Garnet Chrysolite || Peacekeeper || FIN

lance Librarian 3,638 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him/His last seen Apr 26, 2024 17:57:29 GMT -5 gay and chaotic? call it gayos	Garnet Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Feb 19, 2016 1:08:24 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by lance on Feb 19, 2016 1:08:24 GMT -5 Garnet Chrysolite Thirty Five Male Peacekeeper (stationed in the Capitol) Ryan Reynolds An up-and-coming, happy-go-lucky Peacekeeper
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Garnet Chrysolite || Peacekeeper || FIN Mar 14, 2016 20:31:11 GMT -5

Post by lance on Mar 14, 2016 20:31:11 GMT -5

She was the blue to your red,

The ice to your fire,

The dark to your light.

You were found together as children, mysteriously appearing on a park bench near the central square of the Capitol. Barely old enough to piece together a coherent thought, you were hardly self-sufficient. Yet somehow, as you were later told, the two of you were found on that park bench, cold, shivering, and clearly inadequately dressed for the crisp autumn weather. For the better part of an entire day you sat, hand in hand with her, clinging onto that hand as if your life depended on it.

Finally, around dusk, a good Samaritan finally noticed your unfortunate plight, and sought help for you two. Between a pair of Peacekeepers, a curious news reporter, and the concerned woman who initially sounded the alarm, you were relocated to a nearby orphanage. Throughout the chaos, you never relinquished your grip on her, clinging to her as if your very life depended on it.

And who knows? Maybe it had.

The theory of you two being siblings was quickly thrown out the window, as despite your rather unusual commitment to one another, you looked absolutely nothing alike. Your pale skin and brown hair were a stark contrast to her tanned skin and ebony mane, and you shared none of the genetic similarities that siblings usually had. A genetic test later confirmed it; You and the mysterious girl were not related whatsoever.

That apparently made a hill of beans' difference to your young mind, however, as you were never found more than ten feet away from her over the next month as authorities searched in vain to find your parents. What happened to them remains a mystery to this day, though you have heard your fair amount of theories. From the story that your parents and hers were friends caught in a tragic accident to the story that you were jointly abandoned by parents too poor to care for you to that you were the children of rival gang leaders that were jointly given up as a sign of trust. Whatever the case, your parents never did reveal themselves. After a month of searching, you were finally placed up for adoption, and were promptly adopted by the publicity-seeking Chrysolite family.

They named you Garnet, after the fiery red jewel that matched your fiery temper that you sported even as a young child. As the orphanage children and workers already knew and as the Chrysolites quickly found out, you had a knack for throwing violent temper tantrums whenever you were displeased. Though you gradually matured with age, your tendency to explode did not, and by the time you hit your teens, virtually everyone in the gargantuan Chrysolite mansion had been on the receiving end of your fire more than once.

Except for her.

From the very beginning, you had displayed a connection that was often compared to that of twins as opposed to seemingly strangers. It was a bond that, while purely platonic, was stronger than many formed of love. Though you were not without your disagreements and fights, there was no one in the entire Capitol, inside the house or out, that you were so loyal to, so utterly devoted to, than her. To this day, no one, not even yourself, has been able to figure out just why such a bond exists.

It simply does.

Granted, this didn't mean that you were completely antisocial. You were always a rather friendly, gregarious individual. You had friends among several of your peers, allies among the more influential kids, and forged several bonds with a number of your adopted siblings as well. Between a natural talent with words and social interactions and a cheery sense of optimism, the raging flames of your temper calmed down to a warm, cozy campfire. No matter what the situation, you could enter a social gathering solo and exit with a new friend, new acquaintance, new ally, new anything, really, depending on your mood.

As you grew older, you matured into a rather attractive young man. Genetics blessed you with a naturally strong, fit physique, perfect for your active lifestyle. You were perhaps a bit shorter than average (shorter than her, as it ended up, a fact you dislike immensely), standing at five feet eight inches tall. Your facial features sharpened, giving you a rather smooth jawline, and your naturally tousled hair only grew more wild as the years piled on.

At the age of eighteen, with no other career path in mind, you and her decided to join the ranks of the few Capitol citizens that engaged in Peacekeeper training. You had always had a bit of admiration for the white-clad warriors of Panem, and hearing that it had been a pair of them that had first rescued you only fueled the worship. It was your lifelong goal to join their ranks and protect those that were in need of it, a sentiment shared by her, and as soon as you were able you enlisted.

Though it was difficult moving from a life of privilege under the Chrysolites to the brutal training regimes of the Peacekeeping force, never once did you waver. It was your lifelong goal, after all, and Ripred be damned if you were going to let a little hard work stand in your way. The training unleashed a determined mindset you never knew you had, and combined with your optimism and rigor you graduated from the academy with flying colors.

Today, you are one of many stationed to guard the Capitol itself from whatever threats may emerge, whether internal or external. From under the clear visor of your uniform, one can catch a glimpse of day-old scruff or a wink from chocolate brown eyes. With the exception of the most serious of cases, you are rarely without a smile even on the job. Sure, you may be an enforcer, a judge, and a weapon, but you are also a protector. If it hadn't been for two Peacekeepers thirty years ago, you may not even be alive today.

And it is an example, and a purpose, that you strive to match.

Last Edit: Mar 24, 2016 2:34:26 GMT -5 by lance

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lance Librarian 3,638 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him/His last seen Apr 26, 2024 17:57:29 GMT -5 gay and chaotic? call it gayos	Garnet Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Mar 24, 2016 2:36:12 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by lance on Mar 24, 2016 2:36:12 GMT -5 Had a flash of muse and decided to roll with it. This is my first PK ever so if there is stuff I need to add or fix or whatever just let me know^^
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lance Librarian 3,638 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him/His last seen Apr 26, 2024 17:57:29 GMT -5 gay and chaotic? call it gayos	Garnet Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Mar 25, 2016 1:12:45 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by lance on Mar 25, 2016 1:12:45 GMT -5 casually bumps into tomorrow before I forget
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ghosty Mentor 2,134 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Dec 5, 2022 12:52:02 GMT -5	Garnet Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Mar 25, 2016 10:43:33 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ghosty on Mar 25, 2016 10:43:33 GMT -5 lol, could you pick a brighter color? :joy: Accepted!