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We're all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.

— UPDATED May 11

 

 

 

 

 

YongGuk's strengths vary from his physical endurance and muscle mass to his witty attacks and acquired skills. He is an extremely dangerous opponent and would not hesitate to assassinate if necessary. In fact a person's life could end at the whim of a simple mood change or even the turn of events; either or YongGuk enjoys inflicting pain onto others, when an opportunity arises, he does not dismiss it. His brutish disfigure allows his outward appearance to look as threatening as he actually is and in some cases can be useful. Durability to weather changes and extreme temper drops are also among YongGuk’s many abilities, as well as his capability to survive long periods of time without nourishment. Though when the time comes to search for food, YongGuk has the knowledge of which plants are poisonous and which are edible, due to the fact he’s from district eleven and when young, was instilled with these instincts.

Yongguk's field of fighting techniques is also quite wide, ranging from boxing, wrestling, Taekwondo, to the wielding of many variations of weapons. Thanks to years of experience, Yongguk is able to conform to any fighting style an opponent may be using againt him. For instance; if a tribute is skilled in throwing kicks towards the upper half of the body and uses this attack often, Yongguk will acquire that same skill as well within one encounter of that person.

 

If havng to choose a weapon, Yongguk would most likely grab for clubs or bats; anything that will amplify his muscular strength.

 

There are many flaws when it comes to Bang Yongguk, one of which being his relentless struggle with anger.  After game two, Yongguk was diagnosed with IED. or Intermittent explosive disorder; a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable rage. Since it is an impulse control disorder, there are many times that he is blinded by false accusationss and or amplified ones, that will cause him to act out and or try to kill others in a viscous fiery. Another  undiscovered mental disease that became apparent while Yongguk was in the training center, was his partial bigorexia; a disorder that makes it's contender believe that he or she is not muscular enough and in turn, is obsessed with making themselves stronger or more physically inclined. 

Unfortunately, these are not the only down falls in Yongguk's personality. He also tends to be too blunt and often gets himself into unnecessary debacles, due to his stubborn persona and hostile attitude. Also, his abilities lack very much so in distance comba. Yongguk has in turn gained the impairment of not being able to hear in one ear after it had been nearly chewed off by a mutt in his first games. In the past, it was actually his good ear, but the faulty capital's replacement has grown a fare amount weaker over time. Lastly, ever since he was a child, Yongguk has been neglected and was never given the type of nurturing love a mother might bestow upon her offspring. This left him deprived of physical contact, so that even to this day, he has some difficulties with skinship.

 

Yongguk is a narcissistic pessimist, who enjoys causing harm unto others. His homicidal tendencies derive from his anger, which can be triggered quite easily.

(to be continued...)

 

Many of the tribute's scars have been replaced with new skin, thanks to the Capital's supperficial image of a fighter, but those that still remain on Yongguk's body are the two on his abdomen from games two and four, as well as another nearest his ribcage, due to the amount of surgery done on that one area over time.

 

 

History plays a cruel role in who I am today. No child should have to endure what I had endured in the essence of my life. Growing up, my parents had abandoned my siblings and I. This was soon after I was born, so my older twin brother took it upon himself to blame me for their disappearance. I can scarcely remember the first time he beat me, but I did cry. That was the last time I ever cried till of course now. From then on my life was just an endless amount of unfortunate events. I was labeled as a reject in my village; too dangerous to encounter due to my rigid appearance and nasty attitude. In turn I was isolated for much of my life, solitude being my only friend. When I was in company of others, it was with my abusive older brother, Yongnam. He often had alcoholic fits and in those times found it entertaining to beat me senslessly, till I either blacked out or found a way to escape. It was only until I turned nineteen that I mustered enough courage to fight back, defeating my brother my first try. He, poisoned with rage, continued to find ways of beating on me whether it be drunk or not. That act opted me to begin teaching myself defense skills to fend him off.

 

I remember the day I almost killed my brother; my red stained knuckles so clearly visible in my mind, even now. My intentions were never to actually murder him, but my mind had grown incumbent to blacking out when pushed to certain extremes, so initially I had no mral implications in what I did or not. That day I blacked out almost immediately. I only came to when my hands were doused in blood; my brother’s blood. I was terrified, yet not? It in some means it satisfied me, defeating my brother, though there was a lingering fear of my own capabilities. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but I was smiling as I stared down at my hands. When I acknowledge the void around myself, I saw the whites of people’s eyes and their mouths gaping open in astonishment. A crowd had formed at that point; all in such a shock that their expressions were what came to scare me the most. From that day on I was feared by all and any, my new identity being..a monster. I don't think I've mentioned her before, but I also had an older sister. She kept a distance from me, probably for the same reasons my brother beat me, but I think after I almost murdered Yongnam, was when she truly began to loath me. In fact I believe I began to hate myself as well.

 

 

The day of the reaping, was a day much like all the days that had passed before it. The exception was the sky seemed particularly grey that afternoon; the sun's glimmering hue nowhere to be found. When my name was called out; "Bang Yong Guk, please step forth!", I was surprisingly calm. You know when you look behind you, if only to get a glimpse of your loved one's expression, the sadness in their eyes? I didn't turn around. I peeled out from the row  of boys from my district and stepped up to the stage. District 11 is among the poorest of districts, so looking amongst the kid's I saw, grungy faces, tattered clothing, and worn features, all of which providing no comfort in the situation what’s so ever. I also saw my brother's menacing glare; his lips pined up at  both ends with a delightful smile in between. I never forgot that smile.

 

When it came time for visitors to bid me far well, no one was there. It didn’t come as a surprise, but still…no one?