Flint Arch {d1} finished
Jun 7, 2016 4:17:15 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jun 7, 2016 4:17:15 GMT -5
「 F l i n t A r c h 」“ғᴏʀᴍᴀ ғʟᴏs, ғᴀᴍᴀ ғʟᴀᴛᴜs.”
prismatic. eighteen. career.
ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴀ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ, ғᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.
"I am a jewel, I do not need anything"
Name
Flint Arch
Flint Arch
Age
16
16
Gender
Male
Male
District/Area
1
1
Appearance:
Flint is a 16-years old hormonal boy. His skin remains as flawless as ever, all thanks to the facial products that he uses daily. His mother, being a stylist in the district, had numerous cosmetics and she would frequently experiment them using her son's face as a model. Due to the high amount of trust that he has on his own mother, he allowed it and it led to this. The fair complexion of his skin only increased his handsomeness by ten folds. But, he had a part rather different from others on his face. Those were his thick, mushy yet pointed eyebrows that made him seems like a villain of some sorts. Because of it, he was easily judged to be a temperamental person which is actually the truth. Maybe his temper was the cause of these eyebrows? He never knew. But, he, being a person, had his own flaws. There was a time where his mother's make up was expired but she did not notice. So, as usual, she applied it on his face. This left terrifying flaws on Flint's face: black tiny spots which were very similar to aches. They were dry spots that stayed permanently on his face. Other recognizable marks on his face includes a black mole a few inches above the left side of his pink lips. Flint has pretty good hair and takes extra care of it , noticeable by his combed brown hair with a lock never out of place.
Even though he seems to be flawless on his face, his body was not in the same condition. He was decorated with numerous scars from chest to toe, usually hidden by his clothing. The scars marked his career training sessions and those were the reminders that he was a fighter. Flint was mostly proud of them but under his family's orders, he kept them covered and as a secret. His muscular physique could be easily spotted from afar. He has a total weight of 170 lbs and 6'0 tall in height. Flint's skin was the result of his mother's cosmetic products: soft, smooth yet greasy, the same goes from his face. But, his hands were however, rough and bulky. Flint remembers the times when he rejected his mother's request to apply some body lotion on his palms, saying how it would make it difficult for him to hold a sword. This stood as a good reason against his mother.
His clothes were also picked out and arranged by his mother. Flint is frequently seen wearing clothing similar to the Capitol citizens but with less quality. However, the eccentric appearance which he dislikes, still lingers. He also has a great sense of fashion but rarely shows it as he thinks of clothes as nothing but a distraction. It was mainly because of his mother's orders that he wears woolen coats or colorful suits. But, at times, when he goes to train as a career, Flint chooses leather pants only as a clothing because they allows him to move freely without any restrictions.
Personality:
Strong-willed, hotheaded and competitive. The result of these three deadly traits was Flint Arch. The three of them were the main dishes while humor was a side dish. He also had a great sense of humor as he frequently makes jokes. This greatly aids his social skills, making him seem like a friend to others. But Flint was not a friend that most people wants. He would do anything to defeat anyone that stands in his path to success and fame. The main reason was his family who he painfully wanted to impress and their wish to have a Hunger Games winner in their bloodline. This brood his competitive and ambitious self.
Of course, it was clear that Flint has got wild ambitions and he was also willing to do any hard work and to put a hell lot of effort in achieving his own goals. This made him into an impulsive person, diving into anything without planning first. He reacts instead of planning. His quick reflexes allows him to gain the skill of reacting in a swift manner. And, Flint fails at being a curious person. He will leave things that he doesn't understand or things that his brain decides to be lethal instead of either checking or figuring them out. He consider this as a virtue of his as he loathes curious person that frequently makes questions about most things. If Flint was a judge of some sort, he would not have the quality to be fair. He would gladly accept brides. However, all of those things are conquered by an emotion called love. For his love for family, he will willingly break every single path to success. But, this love for his own blood found an opponent which was, his love for someone outside his family.
Flint's mind has had numerous complex emotional scars. And, the worst of them all involved his past lover and best friend. The lovingness and kindness self of him was demolished due to this tragic event. Family was everything to him and he gladly accepted their abusive minds to his lover and best friend who was a male. But, his family didn't accept the so-called lover. And, one day, this male got into a tragic accident. Flint had the power to save him but he was forced to watch him die. He still remembered what his father made him say to this day. This drove him to avoid love for others at all cost and also replaced two new vices in the places of the virtues (lovingness and kindness) that disappeared. They were: arrogance to others and anger.
