Kwabena Jordan Cane {District 11}

Kwabena Jordan Cane {District 11} Aug 4, 2011 1:21:58 GMT -5

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Post by Tribute!{Meranda<3}Quell Botch on Aug 4, 2011 1:21:58 GMT -5

I WANNA HAVE PRIDE LIKE,
MY MOTHER DOES,
AND NOT LIKE THE KIND,

HEY I'M MERANDA , AND I'M 15 YEARS OLD. I'VE BEEN DIGGING THIS SCENE FOR FOUR YEARS. I LIVE IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE, JUST FYI. I FOUND THIS SITE BY GOOGLE ^.^ AND I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU ODAIR !

IN THE BIBLE THAT TURNS YOU BAD.
AND I WANNA HAVE FRIENDS,

[/color] kwabena jordan cane.
DISTRICT ! district eleven.
AGE ! fourteen.
BIRTHDAY ! january 4th,
ORIENTATION ! heterosexual.
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THAT CAN TRUST.
THAT LOVE ME FOR,

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Kwabena's hair could be described as a multitude of different things. Whether rat's nest, bird's nest, or a simple "afro" would be considered appropriate is one's own choice. Greasy and bushy from both sweat and improper care, his messy frizz of a head could only be wrestled down into corn rose once a year. Of course this choice of hairstyle didn't last very long with rebellious hair such as Kwabena's, so the majority of the year to be able to find him, just look for the "fro". Under the layers of hair are tiny, rounded ears keen to everything in the fields. Tuned into every living creature out in the District Eleven fields, these ears can hear from the slight buzzing of a hive or the chirping of a nest. His two instruments of sensory are attached to quite a small designed head. Oval in shape, Kwabena's face features a large forehead with a small everything else. The eyes are almond in shape and color with a quality that can't be beaten by any telescope. Framing his exquisite eyes are cleanly drawn "U" shaped eyebrows which are symmetrical in size and shape. His nose is petite, hovering over abnormally wide male lips. Reaching the tip of his chin is a small indent, giving him a small, but noticeable clef chin.

Hands. Each and everyone has a specific imprint when pressed against an object or person. Kwabena's hand create tiny imprints, perfectly round at the palm with tiny sticks jutting off evenly from the center. His arms are bony and thin, long in reach. This makes it perfect to pluck the ripest of fruits from the most dangerous of branches. For such a young man his shoulders are broad with a stretched canvas of brown accentuating the curves and dips of his bones. The majority of his body is legs, giving him a small torso. Every bit of his body is thin from the intense physical workouts of climbing and heavy humidity in District Eleven forcing buckets of sweat from Kwabena's body. Physically he is able. Muscle peak through the layer of skin, but don't bulge. He's light weight as a feather and quicker than a hummingbird. Last to observe is Kwabena's tiny feet. Very much alike to his hands they are small in structure almost like a baby's. Each pad is calloused accordingly due to the countless amounts of bark on the countless number of trees he's climbed. Shoes are hard to come by in his family with the rate his brother goes through them and has become the last thing on the list of necessities. Therefore Kwabena goes barefoot with simple loose brown clothing.

PERSONALITY !

There are things that contain a type of purity that can't exactly be described. One can draw examples from their surroundings, such as the twinkle of a lightening bug at the midnight hour. Or the soft trickling of a creek hidden behind layers of green. Kwabena is a child, illuminating this very essence of purity. His speech is soft as a cool wind in the spring air, emitting on such an innocent wavelength one cannot condemn any of his actions. Those include silly questions that seem to be common knowledge. Kwabena isn't very intelligent. His brother cares more about women and the harvest rather than reading and writing. Since he falls so in sync with his brother, Kwabena never cared to concentrate hard on his studies. Nature was about the only thing he was completely knowledgeable about. This nurtured his extremely heightened and tender senses. This is why his speech is so soft and fragile. When hearing loud boisterous words Kwabena's head throbs with sharp pains, concluding that he's a fragile thing. There is no doubt he's physically fit, his senses can just be too overpowering though leaving him with immense headaches.

