Javik Krios D1 [done]

[Cato]

Name: Javik Krios
Age: 17
Career

Appearance:

Height has always been on my side when I'm compared to my brother. I guess that's one thing I've got going for me. And my weight. I take after my father more. I stand roughly six foot seven inches tall. My wing span is even more impressive. From one side to the other is approximately six feet and nine inches. It's nice having long arms. It gives me a better chance at fighting, but it also brings more of a target on myself. When someone is hacking away at my limbs, it gives them a better opportunity to succeed. My skin is slightly tan because I'm out in the sun a lot when I'm not learning how to fight in the games. Unlike the rest of me, my eyes belong to my mom. I have dark brown, almond shaped eyes. The color matches my facial hair, and the short fuzzy hair covering my head.

My nose is large and crooked. My lips are tiny, and they rarely twist into a smile because I want to hide my yellow teeth. I have a lot of muscles. I'm always trying to make myself stronger because I want to succeed. I want to be the strongest person alive, but I know it's probably not possible. I used to have a lot of chest hair, but it's gone. One day I tripped over my own two feet and fell into a fire. I have a gruesome burn scar from it. I try to keep it covered up, and I don't want to go outside without a shirt because it's embarrassing, and I'm tired of telling my story over and over again. Generally my clothes are always nice and neat and clean as I hate feeling dirty. I don't dress fancy a lot. I prefer wearing a pair of shorts and a light colored t shirt. I also have a hard time hearing. Mother says I have selective hearing, but I say differently because I can't hear sometimes, yet when I want to hear it seems almost perfect.

Personality:

I'm always the second best. No matter what I do my brother always pleases my family more than me. He's the best career. He's the best fighter. All I want to do is prove I'm good at something. I have been successful in life, but I can't live up to his name. He always gets more praise, and it really hurts knowing that we should be treated as equals. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, and I have his back all the time. I just wish for once I would be able to have something to brag about. All I hear every single day from our parents is how good my brother is. I want to be noticed. I want to be more than an invisible person walking through the world. I train just like him. I've studied like him. I've done everything, but I'm not good enough. I'm never good enough, and it sucks. I try my best, but I always fail. It seems like every little thing goes the wrong way. And part of me thinks that my family enjoys it. Maybe one day I'll be better because right now I envy him. I want to be like him. I want to be better.

I work hard fighting my way up the ladder. I never give up on any task I'm given, yet I still can't beat him. I've beat him once, but I'm sure he let me. I tend to stay away from going anywhere with him because everyone leaves me out. I've back stabbed him once trying to improve my own status. I betrayed his love. I spent many years rejoicing knowing that I was finally doing something for myself, yet each time I saw him I felt bad because of what I did, and there I went begging for forgiveness. I'll do it all again too because I was in charge of my own life, but I wasn't successful. I still failed at training. I fought hard. All I want is happiness. A chance to wear a smile proud because I know I can if it wasn't for the fear lingering inside me. I want to be an outgoing person. I want followers. I'm tired of living in his shadows. He's not better than me. He's just my brother, and I can't even beat him at anything. I've tried talking to him, but it always goes downhill because I'm too much of a coward to own up to it.

But I'll never give up. It's not in my heart to stop trying. I'll work hard. I'll gain the trust of others in the training center. I'll find a group of people to follow me. I'll lead them in hopes of one day becoming a better, stronger person. I don't need my brother. I don't need to be around the praise he receives on a daily basis. Maybe I'm not the best leader, and maybe I don't trust the right people, but I will do whatever it takes. I'm determined to do well with my life even if it means cutting ties with him completely. He may think he's a strong fighter. He may think he can win, but I have a surprise for him. When he's sleeping, I'm training. I'm learning the movements. I'm building my own army because I will be the strongest. No matter what it takes. Soon he'll be in my shadows, and it'll be the best day of my entire life. Until then, I'll keep working. I'll stay with him. I'll learn how he fights. And then I'll betray again. It's just a little brotherly love.

History:

Born and raised in district one. Growing up I always had competitions with my brother. It was a fun competitive way for us to bond together. It wasn't much, but it was nice. And then when I got older we went to the training center together. At first I was weary of training because I'm a clumsy person, and the idea of me holding a weapon didn't satisfy me. Yet I kept going until I finally learned how to fight hand to hand. It's nice being able to defend myself, and I've been in my fair share of fights. Sometimes I left with a bloody nose and black eyes, but other times I've been able to win. I never let my parents know because they'd try to turn me away from the one thing I enjoyed. So I decided it was best to pick up a weapon. I like ranged weapons because I can stay a good distance away while being able to fight. Many times I practiced hours upon hours throwing the knives and axes at targets. It became a game, and it was something I could use to pass time. And at least I didn't have to worry about dying from a sword up close.

Besides from training, I focused on school. I love learning new things. It gives me a chance to further my knowledge of what went on with Panem. While I'm still unsure why the rebellion happened, I know that the hunger games came from it. My one hope is that's my chance to show my brother that I'm better than he is. I like to think I'm smarter. And I train to compete in them. And I don't just work on the weapons. One of my favorite stations is the fire making station. I love practicing starting fires because fire is deadly, but at the same time it dances around. Once I burnt my chest because I fell into the fire, yet instead of being afraid of it, I learned to love it even more. I know first hand what can happen. I hope to never experience again, but it helps me to know. Learning is important. Math is even more important. Calculating the velocity needed for my ranged weapons comes in handy. It's a lot of work, but it's work I love doing.

When I'm not training, I work as a janitor for one of the training centers. It gives me the chance to practice more while people are sleeping. It's the main reason I took the job. Not only does it give me money, but it gives me time to be alone so I can think better. I don't sleep much. My mind is always racing with ways to prove I'm the better brother. I average about two to three hours of sleep a night. Other than that I'm good. I've been in many arguments with my parents over my sleeping habits, but I have to do what I have to do. It's not all about training though. I have a wonderful life. I have many friends. I have an amazing brother. I am jealous of him, but I love him, and I hope to always love him. I have awesome parents. I have a roof over my head. I'm well off. Have a good amount of money. I don't need my parents help, but I will always respect them.

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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