There isn't much to say about Licortwist Hothead. He was no one. He had a normal amount of friends, acquaintances, coworkers, whatever. He had the normal amount of visible genetic modifications (red highlights- made to contrast with the water, in the case that he falls in, because they didn't know his hair would be black when his parents ordered it, and the doctors didn't question it when they found out; pale skin that wouldn't burn all that bad in the sun). He worked at the docks, like most teens, for the majority of his time out of school. No one much talked about him, and the voices in his head had no one to lash out at. They had no reason to talk, so they left him alone, so he had no reason to talk, so people left them alone. Him and them, the voice.

He did. He existed. He was content.

He had gotten in a fight on the docks. It was the first real conflict he'd ever been in, but it was enough. The voice in his head, something of an anti-conscience, it felt like, was roused.

He felt like he'd awoken with it, from the deep, sleepy haze that had been his life thus far, for the last fourteen years.

"...Licortwist."

He wasn't listening, not really. He hummed in acknowledgement, but it was more out of habit.

"Do you understand that what you did was wrong?"

"Yes, mom," He understood a lot more now.

"?And do you know what you have to do?"

"Yes, mom," More, definitely. That probably wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Tell me," SHIT.

"I have to…" Okay, no, he'd been doing this perfectly fine before, right? And it wasn't ever not an act, he just didn't fully comprehend it all at the time. "...apologize, and take his shifts for the next…?"

"...Two days."

"Yes, mom. I'll do it right now."

At fourteen, a year after this incident, he knew a lot more. The voice was never "the voice",

rather, his voice, everything he had kept pent up in his head. He had found some small facets to release the tension, weaker workers, the easily manipulated, a darker part of the district. He'd gotten a lot smarter about what he want to do (killstabhurtbreakdestroy) and what he needed to do, and he had crafted a good facade for himself, and had friends in low places for whatever he needed, but-

"I volunteer as tribute!"

It wasn't enough. Life was too mundane. He needed a bigger facet, more control, a future that he would willingly walk into. There was only one way.

It's! Finally! Summer!

i mean, for Ren. Where she is, she just got off around the end of last week. We're in action again. Sorry for the long wait, especially for the owner of this character, if they were ever watching. Speaking of-

Licortwist Hothead belongs to TheDisneyFan365, who filled a p important spot in terms of character types and the male gender in general. Guy seems nice.

-Jemi