Precisely why he's cautious about everything, although his bouts of curiosity threaten to damage this caution. Kwabena's attention span is steady and long. His mind doesn't get bored and shift topics to often. When he is thinking of something the traces of these thoughts don't recede until his head hits a pillow and everything shuts down into a impenetrable slumber. He's an early riser, due his sensitive eyes. When the smallest ray of sunlight bounce harmlessly off his lids Kwabena is immediately awake starting to create a decent meal for his family. As he ventures out into the early morning light Kwabena ravishes the quiet chirping of birds and lack of human voices. Everything is too harsh for him and he prefers calm spaces like District Eleven in the early morning. Eventually he'll wander off to school only because of his parent's wishes to heighten his intelligence. There he'll sit quietly, not to comfortable with groups of people.

Besides his brother's friends. Kwabena sticks with people he knows well. There's a level of trust he has with his friends, unbreakable by any force. When meeting new people he feels smaller than usual, intimidated by just their presence. This is why the he has big brother Marshelder to tow him around. His brother opened him up to his group of friends and Kwabena meshed easily with all of their personalities, immediately feeling accepted. If pushed away from these familiar faces Kwabena would probably shut down, unable to make any type of human contact.

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THE MAN I'VE BECOME,
NOT THE MAN THAT I WAS.

[/color] mrs. perzik cane, 38
FATHER ! mr. aprikose cane, 39
SIBLINGS ! marshelder cane, 16

HISTORY !

Marshelder Cane. Brother's is to much of a vague word to describe the relationship both of them share. It's more than just a brotherhood. Even as a tiny infant Marshelder had always been there. He was an inspiration and guide through Kwabena's life. Each day they would talk, Marshelder more than himself, but the endless subjects they would talk about. They'd talk mostly of simple things and thoughts for his brother never liked to get into nitty gritty topics. This was perfectly fine with Kwabena. Everything his big brother said was gold. Not only a role model, more of a god, was the view he had for his brother. Their family was strong and sturdy, a coursing love throughout the household. There was to abuse to speak of or deaths. Everything to be told about the Cane's was loving and dear. With an open mindset the Cane parents had Kwabena out in the fields before he could even walk. Sight, ears, and hands adjusting to the nature surrounding him. Some may think it tragic that at such a young age he lifted high into the trees picking various fruits such as apricots and oranges. Truth was he loved everything about it. He loved how each tree breathed and lived connected to every aspect of itself. It reminded him faintly of his own family. How if one member was to disappear they would adapt, learning to grow differently, while still yielding the same amount of delicious fruits.

There aren't many points in time Kwabena finds good memories without his family or pack. Countless times growing up his family would take small outings just to listen to the nature and become one with it. His parents believed it was extremely important understanding and becoming a part of nature. There was no way the fruit trees would grow properly without knowledge on things that many would over look. The consistency of the way branches would move or the song it sang through the rustling of leaves. Throughout these outings and work days Kwabena and his brother became a team. He understood exactly what fruits to pick and where. The small build he received was a blessing for every ripe fruit could be picked and shipped off to the capitol. Although a few times Kwabena would sneak an apricot or two located at the top most branch.

In picking fruit the Cane's were well known. The mayor would sometimes (though this would be rare) send them extra food during a particularly tough harvest. Many of the other families envied this type of treatment. But in District Eleven it was about the survival of the fittest. The Cane's did a pretty good job at staying fit while surviving. Kwabena owed a lot to his parents. His birth was a bit rough, his mother barely making it alive. Not once has he taken advantage of the gift of life his mother received. This had given him all the more reason to become so emotionally attached to his parents.

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I WANT TO FIT INTO THE PERFECT SPACE,
FEEL NATURAL AND SAFE IN A VOLATILE PLACE.
oh hai! this appy was made by RAH RAH RILEY ?! of
CAUTION. she used the avett brothers lyrics from the song
the perfect space. don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33