Maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

My name is Thadeus Rain, but you can call me Thade. I was born 17 years ago to..well..I don't actually know who. My very early childhood is a great mystery to many of those in District 1 including myself. No one knows who my parents are or where they are. I am certainly not related to anyone in the District its self, Doctors checked that. That bought up some rumours about if my parents were dead or were wander's or even if I was a Capitol experiment. Of course, that'd be stupid.

More is known about my more recent past. From the age of 3 years, I grew up in an Orphanage for Boys with, er, mental instability. It wasn't the best place to grow up in. Most of the boys there had killed someone, like their parents or something, or had mental diseases that made them run round naked screaming about demons. It was a scary place to be, I felt alone for many days. At that time my other side had not fully flowered so I was a bit of a wuss. I'd hide under my bed when the shouting started. There was this one boy though, Evan - blonde, blue eyed round faced. And he was just like me. We consolled each other each time either of us turned into our other side. He knew how to calm me down- and I knew how to calm him.

We were the best friends, until I was rescued from that horrid place by a woman named Bella. A tall ginger haired woman with fair skin- with this amazing smile. She'd picked me out of 10 other candidates. No hesitations. Even when she found out about my illness, she still stayed strong in her decision. I was 9 at the time, so I knew full well that the woman who took me away was not my mother but she was good as. Once I had been intergrated into the higher life of District 1, I became more of a person than a freak. I was a respected Career in training. Training to be a career is what I love. I can channel my bad side into fighting which gives me an upper hand. I love the games- it'd be a great honour to be in the arena and fight for my District.

Just after my 17th Birthday, my childhood friend came to visit me. He had visited me before, but this time was different. He wanted to tell me something- he wanted to tell me that he was gay. He told me he thought he loved me. But I idn't love him back. I was angry at Evan for thinking such a thing, he tried to persuade me to love him back. But that just pushed me over the end. I hit at him, again and again and again and again...I was getting high of his screams of agony The next thing I knew, was that he was dead. And his blood was on my hands. I never forgave myself.

I am a brave person, I will do whatever it takes to protect my family and friends. Even if I have to risk my life I will go to the extreame to make sure eveyone I know is safe. Being brave also means I will do anything if asked- even if its dangerous. When I was living in the orphanage, I would often scale the wall of the building to get to my friends window. Other times, I would jump from my window to the neighbouring tree- clamber along it's branches before slipping into the kitchen window to retrive food. All of which came with severe punishments if caught. Yet being naive made me see trough the punisments.

I am also a very ambitious person. When people ask me where do I see myself in 10 years time, I tell them that I see myself in the Victors Village having won one of the games. I pray every reaping that I will get picked, but so far my efforts have been futile, I have yet to be entered into the games like I want to. Along side this ambition comes some vanity. Often I will over exagerate how good I am and that I am brilliant at absolutly everything. Vanity is my downfall with many people I meet. People don't seem to like Vanity very much, so don't seem to like me as much as I'd like them too.

Though, overall I may seem a very nice person- I have another side to me. Quite litrally. I have MPD, AKA Multiple Personality Disorder. My normal side, is calm and collected but easily provoked. If I am provoked via violence or anger- my other side will come out. My other side is less, nicer than my normal. Most people who have experienced his wrath, my other side is a complete polar oppisote to me. It is quite violent and will attack those who have provoked him even if it someone I love. I have no control over it, which means when I come out of that state I am often devestated by the damage I have caused. Because of this, I am uncomfortable talking about my feelins and my MPD..

I have a square shaped face with dark tuffty brown hair sprouting from the top of my head. I keep it well groomed, so it doesn't obscure my turqoise green eyes which stand out against my pastey complection. My lips are a shade darker than my peachy skin- and are quite full yet slender. Though I live in District 1, my teeth aren't perfect like most. They are bent this way, some are pointed- but this is mainly on my bottom set. Most of the time, I have thin layer of stuble growing on my face and neck but I keep it well trimmed so it doesn't turn into a full fledged beard.

Due to my Career training, I have a quite lean composture. I keep my back straight and shoulders broad so I make a good impression when I walk into a room. My hands are quite large, the size of a small tea cup saucer. I have somewhat short thick fingers and well kept nails. I stand at around 5 foot 8, making me quite short for my age. I often wear plain shirts, with a pair of jeans and my pair cuban heels- along with a jacket and woolen sweater in winter months. I try to keep up with the fashion but I don't see much point in doing so since I find some fashionable clothes uncomfortable.

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Still need to flesh out the paragraphs just a bit more, but you're this close to acceptance! <3
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Thanks for the advice Kara! I edited it . It's much more realistic now.