Name: Zyker Obediah Lintsy
Nicknames: None
Age: 18
Sexuality: Straight
Birthday: December 3rd
District: Twelve
Weapon of choice: Spear and Sword
Talent: Navigation
Weaknesses: Slow reflexes
Hobbies: Studying the sky and terrains. Storytelling. Hiking.
Likes: Maps. Being outside. When it rains. Discovering new star patterns. Making his parent's proud.
Dislikes: The Games. The Capitol. Bright colors. Dead things. Mines.
Fears: He has the fear of being buried alive after a pile of dirt collapsed over him at a young age, and the fear of being alone due to him always being surrounded by loved ones.
Token: Small round token with an elephant on the front of it.
Personality: Zyker is very social when it comes to the people in his districts. Every morning he takes a district stroll, visiting many members of the district while he runs errands for his mother. His family has been lucky enough to never have a child in the games as his two older brothers are now past the age to play the games. He is a momma's boy as he cherishes the advise she feeds to him while they sit on their porch looking up at the sky. He is talented when it comes to knowing the world around him. He respects the life that his parent's have provided him with, and would never voice his opinion on the lack of some items he would love to have. In school, Zyker was always one to not find just one group of friends, but many. He enjoys the company of other's, and cannot imagining being alone.
History: At a young age, Zyker was taught the ways of the world he now lived in. He had never asked questions about the past, but knew that the chaos had only ended a few years before his birth. He never knew what it was like to feel the way most families did when their child or sibling's name was called for the Games, but the looks on the family's faces showed him that he needed to avoid the pain. His oldest brother and father worked in the mines, and he knew that this would be the life he would lead unless the fate of the Games crossed him. He had no problem with the idea of death, but he always looked back towards his mother every reaping and saw tears roll down her face at just the thought that she was about to lose one of her children.
As soon as both of Zyker's older brothers passed the age to be entered in the games, it was like a huge weight lifted off the families shoulders because everybody knew the likelihood of Zyker's name being called was very slim since his brother's were the ones to submit their names for food and leisure. His parent's made all the efforts to keep him out of that arena, but what happened next was not expected by the Lintsy's. A snow storm passed through the town and destroyed many homes that weren't built to withstand the powerful wind that also accompanied the snow. Unlike other families, the Lintsy's each summer would work on their home for storms like this. The chance of their home being destroyed was so unlikely that they didn't even both bordering up the windows to prevent the snow from coming in. All Zyker remembers is being crushed by a board of wood that gave the first sign of the collasping roof.
Once the storm passed, Zyker woke in a home that wasn't his and word that he was now considered homeless. His family went from house to house until they were able to build another home, but it came with a cost. As money ran out, they finally were able to complete the house with Zyker's name being entered for the reaping way over a hundred times within a six month period. As his birthday came around, they celebrated his last year of reaping with a small cake that he also submitted his name to get. Reaping was only about a month away, so Zyker didn't have much time to enjoy the idea of being free when he stood with other kids. The twist this year was all tributes being from ages sixteen to eighteen, as most of the tributes left he scanned over his small district seeing his chances increasing. He had just glanced back to his mother when his name was called, and seeing his mother scream in pain only made things worse when he was escorted to the front stage to be presented like a prize pup that just won the show. Everything else happens now.
Anything else?: Not at the moment.
Your reaction to being chosen for the Hunger Games: Expression. My thoughts are so scattered at this moment that I can't even speak, and then the additonal twist made things so much worse. Why do I want to get to know people that I'm going to have to kill or better yet be killed by?
