"What the hell is this for?"
Name: Gavril Eldric Scynthe
"-Isn't this stupid enough? As if they need information, when they have a more detailed one themselves?"
Nicknames:
"I don't like nicknames"
Age:17
"-What for?"
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: September 25
District: 1 - Luxury Items
Weapon of choice: Dual Knives
Talent: General Survival
Weaknesses: His one hour memory loss, due to a tragic accident, Gavril experiences what can be simply called as 1-hour memory loss. Though he can remember most of his basic memories, every day, he would forget certain things that happened just in the past hour. The time, the activities, the faces of the people he just met-even their names, he will forget anything there is possible. No matter how significant or insignificant, he can't help but unintentionally forget things like those.
"Tch."
Hobbies:
"I do write and play musical instruments, that's all."
Likes:
"There's nothing that I like. Period. But if I am forced to write something here, five right? I'll say: Music? Writing? Drawing? Pocket watch? ..and SILENCE."
Dislikes:
"Talkative people, people, contact with others, meeting new people, talking"
Fears:
And the stopping of the ticking of his pocket watch."Not knowing anything."
Token:
"...token? the proverbial pocket watch, I guess."
Personality: Detached and cold. These are the things most commonly attributed to Gavril Eldric Scynthe. Not only is he one of the quietest person around but when he speaks, he talks in such a blunt way that causes others to shy away from him. He is not rude though. Whatever he speaks of is always something related to the truth or what he truly thinks about the topic. He is also observant and this is often seen when he will suddenly comment on something that most people easily overlooks. Gavril is an independent and reliable guy. He would do anything he can to finish a task to completion once he is assigned one. He may not be a perfectionist but he will always do his job well. Because of this trait, no matter how insolent and insensitive he may sound like, he is quite dependable.
Also, he can rather be dominating in such a passive way. He wouldn't force others to listen to him, but he has this aura that would 'scare' you into doing his 'requests'. What most misunderstands is that they take him as a gangster. Being such a silent guy, his actions are often mistaken into something that is illegal or dangerous and creepy. He takes this misconceptions by directly approaching the accuses and disproving all those issues against him as swiftly and most effectively he could.
There is another side in his character that isn't usually seen by the others though. When he is with his loved ones, he is a happy-go-lucky lad. He can laugh loudly and smile as widely as what is humanly possible. He can crack even the corniest joke ever created when he is with his eighty-year old grandmother. Every time that he and his younger brother visits their ancestral home, he is much more composed and outspoken. He is sweet, compassionate and caring to the point that it can be treated as annoying. Not to his grandmother, she greatly appreciates all his efforts no matter how small or big those are. She is the only person that he deeply respects and the only one who can make him succumb into commands and requests that most do not even have the power to make him slightly budge from.
"^I don't even want to comment into this idiocy... compassionate, who?"
History:
"As a child that grew up in the District 1, I can say that I am pretty normal. We lived a comfortable and common life. Though my brother and I, was succinctly trained enough for the Game like any other child, my parents did not force us to participate. It didn't become a hobby, necessity or an obsession in the family. How can they force us to participate? Since those bastards, who call themselves as our 'parents' are always just involved in making money, money and nothing else but money. The only thing I can say I'm thankful for their existence is the weekly financial support that they are giving us; duly without fail.
Being jewelers and owners of some pawnshop, 'mother' and 'father' are almost always away from home. Because of this from such a young age, my brother and I were passed over from one relative to another. It would take us a few weeks of stay in one aunt or uncle (or even an impromptu popping godfather) and then just a couple of months to be transferred again to another uncle, which we never knew had existed in the first place actually. The reason why we are often transferred? 'Our parents' did not want us to be influenced by the relatives. They had little to no trust to the other distant and closely related family members that they preferred to leave us in different people's care.
Bullsh*t logic.
I hate my parents and it took me fifteen years of my life to learn that we were not blood related. It was only when I was put under the care of my grandmother --my first degree's uncle's mother or anything of sorts, that I finally learned the truth. Our biological parents-thankfully my brother is still my own kin, died years before. The one who are posing as our parents are the best friends of the real ones. We had been entrusted to their care in exchange for a large sum of money. This is the reason why 'mother' and 'father' are so overprotective of us. There had been a drafted will that once I reach of age or something near that crap, I would be allowed to take over the small pawnshop our parents left for us. Knowing how important the name of the shop is, the impostors-(well that's what they are) decided to play nice and gave me a proposition: 'I wouldn't dare pass up' -their words, not mine. They told me that they would make the business flourish, and in turn support me and my brother 'until' I come of age. In exchange, I would give them permission to use the shop for their capital. I would have never cared for that foolish place, I never had an attachment to that small dingy shop but since I knew that my brother and I will need it in order to survive, I reluctantly agreed to them. Ever since then, we are under their clutches. Neither really mistreated nor acknowledged.
...did I really say all of that?"
Anything else?:As a writer, he owns a lot more journal compared to the number of clothes he have.
He uses these journals to record the recent happenings in his life. He would often refer and see these notebooks after an hour to always refresh his memory for the little things he'd usually miss. Aside from having a beautiful penmanship, Gavril is a great artist and pianist. He is a prodigy in these areas but does not usually hone these skills.
Your reaction to being chosen for the Hunger Games: Expression. Disbelief.
"I think they are actually mistaken, I can't remember joining for this crap."