Re: Christious Craseau Caesar (Head PK D11)
Nov 7, 2010 22:13:37 GMT -5
Post by Spesh on Nov 7, 2010 22:13:37 GMT -5
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First Person Color: C85A17
Name: Christious Craseau Caesar
(Pronounced Cris-te-Us Kray-se-Oou Ce-Zar)
Gender: Male
District/Area: Born Two, moved to eleven as a Peacekeeper
Age: 27
Appearance
Christious is a man of about six feet four inches. He has average legs for a man of his size but his arms are short in length for a man of his stature. His whole body is protruding with muscle from long hours in the gym; and a six-pack that can be seen easily when his chiseled body is shirtless.
The top of his head is bald except for the black hair running across the center of his scalp in a fo-hawk. His hair has grown this way ever since he graduated from high school. He likes being different from the masses that disrespected him in his childhood.
To go along with his almond shaped eyes being too close together, his natural eye color of Chirstious is light blue, he believes that blue eyes fit him or his job. He believes that light blue is not a dark or fearsome enough for a Peacekeeper. The light blue is an embarrassment to him, so he hides his normal eyes with non-prescription black contacts. The color of black matches his hair but goes against his skin.
Christious has small ears for his head. He has five earrings in his left ear and none in his right. This is because he considers the right side of the head the weaker side. This thought is in his mind because his dad always beat him with his right hand, which is controlled by the left side of the brain. Therefore the left side of the head is the dominant side. The earrings in his left ear all have meanings. The first silver ring in his left ear is for Hard Work. Working hard on everything that he does is important, and hard work pays off. No Drugs is the meaning of his second earring, he has this because he does not do drugs. Life is the third silver ring and it stands for living his own life the way that he wants. Finally, Order is his fourth earring; it was put in after he completed Peacekeeper training. Order is respecting the law, respecting those above you and keeping those below you inline. The fifth and final earring is a diamond. A diamond, being as expensive as it is, acts as the combination of the four prior earrings, that being a prosperous life.
His nose is very angular. It has sharp points at the top and ends very sharply at the bottom. He could have had this changed to be more of the norm while he was a child but he chose not to. He likes that his nose is different from most of the people.
Saying that Chirstious has ugly teeth would be an understatement. He has a severe overbite and his teeth are covered in plaque. Chirstious never smiles at all; he has nothing to smile about. His face always is frowning or has another look of disgust on it.
The first thing that a person would notice about Christious is the color of his skin. The cause of this is the paleness of his skin contrasting to the darkness of his hair. One day he wants to have tattoos that all have meanings all over his body. For now though, the only one that he has is right over his heart. The tattoo is in honor of his mother, it reads :Jerania Raedon Caesar
Rise through the flames
May us all remember your name
Memories bring back the pain
Of how you were slain
May your soul R.I.P
Love your son
Amen
The White Peacekeeper uniform is always what Christious is attired in. Being attired in anything else he has deemed unsuitable. There is power that he feels in the Peacekeeper uniform that is not achieved by wearing something else. This authority is something that Chirstious will never give up optionally. The power that he has attained is something that he worked at and eventually succeeded at, he does not give anything like that up easily.[/color]
Personality
Likes
Violence: I love seeing people in pain.
Pain: I am joyed when people are mentally or physically hurt.
The Hunger Games: Watching District 11 kids die makes me feel warm on the inside.
Coffee: Who needs sleep with coffee?
Night: The days are too bright here, I like darkness better.
Whips: Hurting people is enjoyable.
Laws: There needs to be a set of rules that are followed.
Order: People need to be in their right place.
Women: If a girl is pretty enough, sign me up!
Relationships: I like having someone to come home to.
Dislikes
Joy: I hate seeing people in good moods.
Life: Death is an important thing for my sanity.
Day: The day is too bright. Night is better.
Disorder: People not following the rules creates mayhem.
Traits
Cocky: I am the greatest person in the world.
Angry: I hate the world, I hate everyone, they were terrible to me, so I am terrible to them.
Fast Actor: I do not like to hear opinions before I act.
Creative: I create new ways of torture.
Leader: I stand out in a crowd. People listen to me.
Optimist: The world is a place that will do me well, everything that happens will be good for me.
Hard Working: Working hard for what I want is something that I do on a daily bases.
