Salarian D1 {done}

[Knuckles]

Salarian
eighteen
Male
District 1



Very observing
A non-linear thinker
He thinks fast
Move fast
Talks fast
Generally knows more than he lets on
Photographic memory


I already have this fc on another character, but i'm going to use him here.

[Knuckles]

Salarian

Age 10 Father took me to the training center for the first time today. I just turned ten years old, and he thinks it’s time to train me for the games. He’s brutal and wants me to become like him. Each time the games are playing, it’s all he talks about. How this tribute was incredible, or how this tribute was weak, or how this tribute didn’t deserve their victory. If father had his way, the only victors of the game would come from district one. And that’s what he wants for me. But is it what I want? I don’t know the answer to it. A large grin plastered against his face as he walked through the doors into the academy. I hid behind him. Afraid to watch the people fighting against dummies, or sparring with one another. Looking at the brutal careers terrified me. It made me want to hide forever, yet with a little coaxing from father, he drew me out into the open. It amazed me how he admired everyone of the weapons here. Talking about what they were for, and how to use them. I gulped as he showed many different movements for each weapon. I thought I was going to die when he picked up a huge mace, though. It’s used to bludgeon people to death. To crush their bones. To smash them into nothing. Do people really do this? A lump formed in the back of my throat making it impossible to breathe and speak. He stopped moving when we were in front of the swords. I watched with fearful eyes as he removed a sword from the rack. “And this, Salarian, is my favorite weapon of all.” The way he spoke only terrified me more. Why would anyone want to use one of these things against other people? It was beyond my wildest imagination. “This is where we will start.” I looked at him. My chin dropped to the floor. My heart leaped into my throat before falling into the pits of my stomach. But I never said anything to him. Father only wants what’s best for me even though it’s not what I want. Picking up my own sword, I watched his movements. A photographer stood inside my mind snapping pictures at each step. Every little movement, a picture was snapped embedding itself into my mind. I saw how deadly the movements were. They were aimed to kill, not disarm. “Now you.” Throughout my short childhood, I’ve become good at pretending. I nod my head as I lift my own sword sloppily copying his movements. I act like I’m trying, but I show him that I don’t understand what he’s doing. Is it wrong that I’m playing him like this? I don’t know the answer to this question, but what I do know is that it’ll, at least, by me some time before he places worse weapons in my hands.

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[Knuckles]

Salarian

Age 13 Father was becoming upset with me. Training was not going as he had planned. I wasn’t excelling like I should’ve been, and my time was slowly coming up. He wanted me to become the most vicious career to live, but even I don’t think I could compare to them. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to use the sword and other weapons he tossed my way - I caught on quickly, but I wasn’t letting him know that. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even if it was needed. Why would I? Father gripped the collar of my shirt and pulled me home. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, yet I refused to show any signs of weakness. Until his words filled the air. “Sal, why aren’t you trying?” I bit my lip trying to come up with the right words to say. After three years of training, children should catch on. Especially since my father was training me. Maybe if I would’ve swung better, or made the proper stance, or something he would’ve saw that I was at least trying to learn. But in all reality, I don’t want to train to kill people. At the most, I just want to train to defend myself if I was in a fight. Perhaps it would help me learn more about myself, and maybe it would help me if I was ever in the games. But why? Why does he want me to kill? Turning my gaze to him, I swallow all my fear. I take a deep breath before speaking. “I don’t want to train to kill.” For a moment it felt like my words didn’t register in his ears. The way he glared at me terrified me. But I didn’t back down. All he wanted was for me to become a career worthy of the family name. One that would bring home a crown and not cower like a child in fear. This wasn’t what he wanted to hear, yet it felt like he needed to hear it so I wouldn’t grow up depressed and sad. I take another deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I don’t want to kill anyone.” I offer once more perhaps he would understand it this way. But he had other plans. I watched as the rage flew through his body. His hands balled into fists, and his eyes grew wider and wider. For a moment, I thought he was going to hit me, but what happened was far worse than any physical pain I ever experienced. “Then you are no son of mine. I will not stand for this. You will train, or you will get out.” Tears stained the corners of my eyes. Silent sobs escaped from my lips leaving me trapped in a moment of fear and agony. Mother stood in the corner with her hand tucked over her mouth like she was shocked by the commotion going on. I turned towards her begging for her help. Begging for my mother to love and care for me. Yet she turned away. Shrugging my shoulders, I forced myself to look at him one last time. “I’ll be out of the house by tonight.” My words fall uneasily past my lips as I turned away from him for the last time.

