PRITHER KIRKTON | DISTRICT FOUR {FIN}

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Name: Prither Kirkton
Age: 14
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Dark sandy blond hair, green/blue eyes. It's like his hair's the sand and his eyes are the ocean. District Four boy, you can just tell.

Personality:

Overly enthusiastic, believes that he will become the strongest career in his family one day (he obviously isn't). He's often ignored, but he thinks the games will stop that!

History:

Write this later.

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

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Resting in the middle of his face is a small button-like nose, and below that is a mouth usually curled into some sort of smile, either full of happiness or one that's meant to challenge the other. If he is supposed to wash his face very carefully in the morning, Prither doesn't. In his language, a splash of water and carelessly wiping it off with whatever he can find is good enough. For some unfortunate reason, genes went the wrong way for Prither. While the rest of his family stands tall and carries a lot of muscle, he carries himself at a measly four feet, seven inches, and 71 lbs, making him as thin as a stick. Anyone would hate his scrawny little build if they were him, with the seemingly muscle-less arms and the seemingly muscle-less legs. People see him as a fragile little child that would snap and shatter if you just touched it. Of course, there are a few thin strips of muscle here and there, but it's hardly noticeable. There are really only four colors Prither's clothes come in: white, blue, and the occasional stripe of black or gray. He is often found wearing shorts and sneakers with any shirt he can dig up that day, and it's quite uncommon to see him without rolled up sleeves. personality Many of the young teens from the career districts, just beginning to enter the world where they are eligible for the Hunger Games, are very excited about it. They hope and believe that they will get reaped this year, or the following year, and somehow win the games. Overestimating their actual strength and abilities, all they can do is impatiently wait for the next reaping. Prither is exactly one of those children. Although no one takes him very seriously and tend to ignore him in favor of doing their own thing, he thinks that some day, he will become a rich and famous victor that everyone will bow down to. A whirlwind of childishness that never seems to stop moving, Prither can rarely sit down and do something peaceful. A talent in painting is completely wasted due to how he finds it too 'boring' and 'quiet. Being only an immature thirteen year-old, he claims to hate school and learning but is actually very curious. Prither is in some big hurry to grow up and become stronger, sometimes trying to do things that make him look more mature but failing. Often he'll speak like an adult only to get odd looks cast his way. Or other times he'll attempt to perform a task that requires some actual strength just to wind up exhausted and with the task uncompleted. Of course, he's still a child at heart. One with a ridiculous sweet tooth and an overly enthusiastic personality. Being one of the weakest boys his age doesn't even make a dent in his belief that he'll win the games one day. Although he's terrible at training and fighting, he claims to enjoy it the most. "I hate you, you dumb jerk!" is something you would hear from Prither constantly when he's upset at his older brother Arether. Another claim of his which is obviously not true, is that he hates Arether. But secretly, he relies on him and loves him a lot but just doesn't want to admit that he relies on people. To Prither, getting help from people is a very shameful thing, and that you must do everything by yourself in order to be strong. He's obsessed with being strong, and will often do stupid things in order to look like he has more power. Occasionally you'll overhear his brothers talking about how he would be like if he weren't so Hunger Games obsessed. Prither would be a fun-loving, sometimes hyperactive little rascal with a huge heart instead of his usual self. But that would never happen, would it? history You couldn't blame Prither for seeking attention where ever he went, as annoying as it was. He hadn't been given it for most of life, so it wasn't a surprise that he wanted it now. When Prither was brought into this world as a baby, kicking and fighting to survive, his parents thought that he would remain that way, kicking and fighting. Since his six other older siblings were all very strong and were admired across the district, he was expected to be the same. Years passed, and his family realized that because of his small stature, he would never be as strong as one of them. This caused the slow decrease of attention paid to the young boy, but Prither didn't know that they thought he could never be victor. One of their children becoming a victor was his parents' biggest dream, and the reason why they had so many of them in the first place. Besides, they had other matters to take care of besides him, a useless and weak child, having to take care of his six honored siblings. Just like anyone else in the district, Prither admired his brothers and sisters and wanted to be just like them. After all, they were a perfect role model, getting adequate grades and better yet, being big and buff and strong. But when he tried to do some of the things they did, he failed. That's about when everyone discovered that he was a weakling with a powerful family to cover it up. Often, he was made fun of at school, but it never made him depressed or give up, as he kept on trying. Everyone started to keep their distance to Prither in fear of getting dishonored by being seen with him. Although his family thought that he was just a stupid nuisance, they found that he had a big heart that would never surrender. There was one member of the Kirkton family who had a heart that actually felt sympathy for little Prither. And that member was Arether Sperrow Kirkton, 17 years old and the second oldest child. He had tried to teach Prither some combat skills and trained him secretly as their parents refused to enroll him into the training program. For years, Prither learned from him, but he often made mistakes which annoyed Arether a lot. It required a large amount of patience to deal with Prither and his clumsiness. The training sessions they had together bonded the brothers together. After he started to discover the amount of honor someone gets for winning the Hunger Games and given the amount of attention he received, Prither started to see the games as a way to get people to realize that he's still alive and breathing. He wanted to get attention for himself instead of his siblings, and he was willing to go into an arena and die for it. codeword - odair colors - Doing Speaking Hearing Thinking Italicized word count - 1233 face claim - Well? other - Image

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