Owen Murray :||: District 2 {fin}

Owen Murray :||: District 2 {fin} Mar 13, 2011 2:02:10 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Mar 13, 2011 2:02:10 GMT -5

The young man no longer young can only see himself
for who he is currently. He stands tall at thirty eight
years

[/b], allowing no one or thing to see the pain in the[/color]
bones, set in much earlier than expected. You can
hear the deep shout as he goes through his job day
by day, wondering when it will all be over. But all anyone
sees is the smile, forgetting about the interior. Not a
matter for in District Two, no one regards the interior;
it’s all about who you believe that person to be.[/center]

Owen- The Welsh derivation of the name “Eugene”, his
first name means “well-born”, a name fitting for the baby
who was born into District 2. His parents believed that as
he was a boy who was going to have a great future, it
would only be right to name him “well-born”. To the boy
himself, the name is just a name. All it is to him is a way to
make him different from all the other Murrays out there.

Parker- “Keeper of the park”. His middle name was given
to him on the intention that he would become a
Peacekeeper when he grew up. However, he strayed
away from that training, deciding he would much rather
work as a weapons manufacturer.

Murray- How ironic that his first name and his last name
have similar meanings. Not really, but the Scottish clan
Murray believed themselves to be descendents from
royal blood, hence the “well-born” or “noble” meaning of
his first name. The name itself means “sea settlement”,
but as the family is nowhere near sea, they disregard that
meaning.

As a man who was trained to be someone successful in District
2, Owen had to endure training in hopes that he would become
a Peacekeeper. Even after it was evident that he would not
become a Peacekeeper, his workout became a daily routine,
keeping his body fit. His upper body is the strongest after
lifting weights (they were also preparing him for mining), but
his leg muscles are just as toned. Even though his routine has
become daily, he still has some tummy flab from slacking off
while working out. He hasn’t reached “big belly” status but his
family tease him saying that sooner or later, they’ll be asking if
he’s the pregnant one.

The only way to describe his face is sweet. As a child, he had
the round face with the smile constantly on it. As an adult, he
has more bone structure but still that childish roundness that
has older adults going “awww”. Laugh lines define his eyes
and mouth while worry lines are etched into his forehead.
Together, the lines tell Owen’s story of all the troubles he has
gone through and all the good memories of life. As a habit,
he tends to rub the wrinkles on his forehead, usually in hopes
that they will someday disappear.

The bright blue colour of his eyes are nothing special; everyone
in his family has it and most people in the district do not see
it as something distinctive. Reportedly though, they are similar
to a deep ocean blue, but Owen waves off the speculation,
saying that they are a simple blue and nothing more. His eyes
are relatively wide but when he laughs, his eyes squint to a
small size. Thin eyebrows run close to the top of the eyes,
leaving his forehead looking rather exposed.

His hair is frequently cropped short, mainly for feasibility reasons.
He thinks that long hair makes males look lazy. Plus, “in his
line of work”, long hair just seems to be too messy. Of course,
he wouldn’t chide others for having long hair but he will
disapprove of them. However, the last time he cut it too short,
he was teased for it for the next three weeks. Only after that
moment did he decide to at least have some length to his hair.
He keeps his hair long enough that his natural curls show,
but short enough that the strands still remain in the upward
direction or flat against his head. The dark colour of his hair
seems rather unoriginal, but Owen doesn’t mind since he
doesn’t want to stand out anyway.

Discoloration dots his back and upper arms, causing him to
leave his shirt on as much as possible. As a teenager, he
refused to join the other boys and run around with their shirts
off during the summertime. His parents don’t know why he has
them, at first believing them to be birthmarks but seeing them
accumulate contradicted their theory. Otherwise though, Owen
has fairly even skin, although he does have a farmer’s tan from
keeping his shirt on so much. His family is notoriously pale, but
Owen had managed to step outside of the family circle in terms
of skin tone from a fairly early age, always having a healthy pink
under his skin.

Owen’s one goal in life is to live life as it should be. As a result,
he could be viewed as an optimist in a twisted sense. Things
can be bad, but they don’t drag Owen around—or that’s what
others believe when they see him. His persona seems to
resemble the sunshine so much that they forget that nighttime
comes too. He keeps his feelings masked by a smile no matter
how genuine it is or not.

As an adult, Owen can be seen as a hard worker, doing his
job the best he can. That does not mean he’s a perfectionist,
but he knows when to put in effort. When he was a child, his
parents often told him that he didn’t need to take life so
seriously which he would respond with a grin that it really was
necessary. His parents always wondered if all the work he
did would make him feel stressed out, especially during the
school year, but when he did not show any signs of going
through the typical stress as his peers, they thought he was
just fine.

