The Author Games: Literature

District 3 Male~ Conn Sephra

Name: Conn Sephra

District: Three; 3

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Weapon: Axe

Appearance: Conn despises his hair. From the sultry, oak color to the way it unnaturally puffs away from his head. It hangs into his face, enough to cast a shade over his eyes- normally an iridescent green, the shadow dims the forestry to a darker tone. And then, his jaw and developed cheekbones draw the attention, both so strong that his lips have to curve with them. Not tall, he never slouches, always trying to see above those he is with- not in a malicious way, but because he rarely makes eye contact in conversation. His skin is envy, sparking flint to flame; soft and brittle hairs trace his body up and down, aging him, but adding depth to his otherwise youthful appearance.

Personality: Conn is an indescribable fellow, from the smirks that twist and the words that bind friends to him. Conn is not overtly a friend, but he is neither rude nor sarcastic, so people often describe him as real. He can say how it is without creating an angered distance, and is knowing of limits, both physical and personal. People trust him, rely on him, speak to him, but don't necessarily love him; this is a problem because he struggles with loneliness. Conn is patient and persistent, a considerate person who refuses to see the dark side of things. However, the wall between him and that irreversible nighttime has been wearing thin for years, since the Games threatened to take him. And now, they have, only adding a crack to the unpolished glass of his life.

Strengths: Pain. It seems like a horrible weakness to contain, but Conn has a resilient ability over pain. From small scars to torture (though the latter hasn't exactly been experienced), Conn believes it to be an easy path to cross. While people trust him easily, he does not, so his caustic stance will often lead him to some kind of safety. He has way too much common sense for one boy, like the concept of factual text slipped him by, but he learns quickly as well, making him an easy sidekick or ally.

Weaknesses: Grime. Conn isn't the cleanest person, but he hates direct contact with wet and muddy things, especially when it is pouring rain. When the outside is breached by something natural, be it hail, snow, or a storm, Conn instantly becomes weaker. Conn is unforgiving; once someone breaks trust, he leaves them, subsequently making him frailer as a unit. Conn does not have his own voice.

Backstory: Silence filled his childhood as he grew up. Silence that, to a developing mind, affected who he came to be. Though Conn has personality traits and certain aspects that define him, he is much along a borderline that means these can't describe accurately. Still, most often, he was seen as a caring, loving, and attentive boy. Conn's mother and father ensured there were no frowns in the household, because "the first step to turning happy, is right there on the face". Conn is an only child, which attributed to his dislike and fear of being alone, while there were many nights he stayed awake because of a perpetual fear of the dark. Since then, those habitual enmities been outgrown, but not by much.

Token: Just the aforementioned quote, which he keeps by his heart and by his lips; this ensures he will smile, even when unhappy.