Responsible: When something is asked of me, I get it done.
The people who live in district 11 are less then desirable. They need to be told what to do. They take no initiative in good ways. All that they do without instruction is steal and take without following rules. They are good at heart too... I hate that. I am used to an environment of people hating me, used to an environment where people were only out for themselves. I hated that type of place, but I was used to it. Now coming to district 11 I am not used to the way these people act, and at first I felt lost.
I know that I am better then all of them. I am from district two, the great district two, and they are from the measly district 11. I am better then them based off of this, I am better then them in every single way possible. These people have grown up not understanding what it is like to be your own person. They do not think that they are acting nicely, they just do. They always make the law seem foul; I hate people thinking the law is wrong. The law is there to prevent the idiotic masses from doing stupid things, and they get punished for being stupid. Nobody seems to get that, they are all idiots and I hate idiots.
People need to understand that the job of a Peacekeeper is difficult. I enjoy every second of causing people pain, but keeping them organized is a whole different story. Nobody wants to listen to you; they all think that they are better then you, when in truth... none of them are. The people just want to cause Peacekeepers agony, they think we are the lowest in civilization, they have no respect for us, I hate everyone for that. We, out of all people, should get the most respect.
Now, with that said, I still believe that I, as a person, am the prototype for what a person should be. I do not care about others. I feel nothing when they suffer. I do not need anything but to watch the suffering of the people from here. I do not even want to live if I cannot cause pain in their lives.
If they do anything wrong in the slightest they deserve a whipping. These people for some reason do not know how to act under the law, therefore whenever they break the law they should be punished. The rules are set for them, if they chose to break them then they are choosing, in turn, to be whipped or killed. This is basically what I chose from as a child, and it is what they will choose from now.
I hate working in the day, everything is too bright, there is no difficulty in seeing what you have to do, there is no challenge in it. I love the night; it makes everything seem more relaxed to me, though to everyone else it brings spookiness. The chill of the night is relaxing. The darkness rejuvenates me; it signifies to me not the end but the beginning of a new day, and new slate to use. If I was not harsh enough one day, than I can be harsher the next, it all balances out.
I love watching the games on TV. It brings me peace of mind that there are little trouble makers from this district dying every year in the name of the Capital. These kids need to keep dying to repay for the death that they caused the Capital in the dark days. There is nothing wrong with the games; in fact, they are the greatest things to ever happen. Watching the death of children brings joy to me, the fact that they can kill each other for sport really is enjoyable for me. I never wanted to be a part of the games, and I never had to worry about it. District two made me feel safe from the games, but now that I am a Peacekeeper, my life is practically the games, just I have weapons and food and the people I am fighting against do not.
Apparently I am too fast to act with my whip and my punishments. I say false. I act as fast as the people who are breaking the rules act. I punish them with the same amount of thought they use while performing the crime, that being none. Everyone who breaks the law deserves what he or she gets, no ifs, ands or buts. This is how I accepted my life as a child; this is how they will accept life in my district 11.
I hate all people who break the law, which means I hate everyone in district 11. All of them break the law. Even being related to the person who steals or takes something is breaking the law in my mind. If you did not raise them well then you should also receive some of the punishment. It is your fault for not raising your kid’s right, and it is your fault for their actions almost as much as it is theirs. Family is one of the most important things in this district, it appears that way to me, so I assume when they are stealing something it is for their family. I cannot have that, stealing is my number one hate; anybody caught stealing in my district is put to an immediate and painful death.
I enjoy causing pain to people in many ways. I try to be as creative as possible with my torture. When whipping someone I try to hit them everywhere, not just there backs. If killing is the punishment then using needles to poke holes in people to watch them bleed to death is one of my favorites. I really do love watching people suffer. Their pain brings power to me; it proves to them that I am the better one. I am the one with all of the power and they have no control over their lives unless I give it to them. These punishments remind my of my childhood and of my mother. Her ways of punishing me were similar to this. I would have to say that I like bringing in the types of punishment that I faced as a kid into my work, it makes me feel more at home while working.
Telling the truth is one of the most important things for me. I hate lying. I personally have never lied in my life. Ever since a young age I always thought that lying was wrong. If somebody lies to me about not committing a crime when they did, I will always give them a larger punishment than I would if the person told me the truth the first time that I ask them. Lying is not necessary to me as the truth always does find a way to weasel itself out.
