Nero Shock

this is a tribute of User:Misytmolla please do not use

basic info
Nero Shock

district- 3

age- 15

weapon- electricity and knives and blowgun

personality- He is very wierd, he is excitiable and always running aroung like an idiot. He is usually talking to himself, he may seen out of the real world but he could not be more in it. He knows what he is doing, he wants people to think he is a maniac, that he is not threat. He is actually very smart and knows how to decieve people, he uses his 'mental' apperance to trick everyone. He is not afraid of killing, but, he will avoid it. He makes people feel sorry for him bacause he seems so deluded. He is usually kind towards people but if someone angers him he will go insane, he can't control his emotions even if he is acting sane, he will make everything bigger than it is, if someone makes him a little upset it will be ike he has been stabbed, he is very emotional and sensetive. He is usually a loveable and happy person but his emotions could make him turn on his allies.

skills- He is very smart and knows how to hide his true self, he is not afraid to kill and will without regret.

weaknesses- he has no control over his emotions and he is not very pysical and he is small for his age.

fears- all his friends dying

token- none

apperance
he has ginger hair and ashen skin. He is small at 5,3 and is always smiling.

backstory
I was born in district 3, it was a normal family, my mom and dad were inventors, not succsesful inventors, just inventors. I had a sister Rena, she was 15 when i was 5 and she was forced to work in the factories, there were always many 'accidents' AKA when someone does somthing wrong they get punished. In district 3 everyone is usually smart, Rena was stupid and she caused a factory to burn down. I was scared, Rena was not punished, yet. Along with the factory burning down it took my parents with it, it was all Renas fault, my mom and dad were dead, i felt as i was being ripped open, i was being pulled into the pit of hell. I grabbed Rena and threw her against the wall, i clawed at her face until she was coverd in scars. This was all her fault, she locked me in my room while i tried to tear down the wall, i would never forgive her, never. The next day the peacekeepers came, my sister was hanged, then i bacame sad and i did not talk for 2 weeks, not because there was no one left to talk to, i was in shock. I knew i needed food to survive, now my parents or sister were'nt here to supply me i had to supply myself with the basics of survival. It was alot harder than i expected.

Getting food was not just asking, it was paying or trading. Everything i had was destroyed by peacekeepers when they came for my sister. I had to steal, i acted insane, a helpless orphan and i was given scraps, it was so funny, they were such fools, the people fell for everything. But, i could not get everything i wanted and stealing was also helpful. I would say there was somthing behind them and take everything, it was better to take as much as i could so i would only have to be there once. I was an idiot, i was not a natural robber and i was caught, i played the insane card again. This time, being insane did not help, it got me taken away, to an asylum.

At the Asylum i hated it, i was not insane but look where playing insane got me. I had to act sane for a month and i got released, i was angry again and i needed to hurt that man, the one who put me in hell. I needed to find him, it was easy, he was where he was always, his stall. When i killed him, which i was afraid to but i had to, i felt as if i was punishing myself if he was still alive. When he was dead i will take all his food, it was a win for me and a fail for him. I came behind him and injected him with a lethal injection, i made it myslf, it was easy. He died and i stole all his food, i hid his body under the floorboards. I had got my way and i felt amazing. Even though i snached someones life. It needed to be done.

I kbew the hunger games were coming up and i knew there was a chance i could get reaped, i was always scared of the games, i knew i could die so i always trained with kitchen knives, i was good, nothing comapred to carrers and i knew i would stand no chance, if they called my name i was dead. I was living on the street, i knew it was hard and to most people i was some animal, i hated being seen as a rat who lived on the street so i stole back my home, some people had taken it, i forced them out and i had to kill one who refused to leave, i was very andry and sad. The house held too many memories, photos, smells and the warmth that i once lived in was gone, it was killikng me and i knew i was not going to be able to cope, it was just too horrible for me, my family, all of them were dead, i was the only one left, why was it me.

I met a girl, Milli, her sister had died in the games, she was alone, her parents had left her and she was just like me. I took her under my wing, i had never helped anyone before, but, she knew how i felt, it was amazing to see someone like me, who had sufferd the same as me. She liked me and i loved her. Then my true rage came back again, she was taken away, she was caught stealing and she was whipped due to her crime and she did not live through it. Her least words were avenge me, i killed the peacekeeper who killed her, i threw a dart full of leathel injection at him, he died and she was avenged, but, she was still dead, i had killed for no reason, i killed a man. I knew, now, she ment i should carry her memory with me, not kill, but i had, i was a monster. What had i done? I had become a monster.