Dallon Winford - District Six [WIP]

Light blonde hair, chopped and messy, usually hidden under an old cap with bangs that cover a wide forehead. Short and bony with long fingers and filthy nails. Mischievous brown eyes and a sharp chin, wide smile that houses surprisingly clean teeth. Skin is pale but always covered in a layer of grime from constantly being out and about in the slums. Rough spun linen shirt reminiscent of the 1940s, with equally coarse pants and scuffed boots with holes in the soles. He's sewn shiny objects into his shirts and precious cotton coat so you can always see him in the sun.

Unable to read or write, learned all he could from listening - and got extremely good at it. Laid back and difficult to anger. Outgoing. Never scared considering the copious gangs in the District value him as a prime source of information. Loves fairytales and storybooks. Speaks in riddles for as long as anybody can remember, often a chore to get coherent sentences that you don't have to puzzle out and decipher. A magpie; hoards shiny things above all else, but partial to old antiques.



Thirteen. Born to a pair of sheep breeders but the house burned down when he was six years old. Both parents perished in the blaze and he was left without family. Forced to live on the streets, didn't go to school. Only thing he remembers about his parents are the books his momma read him at night, and the shiny dangle of her necklace from where he got the obsession with pretty things; he now wears it. Ever since the trauma he spoke in complicated riddles that contradicted with his lack of education. Living out in the streets has made him privy to the goings of the District. Highly valued and under protection.



FC: Thomas Sangster
Word Count: 300
Codeword: Odair