Sirrah Birnam - District 11 [DONE]

SIRRAH BIRNAM



And I turn to find time has passed me by. Was it not mere moments ago you were but an infant in mine arms? Yet, hither we are, seventeen years after your birth. My son, you've grown to be a warrior.

It had been seventeen years since his birth, and four years since his father had left. For all of this time, he had stayed strong, he had grown into a man of District eleven.

Here in this crowd I'm feeling all alone
Turn me around and point me back to home
I'm getting lost more everyday
And I can't tear myself away
From the stars in my eyes with no light
Here are my terms, have some faith in me
And I'll let you be who you need to be

A FREE BIRD LEAPS ON THE BACK

Boy, thou art a child of worth, thy skill is potent and of much need. With mine eyes I look upon you and anon I know thou art a king. To look upon thou is to have hope grow in thy breast. It is time for you to rise to the crown.

Fair brown hair, ruffled as though a breeze had flitted through it, sits atop his head. His bangs don't extend over his forehead, instead being swept to the side in a slight wave. Below it, his two eyebrows sit, thin and somewhat lighter than his hair. Under them sit sparking green eyes... Thine eyes, as gems, of pale emerald, in which a spark of amber fire does reside, glow as an ember would. Thy determination is cast forth, eagerly shining to those who wish it seen. His nose is the right size for his face, though on someone else it would look too large. His mouth, like his nose, only fits him and no one else. His top lip is slightly thin, though his bottom lip makes up for it by being a little fuller. His face is pointed and ends in a square chin.

His neck, not overly long or short, continues smoothly into average-width shoulders. From them extends long, elegant arms with large-palmed hands. His fingers are relatively short compared to the size of his palms, but average length when held up to another person's. He lacks real muscle, but does have enough to give him the strength to climbs trees with ease as well as carry large baskets of fruits, vegetables or even the few herb that the District grows. His torso, like his arms, is somewhat muscular, though slightly more toned by the small meals and high amount of exercise he gets on a daily basis.

His legs, long and muscled to the same extent as the rest of him, bring him to the height of exactly six feet. Over them, he wears jeans, generally medium wash though it's hard to tell now that they've been washed a thousand times. His faded gray t-shirt is in the same condition as his pants, well worn but not completely broken down. The over-shirt that he wears, usually completely unbuttoned, is the only piece of clothing that isn't completely faded and dull. He has a few different shirts, both over-shirts and t-shirt, and a few different pairs of jeans, but all of them are in the same condition. His shoes are gray skater-shoes with white soles.

Life on the moon couldn't be any stranger
Life on the moon wouldn't feel this far away?
The life that I knew is trough
And I'm gonna need you more than ever
I'm alone in this crowded room
Its like life on the moon

OF THE WIND AND FLOATS DOWNSTREAM

Residing in troubled winds rides the whiff of rebel, but from whence did it travel? Twas commenced from you, my tongue tells no lie. Heed my words, prince of courage.

Unready to be a leader, but a leader none the less, he is the spark that lights the flame. Being shy from only living around his mother for most of his life, he rarely speaks to anyone. Though, he only tells the truth when he does. However, it is not always the whole truth, leaving gaps that cause him to appear innocent. At times he is even able to convince himself that he had done no wrong, even as in the back of him mind he knows otherwise.

He is kind, caring deeply for plant and animal life though he is much better with plants, able to quickly identify them and see if they are in need of care, but animals enjoy his company. Sometimes he will take in an injured stray and care for it, then allowing it to leave if it wishes. There is at least three of the said strays that continue to hang around the dismal place he and his mother live in, but he never complains, they are his only true friends.

It's hard for him to interact with people because he is shy and tries to avoid them as much as possible. He is highly capable of a good conversation, though, if only someone managed to start one with him. Hidden away, behind a self-imposed wall, is a bravery and strong leadership that's fighting to get out. At times he will let it slip out a bit, and ending up helping somebody in some way, or comforting someone after an incident.

Flown off the ground my head's up in the air
Self counscious to a fault with all the pople everywhere
Is getting harder everynight to take the punches left and right
Just to know that you're here by my side
Here are my terms have some faith in me
And I'll let you be who you need to be

TILL THE CURRENT ENDS AND DIPS HIS WING

Deep within himself resides a fierce desire for freedom, a will to tear down the cage that has been built around him and his District by the Capitol. His belief in this dream is so far rooted into his subconscious that it affects him physically. Through his looks, actions and even the way he deals with plants, he conveys the striking passion of his longing for equality. It wasn't fair that the Capitol had so much and demanded so much more, while the Districts under their thumb slaved to give them what they asked for. It wasn't fair that, while the Capitol rolled in wealth, the citizens of the Districts, particularly the lowers Districts, scraped to have enough food to eat.

