[color=ed1c24]Character name:[/color] Augustus Romus [color=ed1c24]Gender:[/color] Male [color=ed1c24]District number:[/color]3 [color=ed1c24]Age:[/color] 16 [color=ed1c24]Appearance: [/color]A taller career tribute and well fed with with short cropped back hair, styled into a low mohawk. Strong but slight build with a serris of cog tattoos Down one arm symbolising the districts technology base. Dark brown eyes and a large training scar on right arm from thr districts aggressive policey of training tributes dispite the official rules long flouted by those closer to the capital whom are able to better feed and dedicated facilities to the task. [color=ed1c24]Biography: [/color]born to a family in the tech district, the schools followed two routes only. As a tribute or as a technology specialist. Those chosen based on there strengh and determination to win where side lined off as potential tributes. The family allowing, those who have a child and won, could live in luxury for the rest of there lives, those who got out thr factories so they pushed Augustus into the training programs, for there own, as well as there sons future, labour for life in the tech halls, soft hunched till your eyes fail, or fight for a place as a tribute. Training, fighting, the young man soon became strong but not big in the tribute halls, ran by unforgiving Victor's and merciless trainers, they soon learned there was no easy way to Victor's village, to the luxuries of the capital. Being a teenager, desire to win also to get the girl, only a victor could, the daughter of a capital emplacemed mayor who runs the district. [color=ed1c24][i]"I volunteer as tribute, I want to win, I want Victor's village" [/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]Personality:[/color] determinesd, colder and willing to do whatever it takes to win and regimented by the training halls. At first forced to fight, the prospects of Victor's village. The capital life and the luxury, determined to win. Also has a love of marshmallows, a rare capital luxury and a sign that despite all training, still a tanager under the surface.