Reiyd Miller (District 2)
Apr 15, 2014 23:06:23 GMT -5
Post by cm on Apr 15, 2014 23:06:23 GMT -5
Name: Reiyd Miller
Age: 14
Gender: Male
District: 2
Appearance: I have to admit, I’m jealous of the height my sister suddenly has on me. We’re supposed to be twins, but we literally keep growing further apart. I’m 5’3” and haven’t been taller than her in almost two years. I keep waiting around for my own growth spurt, but I’m not sure that it will ever happen. I’m a little bit thicker than Oracle is, and a bit stronger, too.
Our red hair is one thing we have in common. It’s a fierce orange-red color that couldn’t be more vibrant. Mine is short and ridiculously curly. Another trait that we share is our eyes. My deep green eyes contrast against my so-pale-it-freckles skin. We’re both lightly-skinned enough that we burn, though I tend to do it more for some reason.
I don’t have as much energy as my twin sister, but I try to keep up with her best I can. We have a lot of fun running around and messing with each other. One thing I love about her is that she’s not afraid to get dirty, which we both usually do by the end of a day.
My face is practically a perfect circle if you ignore my huge ears and my chin, which sticks out a bit further than is necessary for a chin to do. I have dad’s slightly upturned nose and menacingly bushy eyebrows (I hate these eyebrows).
We don’t make nearly as much as the families around us, so I don’t have an over abundance of clothes. I just wear the few, poorly-fitted outfits that I have over and over again.
Personality: I try not to care what other people think of me, but I care just the same. I’m generally quiet because I don’t want to say anything that will make me look stupid to everyone around me, even though I know that I’m actually very smart. Unfortunately, intelligence alone isn’t enough to boost my confidence. I’m almost always the silent partner in our pair.
I’m a big reader and I’ll devour any book that I can get my hands on. Once I’ve finished (that doesn’t take long because I’m a speed reader), I retain all of the details to access them whenever I need to.
While my sister can be mulish and impulsive, I balance her out by being thoughtful and lenient. There are, of course, things that I simply won’t back down on, like letting Oracle climb to the top of our hill and stand on the very edge of it. Heights aren’t safe; I hold fast to my opinion that humans were meant to stay on the ground. Other than that, I usually let her be the leader, because I’m perfectly happy taking a back seat to her and becoming the trusty companion.
Taking the back seat to Oracle’s stronger personality type just comes naturally, especially since she rarely backs down from a challenge until she’s completely sure that her way won’t work, but when it comes to certain other things, I become the protective older brother. Like the heights thing. I just can’t shake the feeling that one day one of us will meet our doom by falling from something. She’s never been in a relationship, which I think is partly because she’s still a little girl at heart. But when our neighbor and co-worker Marcus Garson started showing an interest in my little sis, my radar was up. And now I’m determined to keep him from hurting her like he’s hurt other girls in the past.
History: Growing up, Oracle has been my constant companion and faithful best friend. Even though she’s not what most people expect when they meet her, she’s always been someone I enjoy being around. I mean, my sister has no middle ground when it comes to her emotions. And I’ve grown so used to it over the years that what seems completely unbelievable behavior to strangers is something I don’t always notice.
When Oracle and I were first introduced to our neighbors, the Garsons, my sister spat out the first thing to enter her mind. I’ll never forget it, and not just because I can’t. She looked right up at Old Widow Garson and, with her eyes complete circles, shouted, “Mom, that man is ugly!” Needless to say, Mrs. Garson didn’t take to that too kindly. She quickly turned from sour old neighbor to furious lecturer as she admonished my younger sister in front of our parents. Oracle punched the fat old lady in the kneecap and I couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t hurt the old bat, only stunned her. Since then, however, Oracle and Mrs. Garson have somehow managed to become good friends, though I have no idea what good Oracle sees in that woman.
Papa has apprenticed Oracle and I to a blacksmith so that we can learn a more useful skill than creating little wooden birds. Unfortunately, Oracle and I are working with that Taylor Sayer.
Mama, in the past several years, has gotten sick. Though the doctors can’t tell us what’s wrong with her, it’s not just a passing thing like they used to think. With each month, each week, each day, she gets worse. I think that after she started getting ill, Oracle went into either shock or denial because, even though she can have rational conversations about Mama’s condition, she still hasn’t reacted like her emotional self. I know that Mama’s illness is tough on all of us, even though Oracle hasn’t accepted it emotionally yet.
Though I train under a blacksmith like Papa has told me to do, I’m thinking of doing something different. I want to be a doctor, or at least I think I do, because I might be a better one than the men who can’t do anything for Mama but “make her comfortable until the end”.
Codeword: Odair
Other: Just like Oracle, I have an excellent memory, especially for names, numbers, and similar facts. I can tell you off the top of my head, the name of every customer I’ve helped in the shop over the past two months. I could describe in detail the route to my former teacher’s house, though I’ve only been there once—and I was seven. I just have an above average memory, as does my sister, though I don’t know why. In fact, it wasn’t until nine years old (three months, eight days, two hours) that I realized that Oracle and I were different and that not every other kid remembered the kinds of things that we could barely forget if we tried.
