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Name || Todd Capaski

Age || 16

Gender || Male

District || 4

Appearance || I sometimes forget what I look like, you know? It just slips my mind. The lack of mirrors around my home limits me to warped reflections in cups of water???sometimes the ocean waves???and bent silver that's lost its luster. Looks don't appeal to me and, seemingly, mine don't appeal to others. It isn't a bother. I'm quite used to being ignored. But when I do recognize myself, in those rare reflections that hold my face for short moments, I'm reminded that "Hey, that's me! That's Todd." It'll floor me, really, when I see my own chocolate hair and piercing green eyes. It makes me wonder why my face, out of so many others, remains invisible to the eyes of others. But then my mother will remind me, with a few well-spoken words, that I am special and that no one can make me otherwise. She means well, I know it, but sometimes even her compliments don't pull me from my sullen stupors.

There is nothing more that I'd like than to be noticed. There is also nothing I'd hate more. It's not like there is anything physically wrong with me that makes me so insignificant to others; it's just I'm hard to notice. I blend in, well enough to go unnoticed. But when I am seen, maybe for the first time in weeks, it's normally a bad thing. A rough hand will crash through my wavy hair, acting as though it belongs to a person that's my friend. Yet, when my green eyes find the gaze of the being that has just acknowledged me, I never feel the warmth of friendship. Instead, deep in my hollow stomach, a knot will twist up so tight, I think I might just hurl.

"How are we today, pretty boy?" the brutish boy, who's so much taller than my small form, will ask. I'll only tremble in response. What are my thin arms in comparison to his? When practically everyone in District 4 has been sculpted, either by the hard tasks of fishing or by Career training, I'm no comparison. I'm not skeletal, yet I am no behemoth. Normal. Average. Ordinary. That is what I am. And I'm hopelessly content and frustrated with it all at once.

It's a rare occurrence???being noticed???so I don't mind these few scenarios nearly as much a

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Name || Orion Levan

Age || 18

Gender || Male

District || 1

Appearance ||
You will never find a more perfect human being. I am perfect, therefore, I am all you could ever hope to find on this forsaken planet. Deny my charm, my allure? You cannot. You will not. If you do, I shall strike you do with all your impurities. Worship at my feet and perhaps you may stay, just long enough to provide the constant attention I need. Just don't touch me. Never let your filthy fingers brush against my perfectly tanned skin or the hard-earned contours of my muscles. I shudder at the thought. You are imperfect, impure, and as such, have no right touching a God. Yes, I am a God. Do you not understand that? Look at my height and see how I dwarf you. Rounding in at 6'3", I tower over you. Defy me and my abilities so that I may crush you. I'll wipe your impurities from the earth and it will mean nothing.

Stop staring at my perfect body. Your eyes have not earned the right, and they never will. Lust for it all you want, I will not let you touch it. I've spent years forming this, myself, from weights and training. Your grime will not defile it. Day after day, through the sacrifice of sweat and time, I have sculpted a being so fine, none will compete with me. My bare arms pulse with the definition of such power that is unattainable by normal mortals. But don't you forget now, petty being, I am a God. You will never be able to understand my power or my beauty, for I am the sheer essence of perfection. Abandon your foolish struggle to understand, for it is a lost cause.

My hair was gifted from my father, while my blue eyes from my mother. Even so, I consider my creation as having nothing to do with them. Everything about me screams divinity, yet how can that be so if I was birthed by mortals? This is why I will forever deny my lineage. They are not mine and will never be mine. I have no earthly parents and they never quite understood that. Controlling such an unruly child and later, a vicious teen, was an awful burden. Through their own weakness, they failed to contain me. I do not blame them. Afterall, they are simply human and I, on the other hand

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Name || Penette 'Pen' Huron

Age || 18

Gender || Female

District || 2

Appearance || Seen as falling to the more attractive side of the scale, Pen fits the rather cookie-cutter vision of a beautiful young Career that simply wishes to perform well in the name of her district. She harbors deep chocolate hair color, similar to that of her mother's. Its straight, silky appearance is a rather prominent signature of her family's lineage, as the Huron's have carried the trait throughout several generations of women. Due to this, Penette often tries (futilely) to hide this fact. She isn't swollen with pride like most of her family, but has a much more level-head about their entire image. Putting her hair up in a bun or ponytail seems to take away from its more notable style, often infuriating her mother who claims her "hair looks amazing down," but really means "that's Huron Hair, flaunt it!". Where's the perfect little killing machine that also loved to show off her beauty; that baby girl that Mrs. Huron always desired? Hidden in the shadows of Penette's very core, maybe she had just what she desired, just maybe.

As well as her hair, Penette carries another family heirloom???her blue eyes. This isn't so much a noticeable feature as her hair, but it is still a part of what defines her as Penette Huron. It???s a clich?? belief, really, that those with blue eyes are all seen as prosperous, simply due to the pigment around their pupils. Pen cannot fathom the grounds for which this notion was built, as it only makes her distrustful of people like her with the crystal eye color. Why trust those that share something in common with her? She's not so credible a source herself.

Something unfamiliar to most others in the small Huron family is Pen???s rather average height. While the boy's in the family tend to tower, no one predicted that Penette would reach the height she did. She had always been smaller, but an elegant young adult that rounded in at about 5??? 6??? was nothing close to the height of her family members. It was average, and no one particularly aimed for average in the Huron family. She's no small matter for a girl of her age, however, compensating with a fiery attitude and slightly large build. Whether it is from training at the academy, wrestling with her two ol