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[Knuckles]

Salarian

Age 14 “Use my body against me.” His voice is calm and soothing as he shows me over and over how to use his movements against him. Morgan slowly moves his hand towards me, and he wants me to catch it and use it against him without inflicting deadly force on him. “When I throw this punch, catch my hand. Turn yourself away from me, and kneel.” It’s been six months since Morgan took me, and this has become the best six months of my life. Learning about self defense and using my opponent's body against them has become important. He’s taught me throughout my journey here that everyone matters no matter if they have done wrong or not. The bad guys matter. All lives matter no matter where they come from, and since then, that has become my motto. I live by it. Strive by it because I know that in the end that’s what counts. I will not lose myself to the way of the Capitol. “Like this?” I ask nodding for him to throw a punch. A grin creeps across my face as he throws the punch, and I catch his wrist right on cue. Turning away from him, I feel the skin twisting beneath my hands, and it’s such a terrifying thought. Knowing that if I make a wrong movement, his arm will snap under my weight, but I don’t let it hold me back. Kneeling down, I feel myself dragging him down behind me. His knees hit the ground behind me. Letting go of his arm, I turn towards him with a hopeful smile. He nods at me, and I jump to my feet. Knowing that he has so much more to teach me means the world. Knowing that I can finally find something that I’ve wanted to do for such a long time gives me a reason to learn and keep going. His hand rests on my shoulder gently, and for the first time I feel like I have found a family. It runs much deeper than blood because I have no relationship to him, yet he took me in off the streets. He made sure I was given a place to stay. A place to live. A place to relax. I still have a lot to learn, and I know that in time it’ll come, but for now, I’ll work as hard as I can to make him proud. Maybe he’ll even let me call him father sometime, but even then, it wouldn’t compare to the amount of joy I’m feeling now. “Alright, Salarian. I think we should stop for the day and meditate.” I always thought that meditating was stupid until I realized how relaxing it truly was. I’ve allowed myself to become one with the world around me. I can take in my surroundings, and everything that bothers me goes away the moment I clear my mind. It has helped me a lot, and I look forward to waking up every morning to learn more. Sometimes I miss my parents. I miss telling them about my day. I miss sharing good news with them, but I remind myself that they didn’t want me. They abandon me. But even knowing that can’t stop me now. It won’t hold me back anymore because after this day I am letting go of it forever.

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[Knuckles]