I don’t, however, share her talent in archery.
OOC:
Age: 14
Gender: Male
District: 2
Appearance: I have to admit, I’m jealous of the height my sister suddenly has on me. We’re supposed to be twins, but we literally keep growing further apart. I’m 5’3” and haven’t been taller than her in almost two years. I keep waiting around for my own growth spurt, but I’m not sure that it will ever happen. I’m a little bit thicker than Oracle is, and a bit stronger, too.
Our red hair is one thing we have in common. It’s a fierce orange-red color that couldn’t be more vibrant. Mine is short and ridiculously curly. Another trait that we share is our eyes. My deep green eyes contrast against my so-pale-it-freckles skin. We’re both lightly-skinned enough that we burn, though I tend to do it more for some reason.
I don’t have as much energy as my twin sister, but I try to keep up with her best I can. We have a lot of fun running around and messing with each other. One thing I love about her is that she’s not afraid to get dirty, which we both usually do by the end of a day.
My face is practically a perfect circle if you ignore my huge ears and my chin, which sticks out a bit further than is necessary for a chin to do. I have dad’s slightly upturned nose and menacingly bushy eyebrows (I hate these eyebrows).
We don’t make nearly as much as the families around us, so I don’t have an over abundance of clothes. I just wear the few, poorly-fitted outfits that I have over and over again.
Personality: I try not to care what other people think of me, but I care just the same. I’m generally quiet because I don’t want to say anything that will make me look stupid to everyone around me, even though I know that I’m actually very smart. Unfortunately, intelligence alone isn’t enough to boost my confidence. I’m almost always the silent partner in our pair.
I’m a big reader and I’ll devour any book that I can get my hands on. Once I’ve finished (that doesn’t take long because I’m a speed reader), I retain all of the details to access them whenever I need to.
While my sister can be mulish and impulsive, I balance her out by being thoughtful and lenient. There are, of course, things that I simply won’t back down on, like letting Oracle climb to the top of our hill and stand on the very edge of it. Heights aren’t safe; I hold fast to my opinion that humans were meant to stay on the ground. Other than that, I usually let her be the leader, because I’m perfectly happy taking a back seat to her and becoming the trusty companion.
Taking the back seat to Oracle’s stronger personality type just comes naturally, especially since she rarely backs down from a challenge until she’s completely sure that her way won’t work, but when it comes to certain other things, I become the protective older brother. Like the heights thing. I just can’t shake the feeling that one day one of us will meet our doom by falling from something. She’s never been in a relationship, which I think is partly because she’s still a little girl at heart. But when our neighbor and co-worker Marcus Garson started showing an interest in my little sis, my radar was up. And now I’m determined to keep him from hurting her like he’s hurt other girls in the past.
History: Growing up, Oracle has been my constant companion and faithful best friend. Even though she’s not what most people expect when they meet her, she’s always been someone I enjoy being around. I mean, my sister has no middle ground when it comes to her emotions. And I’ve grown so used to it over the years that what seems completely unbelievable behavior to strangers is something I don’t always notice.
When Oracle and I were first introduced to our neighbors, the Garsons, my sister spat out the first thing to enter her mind. I’ll never forget it, and not just because I can’t. She looked right up at Old Widow Garson and, with her eyes complete circles, shouted, “Mom, that man is ugly!” Needless to say, Mrs. Garson didn’t take to that too kindly. She quickly turned from sour old neighbor to furious lecturer as she admonished my younger sister in front of our parents. Oracle punched the fat old lady in the kneecap and I couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t hurt the old bat, only stunned her. Since then, however, Oracle and Mrs. Garson have somehow managed to become good friends, though I have no idea what good Oracle sees in that woman.
Papa has apprenticed Oracle and I to a blacksmith so that we can learn a more useful skill than creating little wooden birds. Unfortunately, Oracle and I are working with that Taylor Sayer.
Mama, in the past several years, has gotten sick. Though the doctors can’t tell us what’s wrong with her, it’s not just a passing thing like they used to think. With each month, each week, each day, she gets worse. I think that after she started getting ill, Oracle went into either shock or denial because, even though she can have rational conversations about Mama’s condition, she still hasn’t reacted like her emotional self. I know that Mama’s illness is tough on all of us, even though Oracle hasn’t accepted it emotionally yet.
Though I train under a blacksmith like Papa has told me to do, I’m thinking of doing something different. I want to be a doctor, or at least I think I do, because I might be a better one than the men who can’t do anything for Mama but “make her comfortable until the end”.
Codeword: Odair
Other: Just like Oracle, I have an excellent memory, especially for names, numbers, and similar facts. I can tell you off the top of my head, the name of every customer I’ve helped in the shop over the past two months. I could describe in detail the route to my former teacher’s house, though I’ve only been there once—and I was seven. I just have an above average memory, as does my sister, though I don’t know why. In fact, it wasn’t until nine years old (three months, eight days, two hours) that I realized that Oracle and I were different and that not every other kid remembered the kinds of things that we could barely forget if we tried.
I don’t, however, share her talent in archery.
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