History:
Flint Arch was born into a wealthy family of stylists and jewelers in district 1. His father, Marble Arch was a wealthy jeweler while his mother, Dazzle Arch was also a well-known famous stylist. Their monthly income were the only things needed for them to have good tasting foods and money. But, they obtained extra-money also from his grandparents who were jewelers too. They enabled them to live in a massive house like nobles. But, they were not nobles. His parents still had to work everyday and only gets leisure time on some weekends. Flint frequently stayed at home, engaging in fun activities with his other cousins and friends. But, this came to an end when he reached the age of 13.
It was a Monday. He could see small raindrops on his window-glass, dripping down in slow motion. His parents were preparing to go to work and when he peeked through the small creak of his door, he saw that they had already dressed up in eccentric clothes. A smile appeared on his face and he jumped back on his comfortable bed, snuggling with his blanket. His parents would be soon gone and no one would order him to get out of bed anymore. They should shout at him one last time before exiting the house and be gone for the rest of the day. He smiled in joyful before feeling himself drifting off to sleep for another time. But, things didn't happen the way he planned. This was why he rarely plans things anymore. At the time he was fully in a deep slumber, he felt the sensation of soft palms on his arms, shaking him and eager to wake him up. When he opened his arms, his mother was standing there.
"Get up this instant, Flint! We are going to take you somewhere." To his surprise, she sounded excited and no signs of anger was spotted in her tone.
An hour later, he was standing in front of the door of a circular building. He already knew what it was. Even though he was still young, this was something he recognized at first glance as he had been into many reaping ceremonies and such. He was standing in front of a career training center. That was the day he first gripped the handle of a sword and swung it and it was also when he began his training to be a career. Flint didn't protest at all. This only made him feel more powerful than other kids in the neighborhood. This drove him to be a competitive person he is today.
Training as a career was something he adapted to as quick as possible. He had no distractions, expect one.
He was seven years old when he met him, playing alone on a grassed open area. He could never forget the red ball he was playing with. He could never forget that day, to be completely honest. It was a day he met his best friend: Baz Klark. Flint would tease him about his name but Baz would just do his stupid yet extremely attractive grin at him.
There was another day he could not forget, never in his life.
. . .
(Flint's POV)
It was raining. Thunder rumbled in the cloudy firmament. There were rumbles everywhere, on the damp, soaked ground and one piece of rock even bruised my left ankle. It came from a collapsed building which got struck by an earthquake. The disaster was a minor one but apparently, that building was ancient too. Another substance was everywhere too: blood. Baz was lying on the ground with a gigantic chuck of rumble resting on his torso. He looked to be in extreme agony. I screamed at the top of my lungs and rushed to his side. But, I never got there. The hand of my father yanked out back, so hard I fell on the ground besides him.
"Dad, no. He needs my help!" I shouted at him. It was the first time I did. Out of the corners of my eyes, I could see Baz, calling for me. Tears instantly began to roll out of my eyes and I did not have control over them.
"Flint, you are a jewel. You don't need anyone." He said in the icy voice ever.
"Fuck that! I need to save him!" He immediately got on my feet, so fast I did not even realize. But, as soon as I tried to run again, my father's arms wrapped around me like iron bars. I struggled but it was no use.
"You are a jewel. You don't need anything. REPEAT AFTER ME!" He yelled at me, this time in the angriest voice I ever heard him say. But, my eyes still remained on Baz. Tears were blocking out half of my vision now. Baz was a blur and my father was the same. I still managed to see his hand, reaching out for me and then falling on the ground. This time, he didn't move.
"YOU ARE A JEWEL. YOU DON'T NEED ANYTHING." I hear my father shout again. If he could get anymore angrier, he definitely did this time. I knew what he wanted me to do but I kept weeping, uncontrollably. It was no use, he kept repeating the same thing again and again, angrier and angrier each time. His arms were starting to choke me.
Finally, I gave up.
"I... am.. a jewel. I don't.. need.. anything...." I say in the shakiest voice ever. Tears still rolled down my cheeks and I remained sobbing.
That was the day I lost my best friend and lover and obtained the fear of love.
Other: N/A
