Re: Niall Keehl, D4
Jun 2, 2011 10:59:55 GMT -5
Post by insigniatic on Jun 2, 2011 10:59:55 GMT -5
NIALL KEEHL
Sixteen
Male
District 4
[/size]Sixteen
Male
District 4
APPEARANCE:
Many are confused about Niall's Messy hair, which was from tip to end, a dark brown color. Many claim that it was naturally like that, a trait he had inherited maybe from his great, great, grandfather. While some others say that the case was impossible, for those who knew his parents, and all his grandparents say that they were all blondes, and he should have been, too. Nobody but his mother knows that the latter was true, though. For Niall had found a bottle of permanent dye in one of the trains that they used to deliver goods to the capitol. He had began dyeing his hair little by little at the age of five, until the people couldn't remember the original color of his once pale hair.
If Niall smiled more, then his friends, if he had them, could see his set of uneven white teeth. He knew it was so, and added to one of the reasons why he decided to keep his mouth shut, which he suceeded in doing almost all of the time. His thin, pale lips are often curved into a frown, bringing out the wrinkles he had developed over the years of complaining, and hating his life. Niall was square faced, and his jaw was strong. His brows were thin and brown, resting right above his bright, blue eyes. It was what he loved most, his eyes.Whenever he looked into the mirror. He could stare at the blue, round orbs that seemed to shine even when he felt out of life. The long, pointed nose completed what most would have called a handsome face, if only he smiled more often.
Niall stood at the exact height of six feet, but he always seemed a little bit smaller because of his curved back. He assumed he had inherited his height from his father, for his mother could have easily been the smallest in their district. And what he made up for his height, he lost in weight. Although Niall's face made him look strong and manly, he was very thin. No matter how much he ate, and how much he swam to gain some muscles like most of the boys in the district, Niall did not bulk up. So he covers it with loose shirts and baggy pants, in fact, no one ever notices his true weight until they see his bones sticking out whenever he went for his very rare swims.
If Niall smiled more, then his friends, if he had them, could see his set of uneven white teeth. He knew it was so, and added to one of the reasons why he decided to keep his mouth shut, which he suceeded in doing almost all of the time. His thin, pale lips are often curved into a frown, bringing out the wrinkles he had developed over the years of complaining, and hating his life. Niall was square faced, and his jaw was strong. His brows were thin and brown, resting right above his bright, blue eyes. It was what he loved most, his eyes.Whenever he looked into the mirror. He could stare at the blue, round orbs that seemed to shine even when he felt out of life. The long, pointed nose completed what most would have called a handsome face, if only he smiled more often.
Niall stood at the exact height of six feet, but he always seemed a little bit smaller because of his curved back. He assumed he had inherited his height from his father, for his mother could have easily been the smallest in their district. And what he made up for his height, he lost in weight. Although Niall's face made him look strong and manly, he was very thin. No matter how much he ate, and how much he swam to gain some muscles like most of the boys in the district, Niall did not bulk up. So he covers it with loose shirts and baggy pants, in fact, no one ever notices his true weight until they see his bones sticking out whenever he went for his very rare swims.
PERSONALITY:
He was a quiet boy, the only words his mother--and anyone in that matter, could get out of him was "Yes," "No," or maybe just a nod and a shake of his head. Some who meet him for the first time even believe him to be mute, for his mouth was always shut. But the true reason of his silence was only his to know. The truth was that he was afraid to talk, in fear and knowledge of the words that might slip from his mouth. He knew deep inside that he was a rude boy, and so kept his dark and ugly thoughts to himself.
Seeing the frown on Niall's face, many would have just assumed that he was unhappy, for in the world they lived in, who wouldn't be? Even if they were one of the Career districts, it didn't mean that life immediately became easy for them. No, his unhappiness was only a factor that contributed to the frown on his face, it was only a small fraction of the hate that he felt to everything around him. Niall could appreciate nothing, not the house he slept in, not the sun that shone down every morning, even his mother felt so unloved. The only thing that seemed to matter to him was the sea. He would dissapear for hours, and once days, and people would find him just sleeping in his small boat. Although he did not show it to anyone, Niall could almost smile whenever he looked at the clear, blue waters of District four. His boat was a place he could talk and talk in without offending anyone. He could voice out his opinions about all the darkness in the world without people thinking him crazy and stupid. He could think about the only person he loved, his mother, for he indeed loved her although he never bothered to show it. It was on of the characteristics he acquired that even he wasn't aware of. Niall was fiercely loyal to the people that manage to get close to him, which was at the moment, nobody. And so he waits by the sea. For the sea was a place for him to be himself, without the watchful eyes of the townspeople.
The yearly Hunger Games is an event that many teenagers in District four looked forward to, nobody knows what lies behind the eyes of Niall about it, though. Many wonder why he never bothered to become a career. He was certainly thin, but if he could carry large bundles of caught fish then many believed that he certainly had a chance of fighting in the arena. But what nobody saw was the wrinkles caused by worry that would make its way to his forehead everytime he stood waiting in the Reaping. Nobody knew the fear that made his legs shake although he tried to hide it, because like everyone else and maybe even more than them, Niall feared death. He believed that he had no one to live for but himself. He knew that no matter how strong he became, anything was possible in the arena, and death was certainly one of them. He tried to appear as strong as possible, but deep inside he knew he was a coward. For what would he do if nobody volunteered like they usually did every year? Or what if they prohibited volunteering? And so he waits on every year, hiding his fear and cowardliness.
