Gregor Clane d2 {done}
Aug 11, 2016 12:42:39 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Aug 11, 2016 12:42:39 GMT -5
Gregor Clane
Goes by Greg
18 years of age
From district 2
He's obviously a male
[appearance]
He wants to be feared.
Standing over six foot tall, Greg has a lot of his work cut out for him, but it doesn't stop him from spending endless hours in the training center lifting weights and pushing himself to the max because he wants to be stronger. Rumors spread about him telling those who care to listen that he uses performance enhancing drugs, however, in his eyes, it's only a rumor. Many nights sweat pours from his brow, dripping from his dark, shaggy hair silently falling towards the ground leaving nothing but the terrible stench of body odor to fill the air around him. One could say Greg has really let himself go, yet he finds no problems with it. His dark scruffy facial hair took a long time to grow, and he isn't about to lose it.
Dark bags sit uneasily under his brown, angular eyes, and they show up vividly on his pale face. The sun is not his friend as he only has two colors - the color of a white piece of paper, and lobster red. Compared to the rest of his facial features, Greg feels he has a small head. His large, elf like ears stand out despite his efforts to hide them. His nose is large coming to an awkward point at the bottom. His prominent jaw stays clenched tight. His chapped, pale lips hide his yellow cracked teeth, and the corners of his lips never twist into a smile as he keeps his foul smelling breath hidden inside. His voice is deep, and his laugh is even deeper.
Many of his shirts have ripped because he forces his muscles to become larger, and doesn't know when to stop. Hair covers his chest, and he wants to keep it covered since nobody wants to see an eighteen year old waltzing down the street showing off a disgusting, hairy chest. Six pack abs set perfectly on his stomach - many times Greg will lift his shirt admiring the hard work he put into making himself stronger. But in his eyes it's never enough. He knows he can become stronger. He knows he's capable of lifting more. He knows that one day with all his sweat, and hard work, he'll become the beast he years for. It just takes time, and he has plenty on his side.
[personality]
He loves listening as people cry out in pain begging for mercy as he attempts to destroy them. His time spent in the training center isn't about learning for the games. No, Greg wants to learn more about different moves, different actions to make pain worse. Torturing people, and seeing people tortured brings great joy into his bloodthirsty life. It brings him the opportunity for his name to grow stronger and shine in the spotlight when others dare take it away from him. His bloodthirsty lifestyle has been with him from the time he was a child, and now that he's older it's only gotten worse. But what he does is never enough. Never enough to quench the thirst he's held onto for so long, but each tiny sip draws him closer and closer.
Quick to anger, Greg lashes out without thinking about the consequences. Losing a sparing match only turns him into a beast he hides inside of him. Greg Clane isn't supposed to lose. He's not afraid to act upon his emotions, and most of the time people have to pull him away from a fight fearing he may end up murdering an innocent civilian, but anyone who beats him isn't innocent, and they deserve the punishment his force brings upon them - just ask his brother. He still laughs knowing how much pain he caused his brother when he pressed his face into a fiery cauldron. He had to teach him a lesson. He had to make sure he never messed with any of his things ever again, and as far as he's concerned it worked.
He has no honor. He's not loyal to anyone, and when it comes time to shake hands with those gathered around, he turns away marking the winner as the enemy. Telling someone he's sorry goes out the door because sorry doesn't exist in his short vocabulary. Greg isn't the brightest person in the world, and he never thinks about his actions, yet as he stands with his arms crossed, he dares someone to make fun of him. He hides nothing, and he wants to learn more. He wants to push people further away. He wants them to cower in fear as they look into his eyes and see the blood lust rolling through his veins. But it's never enough.
Feelings? People actually have those? So what if someone cries. Who cares how upset or how hurt they are. It doesn't matter in his eyes. Greg isn't one to sit around listening to people cry. But there is one person he may listen to, and if anyone tries to hurt her, it'll be the last thing they ever do. There's just something about her. Something that makes him feel weak. Something that pulls him from the high he placed himself upon. It's hard to explain, but Greg won't let anyone hurt her. He can't. If that happens, he failed. But nobody needs to know that as it'll ruin his reputation, and he doesn't want that. It's his secret. One he'll hide forever.
[history]
Life was perfect when he was an only child, but it quickly changed when his brother was born. From a young age, Greg wanted nothing to do with him, yet he never allowed it to hold him back. As a child, Greg was constantly getting in trouble, he was pushing the limits, toeing the fine line between right and wrong trying to see what he could get away with - sometimes he even crossed the line. He was never afraid of putting people down. Harsh words fell from his lips many times to the kids at the school because he wanted to see them cry. It may have been an accident at first, but he quickly realized he found he enjoyed watching them cry. He enjoyed people getting into pain. It wasn't physical at this time in his life. But soon it would be. The words became more and more until he a thirst grew inside him, and no matter what he did, how much he made people cry, Greg wasn't capable of quenching it. It made him ponder his options. Emotional wasn't enough, but maybe one day he would find what he was looking for.
He always had a short fuse, and many times he acted out on it getting his way in whatever he wanted. He started throwing tantrums. Kicking people. Biting people. Doing whatever he could to get what he wanted, and deep inside he never cared what happened. One day he may have stepped across the line too far when he saw his brother playing with a toy Greg threw out because he had no use for it. Just a toy. But it had belonged to him, and seeing his brother playing with his toy lit the spark inside him. Grabbing him by the hair, he shoved his face into a fire and held him there cackling as he screamed in pain. It brought great joy into his life, and he wanted to feel more of it. Greg would've killed his brother had bystanders not rushed to his aid. Pulling him back away and getting Sandor the help he needed. It was only the beginning for him. A beast lingered inside him taking control of his emotions while nobody else in the world cared. Everywhere he turned, he saw the eyes on him, and it made him want more.
At the earliest age possible, he stepped foot into the training center for the first time. Right then the door to his lifelong dreams opened right in front of him. While other kids his age were in school learning math, Gregor found himself standing alone in the middle of the gym holding weapons he could only dream about. Sometimes he stood in the corner lifting weight because he wanted to become stronger, but it also gave him a chance to learn how those living in district two fought. It gave him the knowledge needed in order to quench the undying thirst spreading through his veins like wildfire. And he wanted to be great right away, yet it was almost impossible. Eventually very few bystanders wanted to fight him because it was always the swords fault when he lost. Gregor was better. He could win against anyone, and he refused to lose despite the odds never swinging in his favor. Fight after fight broke out. Trainers banned him from stepping foot inside the facility again. But he was okay with that because he found another.
In his eighteen years of life, he found himself constantly crossing the fine line between right and wrong, and he ended up with complete disregard for the law. His favorite thing was spending hours leaning creating ways to put torment people. Severing limbs wasn't enough. Maiming a person became boring. He wanted to do more. Filleting a person like a fish was one idea he came up with, yet he didn't have anyone volunteer as a victim - only a foolish person would do that. The people he followed around had nothing on him. They didn't own him, and they wasn't going to order him around. He made sure of that. But through he all, he yearns for one thing. Gregor Clane wants to wear a crown upon his head. The one that Jamie and Circe failed to bring home. The games offer the escape he's looking for. They offer him the chance to grow stronger, to make people cry out in pain as he watches the life leave their eyes. And all he'll do is stand back and laugh.
