Talon Yeager PK [Done]

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Name: Talon Yeager
Age: 29
Peacekeeper
Kay has dibs <333

Appearance:

My face is nothing to brag about from the many years of fighting in the career academy in district two. Hand to hand combat was my favorite, and over the course of many years, I took a lot of blows to the face. Many times my nose was broke, and now it's crooked at the bridge of the nose, and slightly larger at the bottom. For the longest time it felt like the blood would stain my face as it bled rapidly, yet it never did. But that isn't everything. I forced myself to train with as much weights as I possibly could. I wanted those six pack abs that I have now. I want people to fear me, so each day I worked harder and harder building myself up. My eyes swelled a lot, and it seems as though permanent dark rings rest underneath them now. I thought I lost my vision in one eye, but it's only blurry now. I can still make things out, but I can't get a clear focus until I'm right up on it, but thankfully every individual only needs one eye.

For the most part, I keep my hair clean cut, but sometimes I allow myself to grow a beard and mustache. The scruffy facial hair, I feel, can make a difference when I'm trying to arrest someone. Either they'll take me seriously, or they'll think I'm a joke. Hopefully they'll take me seriously because my hands are fast. I know how to react quickly whenever I'm placed in a situation that could be potentially dangerous. And with the muscles resting in my arms, I can pack a punch. Many times my knuckles have split and blood has poured down them. One time I broke my hand because I hit a punching bag too hard. I felt the bones crack, and it set me back for the longest time, yet I overcame it. I made myself work harder. I made myself train to ignore pain because pain makes people weak, and I am not weak. I am stronger than I have ever been. I want to break my body. I want to make myself numb to the pain of the world. I want to be known as the world's strongest man.

My almond shaped eyes are light blue in color. It's amazing because blue is one of my favorite colors. My ears are another thing I don't like about myself. I like to keep them hidden behind a sweat band. But over the years, from all the hard hits I've taken, I've developed cauliflower ear. Touching it feels weird, and sometimes I wish it would go away, but other times it shows how much fighting I've done. It keeps me going when nothing else will. It's a constant reminder of all the pain that I put myself through as I trained to reach the ultimate goal of bringing home a victory. I guess other plans were made. I also have pale, cracked lips. It's very rare anyone will see a genuine smile spread across my face because I want people to feel intimidated when they look at man who stands about six foot two and weighs one hundred ninety-four pounds. It's nothing to brag about, but I like keeping myself healthy. I want to maintain good physical shape so I can track down those who are foolish enough to run from the law. It's my job, and I plan on keeping it.

Personality:

Growing up, I was taught to always to never give up no matter what happened, and throughout my entire life that's what I've done. I would set goals for myself, and I would do everything in my path to reach them. It would make me angry if I didn't reach a goal; it made me a failure. When I didn't reach a goal, my parents started worrying about me because of the fits of rage I would have. Yet my parents stood beside me telling me to set reachable goals instead of a goal that was setting me up for failure. And to my surprise it helped. Every time I set a goal, I made it so I could reach it. Even if it was the hardest of work, I never gave up. I would keep going because only good happens to those who try and never fail. It made me stronger. It kept me going even throughout the darkest of hours because I always had something to look forward to. Something that was my prize. If I completed my goal, some sort of reward awaited along with it. The prize was never much, but it was enough to remind me of what I overcome.

I may be considered a heartless fool especially if people only look at the outside of me. I put on an act to make people fear me. I hide away every single emotion possible because I don't want to look weak. Yet on the inside, I am more than a robot. I have a heart, and when I see my family hurting, it makes me sad because I never know what to do for them. I want to help them in whatever way I can, but sometimes it seems impossible. It makes me want to fight harder to protect them because without my family, I would be nothing. They're my entire world. Mom and dad keep me going, and if I could give back to them for everything they gave me, I wouldn't be capable of returning the favor. If anyone tries to hurt my family, they will have to answer to me, and I promise it will not be pretty. I love them with all my heart and soul. So leave them alone. This is a warning, and I won't give anyone else a second chance. Mess with them, prepare to meet me.

I wish every person in the world had respect for one another. I don't care if a person lives a different lifestyle than me, they should respect me, and I should respect them. It's apart of my life. I want to treat others the way I want to be treated, but sometimes with my job it becomes impossible. Insult me, and I'll insult you back. Try to treat me like a fool, you'll wish you never met. I don't like when people play me like a fool. It makes me angry, and once my temper explodes, well, it's done. I'm not afraid to react out of anger. So what if I kill a citizen? It doesn't matter to me because the law was broken. Oh I'm sorry. They tried running away from me. That's the best excuse. Ridding the nation of the criminals. One day everyone will realize that the Capitol is right, and that every single person opposing the Capitol is wrong. And until every citizen realizes that, I'm not afraid to put my foot down. So just be honest with me, and treat me like a human, and in return I will do the same.