He knows all about having to work hard for a little food, being the only man of the house now that his father left. Thankfully, he only has to worry about his mother and himself. Another mouth than the two empty ones already there would be impossible to feed. He doesn't even have any friends to turn to, not that he would ask anyone for help anyway. He is shy, but has enough pride to convince himself he doesn't need help. If only he was able to work a little harder for a little longer, he would get enough money.

Having to take over as the man of the house after his father left, he has become more mature than other boys his age. As well, he has also learned some tricks to save money, like storing half of the money he made in a metal box while keeping the other half to buy food and necessities.

Life on the moon couldn't be any stranger
Life on the moon wouldn't feel this far away
The life that I knew is through
And im gonna need you more than ever
Im alone in this crowded room
Its like life on the moon

IN THE ORANGE SUNS RAYS

It is my sorrow to thee, my son, as I have not been about thou as a father should have been. I only wish it that thy heart can accept me back, and thy forgiveness can be mine.

From a young age, Sirrah didn't know his father. The man was never around for more than a few days at a time, so his mother raised him. With only the faintest of memories of his father, he could only go by what his mother told him. According to her, his father was training to be a Peacekeeper and was doing pretty well. Before that, he had been into the local justice and was always trying to help the Peacekeepers, much to the annoyance of the other District citizens. Sirrah grew up with the wonder of an unknown father, and the pride of being a Peacekeeper's son. He wanted to be brave like his dad, strong like his dad. His mother never told him anything but good of his sire and so he believed the man to be great.

At the age of six he was seen trying to regulate the sharing of toys between every kid, splitting the amount so everyone had some. He was marveled at by his supervisors, but encouraged. They enjoyed watching someone take their words to heart. But the truth was, it was just who he is. Fair, just, loyal. He wanted to be the man he thought his father was, and so that's what he became. Bit by bit, he came closer to that.

When he was nine, he had desperately wanted to do as his father had supposedly done and help the Peacekeepers. He saw a group of kids picking on a younger boy and rushed over to help. Shielding the younger boy, he drove off the bullies but not without receiving a punch to the face. Coming home with a black eye had set his mother to fussing over him, but he didn't care. He had helped someone, and that was what had mattered. Even though he had been hurt, he hadn't done anything to attack the group of boys.

Getting lost in my own atmosphere
Stars in the sky are the stars in my eyes
Is the cost of getting out of here alive

AND DARES TO CLAIM THE SKY.

He obtained the nickname of "Knight" because his name sounded so much like "Sir Rah". Everyone knew him as the one who always helped everyone, no matter the circumstance. Any kid who was being bullied would seek him out, and any bully that saw him coming would run. But he never used violence, no matter what happened. It was what scared the bullies so much, his calm patience and quick thoughts enabled him to work out a situation within moments and back anyone into the corner. His quick mind also made it so he could lie as easily as he told the truth, and had countless times not told his mother what the injuries he received were really from.

Everything turned upside down when he turned thirteen. He had come home one day to find his mother storming around the house, muttering and swearing to herself. "What had he done, to make him fly the land?" Her pacing continued and she didn't even realize that he had returned home. "His flight was madness: when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors." When he asked her what was wrong she had told him, "Sirrah, your father's dead." Stunned, he asked her to clarify. She had told him that his father was not actually dead, but as good as. "From whence himself does fly? He loves us not."

Trying to calm his mother down, and figure out what was going on, he asked questions of her. The continued statement of his father being dead bothered him "My father is not dead, for all your saying." Without hesitation, his mother had answered, "Yes, he is dead." Struck by the finality in her voice, he had ended the conversation and gone up to his room to think about it. He had lost himself in thought for two whole days, only paying enough attention to do the necessary activities like eat, drink, and relieve himself. Otherwise, he didn't interact with anyone and began to distance himself from others.

By the time he had come to the conclusion of his drawn out thought, he had drawn himself out to the edge of everything. Away from everyone, he resolved to remain that way. From his lack of human interaction, compared to how he had been before, he had developed shyness. However, inside him still lingered the leader-like attitude and gentle patience. He turned to plants and animals instead of people, focusing on them instead of other humans. After four years of his shifted devotion, he has become much more comfortable with all range of flora and fauna but lost his ability to communicate well with fellow human beings.

Life on the moon couldn't be any stranger
Life on the moon wouldn't feel this far way
The life that I knew is through
And im gonna need you more than ever
Im alone in this crowded room
Life on the moon

OTHER

FC: Nick Eversman

Yay Macbeth reference.

Lyrics: Life on the Moon by David Cook

Words
74 - Introduction
416 - Appearance
561 - Personality
793 - History
1844 - Total

Life on the moon
The life that I know is through
And im gonna need you more than ever
Im alone in this crowded room
Its like life on the moon
Life on the moon

odair