Salarian

Age 16 My hands grip the center of the staff as I position my feet into a fighting stance. Morgan stands in front of me holding the same position. Knowing that he wants me to fight him makes me afraid, but at the same time it excites me. Sweat drips from my brow silently running down the side of my face. Narrow eyes focus on him. Nonstop training over the last two years has paid off, and I’m excited to get this show on the road. To prove to him that I am worthy of training in his presence. Gritted teeth grind against each other. And I wait. A swift nod of the head tells me to go, and I’m swinging my staff at him. His hand immediately swings his own staff down to knock it out of the way before it even made contact with him. We aren’t aiming to hurt one another. No, we are aiming to see if I can disarm him. Black, shaggy hair plasters against the side of my face. Brown eyes scan across the room before I make my next movement trying to picture what he will do first. I wait. Slowing my breathing down, I take a deep breaths. (Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.) My mind stops moving. I keep my eyes focused on him as his hand swings the staff around trying to sweep my feet out from under me, but I quickly drop my hands down connecting my staff with his before pushing it away. Before I can move again, he’s moving again. The photographer is in my mind snapping picture after picture. One by one as he moves until his staff is almost at my ribs. For a moment it feels like the entire world has stopped moving, and all that’s left is just me and him. Me and Morgan. Me and my father. Nobody says a word as I slowly bend backwards forcing myself to duck below the fast moving staff. My eyes cross as it passes across my face. The breeze from the movements send my hair flying in every direction. I quickly bring myself up as I swing my own staff at his feet. But I wasn’t quick enough because he’s blocking me. Again and again. He’s sees what I’m doing before I do it. Then I remember about the element of surprise. He’s done it to me so many times. A few months back he caught me off guard and broke my leg accidentally of course. After that he stopped swinging that hard. To this day, it still hurts to stand on it, but I am trying everything I can to forget about it. To keep myself standing. Our staffs connect with each other. Vibrations shoot up my arms, and for a moment it hurts. My hands are jerking uncontrollably. It takes all I have to bring myself back together. To contain the roars echoing through my ears. And I stop. I stare at him. Waiting. He swings his staff one way, and I watch as his body shifts as I start moving towards it. I shift my weight from my feet as he brings his staff around preparing to knock me over. WIthout thinking, I swing around the other direction surprising him. I catch his foot, and he’s tumbling towards the ground. It’s beyond my wildest imagination how that happened, but it shows that the hard work is paying off. That the two years of training endlessly hasn’t gone to waste. Laughter erupts from his lips as he’s staring me in the eye. Reaching down a hand, I help pull him to his feet. Joy surges through his eyes. The corners of my tiny lips twist into a large grin spreading from ear to ear. “Well done, Salarian. Well done.” Hearing those words mean the world to me. It lets me know that he cares. That he won’t send me away like mother and father. I can feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes as I fight to contain the excitement racing throughout my body. “Again?” He asks. My eyes turn towards my feet for a moment. “You’re on.”

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[Knuckles]

