Johon Etyn Parker~District 4

Name: The name is Johon Etyn Parker. You can call me Jo for short.
Age: I'm 27. The day of my birth is two days before the Reaping. You do the math.
Gender: Male. Do you need proof of that as well?
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Hey look, it's me! You can't see me? Look up, idiot. Still can't see? You must be blind, so I guess I'll have to describe myself.

Let's start with my hair, because why would I start with my feet? I guess you could say it's monochromatic brown; chocolate-brown if you want more detail. Everytime I think about it I want some chocolate, but that would be rude to you, me leaving, now wouldn't it? Hmm, I guess it's pretty stringy for guy's hair. It falls down to about the bottom of my chin, just where I like it. I rarely cut it; only when it gets unruly and is lower than my mentum (chin, for you ignorant people) are the locks snipped away. If it's any shorter than that, my face feels cold, and I just don't like that feeling. I like how it tickles my chin when the wind blows. But enough about that.

Soo....we're on my face now? Hmmm....how do I say this without sounding conceited? Damn, I can't do it! I guess you'll just have to listen to me ramble on about how gorgeous I am. I'll start with my forhead, just because I'm OCD like that. I guess it's a pretty normal forhead. Nothing too special. It's flat and skin tone and all that junk. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that! My epidermis visual property is one of a diluted pigment. Okay, enough of that smart stuff, it's just caucasian colored. White. That's it. Now we return to our scheduled programming. My eyes are pretty amazing. They're all grey and stuff. I guess they could be considered cloudy; you can barely see the pupils; but i prefer the adjective of charcoal. It describes them perfectly. Moving south we land at my nose: narrow at the top, wider as you get lower. My wife says it was one of the things that made her fall for me, but I don't see why. That is where she always kisses me though, which brings us to my lips. These lucious kissing machines are a crimson red, like blood. Tis another place I am constantly loved on by another set of lips. My hin is the final structure of my face. It is, of course, at that point where hair grows, considering I'm 27 years of age. It is kept stubbly, and feels quite rough, like sandpaper, when you caress the fingers of your hand against it. And that concludes the appearance of my face.

Now I guess I have to tell you about the rest of my body. Even if you weren't blind, you wouldn't know what it looked like. That smokin' hot pic of me only provides my face. I feel sorry for your poor soul.

My torso is the second best part of my body, aside from my.......I'll let you figure that out. Anyway, back to what I was talking about. I have a freaking 6-pack. Yeah, I'm toned. Hauling fish all day kind of does that to you. I shave my chest because I think hairy chests are weird. Also, I take of my sshir when I'm fishing a lot of times, and I don't want people to think I don't take fare of myself. It also shows off my abs which is always nice.

Moving lower we hit my waist/legs area. I guess this amazing mid-section is the reason I have a kid on he way. Yep. My legs aren't really much to talk about. I was never a Career how I despised those people so my legs aren't crazy muscular. I mean, they're not chicken-legs, but the veins aren't popping out eiher. In essence, my legs are normal, but more on the lean side.

Now you want to know about my feet? Seriously?The feet, like the legs, are none of gossip. If you must know more, they're tanned. I don't like shoes. Get over it. There are five toes on each foot, like a normal person. And, I don't like having my feet touched. There are reasons for that that we will get to later.

I guess I should tell you about my clothing choices, because how else would you recoginize me? But don't stalk me. That's just creepy. My apparel is more of a.....darker taste. I highly enjoy black. Red and orange are fine colors as well. I can live with bright shades such as blue or green, but mostly because I'm from District 4. Shirts are of low importance considering I'm on a boat fishing the majority of the time. But, when they are required, a nice dress shirt, preferably cotton, is just fine. Pants are usually khaki or jean shorts, but I do own a few pairs of "fancy pants." Shoes, as I've explained before, are only worn ocassionally. When I have to wear them, though, regular black shoes, never sneakers, are worn. Oh yeah! I'm like, totally a gigantor. Well, if 5 foot 8 can be considered gigantor. So yeah, that's about it.

Personality:

Why the hell do you need to know what Im like? Isn't just hearing about my looks enough? Youre really getting on my nerves with this Q&A session. What are you going to ask me next? My background? Nevermind that. I really want to get you out of here, so I guess I'll just tell you. That couldn't hurt. Could it?

