Frenk Hoffman [] Wanderer [] Done

Name: Frenk Hoffman

Age: 59

District: He’s a wanderer.

Gender: Male



 Appearance: [/b] Yes, I know it’s dark, but can you just be quiet? You’re making me feel that pulling you out of that ditch was a bad idea. Fine. I’ll tell you what I look like, if you’d just be quiet for a single nanosecond. I got blue eyes. Real blue eyes, not those gray but it’s still technically blue types. Blue, y’know, like the color of the sky on some days. I have a thick beard. You have to have a beard this thick, keep out the cold. Winter gets real bad out here.



The color of my hair was blonde, when I was your age. I think though, I was taller than you at your age. Heck, I think I am taller than you, right now. Look at me, ancient but still six foot even! Yessir.

I’m real skinny though. You never will really see anyone above skinny around here. Oh, quiet, I already know I smell bad. That's what happens when you basically wear the same clothes for months on end. I’ve worn this green jacket for years, trust me, this jacket is lucky.



Personality: Will you stop following me around? I’m only pulled you out of the ditch so you could run off like a rabbit, not follow me. I’m selfless, but not that selfless. Ok, fine, I’ll teach you some tips on snares, and then you can run off to your hole in the wall. You’re lucky I’m easy going, anyone else would’ve chased you off by now, with a stick or something. Yes, a stick, shut up. I don’t care about ‘limited vocabulary’, I should limit your face! Yeah, take that.



Anywho, thing is with this snare, is you take a length of wire, like some of the wire off some fencing, and you stick one end in the ground. Like that. Then, you make a loop where a rabbit trail is. That’s how I caught this beauty here. He’ll be my breakfast. No, I’m not sharing any with you, I’m not crazy. Besides, I’m an opportunist. So we’ll trade. Your hat for my rabbit. Thank you.



Get out of here kid, I’m not kidding this time. You’ve followed me for like, three hours? Four? I said, get out of here. I will literally get a stick. There’s one right there. See, get out of here! I’m not kidding! Aw, jeez! I didn’t mean to actually hit you! Hit you again, accident! Yeah, thats right, you run. With my hat, and my rabbit. Dammit.



History:

I’m home, unlock the door. What’s the password? The password is, open the door before I kick it open, you idiot. There, it wasn’t that hard, now was it? Oh, forgot to mention, I couldn’t catch any food. Shush, you’ll wake the others. One of the district kids took the snare’s food.. Yep,they beat me up. There were a hundred of them. You should’ve seen it. Ow.



Ok, fine, there was only one kid. But heck, he booked it. How is a sixty year old man going to catch up to a kid? It ain’t like when we first got out here. Back then, there were three of us, who didn’t know anything about the wild except, “It will be safe from the Peacekeepers, who want to hurt Daddy.”. But now, look! There's quite a few of us, and we’re ok. We have food, we know every tree, every rock, every ant that crawls on that rock.



Ok, story time. I don’t care. Once a upon a time, there was Frenk, and his Mommy and Daddy. They lived in a faraway place called the District. Daddy worked as a foreman of a factory, and Mommy played with Frenk all day. A foreman is a leader of a paper mill. Like how, I’m the leader of this household. Ow. Anyhow, one day, someone burned the mill down. The evil peacekeepers thought Daddy did it, so Daddy had to hide from them. Then, one day, Daddy came back and brought Mommy and Frenk into the woods, where’d they be safe forever. The End.