David Woods

Full Name: David Woods
Gender: Male
Age: 19
District: 12
Position: Ex-Miner; Possible Tribute.

Personality: (40) David is quiet, and extremely unlikely to speak to anyone. He wants a chance to be in the games. He wants to feel blood running down his arms. He wants to hurt other people because no one cared when he got hurt. He typically says little, but his words are sharp, and swift. He'll try to wound you mentally if not physically. He loves it when people lie because he can see it. He enjoys playing games, his favorite is chess, because he is a prodigal genius, despite his poor conditions.

Abilities: (40) David is really good at telling when people are lying, he made a game of it, asking people extremely personal questions out of the blue, usually after he'd been their friend for a while. He is extremely fit, built like a tank. He rides around in a wheelchair, and no one seems to understand how a cripple manages to maintain such a perfect physique, most people think he has access to drugs, some kind of muscle enhancers. No one knows he isn't truly confined to his chair, he uses it to gain people's trust, to portray a poor cripple boy who just wants a friend. If he had to choose, he'd use a rock in the arena, a nice, big stone, and just smash people's faces in. He would prefer using his bare hands. David is a savage, raging, decietful, and intelligent boy who enjoys a challenge, you'd just better hope you're not the person he sees as one.

Appearance:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185 MUSCULAR
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black

Description: David has dead eyes, his emotions are completely absent. It's almost like he lacked emotion completely. David has a large scar on his back where a collapsing board tore into his flesh. He nearly lost the ability to walk, but continued to fiegn the loss to rally support from his neighbors. He rides in a wheelchair all the time. He spends his hours indoors working out until he collapses, then he climbs back into his chair, and sits around until he feels well enough to continue. All his food come from friendly neighbors, or the bowl, that bowl of names. He enjoys it. David is muscular, and tall, with broad shoulders, but an average chest.


History: (120) David was born in District 12, he was an illegitimate child, and his mother died during childbirth, he was raised by a poor couple who had discovered they couldn't have children a few years back, and they were overjoyed to have David. He was raised as their own son, taught to be proper, despite their poverty. He CAN be a very polite young man, but he deplores everyone. His father died in the mines when he fell down an unsecured shaft, it was technically illegal to be mining anyway, karma, David was 15, and his mother died of a plague a few years later, David was about 17. He took to mining, despite the illegality of it, coal was, afterall, a good luxury to have. He was taken on as a poster-boy by the Capitol for two years, they used his muscular, healthy frame to promote D-12 as a positively wonderful place. After 2 years of working in the mines, a collapse occured, it should have robbed David of his legs, but he was lucky, he got away with his ability to walk intact. That didn't stop him from lying about it. He took to a wheelchair after that, using the crippled image to his advantage. He works his body in his spare time, and plays chess with whoever thinks their gifted enough to beat him. He typically acts normal, trying to feign friendliness to attract friends. He likes messing with people, and frequently plays vicious tricks on others. When he's not playing, working out, or hurting people, he's waiting, waiting for his chance to play in the games.


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Sample RP: Clark Sanderson

**This is Mako.

There, now David's actions weren't legal, nor were his foster father's, it was now Karma on both accounts of the death and injury.

Prepare to be amazed.