Seeing the frown on Niall's face, many would have just assumed that he was unhappy, for in the world they lived in, who wouldn't be? Even if they were one of the Career districts, it didn't mean that life immediately became easy for them. No, his unhappiness was only a factor that contributed to the frown on his face, it was only a small fraction of the hate that he felt to everything around him. Niall could appreciate nothing, not the house he slept in, not the sun that shone down every morning, even his mother felt so unloved. The only thing that seemed to matter to him was the sea. He would dissapear for hours, and once days, and people would find him just sleeping in his small boat. Although he did not show it to anyone, Niall could almost smile whenever he looked at the clear, blue waters of District four. His boat was a place he could talk and talk in without offending anyone. He could voice out his opinions about all the darkness in the world without people thinking him crazy and stupid. He could think about the only person he loved, his mother, for he indeed loved her although he never bothered to show it. It was on of the characteristics he acquired that even he wasn't aware of. Niall was fiercely loyal to the people that manage to get close to him, which was at the moment, nobody. And so he waits by the sea. For the sea was a place for him to be himself, without the watchful eyes of the townspeople.
The yearly Hunger Games is an event that many teenagers in District four looked forward to, nobody knows what lies behind the eyes of Niall about it, though. Many wonder why he never bothered to become a career. He was certainly thin, but if he could carry large bundles of caught fish then many believed that he certainly had a chance of fighting in the arena. But what nobody saw was the wrinkles caused by worry that would make its way to his forehead everytime he stood waiting in the Reaping. Nobody knew the fear that made his legs shake although he tried to hide it, because like everyone else and maybe even more than them, Niall feared death. He believed that he had no one to live for but himself. He knew that no matter how strong he became, anything was possible in the arena, and death was certainly one of them. He tried to appear as strong as possible, but deep inside he knew he was a coward. For what would he do if nobody volunteered like they usually did every year? Or what if they prohibited volunteering? And so he waits on every year, hiding his fear and cowardliness.
HISTORY:
Victoria and her husband, Negil Keehl were just another ordinary couple who met after they turned eighteen and got married two years later. She was plain, and he was handsome. He, like every other young man there, learned the trade of the seas while she stayed at home. They were in love, many could see that, another year later, their son was born. He was a pale, chubby baby, and the pride of his father. Niall again stayed at home with Victoria while Negil continued fishing for their daily needs. The sea provided them with any food that they needed, and their small family got by. Time passed as it always did, and another year went by. Everything was going smoothly, until one stormy night when disaster struck.
It started out as a bright sunny day, with a cool breeze blowing from the sea. Niall was just learning to crawl, and his father had gone out to fish. Then the storm hit them. It came so unexpectedly that most of the men were still out at sea. Some were near the shore and were able to get to safety in time, while others were at the boundary the capitol had set, a good hundred meters from the shore. Unfortunately, Nejil Keehl was one of them. Nobody knew what had happened to him, his boat had been found floating at sea, but his body had completely dissapeared. And so Niall had lost the father he had never even had a chance to talk to.
The young boy grew up, and finally turned 9. Thankfully, his father had earned enough to sustain the small family for years but like everything else, the money was slowly running out. And so, the now silent young boy turned to their neighbor and started to learn the ways of the sea. He had earned just enough for their small family, just enough to not make him take the tessera when he turned twelve. His young years passed, and now only two years away from turning eighteen, when all of his fears would finally end. He never changed though, and his silent ways scared his mother. She had watched her small son change into a ghost who walked the house she lived in, and sometimes, she would walk into his room when he fell asleep, for it was the only way she could see the face of the young boy she once cradled in her arms.
[/quote]It started out as a bright sunny day, with a cool breeze blowing from the sea. Niall was just learning to crawl, and his father had gone out to fish. Then the storm hit them. It came so unexpectedly that most of the men were still out at sea. Some were near the shore and were able to get to safety in time, while others were at the boundary the capitol had set, a good hundred meters from the shore. Unfortunately, Nejil Keehl was one of them. Nobody knew what had happened to him, his boat had been found floating at sea, but his body had completely dissapeared. And so Niall had lost the father he had never even had a chance to talk to.
The young boy grew up, and finally turned 9. Thankfully, his father had earned enough to sustain the small family for years but like everything else, the money was slowly running out. And so, the now silent young boy turned to their neighbor and started to learn the ways of the sea. He had earned just enough for their small family, just enough to not make him take the tessera when he turned twelve. His young years passed, and now only two years away from turning eighteen, when all of his fears would finally end. He never changed though, and his silent ways scared his mother. She had watched her small son change into a ghost who walked the house she lived in, and sometimes, she would walk into his room when he fell asleep, for it was the only way she could see the face of the young boy she once cradled in her arms.
Codeword: Odair
Comments: Face claim-- Alexander Ludwig.
[/center]Comments: Face claim-- Alexander Ludwig.
