Fangor Redtail | District Nine

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FANGOR REDTAIL
Male | Bicurious | Eighteen

I've always been a loner, and I'm not a huge fan of people. Let's leave it at that, alright? Okay, fine, I guess I have to tell you more...

APPEARANCE

I would describe my skin tone as tanned, mostly due to working in the fields in District Nine in the pounding heat of the sun. My hair is a raven black, and I ocassionally let it grow out to what may seem like a long length for a male, but I generally keep it at least a little bit trimmed. I've been told that when people hear my voice, it's not very animated, and that it sounds a bit monotone on occasion. My voice is audible when I feel that what I'm saying is important, but I normally avoid conversation, so I don't normally say much unless I'm speaking with someone that I really trust. My eyes are like those of a hawk. I have very good vision as well. The eyebrows that rest on my face are bushy caterpillars. They make the deep brown pools below them stand out a bit more than they would have before with their dark color normally fading into the background.

My face is elongated and I have a broad forehead. My chin is pointed, and I feel that it is actually rather flattering to the rest of my appearance. My nose is like a beak that protrudes from my face, slightly hooked. Sharp cheekbones are something I have a little bit of, and my teeth are pearls, as I keep them well-brushed. There aren't many freckles to be seen on me, as my face is a clear canvas, and I rarely ever get sunburns, as I seem to tan instead. I am missing the tip of my little finger above the top knuckle on my right hand from an incident in the fields. I had been working with some tools and ended up injuring myself in the process. I will admit, however, that I have no idea where that part of my finger ended up at the end of the day. The strong feeling I have, however, is that it was likely retrieved by an animal such as a bird. I truly hope it did not end up in the day's crops.

The articles of clothing I generally wear are ones I can work comfortably in. This often includes shorts or jeans with a t-shirt. I am quite strong and have developed muscles like a bear from working in the fields. This is something I really like about my appearance, as I feel that it makes me look a little more intimidating. I like seeming intimidating so that people are likely to leave me alone. Unfortunately, it can also make me seem attractive, making some people more drawn to me, like a hawk to a mouse.

PERSONALITY

As I said earlier, I'm quite the loner. I strive to stay away from the eyes of society, and I like to avoid any unnecessary attention. I've always been that quiet kid that bullies pick on. You know that kid who sits in the back of your math class and doesn't say anything, or the kid who sits by himself at lunch? That's me. I try to draw attention away from me, though sometimes, if I don't do it right, bullies target me. I end up as the prey, always weary of the fact that the predators are hunting me down. I'm not one to argue, as I try to keep conflict to a minimum, however, other people don't seem to think it should be that way. There always seems to be someone wanting to poke the bear with a stick.

It's extremely challenging to frustrate me. When I do get frustrated, though, I try not to act out. If I do act out, it's rather clear that I've hit my breaking point. The main thing that can set me off is if someone is attacking someone I care about, verbally or physically. If I get set off, things do not go over well, as I'm likely to get physical. When someone upsets me by targeting me personally, though, I keep the anger to myself. I tend to be cold and aloof when it comes to something bothering me. It's hard to break me from that mood when I get stuck in it for too long, though.

Ignoring my problems and other people is what I do best. Some people think it's rude, but it's what gets me through life. Most people are terrified of being picked for the Hunger Games, but I'm not. I don't want to be in them, but they don't make me nervous. They don't frighten me at all. I'm aware that if I get picked, it's likely that I'll die, but death doesn't frighten me. I've lost too many people in my life to not be used to death at this point.

I don't have many friends, and I never have. It doesn't bother me all that much, to be honest. If anything, it relieves me to know that the only person I have to care for is myself, having practically no family left in my life. Being out in nature is something I adore. I'll bring a sketchbook with me on my breaks from the fields, and draw the animals I see.

HISTORY

All I have ever known about my mother is that her name was Loren. I never met her, and have never even gotten the chance to see a picture of her. My father was around until I was twelve. I was young when he died, and had to be unfortunate enough to witness it. He had been killed by a man that abhorred him. The man wanted revenge on my father for having been so successful, and taking work oppotunities away from him. I have no idea what prompted him to take to murder, but I was forced to watch it happen. It was the most scarring and terrifying moment in my life.

I have no siblings, and after my father died, I was brought to live with my aunt and uncle. Unfortunately, after a few years, they divorced, resulting in me being passed between the two of them every weekend. Eventually, they were each unable to care for me, as being apart had made them too poor. I took to living on the streets and ocassionally in an old abandoned shack that I found a few blocks down from my uncle's house. Living on my own is something I feel has made me stronger, however. Perhaps all the death and abandonment in my life is why I stay generally away from other people.

I get tesserae every year, as much as I can, for I can't feed myself very well without it. It gives me more of a chance of being in the games, but that threat doesn't bother me. I was always a quiet kid when I was growing up, but not as much as I am now. I used to have a few friends here and there, but they've mostly all abandoned me at this point. Solitary living is what I'm used to, and it's what I've learned to love.

Well, there you have it. You know who I am, now. I've told you about my life. I'd say it's your turn.

[sbeeg]

Accepted!