Reaver Clarent - District Seven
Dec 6, 2009 21:56:37 GMT -5
Post by Prenten on Dec 6, 2009 21:56:37 GMT -5
Basics -
Name: Reaver Clarent
Gender: Male
Age: 17
District: Seven
Appearance -
Face Claim: Deniz Akdeniz
Height: 6'2
General: Middle-Eastern descent - Dark, tanned skin - Dark brown eyes - Well-built, muscular - Long, thick, black hair, either tied tightly into a ponytail, behind one of several headbands or let loose - Typically seen wearing a basic black, white or light blue t-shirt, faded and torn blue jeans, combined with well-worn black or tan leather work boots - Seldom seen without a small rose-gold chain hung around his neck - Relatively unremarkable, but handsome face -
Flaws, Fortes, and Physical Funny Business: Reaver's back is heavily scarred after a whipping session at the hands of a particularly vicious Peacekeeper - His hands are calloused and rough, often with peeling skin; a testament to his days working in the forests - Reaver's eyes are an exceptionally dark shade of brown, to the point his pupils are often not visibly differentiated from his iris -
Height: 6'2
General: Middle-Eastern descent - Dark, tanned skin - Dark brown eyes - Well-built, muscular - Long, thick, black hair, either tied tightly into a ponytail, behind one of several headbands or let loose - Typically seen wearing a basic black, white or light blue t-shirt, faded and torn blue jeans, combined with well-worn black or tan leather work boots - Seldom seen without a small rose-gold chain hung around his neck - Relatively unremarkable, but handsome face -
Flaws, Fortes, and Physical Funny Business: Reaver's back is heavily scarred after a whipping session at the hands of a particularly vicious Peacekeeper - His hands are calloused and rough, often with peeling skin; a testament to his days working in the forests - Reaver's eyes are an exceptionally dark shade of brown, to the point his pupils are often not visibly differentiated from his iris -
Personality -
Reaver's not the sharpest tool in the shed - to say the least. But he makes do with the cards he's dealt in life. Well-known for being one of the District's most amicable souls, this happy-go-lucky fellow tries to find the silver lining in almost any situation. However, that does not mean he is unable to recognize when circumstances are unfair, or require a little... force. Reaver's protective nature, combined with a brash, occasionally headstrong attitude, has earned him the ire of many a peacekeeper, as he is often standing up for friends, family and himself when confronted by situations he feels are unacceptable. To put it succinctly, he is not afraid to use his exceptional strength to his advantage.
He is also quite talkative and opinionated - again, earning some unpleasantries from his District's security force - and will often strike up conversations with strangers or interjecting whether or not he is welcome. It's also not uncommon for him to be caught speaking to himself in hushed tones. Many residents of District Seven attribute this to Reaver's solitary living arrangements in a home near the forest's edge - a slight mental break, albeit a quirky one.
Despite his lack of "book-smarts", Reaver is exceptionally "street-smart". He is impeccably skilled at reading people using his memory of their previous actions, their possible motives, and the potential for danger. In light of this, Reaver is unusually trustworthy of people, always clamouring to make new friends in his home. This could surely be attributed to his solitary living situation.
Overall, Reaver is quite popular amongst his neighbours, constantly chatting, cracking jokes, or serving as a confidant. He's well-known. Would be a shame if something happened to him...
He is also quite talkative and opinionated - again, earning some unpleasantries from his District's security force - and will often strike up conversations with strangers or interjecting whether or not he is welcome. It's also not uncommon for him to be caught speaking to himself in hushed tones. Many residents of District Seven attribute this to Reaver's solitary living arrangements in a home near the forest's edge - a slight mental break, albeit a quirky one.
Despite his lack of "book-smarts", Reaver is exceptionally "street-smart". He is impeccably skilled at reading people using his memory of their previous actions, their possible motives, and the potential for danger. In light of this, Reaver is unusually trustworthy of people, always clamouring to make new friends in his home. This could surely be attributed to his solitary living situation.
Overall, Reaver is quite popular amongst his neighbours, constantly chatting, cracking jokes, or serving as a confidant. He's well-known. Would be a shame if something happened to him...
History -
Reaver's childhood was fairly normal albeit difficult, as is the case for most members of Panem. Born to Johnathan and Patricia Clarent, he was an only old child and was treated accordingly. He was loved immensely and spoiled by his parents (as much as a child can be 'spoiled' in the environment of the Districts), if only in an attempt to shelter him from the cruelty of the outside world. Reaver's friendly attitudes seemed to be natural from birth, and was often seen out and about near his home, playing with other children, chasing the District's cats, or harassing lumberjacks that made their way near his house. By the time he was around eight or nine, he'd managed to cultivate several friendships, be they with adults, other children and even a particularly friendly cat named Shivers, whom still frequents his shack today.
