Post by LEM on Jun 15, 2012 7:08:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #ededed; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] henrik mistrine Name: Henrik Adren Mistrine Age: Sixteen Date of Birth: 7th June Sexuality: Bisexual District: Four Occupation: Shellfish catcher Affiliation: Neutral Face Claim: Eric Saade Hair: Thick, messy dark brown hair, almost black in colour Eyes: Dark brown eyes Height and weight: 175cm; 11st Body type: Slender, but strong arm muscles Distinguishing features: Distinctive mole on his cheek, and a scar on his lower back and hip area from a shark muttation. Traits: Talkative, confident, blunt, honest, straightforward, short-tempered, hyperactive, perhaps a little naive and misunderstood. Likes: Swimming, working in the sun, palm trees, soft music, kick boxing, dancing. Dislikes: Lightning, food shortages, politics, weak people, rough waters, darkness, strong winds. Strengths: Running, climbing, hauling in nets, good with his hands, nimble, good hand-eye co-ordination and depth perception. Weaknesses: Doesn't handle storms well, finds it hard to adjust to change, not much muscle on him, weak immune system. Habits: Fidgety with his hands, doesn't like staying still for long, counts aloud. Dreams: Henrik from a young age wanted to train to be a career, but his premature birth meant for a weaker than average immune system and he was taken out of the running. He wants to become successful in something, something that will make his family proud. Parents: Helena Mistrine (age 32); Dortoll Mistrine (age 40) Siblings: Dexx Mistrine (age 14); Aletta Mistrine (age 14) - twin brother&sister Pets: No pets whatsoever. Overall History: The Mistrine family have been a well known name in the District for a good few generations, right back to the first time the Hunger Games were about. Their eldest sons have almost always become career tributes and volunteered at the Reaping, and the name holds a lot of pride - even when the Games were abolished under the Power of Paylor, their name still loomed in the history books of District Four. And when the Games were brought back by Elizabeth Snow, the Mistrines were ecstatic. It meant another time to shine for them. Henrik was born prematurely, by at least two weeks. He came out coughing and wheezing, smaller than average and he needed to be kept in incubation at the hospital for the first few months of his life. Needless to say, this made Henrik a bit of a disappointment to his parents, Helena and Dortoll, who wanted to be the first parents in the Mistrine bloodline to have a career son. Still, they did their best to bring him up with training, keeping him strong, and when he reached Reaping age, he looked good enough to be promising. He was entered into the various training schools about the District, but unfortunately, he was turned down by many of them. Although he looked good enough, Henrik wasn't able to keep up with the other children, as he was weaker and thinner than the rest of them. Although his parents didn't voice it, Henrik knew that they were disappointed in him. So Henrik went to get his own work at the docks, working with a small, hard-working shellfish collection business and keeping his head low. His younger brother, Dexx, was now the one to be trained up as a career tribute, and although it hurt Henrik that he had been chosen over him, it just made him more determined to show his parents that he could be just as good. When the Reaping would come around again, Henrik plans to volunteer, whether his family agree with it or not. The store was a blast from the past, crammed full of vintage clothes, old signs, rustic looking furniture and endless other quirky things. Devon wondered how on earth he'd managed to not notice this place before, and he wondered if it was a new addition to the mall - but the way the store presented itself, it was as if it had been here since the dawn of time. Reminding himself to close his gaping mouth, Devon was about to start walking around the store, namely towards the lava lamp display at the back, when suddenly he collided with something, ending up falling back into a cabinet full of mythical creature models. "Shit!" He exclaimed, grabbing onto the person he'd walked onto by their shoulders in order to regain his footing. Unfortunately, he still managed to knock off a figurine or two, and prayed to God that they wouldn't smash. But of course, they did. Whoever he'd walked into, they were speaking quickly and angrily in a different language, something Eastern Europe Devon assumed, and he opened his eyes and focused on the woman before him, breaking out into a grin. "Kenzi!" He knew this woman - they'd met in town before, and hit it off really well, so he recognised her. But obviously, she was annoyed right now, and Devon thought she had no right, considering he was the one who'd just broken something and would most likely have to pay for it, but then he realised she'd been holding a drink, which was now all over her clothes. "Oh damn," Devon murmured, letting the situation sink in and he finally let go of her shoulders. "Sorry," He apologized genuinely, taking a step back from her, making sure to steer clear of anything he could break. Now feeling truly awkward, Devon knelt down to pick up the figurines he'd managed to destroy - a small, purple dragon, that now had only one wing and a part of it's tail missing; and the weirdest looking unicorn, now that it had no head or front right leg - and held them in his hands, biting his lip. "Well, looks like I'm walking home with two new ornaments today," Devon raised his head, smiling nervously at Kenzi and looking at her spilt drink. "I am really sorry about that, I should've looked where I was going. Too focused on the lava lamp..." He explained, cocking his head towards the brightly coloured lamp at the back of the store. lem, nineteen, gmt, none as of yet. |
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