Salarian

Age 18 Today is different. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and Morgan doesn’t want to train today. Instead he’s invited me to dinner with him. I’ve lived with him for four years now learning from him. Everywhere I go, I carry my staff with me. It not only helps me to walk, but I have it in case I need it for self defense. It’s like a makeshift cane in a way. When I broke my leg a couple years ago, it never grew back right. The healers splinted it, and they did what they could to help me, but even then it wasn’t enough. Sometimes I wish I looked more like him instead of my biological parents. I see my reflection, it pains me knowing that my father threw everything away because I refused to train to kill people. Each time I look at myself I see him. Over the last two years, I’ve shot up from standing five foot four inches tall, to standing five foot ten inches tall. An entire six inches! It’s a lot knowing that I can stand with the tallest of men now. Muscles hide behind my clean clothes. I always keep myself looking neat and clean especially when Morgan decides to take me out to eat. I don’t like feeling messy. “Where are we going?” I ask quietly. I don’t want anyone else hearing my voice because it’s higher pitched than I hoped for. Morgan knows I’m not one for surprises, but today he has something in mind. All he does is look at me with a goofy grin. Shrugging my shoulders, I hobble after him. My heart pounds in my chest. Each time the staff strikes the ground, my heart beats. “Come on, Morgan, you know I don’t like surprises.” But he doesn’t speak again. It’s strange walking in silence, but it’s actually peaceful. Until he stops moving. I almost run into him because I wasn’t paying attention to where I’m going, yet I stop myself at the last possible second. Taking a step back, I pretend like nothing has happened. Scanning the area, I try to figure out what’s going on. Morgan turns and faces me. Cocking my head sideways, I stare into his eyes. “Salarian, I am proud of you. More than you can ever imagine. I know that you were disowned by your parents…” His voice trails off as my heart sinks into the pits of my stomach. “But I don’t want that to stand in the way.” He steps out of the way revealing a mirror in front of me. Part of me wonders what’s going on as I look in the mirror. But this isn’t an ordinary mirror. No, it’s different. He turns it around, and on the back of it is a sketch of myself. So many tiny pictures from when I first started learning. At the bottom of it, there’s a line that reads ‘You have grown in so many ways. I’ve sketched them all. I’ve watched as you were molded into the man you are today. And that man will always stare back at you.’ Tears slowly fall down my eyes, as I collapse to my knees. “Happy birthday, Salarian. Happy birthday.” ****** That night at home, I look through the sketches. It shows my tiny hands holding onto a staff for the first time. It shows the bruises, the tears, the sweat. It shows a story that I’ve started telling with my own life. From the time he took me in when I was thirteen, to now. That’s all I see. My fifteen year old self lunges towards him. Long hair falls down my back. Oh how things have changed over the years. I’m nothing compared to the child I was. Morgan taught me self respect. He taught me to never give up. To always keep going. He taught me that my life matters. That his life matters. That every life matters even those who have done wrong. He taught me how to take care of myself, and for that, I am thankful. I feel like I’ve been given a second chance at life, and I’m not about to let it all go. Walking into his room, I stop in front of his door. I gently tap against it before letting myself in. “Morgan, you never told me why you brought me in.” It’s a simple statement. One that I’ve wanted to know the answer to for so long. Normally he shrugged it off telling me I wasn’t ready for the answer, but now I am. I want to know. I have to know. “Well, you see Salarian, I was good friends with your father. I trained alongside of him for many years. We worked together until he decided that all he wanted in life was to train careers to become bloodthirsty monsters. He tried that with you, and when you didn’t answer to his ways, he sent you away. We talked, and we planned this. It was a test.” His words bounced through my mind as I tried to take it all in. “A test?” I ask curiously. “Yes, and I am pleased to say that you have passed.” Turning his chair around to finally face me, I notice that seated behind him is my father. At first anger surges through my veins. My entire body starts shaking, but I calm myself down. How can I stare into the eyes of a man who disowned me five years ago? How can I trust him? But I stop myself. I take a deep breath reminding myself to not let my emotions get the best of me. “You see, Salarian. You’re father was been watching you the entire time. He’s never left your side. Even when you struggled, he was always there. That mirror you received a few hours ago, is from him. He made that for you.” I couldn’t believe him. I didn’t want to believe him, but his words sounded genuine and true. They were calm, and for some reason I could sense they were the truth. But why now? Why after five years? Why would he send me through so much pain and hurt? It doesn’t make sense. Yet nothing makes sense. Not in this world. I take a deep breath as my feet become glued to the floor. I can’t move, and I can’t think. I’m standing like an idiot dumbfounded by the news. “How? Why?” I question. I open my mouth to speak again, but Morgan cuts me off. “Every person needs a test-” “But I don’t understand?” “It’s simple, Salarian. Trust me. Even when he wasn’t with you, you wanted to make him proud. You wanted to show him what you were capable of. And he followed you every step of the way. He hurt when you hurt. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you see, he had no option.” Morgan stopped speaking and silence grew around. Nobody spoke, and my gaze shifted from his to my father’s. And my father finally broke the silence. “You have a baby brother, Sal. And I couldn’t have you training in the house.” This is news, but I can’t believe it. I don’t know what to expect. He shattered my heart because I was becoming a brother? I want to be angry at him. To shove him away like he shoved me away. But I can’t. I watched as my father walked to a door before opening it. From behind the door, a five year old appeared. He looked like a younger version of myself. “I thought that if you were here training for the games, you’d hurt him. Even if it was in self defense.” It still didn’t make sense, but nothing makes sense in a chaotic world. “But what I’m trying to say is, I’ve always been with you. Every step of the way. The eyes staring at you through the window, that was me. I couldn’t leave you. No matter how angry you made me. And I want you to know, that I am very proud of the young man you’ve become. And I hope you accept my apologies. I never meant to hurt you.” Shaking my head, I slowly back away. I want to turn around and run away. To forget about all this. None of it makes sense. Nothing ever will. He wants me to love him after he hurt me? He wants me to pretend like it’s all good when it’s not, and I can’t do that. I can’t forgive him. I’m about to tell him to get out of my life forever until Morgan’s words echo through my mind one last time. ”Remember, Salarian, all life matters even those who have done wrong.”

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[Knuckles]

I think Salarian is done <333

[Cato]

A well-written bio <333

Accepted!