I'm always wanting to prove myself. I want to keep fighting despite the fact that I'm no longer capable of being in the arena. It was my goal to become a tribute and destroy every living being standing in my way. Now, I can work on helping with the arena. I want to prove my strength. I want to keep fighting. I was offered a spot as a career training, but that wasn't what I wanted. Why set people up for the games when I never got in myself? It just doesn't make sense. I keep working out. I keep fighting, and now I get the chance to look fear straight in the eye and laugh about it. When I'm not working, I fight against the mutts to see how lethal they are. It brings back the joy of training for the games, but now I can determine if a mutt is capable of killing. Would the mutt kill me? There's a chance, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Taking risks. Mom never liked that I took so many risks, but she always stood by my side pushing my forward, and I'm extremely grateful for that.

Working as a peacekeeper has taught me a lot. Guilty until proven otherwise. If someone is even reported for a crime, they are guilty. It gives me great joy in arresting them. I love hearing them beg for mercy because they have done nothing wrong. Well, if they truly did nothing wrong, I wouldn't be there arresting them. So obviously they are guilty, and getting them to the detention center for the further punishments has become one of my favorite things in the entire world. It makes me laugh when people try to fight, and when they cry in front of me. These tiny peasants don't deserve a chance of having a life. I'm always ready to answer a call, or a letter given to me by the Capitol. I'll never forget the feeling I had when I first arrested someone. It made me grin from ear to ear, and the way butterflies danced inside my stomach as the poor foolish man begged for me to set him free. I wanted to put a bullet through his skull because that's what most would've done, but I wanted to see him tormented for the rest of his life. Break the law, there's a price to pay. And honestly, if I'm arresting someone, and they've done wrong perhaps they should cooperate because in the end it won't change the interrogations set up for them. Fighting, however, would only make it worse. And that's what I look forward to.

History:

When I was young, all I wanted to do was fight in the hunger games. I wanted a chance to prove myself to everyone in the district. Even during the school hours, all I wanted was the chance to go into the arena. I really thought that I would become the victor of the games even after watching people fail many times. I never imagined what life would be like if I didn't have a chance to become a career tribute. But wasn't that what all young people wanted? A chance to shine? A chance to show they're worthy? Mom and dad wanted it for me too especially as I was growing older. I worked hard from a young age trying to figure out the best parts of life. Mom and dad always had me setting goals, and I wrote them down pinning the sheet of paper against my wall so each morning I would wake up and see them. One goal that I never reached was becoming a tribute in the hunger games. It was what I had always wanted, but I let the chance pass.

I spent many days in the career academy excelling in hand to hand combat. It was nice to know how to defend myself if someone walked up to me. I at least stood a chance. I worked with weapons too, but I felt more comfortable working hand to hand. I would go rounds with people in the training center, and we fought for the longest amount of time until someone was either knocked unconscious, or they tapped out. I never tapped out because I wasn't about to make myself look like a weak coward. I have been knocked out many times though. A blow to the side of the head was enough to take me down, but I never let it keep me down. Even after the career academy closed for the night, me and a group of friends would go to one of their houses, and we would train there. I wanted everything to keep going. I wanted to prove to them that hand to hand was the best fighting method, but other's disagreed stating it wouldn't help against weapons. In my mind, however, it would. If I could knock a person out, I could take their weapon and kill them. It worked for me.

On my last reaping, I had planned on volunteering for the games, but I don't know what happened. I let it pass me by, but soon after I let it pass me by, I ran straight towards the peacekeeper academy. Surely with all the training that I had growing up, I would be capable of becoming something worthwhile. I could use my strength to my advantage. I went through, and my entire way of thinking changed. I become a robot for the Capitol. A killing machine. Someone who wasn't afraid to go out and arrest people, and having the hand to hand combat was surely an advantage. Many times people tried fighting their way out of an arrest, but I know what to do. The first run after graduating was interesting, but soon enough I received my own methods of doing things. If someone ran, I shot them. If someone tried to fight me, I made sure my fist was the last thing they remembered. The Capitol is always right, and I will live my life serving them.

After becoming a peacekeeper, I went to the Capitol. I found an opening where the mutt makers were looking for someone to fight the mutts. I thought for sure it was right for me, and I went and learned that it was. I was placed in a pin against the mutts to see how deadly they truly were. Sometimes, I fought holograms because they didn't want to kill me. It was fun for a while, and I kept working with it, but it didn't give me the joy I was looking for. I wanted to fight the real mutts. It took a lot of time, but soon they listened. If I died fighting them, at least I would die doing something I enjoyed instead of dying of an illness or old age. I'll never forget the first time my arms wrapped around the neck of a mutt. I was a bloody mess, but I was capable of destroying it despite the amount of blood I lost during the battle. This is what I do in my spare time when I'm off duty from being a peacekeeper. I couldn't imagine my life any other way.

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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