Tark Ogenki of District 3 [Finished (?)]

[mesic]

Name:: Tark Ogenki
Age:: 18
Gender:: Male
Residency:: District 3

Appearance::

With only about five feet and seven inches to his name, Tark is short but not insulted. He has a sharp, defined facial curve that is smooth. The skin is more of a wheat-to-tan shade, with any tanned areas an extremely light brushing or distillation of amber. A smirk of thin lips is one of the most common smiles and is a signature trademark; the legal man must smirk at least once a day. His nose is rounded off and quite small, not flat but like a button. The ears are a bit large but appear smaller from the hair. Everything about the rest of his face is blue: blue eyes, blue hair, and even blue eyebrows. They all match the same color of cobalt blue, though his hair seems darker because of lighting. If struck right, his eyes seem to turn cyan.

Out of his entire body, Tark's hair is the more prized or guarded. Though he gets irked and defensive when people touch or grasp it, it is not to the point of being overly dramatic. His hair is extremely soft and nice to touch. Its style is mainly clusters (without gel or sticky products) that do not spike up but rather to the sides and down. The bangs - a couple large but mostly multiple short ones - have a percentage of being seventy on the right side and thirty percent on the left. None get in or cover his eyes of lustrous blue.

His body is lean, fit for little skirmishes. Because he likes to jump, muscles have formed in the legs and lower area. There is some also in the arms to prop himself in trees, one of his favorite places to be in. Usually only his hands will be toasted slightly. Tark is a pretty skinny, small guy, and that complements his personality and sneakiness.

The attire covers about everything except the hands and neck-up. Tark wears a black zip polyester-like vest, a collar that juts up and out then proceed to flow down to the end of the abdomen. The vest is usually only zipped up just a little, still below the bellybutton, to have an open look and expose the second layer. A white t-shirt covers over a gray shirt with long loose sleeves. Tark wears nice baggier jeans; the shoes are tennis, mostly white with a black top. The only accessories worn is a tooth of unknown origins linked together by metallic rectangle beads rounded at the coners and a cross that is spiked at the ends and has a curvy v-shaped metal cemented over like partial clothing.

Personality::

The most distinguishable trait of Tark is that he is a joker coupled with some of a prankster. He wants a kick out of life, and he surely loves to laugh, especially at the displeasure of others. A rough sort of boy, dirty more often than a potty mouth. One can see him scrambling, snickering and laughing away. Tark is a smirking individual; expect him to drop something for his amusement. The blue-haired man sometimes does not realize when to stop kidding around.

Tark is not an attention-seeker. In fact, he is a bit of the opposite. He is easily nervous around new people, which kicks in a horrible habit: spewing out insults based on physical traits. They can come out childish and land him in sticky situations, but it has been his defense mechanism all of his life since boyhood. It leaves much pretentious or disheartening air to the point of loneliness, and Tark seems nonchalant in respect of the events played out.

Present is a hint of sadism in his soul. A light punch or tap can bring out some laughter, but anything beyond small damage is taken seriously. Where really his sadism is played into is in one particular pixelated girl's death scenes. Tark starts laughing in multitude, just repeating to kill the same person. One of the many reasons he likes his computer is just said action.

Tark is street-smart with some common knowledge. Slang is his language; he will speak brutally honestly at times and leave what he does not want to say to interpretation. It is hard at times to tell his allegiance and guess who he really works for: himself, one party, or another. Mysteriousness is secured for Tark Ogenki when serious; but, in all reality, he wants to keep his precious things safe. His truthfulness is high, and this also can land him in hot spots.

Putting aside his joker quality, Tark upholds morals which he is not coward to fight for. He believes in privacy, bonds, and loyalty - though the latter trait is objective to his own schedule. Sometimes he does stupid things to protect his interests and views and, deeply, his people. Society is put low in his book, however he might attract the eyes. In the end, Tark is all for fun.

On the positive-negative spectrum, the guy is tilted positive. He is one of the cheerier people of Panem. Tark is not truly optimistic or pessimistic; he just has more of a happier deposition - most of the time. A subject can send him into a serious mode, but he tends to recover quickly. Tark's spontaneous bursts of mirth is probably supported by his admiration for fun.

Simply, Tark is not one to call many people 'friends'. The title is held only for those that he can feel most comfortable with and has devoted love towards, whether this admiration is for one's personality or morals. Most times, Tark calls others 'acquaintances' even if their bond has been established for a long time, thus it can be hamper on the mood when it is let out. If he does hurt someone's feeling by revealing the honest remark, the guy shrugs it off, thinking to himself it was better to be truthful than to avoid the situation altogether. It is not to be expected to be on good terms with him right away or earn his vow to friendship on the first day. His friendship is set at a high bar.

History::

Lovestruck fools. Teenagers in their prime. Of sacred passion and fulfilled fruition, Lazaro Ogenki and Estelle Devaclier were not much different from others of their age: raging hormones, curious about cherries, drinking, and the sort. With being no real such thing as religion in Panem, the petty notion of abstinence rested on purely morals. Naturally Estelle was more cautious than Lazaro; but, for their case, they were practically in love with each other since Day One of dating. Lazaro of a spiritually youthful group and Estelle originating from a family that partied with Disaster and sung with Chaos, the two went hand-in-hand while also keeping in mind their boundaries. They were just curious people, after all.