I do have a few soft spots though. I have always found that I seem more at peace around women. I try to be nice to all of them as long as they are staying within the law because of my mother. I feel like my responsibility is to make up for her loss that was my fault. Because of this I always try to be in a relationship, having someone to come home to after a long day of work makes me relax. I do tend to yell though in my relationships just like my dad did, but I never cheat. Violating women like that is something worse then what I did to my mother. To me, cheating is the least acceptable thing that a man could do to a woman.
History
Childhood:From the beginning I was neglected. See, my father and mother really never had any love for me. Ever since the beginning they always said things like: You are a mistake, God never should have created you, and you are the ugliest thing to ever set foot on this planet. To hear those things at such a young age is devastating to your confidence to the point of no return. To be honest, maybe I was a mistake, maybe they did not mean to have me, maybe it was there false love for each other that they were taking out on me. Either way my father and mother despised me for no other reason than the fact that I was living. My parents sent my mind to the ground, they took away all my confidence when I was just a little boy. They turned my mind of love and care that a normal kid of such a young age would have and turned it into the opposite, my mind became full of constant thoughts of death and darkness.
See as a kid I was beat for everything. I whined and whined about it, but my father just kept going. He was addicted to alcohol, he came back drunk every night. He probably cheated on my mother almost every night, then they got into fights, screaming fights. Somehow it always came back to me and then my drunk father took off his belt, slowly through each whole, explaining to me that here in district two we act civilized, not like barbarians. I did not know what I did wrong at the time, and still at this day I question why he beat me. But there is no question that he did beat me, and he beat me well. I remember one time he came home on a wednesday night, it was sometime near the end of fall, I remember the gust of cool autumn air entering the house when he came in. Then my mom started yelling at him about how he always goes out with other women, then somehow she brought it on me. I got beat with my fathers belt and his metal shoes. I broke two ribs and a nose that night. This was my fathers way of getting across to me that the person who pays is in charge. He made me understand that when I owned land I could do whatever I wanted to the people living under me, and that is exactly what I do as a Peacekeeper.
I do not know why my father always agreed with my mother, but it always turned out to be a beating for me. Always, almost every single night. The sad thing is that I liked the beatings more then the words. I knew that the beatings were coming because he was drunk, but the neglect that he showed me, I am pretty sure to this day that he was sober when he said those things. Deep down I think he cared, I could almost swear that he cared. He just did not know how to show that he loved me. His beatings were ways to tell me that I was doing something wrong, even if he did not know that something. Maybe though, they were more then that. Maybe the beatings were a way to tell me that it did not matter if I did something wrong or not, they were meant to imply that because my father was in charge he could do what he wants. This is how I took it at least. My father, the drunk that he was, still had a message behind everything he did. I appreciate him for that, even if he actually did not care about me and really did think that I am a worthless piece of crap.
My mother was not so different from my father. She worked in a hospital as a nurse, at least she had a job. She came home everyday from work with stolen syringes filled with morphling. The drugs did not bother me all that much, even as a kid that young, what really bothered me was the she was stealing and getting away with it. I would not care if she was buying the drugs, but because they were stolen I cared. One day when I said something about this to my mother she took one of the empty syringes and poured rubbing alcohol in it, then after a good amount of calling me worthless along with other expletives she injected it, straight into my bloodstream with the precision only a nurse would have. I do not remember much after that except for a throbbing pain in my heart. How I survived that day I still do not know. I think that Peacekeepers came over due to exceptionally load screaming by somebody, or that is what they said. The pain in my mind from this, I single handedly killed my mother with my mouth. I would have done anything to get her back if I could, this was all my fault. Behind the drugs and the stealing of my mom, I really did love her. Her death is part of the reason I am so compassionate to women compared to men.
They brought me to the hospital and they took my mother away. I do not remember seeing her ever again after that incident. The officials claimed that she was crazy and needed to be ridded of, I do not think that. The only reason that they should have taken her was that she was stealing. Still to this day I do not see anything wrong with what she did to me that day, I questioned the authorities and I suffered consequences for it. I hate myself for causing the extermination of my mother... if only I could have been quiet that day, then I might of been able to save her. Her morphling addiction was not one because she needed it to prevent the reality she created for herself, she needed to prevent the reality that I was in. I was the problem, I was the cause, it was all my fault. I broke the rules, but I did not suffer because of it.