But by the time Reaver reached the age of Reaping, life began to enter a tailspin. Reaver's father, John, was severely injured after a another lumberjack felled a tree on top of him, breaking several bones including both his legs. A later investigation found that the District's foreman was responsible, having worked his crew well past sunset. The team was over-worked, extremely tired, and unable to see adequately, which led to the accident - of course, this was never openly revealed to the public. This forced Reaver's mother to leave her job as a tailor to take care of him, leaving the family without their already meagre income. In an attempt to support his family, the 15-year-old Reaver joined the lumberjack community, working as an assistant and eventually as a wood cutter himself. But that year, in a particularly harsh winter, his already unhealthy and dishevelled father was killed by a bout with pneumonia. Months later, Reaver's mother was caught pilfering food and medical supplies one at a time from the Mayor's home, where she now worked as a cleaning assistant. She was subsequently imprisoned for more than twenty years, leaving Reaver to care for himself and the family's home near the edge of the forest.
Reaver's hatred for Panem and the District's peacekeepers revolves around these incidents and his view that his family was unfairly treated after his father's accident. This led to an outstandingly violent confrontation with a peacekeeper overseeing Reaver's woodsman crew that day. After the a series of snide remarks during a lunch break by the peacekeeper towards Reaver and his team, one of the older men (according to official accounts, anyways), made a remark about the Keeper's "mother", and threw an apple core at the man. This resulted in a physical confrontation, in which the elderly citizen was far outmatched and bloodied by the able-bodied Keeper. Reaver, witnessing this, involved himself to defend the old man, named Fratus, and was himself struck several times. However, he was able to overpower the peacekeeper, disarm him of his baton and managed to beat the man unconscious in an uncontrollable bout of rage. Of course, this did not go unpunished, despite Reaver's protests that the peacekeeper assaulted Fratus for a smart comment that made the crew chuckle at his expense.
Officials considered executing Reaver, to make an example of him, but thought better of it. Reaver was well-known and well-liked amongst the population, as was Fratus. Executing him would most likely enflame an already restless population. So, he was whipped - Reaver lost count after twenty - resulting in the terrible scars along his back.
These days, Reaver spends much of his time working, desperately trying to keep himself above water and waiting for his mother's release. Reaver spends a significant amount of time in his home too, taking simple pride in its upkeep. The shack is considered to be one of the nicest in the District; if you can consider a shack "nice". But when he isn't working in the forest or repairing some aspect of the shack, he gravitates towards the District's restaurants and gathering spaces, often playing cards or board games with the District's residents.
Including Fratus. They play chess.
But by the time Reaver reached the age of Reaping, life began to enter a tailspin. Reaver's father, John, was severely injured after a another lumberjack felled a tree on top of him, breaking several bones including both his legs. A later investigation found that the District's foreman was responsible, having worked his crew well past sunset. The team was over-worked, extremely tired, and unable to see adequately, which led to the accident - of course, this was never openly revealed to the public. This forced Reaver's mother to leave her job as a tailor to take care of him, leaving the family without their already meagre income. In an attempt to support his family, the 15-year-old Reaver joined the lumberjack community, working as an assistant and eventually as a wood cutter himself. But that year, in a particularly harsh winter, his already unhealthy and dishevelled father was killed by a bout with pneumonia. Months later, Reaver's mother was caught pilfering food and medical supplies one at a time from the Mayor's home, where she now worked as a cleaning assistant. She was subsequently imprisoned for more than twenty years, leaving Reaver to care for himself and the family's home near the edge of the forest.
Reaver's hatred for Panem and the District's peacekeepers revolves around these incidents and his view that his family was unfairly treated after his father's accident. This led to an outstandingly violent confrontation with a peacekeeper overseeing Reaver's woodsman crew that day. After the a series of snide remarks during a lunch break by the peacekeeper towards Reaver and his team, one of the older men (according to official accounts, anyways), made a remark about the Keeper's "mother", and threw an apple core at the man. This resulted in a physical confrontation, in which the elderly citizen was far outmatched and bloodied by the able-bodied Keeper. Reaver, witnessing this, involved himself to defend the old man, named Fratus, and was himself struck several times. However, he was able to overpower the peacekeeper, disarm him of his baton and managed to beat the man unconscious in an uncontrollable bout of rage. Of course, this did not go unpunished, despite Reaver's protests that the peacekeeper assaulted Fratus for a smart comment that made the crew chuckle at his expense.
Officials considered executing Reaver, to make an example of him, but thought better of it. Reaver was well-known and well-liked amongst the population, as was Fratus. Executing him would most likely enflame an already restless population. So, he was whipped - Reaver lost count after twenty - resulting in the terrible scars along his back.
These days, Reaver spends much of his time working, desperately trying to keep himself above water and waiting for his mother's release. Reaver spends a significant amount of time in his home too, taking simple pride in its upkeep. The shack is considered to be one of the nicest in the District; if you can consider a shack "nice". But when he isn't working in the forest or repairing some aspect of the shack, he gravitates towards the District's restaurants and gathering spaces, often playing cards or board games with the District's residents.
Including Fratus. They play chess.
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