Comparing ages, Estelle had three years more on Lazaro, the high school equivalent of a senior dating a freshman - which was their situation. Estelle, secretly, wanted to grow up, immune to the captivating fun that bringing disorder used to enchant her with, actually desiring to settle. She had gotten over the phase; it was natural for some members of her family to not want the drama and loudness, but she would be a veteran. Thinking about Lazaro, however, let the brain juices flow: she wanted to be with him, always and forever. Knowing the man, though, she got to pondering on a way to make him settle.

Lazaro had many girlfriends in the past, a few he had taken out to the bar with a smirk carved on his face. He was no pig; he ravished fun, even cuddled with the quality. These same number of females would disappoint him later in some way, like how they would get defensive or be all jealous when he would talk to another girl. The young man would dump one and go for another smoothly, because living life as such was purely hysterical. Invoking adrenaline rushes as the clock ticks fast, Lazaro Ogenki loved that feeling. When he aimed for Estelle, however, he was not expecting to become so attached; and, in truth, he shamefully liked the emotional contradiction she fed him. Estelle Devaclier made him both calm yet energetic, embarrassed but bold, sick although healthy, weak and strong, and many others. He liked and hated her; he knew he loved her as much as his fetish with daggers.

Estelle and Lazaro got to eloping, the thrill quenching the boy's thirst for excitement while satisfying the girl's want to keep him close, chain him to herself. Discovering methods to land jobs generous to hand over enough cash to make stable their little-to-no foundation was one chain link. At times, the two runaways had absolute no food; and, a couple run-ins with debt due to spending on desirable items than necessities toughened their characters, a step towards somewhat maturity. It had not been a month since escaping their lives to a more deserted section of District 3 and all savings were depleting fast. They had to gradually learn to be savers - even if having to eat out of garbage or starve for days on end - in order to survive. Especially for three members.

Lazaro and Estelle wanted a child, and thus their son was conceived. Illegitimate and of young teenage parents - Estelle still 17 and Lazaro a measly 14 - the unborn offspring would have troubles, they both comprehended. Years were taken and sweated to pay off loans and making a living, and their child could possibly put them back into financial hell, they knew. Both Estelle and Lazaro would take full responsibility for money, upbringing, and everything. Just needed to work harder.

The son was born on October 23rd, supposed-year of the 86th Hunger Games. Tark's name originated from who-knows-where. Lazaro will say it was made-up and Estelle will reply thought it sounded nice; either way, it was random. When he was born - a babe with small feet - the father and mother shrugged at each other, agreeing that "Tark" sounded good enough for their first and only child. They said that at least it was not as stupid as naming a kid "Tesserae" or "Panem".

Tark had a normal kind of life; no real deficiency or diagnosed disorder to his name. To this day, however, his first word - if 'word' is 'undefined audible language' - "oi" is used as a personal tick. His parents were immature at times; but, otherwise, he could say he was blessed with such loving folks. They definitely worried about him more than themselves. Ever since being put on Panem, Tark had heard nothing argued over that was not himself. Having gained too much attention from his worried parents, the guy does not desire garnering more on his person.

Four years old, Tark's parents finally got officially married, the moment in life where he met his grandma from Lazaro's side, Seraphina, where she got her information of the celebration unknown. At the time, she was only 41, accentuating the youthful nature from Lazaro's family. Unlike other elderly folk - other than age - Seraphina was laid-back, cool, collected though willing to speak up about herself with complete honesty. They both had interest in each other, despite the young lady putting herself off as only treating Tark the same as she would for Lazaro in his youth. When they talked to each other during the wedding, she spilled the secret of how she knew: "Your Pop, he never knew his buddies were tattletales. I always knew where his scrawny ass was; but, I used to say to myself: 'If he's gonna run away from you, let him grow to be a man like his father before him.' So that's what I did, and that's how I know, Boy."

The original Tark was a crybaby, a being that let others step all over him, allowing teasing to ruin his day. He was socially-detached because a certain group of kids would pick on him for having such young parents, hearing the word from their own folks. The humiliation, pranks, and horseplay that was not digested well continued on for what seemed like an abysmal eternity, from since starting school to near the end of middle - about 13 or 14-years old. During the seasons, the years, the semesters, he had unconsciously developed the habit of insulting in defense, yet as fruitless as it seemed at times. Sometimes it worked; other times, in meeting new individuals, it worked out well - or "well" as in getting beaten up.

From years 14 to 18, Tark began to visit 'Grams' - Grandma Seraphina - often, and she beat him senseless with her dosage of honesty - within kindness. It was through her that he began to take a more positive outlook and try not to take joking so seriously, instead make teasing his own signature action. He grew to like being relaxed and having a good laugh at himself, though he still could not remove the habit. The blue-haired youth could at last just laugh and chuckle away and be at ease. The man does not see Gramms as often anymore, but he holds her in high respect.

Hopefully, life will go on in death should he be made sacrifice.

Code:: [Edited out by WT]

Other:: Tark has no particular taste he prefers - except no coleslaw. He likes to sing and play the flute when he is bored and having nothing to do - like be on the computer. The blue-haired man has a natural affinity for jumping and flying high. He has inherited his father's love for knives and daggers, to a smaller degree. Sometimes a blade is tossed up in the air, caught, then cast up again for fun.

Tark's speaking/thinking color is 0059DE.

I believe I am finished now. Herding three influences into one is hard on my part. ;/

[Wolf Tears]

<333 Accepted!