When I was let out of the hospital I remember coming home to my father, the day was warm, it was some time in August if I correctly remember. All the lights in the house were out. Everything, at that first moment I entered the house was black. In my high pitched five year old voice I asked my dad where he was. Then a whip came down over my head. My father was beating me, this time for getting his wife killed. I remember him saying how much he hated me. He beat me half to death that day, but I did not utter a sound. I deserved it, therefore, I willingly accepted my beating like a good kid would.
Adolescents
I less then enjoyed my teenage years. I was constantly made fun of at school, constantly. My peers making these mental attacks on me was much worse then my parents doing so. At least with my parents I knew that they were doing it for my own good. But with these fellow students of mine, their bullying had no positive affect on me. All they made me feel was hatred towards the human race. Hatred towards all of them and their shallow minds. I hate everyone because they do not understand the effect they can have on just a kid with words. They made me look at the world as a place of darkness, instead of the place of light that my parents told me that it was. Instead of ignoring their jeering, I fought back. I fought back the only way that I knew how to, with violence.
Fights at my school were commonplace. District Two boys trying to prove who should get to volunteer for the games, it seems natural, only to me it was not. I was fighting to get back at them for there. I hate being made fun of, and that is exactly what those guys were saying to me. I felt no pity for them when I beat them down. Fighting was never an issue for me. I was always better at fighting then almost every other boy in my district, but being part of the Hunger Games was never really what I wanted. I did not want to have to go into an arena to hurt people, I wanted to be able to do it on an everyday bases. I wanted to cause the same pain to people that I felt before.
That is how I found out that I wanted to serve Panem, I wanted to make the President proud. I wanted my name going down in history. I wanted to become the best ever Peacekeeper. But I knew this meant work. When I went back to school the next day my schoolmates made fun of me even more than before. They implied that I paid my way out of jail, and that I was no good and never would be. They thought that I would end up killing someone, they said that I should be hung right there on the spot. I hated these things, I wanted to use force, I wanted to torture them, but I kept my cool. I kept up my grades and worked as hard as I could in school. I wanted to become a Peacekeeper, and that meant acting above the influence, it meant making sure I did not doing anything stupid. It made me learn all of the laws by heart so I could follow them perfectly. I became a model citizen, but I still had hate boiling inside of me like the energy inside of a nuclear bomb right before it explodes, I was literally a time bomb waiting to run out of seconds.
In essence I lived through high school fighting with kids who wanted to prove their valor against me. Truthfully though, my fighting was not about valor, it was about not being beatable. It had nothing to do with the games, it only had to do with me wanting to be better then everyone. And ever so slightly it was because I wanted to repay my father for the loss of my mother, which I still thought was my fault until this day. I always seemed to have a disadvantage in these fights though, weather it was two on one, or the other kid had a weapon of some sort I always was the underdog. But I always did come out on top, this is just part of my drive to be the best at everything
Training
I graduated high school without any fights on record. It was one of the hardest things in my life, going through those four years of constant jeering. I made it though, I accepted the fact that I would be made fun of because I had no mom, or because my dad was addicted to alcohol. I just ignored these things though, but deep down they were adding to my fuel. They were adding to my hate, they were adding to hunger. Immediately after I graduated I enrolled for Peacekeeper training.
Training, truthfully, was much harder than I expected. The amount of hours that I spent physically getting into shape amazed me. How people could handle something like this with ease surprised me. I was determined though, I remembered how I was allowed to live earlier in life, a Peacekeeper let me go. I had to take advantage of my second chance, if I did not, than I would just be letting myself down again. That is not something that I would be able to handle.
I was used to being yelled at and beat by my parents. When the instructors beat me, and tried to mentally break me down they just could not. The so-called abuse that I received as a child actually helped me make it through the training. It helped me make it through the beatings and yelling. If I can thank my parents for anything, it is that.
Now I sit before you today as the (maybe???) Head Peacekeeper of District Eleven. I made it through a childhood of abuse and parents who did not want me. I survived through high school with classmates constantly breathing down my throat about why I was terrible, and why I should not live. Then I made it through the training that lets me sit where I am right now. But now I face my toughest challenge yet, taming district 11... Knowing myself, I will succeed.[/blockquote][/size]
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