Hammil Algirdas (D4)

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Name: Hammil Algirdas
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Hammil is a strong and fit young man, his body being whipped into shape after intense training and jobs around District Four. The young man has brown relatively close cut hair that is normally flipped over to the left side of his head (his left). On the right side of his head (his right) is a slight colic which prevents the hair from laying completely flat and was the major cause of him trying to flip or comb it over to his left (though he hardly actually combs it).

Perhaps the most striking thing of Hammil's features is the blue-grey color of his eyes, which, at first does not stand out very much until closer inspection of his face.

Personality:

Hammil is a relatively reserved person, often keeping his feelings and emotions to himself and as a result is, at first, a hard person to talk to is only for the fact that he actually doesn't talk much. However, as with any close people Hammil is most often very social and genuinely happier when with people he actually considers friends, though he has yet to find many in his own district.

Because of his own personality, Hammil is often times completely stoic and hard to read, a trait that he considers helpful in situations where others may break down. Though, there have been some occasions in which Hammil's stoic exterior has deteriorated, and when it does, he falls hard. He falls right into a mixture of depression and whatever other emotion may come along at that time, whether it be anger, grief, sympathy, or really any other emotion.

Needless to say, Hammil often times tries to take the wise and sensible approach to an obstacle or dillema, though his choices and decisions are often seen to be swayed by people close to him, often times his sister or younger brother.

However, there seems to be yet another side of Hammil that has never been seen really by anyone, and that is the side of self-reflection. Often times brought on by calm sounds such as the gentle sound of the waves. This is the part of his personality that Hammil really fears most, as he knows that it could and would be his own downfall if he were ever chosen as a tribute in the Hunger Games. When this side of him shows (though it hardly ever does in public as he is often times kept busy by working or running about) Hammil's already quiet personality becomes even quieter, and his mind seems to draw up all the bad things he's done in his life, or at least the things he sees wrong in himself or his own personality, and brings them on full force, requiring the man to struggle to overcome these thoughts and often times may have him slacking off in real life. Because of this Hammil seems to avoid peaceful situations at all costs, and often times is seen as an odd combination of quietness and energy (as in excitement energy).

History:

"Every day I see their personalities deteriorate more and more. It's like their practice weapons are turning them into mindless killers. So what am I?"



"I don't really know how to begin writing this, as i've never really been the best writer or author, but, I guess I can try.

So, after stealing my little sister's diary and looking at the first page I kind of gathered that I should maybe describe my life a little bit to...you? I don't know. Eek, i'm personifying a crappy blank journal. So much for sanity.

Anyways, I was born into a rich and successful fishing family, who managed to gain wealth after a few opportunities presented themselves and my uncle and father seized them. It was enough to buy ourselves a nice big house and have ourselves set for a while, at least money wise.

My father married my mother at the age of 26, she was beautiful from the years I actually remember of the real her. Kind, caring, wise, intelligent, and overall a fighter in every sense of the word. Together they managed to make four children, who'd be raised as Careers, more forced if anything.

I guess I should describe them to you now, eh? I'll skip myself and start with Thatch, my fifteen year old brother and the one most affected by my fathers.... "Training". In short, Thatch is a bloodthirsty and aggressive person, whose dream is to be chosen as a tribute for the Games and make father proud. It's probably because he's basically a spitting image of him, in both looks ad personality. I hate to say it as he is my brother, but I honestly feel nothing when I think of Thatch. No love, no anger, perhaps I feel one thing for him, and that's sympathy. He really has no mind, for him it's just too be the best, the strongest, I...

I'm going to move on now before it actually becomes hard for me to actually write this, though i'm sure it will anyways. Next comes my fourteen year old sister, Muscida.

Unlike Thatch, who I can't really talk to without an argument, Muscida is... A little different. It's like shes a mixture of myself and Thatch, with both good and bad qualities from both. She's still pretty bloodthirsty, as would be expected from her by my father, but she has her moments of tenderness and actual kindness, and that's something I can respect. Sometimes, though, I...can seem to forget shes actually my sister when she's not having those moments of humanity.

Finally, there's Aurana. 11 years old, tiny, her hair a bright blonde and her eyes basically the color of mine except they seem to stand out so much more. She's...she resembles my mother in a lot of ways. That is, before she lost all sense of her mind. I'll...get to that later I think. Anyways, Aurana is my best friend in this district, and really the only one of my siblings that I have a strong feeling of love for. We're extremely close, at least for now. See, she hasn't been very affected by my father and his training like Thatch and Muscida have, and thats partly because she really isn't given the attention that those two (or me for that matter) have gotten. I worry about her, though. She's a little too kind and caring, and i've seen what happens when someone is like that, and it unfortunately came at the price of losing my mother.. Not to death but instead to insanity.

My mother and father's marriage started deteriorating the moment they had me. See, my father I guess had always wanted to be in The Hunger Games, and when he was never chosen (though he'd never tell me why he didn't just volunteer), he settled his sights on his own child, to make them into what he always wanted to be. To make them into tributes.

I hate him.

The training began when I was what? Maybe six? By that time we were all born, but I was the first to be subjected to his intense and rigorous training. My mother hated it. She hated every single minute of it, but she never stood up to him, she never had the guts too, even when I looked at her with pleading eyes, to stop all this. She never did anything.

I don't really know when she started to lose her mind, I don't know really what caused it, all I know is that it went fast, and that y father didn't care at all. He didn't even help her. I think... I think that to him she was just a way to get children, to get tributes to bring "honor" to our family, which I know really means only to himself. She was gone within months, hardly even able to feed herself and prone to panic or nervous attacks. It's...sad really. Thatch hardly remembers her old self, then again he really doesn't care. I... I don't know.

I...never wanted to be a tribute. I had the skill and strength, but I really never had the mindset, I think. I don't know, maybe it's because I always seem to self-reflect on everything bad i've done. And, I think that in the Arena i'd just lose it, I... I don't want to lose my mind like my mother. I couldn't do that to my family, no matter how much is wrong with us. I couldn't do that to Aurana.

Nowadays, i'm still training with my father. I haven't had the heart to say anything to him, but I promise, I promise I will. Someday.

I now have a job for my father's business, I do it to keep myself busy, and partly to get away from it all. To... Almost be peaceful, if that's ever possible.

Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:

Hammil, although not as strong as some of the other kids his age, is extremely skilled with throwing or stabbing weapons, such as tridents or spears. Though, his greatest skill seems to come from netting or knots, as he's able to make a fishing net or any other type of knot out of any material he can get his hands on

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