So I guess you could say Im hostile? Not much to it really, I just do't like people. They get on my nerves. End of story. Yeah, I know Im a person too, Im talking about other people. Duh. They take too much work. Drama is what I hate the most. People just love to create drama. They think It'll make their lives soo much more interesting. But it doesn't. It just makes life more difficult, and harder to live through.

My wife says Im loving. I dont see it. But then agan, if I wasnt loving, I wouldnt have her. I guess I also love my soon to be kid. Yeah, its my fault that it happened, but it's hers as well. She couldve stopped me. Im just so awesome you can't resist. Like ice cream!

Scared. I guess that's how you could describe me right now. You can ever see it, though. I can't be scared! Im the oldest of four children and have to look out for everyone else. They depend on me. If they knew I was scared, nobody would trust me. I wouldn't be the amazing oldestbrother that everyone looks up to. So I just cover it up with the shell of hostility.

Oh great! Look what you made me do! Well since we're onthe subject of scaredness, may as well tell you my biggest fear. Thaat kid. The one that's going to be born. My kid? Scares me to death. I never planned on being a dad, but apparently it's going to happen anyway. I have no control over the situation. That's probably why Im so afraid. Im so used to having control over everything, I just can't function without the control! Control of your life is key, and right now, Im spiraling downwards.

Let's get off that subject. It's not good to talk about new old wnds. Maybe we should talk about my friends? Yeah, that would help. Acually, it wouldnt. I have....1 friend. And guess who that is? My wife! Pitiful, isnt it? I guess I have two friends if you count the guy I do business with. Although, all he does is buy fish and sell me my smokes.

Soo, yeah. Wow, I must really suck. Looking back at all the mean stuff I did, I suck. Bad. I have reasons to be mad at Reese, though. Reese, my youngest brother. He's such a runt. Never does any work. All ofu s hate him, though; it's not just me. He never appreciates anything we do for him, so why be nice? I give him food and money for shelter, and how am I repaid? With a blank stare.

History:

So you do want to know my background! What are you, a Peacekeeper? Am I being arrested? I hope not considering I have a bunch of people to support. I hope youre sure this is our last stop. I have things to do and places to be.

My mam was interesting when I was a child. She and my father were newly married, recieving me barely a year after their marriage. I guess you could say they were....free spirits. Rose (Mam) and Da (no idea what Dad's name is) were just kids themselves. Da was only 29 while Mam was only 26. They didnt know what they were doing. Mam was an artist; she just loved colors. Da was just a lowly fisherman running his father's business. They were doing pretty average, not rich, noot extremely poor. When I came along that changed things. Money was tight, parents were fighting, and it seemed like everything was going to the dogs. But one day, I found something: an instrument of sorts called the drum. When I was little, I used sticks in the woods to bang on this old defeated drum. When Da realized I could play it, he would set me up in front of his friends and have me play. I never realized he was collecting money. I never figured out that's how we made it.

Over the years, three more brothers were born into our family. Secretly, I always wanted a little sister. My friends at school with sisters were always getting to show them off. All I had were grimy male siblings.

In my teen years many things happened. My dad was taking me out to his bars more often. We were there sometime four times a week. I fell behind in my schoolwork and barely graduated. When I would perform, men would throw glass beer bottles at me if they didnt like the music. I think it was mosy because they were drunk out of their minds. Da would be very rough after a few drinks. If I didnt hit the notes correctly, I would get hit. To escape from the world, I would find hiding spaces in plain sight. I learned to blend into the background, to become a pavement artist. With my stature, it wasnt difficult. My friends were slipping away from me because of the distance I kept from people. I was all alone. Until I met her, of course.

She was so awkward. In class, she would sit in the back of the class with her eyes in a book and her hair draped over the desk. I stole that book from her one day; I was feeling rebellious. That was not a good decision. At the end of it all, I ended up on the ground clutching my arm. That was probably the beginning of the rest of my life.

As time went on, old wounds healed. But memories never fully disappear. Its impossible for me to be around that man for more than 5 minutes at a time. Everyone else is completly oblivious to our issues. I doubt he even remembers, though. He was drunk. Thats still no excuse. He knew what he was doing.

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