#clarissimis

@clarissimis

victor’s name: Onyx Idocrase victor’s games: 59th Hunger Games victor’s age: 17 during games, 34 now biography: Born to a goldsmith father and a tailor mother in District 1, Onyx has been raised in a loving but strict environment. The young boy quickly started to draw more towards his father’s profession though his father insisted he also get a jeweller’s education so his job would be more varied and possibly would bring him more jobs in the future. He showed talent in his few drawings and small attempts at jewellery, his sense in aesthetics already quite developed and sophisticated. But when he reached his 12th birthday, his father knew his priorities should lie with taking Onyx to the academy to make his District proud, and the boy had no reason to doubt his father’s reasons. His first few weeks were harsh as the older children were playing pranks on him all the time and crossed him whenever possible, but the teachers said that was the natural thing to do, so he could not complain. Later he proved to be quite fast and good in dodging and one of his trainers gave him a sword to try out which turned out to be the perfect match. In his second year abuse from his peers became almost non-existent, but that is when his trainers became sterner and his reward was beating for every small mistake. It was a quick way to learn to never make any.

When he was deemed ready he volunteered proudly for his District and never had any doubts about this being the right path, but why would you when this is all you have been told? Coming from the district of luxury and some good costume choices, he gained the nickname “Golden Boy” and equipped with perfect manners as well as perfect killer instincts became a quick favourite amongst the capitolites.

He emerged victorious from his games using his knowledge to the best of his abilities, at first sticking with the career pack as it was accepted, then massacring those who were left. Of course preparing for such things was different than actually killing people… though Onyx continued to play the perfect victor as he was brought out of the arena and his life continued on with a series of interviews, in his soul something was forever lost, but how could you question the purpose to which you were created?

I’m happy with you designating his marriage.

“ Sometimes I think of quitting my job and doing what you do. Fighting’s easier and I don’t have to worry about what happens after I kick the shit outta people. ”

                 a careful question, one that chose a few ears to hear it.  he  could  be  accused  of  COWARDICE,   for   heaven's   sake.   the  shame  would  weigh  down  his  shoulders in the games  &&  he  might  NOT  win.  the  very  thought  made  him  clear  his  throat.        ‘ d'you think my spear's...  ENOUGH ? ’  

Our muses are on the road at night when the car runs out of petrol, while my muse had promised to fill the tank.