They could not have been further from the truth than ever.
While Owen’s smile does a fine job hiding secrets, his eyes tell
the real story. Because his need to do well was so strong,
Owen was breaking into pieces one by one. He even likens
himself to a puzzle but one that is working against its purpose.
He was never really open about his breakdowns, causing
them to get worse as the days wore on. All the stress from
his personal life never gave off any warning signs, even when he
was still in his confused stage.

Owen has feelings for the male half of the human species but
he still has not come to terms with that idea. It’s not the fact
that he has a problem with the idea that he could be gay, but
more that he doesn’t think it’s a certain fact. His argument is
that he has dated a fair share of girls and enjoyed being with
them. But when he finally gets to the root of it, he knows that
he’s not really happy being with them and that they were all
just lies to him. He treasures their companionship, but he also
cannot feel anything more.

Owen values his friends highly. To him, they are the life source
that he needs in order to get through the day. It doesn’t matter
which gender he is with; they all have their way in making him
feel better. He likens them to the summer days, saying that
they are for the most part warm and supportive but there are
times when they can become stifling. However honest Owen is
with his friends, he can never pluck up the courage to tell them
the ultimate truth, causing them to be frustrated with him at
times. He doesn’t mean to sound so cryptic at times, but he
hates the idea of having his friends suffer from something that
was going on with him. Everything personal is supposed to stay
personal.

The Murray family was a large family but a rather happy one
at that. While all the siblings had their moments and could
claim at least one injury on each other, they still cared and
looked out for one another when it came to other members
of the family which was the one thing they needed to do in
order to survive as a family. A small rumour that Grandpapa
Murray had managed to screw up the industry production
once caused turmoil as everyone in the district started
freaking out. Of course, the Peacekeepers managed to
bring everything to order and the rumour was declared false
but not before the damage was already done on the Murray
name.

Owen’s birth was the fourth and last birth his mother would
go through. All of his siblings told him that they were the
first one to see him as a baby which caused him to be
completely confused while he was a young child. His father
was actually the first person to see him besides his mother,
but in terms of siblings, his older sister Katrina was the first
to see him. It was no coincidence that they would become
the closest of siblings, something that was highly unaware
to Owen.

To his older siblings, he was the new plaything. They didn’t
throw him around or try to experiment with him (though his
two sisters did have a fondness for playing “dress up”
with the toddler); they did pamper him. He never became
a spoiled child, though, always learning self-control, and he
opposed the constant attention. Still, the love was enough
for him to be a cheerful young boy as he ran after his older
siblings. His parents swore that they would do right by him
so they made sure to teach him early so he could be
successful when he started school.

School was a place Owen was eager to be. Even though he
was away from his family and constantly teased because
of his family name, he enjoyed the idea of learning and silently
absorbed the information. He still had a few friends who
were willing to overlook the trouble that his grandfather had
caused. In short, Owen enjoyed being at school and
learning about the district. He never thought that anything
could go wrong so he breezed through it all.

When he was thirteen, he found himself in the company of
one boy that he enjoyed being with. There wasn’t anything
strange about it; they just spent most of their free time
together. Their constant meetings always stirred some
feelings in Owen though, as he began to see his friend in a
different light. Soon, he began to wonder what it really was
that he was feeling for his friend and if his friend felt the
same way about him. On his fourteenth birthday, he received
his answer.

The two of them met up as they usually did at a random tree
that no one seemed to visit. His friend gave him a birthday
hug and they sat down and chat. As Owen looked at his
friend, he didn’t know what to do. The urge to show his
affection for his friend grew and grew until he was clenching
his hands to prevent himself from doing anything rash. He
didn’t even know if what he was feeling was the right thing.
His friend answered his question when instead of Owen
making the move, his friend pressed his lips on Owen’s,
catching Owen by surprise. He had the answer he always
wanted.

Owen left the tree that day wondering what had happened.
According to his friend, nothing had happened. His friend
had waved off the previous day like it was all forgotten and
even went as far as to ignore Owen. Feeling lost and
confused, Owen lost his “happy” spell for a good few months.
The only way he managed to console himself was by being
with a friend who was a girl this time. She managed to
console him and stay by his side, even though Owen was
only using her to suppress his urges. He convinced himself
that there was no possibility that he could like males; it
just wasn’t normal.

Graduation was eventful for Owen as it was the moment
he decided he no longer wanted to become a Peacekeeper.
While he knew that they were well-esteemed, he also knew
that he could never succeed with that job. He knew his
laws and he wanted to serve for peace, but he lacked the
brutality and harsh nature of the other aspiring Peacekeepers.
So he resorted to working as an inside-job man, one who
took care of management. To him, it was the fitting job as
he could communicate with others without using his name
and he didn’t have to be brutal. His family was supportive
and understanding as always, knowing that he would find
something that he would love eventually. What they
didn’t know was that he was in a search for a “who.”