Benitone Andralian D1 M
Mar 9, 2016 18:17:55 GMT -5
Post by drevilsin on Mar 9, 2016 18:17:55 GMT -5
Name: Benitone Andralian
Age: 16
Gender: M
District: 1
Practice. Practice. Practice. That was all that was on the mind of Benitone Andralian, 24/7. He needed to win the games. He needed to make his father, no, his district, proud. Whenever he trained, he focused on certain aspects of the weapons he used, like where exactly to hold a sword and how to swing in such a way as to decapitate his subject every time. He had to always think about the next move he’d make.
This was all, as much as he denied it, as much as he thought it made him seem weak, because of his so called hyper-focus disorder, ADHD the doctors called it, although it was a whole different diagnosis entirely. As he was always thinking about training, he never made the time for anything else, like cutting his dirty blond hair. If it ever got too long, he always just took a knife, tied his hair to a training dummy, and sliced off the dummy’s head and his hair in one quick slice. He also had no time for friends because if anyone got in his way of reaching the top, he would kill them, or at least he thought he did.
The peacekeepers never stopped him from killing, as they knew it would make him a really interesting tribute if he ever entered the games. They were all betting men, and he would be the one to make them rich. On the other hand, Benit was thinking that he was killing all of the top candidates for the games, which upset the peacekeepers, which further upset the Capitol. “Why should we let a mere 16 year old child kill off all of the best candidates for the games?” the peacekeepers always asked themselves, but they always knew the answer.
Benit wasn’t actually killing all of the top candidates. It was actually because of his delusions from being in the Detention Center. He had arrived there at the age of 14, for just paralyzing his two younger twin siblings, who had just turned 12. The siblings jumped Benit in hopes of killing him so that they could be the ones to receive all the love from their parents. But it didn’t work out in their favor. Benit overpowered them and accidentally managed to snap their backs while he was trying to just subdue them.
This angered the peacekeepers, as they instantly threw Benit into the Detention Center. He tried convincing them that he was a nice guy, he really did. Benit had never done any wrongs in his life before this one. But he didn’t contain any scratches on his body as he was well trained in self defense, and that was all it took for him to be accused of committing violent acts. While at the center, the peacekeepers started by bringing his mother in and beating her to a state of near death in front of his eyes. But to Benit, it felt like she was killed, and Benit remembered her as being killed, which is exactly what the peacekeepers wanted. Was it harsh? Yes, but the peacekeepers had free reign over the punishments at the center.
They then beat him several times a day. Cut him, punched him, even shocked him so much his muscles spasmed for several months after leaving the center. But those weren’t even the worst of the punishments he received. After being broken time and time again for 5 months, Benit was nothing more than an empty shell ready to be reprogrammed to the Capitol’s choosing. After several days of agreement, they chose to permanently erase his old life from his memories, and replace them with the memories of a notorious serial killer from several years back, Ricky Blindspot. But as well as gaining Ricky’s killer personality so that the peacekeepers can arrest him again to break him more, he gained a more secluded personality, a personality to train and never stop.
And so began Benit’s ideas, or delusions, as other people called it, of people becoming his rival in the games and the need to continuously train. Whenever he went to track down a so called rival, he could never bring himself to commit murder as his old self was peaking through, one that could never hurt a soul. So he instead beat the rival up to satisfy his needs, but he believed he had killed them. None of the other kids suspected Benit as he always was able to either escape the scene of the “crime”, or change his clothes and blend in with the crowd. But he rarely killed, as the rumors of Benit’s violent habits quickly spread and no one wanted to make their intense training public as it would’ve ended with their death. However, since Benit didn’t know when his next victim would pass by, he always carried around a spare set of clothing. Usually this clothing included a long sleeve tee with the words “A Way of Life” on it, and a pair of jeans and sneakers.
Even without his psychopathic tendencies, Benit was still an imposing figure. He had a 6’3” frame and rippling muscles all across his body. In addition, whenever he walked in the hallways of school, everyone could see the determination in his eyes. He always walked with his fists clenched, showing off how worn they were from all the hand to hand combat he had performed in the past. His face also showed past injuries, and his torso contained multiple scars from all the times he incorrectly blocked his trainer’s sword, which always pushed him to train harder.
Even when he was at the brink of exhaustion, Benit always pushed on. In his mind, there were only two options, train or die. But he still had those moments, when he couldn’t keep going and collapsed of exhaustion, and in those moments, he would whip out his trusty knife. Down it would come, each cut a reminded that he would just get weaker if he gave in to the tiredness. So he trained on and on, waiting for the chance to prove himself.
He threw the seventh spear in a row into the exact center of the target, yet instead of feeling satisfied, silently berated himself, knowing he could have done so faster.
