Embrace him, please. He'll only tighten the hold.

★Character Name: Ashre Relicks

★Gender: Male

★Age: 34; he will turn 35 during Games.

★District: Eight

★Physical Appearance: Once endowed with brilliant, amethyst eyes, age turned Ashre's irises into a steel ore, broken beyond repair. Yet bright. Lustrous. Ashre grew to be very tall, broad shoulders anchoring out and leading a trail of thick veins to his hands. His fingers are long, nailbeds calloused and bloody, but warm. Ashre has rounded hips and large calves; hairs lighter than his bedhead roughen up his shins. A gruff beard frames asymmetrical lips, falling below a gallant nose. His skin is heavily blemished, left uncared for during his teenage years, his recovery. 

★Personality: Ashre longs for touch. He's corrupted by constant shivers and chills, leaving reality cold and bitter. He has a sweet way with words, yet loneliness haunts his tone. The man loves cupcakes, neckties, and animals; he also tends to gravitate towards a crowd, loving when he's able to sit and really listen to a friend or family member speak or tell a story. He often comes out of a daze to see the season has passed, time an ethereal wisp; Ashre is fairly self-sufficient, but weak, and reacts strongly to minor inconveniences. He feigns sleep and smiles and laughter, all so his family will see him as amended. But he's broken; he's a man, detached. 

★Past: Ashre banters between living in the past and forgetting it entirely. Somedays, he doesn't think about murder at all; on others, it's with him every second. His best friend and ally, Keon, aided him in winning the Games when Ashre was thirteen. Ashre's nephew was named after Keon for his strength and absentminded care; the two had become far better brothers than Ashre and his own brother could ever be. However, the nephew fell ill at age five, leaving yet another scar upon the name. Both of his parents died while he was young, and his sister seems to be the only voice of reason in his life. 

★Strengths: Ashre has maintained a sharp curiosity, and often seeks non-traditional ways out of difficult situations. He's patient, never seeing the full scope of consumed time, and doesn't have a hard time killing. He's also rather talented when it comes to lighting fires, singing, tying knots, petting dogs, and eating dessert. 

★Weaknesses: It's hard for Ashre to connect with people at first, distancing himself from potential allies and new friends. He's haunted by childhood horrors, and can rarely stay asleep at night. Unfortunately, he's unskilled with weapons and hunting; he's desperate to learn how to stay alive in any arena.