Clawwz’s Comments (group member since Sep 09, 2016)

Clawwz’s comments from the The 73th Annual Hunger Games group.

" Heheh, that's one thing you got wrong. No matter how I die, there will ALWAYS be a scene." Mark said stepping away to leave Lexa with that chilling remark.

" Can you make it quick when you kill me? I can see it in your eyes. You want to. And I can tell it's gonna be hard to stop ya. I just don't want my ma to see me suffer." Mark said, thinking hard about the farm.

" I mean, I can run, but some of those people that are really fast scare me. I feel like they could run in and kill me at any moment. One more thing, can you promse me something?" Mark asked, his expression growing serious.

" I guess I am pretty strong. Really wish I was faster." Mark said with a shrug.

" I'm sorry...? Back in district 9 it's good to compliment someone." Mark didn't handle agression well, and he knew he could get a little riled up if this continued.

Mark looked back at the plant machine. " I saw you on that big 'n fancy plant machine. I really only know the plants we grow on the farm."

" So, you pretty fast, huh?" Mark didn't really have anything to say, he just felt like talking.

He introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Marcus."

He decided to head towards the girl, having had enough axe training.

He seemed confused as to the girl's sudden displeased lookl

Mark retrieved the axe, this time chopping a particularly unlucky dummy in half. He half glanced at the other tributes, his eyes settling on an especially fustrated girl.

He started thinking about the Games, and how this was only his third time in the drawing. His name was only in once, because his brother was always the one to enter multiple times. He became angrier and angrier. He threw the axe out of sheer fustration. He stared in utter disbelief whilst the axe stuck into a dummy's head.

Marcus stretched his limbs. He knew the weapon he'd train with would have to compliment his raw strength. He flexed, gripping the handle of a huge axe. He lifted it with a grin. He had found his weapon.

I'll just start and you can do whatever you want.

Yeah. My schedule is a bit tight, but luckily I have nothing else to do during my free time.

So, my character got accepted, but my name still isn't on the tribute list. Does that still mean I'm good to RP in the training room?

First Name: Marcus
Middle Name: Lou
Surname: Jackson
Nicknames:Mark
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Birthday: November 4th
Age: 14
Star Sign: Scorpio
Sexual Orientation: Straight
District: 9
Languages: English

Physical Appearance

Skin Tone: Tanned White
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 174 lbs.
Blood Type: O negative
Face Shape: Thin, Prominent Jaw-line
Hair Colour: Light brown
Hair Length: Medium-Short
Hair Style: Tousled
Eye Shape: Non-slanted, Thin
Eye Colour: Blue
Body Shape: Medium-large frame, muscular
Shoulders: Broad
Waist: Thin
Hips: Thin
Breast Size/Chest : Large (Chest, that is)
Lip Shape: Thin, usually curled in a smirk
Right Handed or Left Handed?: Right
Scars: A cut on his left hand from an accident when he was young.
Tattoos: None
Piercing: None


General Attitude

Personality: While a good worker in general, Mark can sometimes get distracted, and when off-course, he has a tough time getting his "head back in the game."
Normal Mood: Paranoid
Good Habits: Loyal, but wary, When he gets to know someone, he truly CAN be good fun, Determined
Bad Habits: When he is TRULY nervous, when he is outnumbered, his hands begin to half-spaz out, making it horrid to aim.
Strengths: Physical combat, Survival
Weaknesses: Emotional pain, Any kind of intelligence-based subject other than logic and psychology.
Likes: Animals, Fighting
Dislikes: Hiding
Fears: Death, particularly of starvation
Why?: As a child his mother and father could barely support him and his brother.
Soft Spot: Animals, Anything related to District 9 or Agriculture

Dress Sense

Items of clothing usually worn: A torn up brown jacket; a gift from his father
Accessories: None
Make-Up: None
Perfume: None

Family

Mother: Louise Jackson
Father: Richard Jackson, Deceased
Brother: David Jackson
Pet: Whiskers, a thin, calico cat
Fido, a brown dog, Deceased

Friends/Enemies


Love Interest: Anyone desperate enough to be with him

Childhood

Life Story: Marcus was always worried about food, mostly because his parents did no effort to hide it from him. He was sent into work as a farm-hand early on.
Favourite Childhood memory: When his brother finally acknowledged him, and actually talked to him for about five seconds.
Worst Childhood memory: When Fido died.

Teenage

Life Story: Marcus's life was pretty uneventful before he turned fourteen. His brother put his name in so much he only had to put his in once, but he still put it in a few more times.
Grown up in?: Poverty. Oh, so much poverty.
Favourite Teen Memory: When his father gave him his jacket.
Worst Teen Memory: When his father died.

Up to Today

Role Model: None
Why?: Because I don't want to.
First Memory: Plowing, or more so, playing, in the dirt when he was a toddler, out in the field with his father.
Life Story Up To Now: Marcus lived a "boring" life, his brother putting his name in a lot so the family could survive another day, although he still put his name in multiple times. He was very sick of poverty, so he ended up paying for it.



Rating (Out of 10(10 being the best))

Intelligence: 2/10
Confidence: 7/10
Wisdom: 1/10
Agility: 6/10
Stamina: 8/10
Cooperation: 9/10

Yes Or No?

Smoker?: No
Drinker?: No
Nail Bitter?: Yes
Athletic?: Yes
Bookworm?: No
Kleptomaniac?: Yes
Party Animal?: No
Vegetarian?: No
Workaholic?: Yes
Glasses?: No
Contacts?: No

Good Or Bad?

Temper: Bad
Patience: Good
Charisma: Good
Discipline: Good
Sense of Humor: Good
Wit: Bad

Or?

Optimist or Pessimist?: Pessimist
Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert
Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil
Logical or Emotional?: Emotional
Disorderly or Neat?: Disorderly
Working or Relaxing?: Working
Confident or Unsure?: Confident

Self-Perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself?: Not very well
One word the character would use to describe self: Imperfect
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: " I don't want to be me. I want to be happy. I want acceptance. I want to fix my faults. I want... Perfection."
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Hard-working
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Everything else
How does the character think others perceive him/her: Powerful
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: His intelligence

Favourite/Hates

Favourite Food: Anything his mother/brother can get him
Hated Food: Nothing
Favourite Colour: Green
Hated Colour: Brown (It's because of the dirt. I ain't no racist, ya hear?)
Favourite Drink: Wine, which he had just tried at the Capitol
Hated Drink: None
Favourite Place: His family's farm
Hated Place: The Arena (duh)
Favourite Music: Country/Bluegrass
Hated Music: Capitol music
Favourite Animal: Pigs
Hated Animal: Bats
Favourite Characteristics in other people: Accepting, kind
Hated Characteristics in other people: Stuck-up, Close-minded
Extra: Has a southern accent
Quote: " I'm no genius, heck, I ain't even that smart, but I know how to kill, and that's all I gotta do. " - Marcus to Caesar Flickerman

I'd like to claim the District 9 male.