TRISTAN GRACELING, DISTRICT SEVEN

TRISTAN
GRACELING .

“DO YOU DREAM, THAT THE WORLD WILL KNOW YOUR NAME”
So tell me your name, so tell me your name

AGE . Seventeen
GENDER . Male
DISTRICT . Seven
OCCUPATION . Book Binder
SEXUALITY . Homosexual


APPEARANCE .

“AND DO YOU CARE, ABOUT ALL THE LITTLE THINGS”
Or anything at all, or anything at all

Tristan has a beautiful mop of brown hair, that is almost always styled back into a short wave. If Tristan is busy, or working through the night however, his hair usually becomes ruffled and has a tendency to stick up every which way because of the nature of his hair. he has a widow's peak, but it isn't too obtrusive. He actually rather likis it. It's rather wiry and has a tendency to bend exactly the way he wants it to, providing he uses a lot of water and a bit of animal fat. The actual colour of his hair is a dark brown, like the colour of the bark on the trees in the forests surrounding his districts. In some lights however, his hair can appear to be almost black.

Most of the other guys in Tristan's distract would most likely describe him as a pretty boy. It's true, he has a bit of an angelic face, as compared to the well built men, cutting down trees in his place of birth, but he doesn't let that bother him. His skin is rather pale, seeing as he doesn't get out much as most of his work is done inside, sitting down. His eyes are a lovely shade of slate blue, but although they are pretty, they seem to be lacking in something. Underneath his eyes are a nose that could be described as 'average' and thin lips. His chin actually does have a cleft in it, which he is secretly proud of. He thinks it makes him look a bit manlier. His ears are also a bit pointy, giving him a bit of an impish appearance.

Tristan stands at the grand height of five foot, eight inches, making him a bit shorter than most. He's come to terms with that however. He weighs only one hundred and twenty pounds, which is, unfortunately underweight. He still has a tiny bit of muscle that he gets from his chore of chopping the wood for the family. the tiny bit of muscle stands out rather well on his skinny frame. his torso is longer than normal, but it does not make his legs look that much shorter, as they are rather long as well. His fingers are long and thin, which is excellent for his chosen profession as a a book binder. Because he spends so many hours pouring over the books, he does need reading glasses. His are his grandfather's black, half-moons that have been handed down. He would buy a new pair if he could afford it, but at the same time why would he fix something that isn't broken?

Tristan has a thing for scarves, and has at least five. As such, they are his usual choice for accessorizing his outfit. Although he has very limited resources, Tristan does have a thing for clothing, and as such, tries to dress as one would expect him too. this is usually black jeans with a t-shirt and a scarf, or sometimes a flannel shirt. Seeing as he doesn't really have that much clothes, he says it as a blessing if he even can change his outfit once a week. Like most of the people in his district however, he has to make do with steel toed work boots. On his own black pair, he has carefully stitched two lightning bolts, and a star on both, in some leftover gold coloured thread. As for blemishes, or birthmarks, Tristan has a a small, lightning shaped scar just to the left of his left eye, and eight long, pink scars along his back.

PERSONALITY .

“I WANNA FEEL, ALL THE CHEMICALS INSIDE”
I wanna feel, I wanna feel

Tristan is of the rather complicated sort. He's never been quite the same since he lost his sister, Star. He used to be full of big plans to overthrow the capitol that he would spew off to anyone who would care to listen. He would even sew coded messages into the binds of books, hoping one day someone might see them and rescue the districts. All he's ever wanted was to be a hero, and to have everyone realize how much he can really do. He wants to change lives, and he wants to specifically change his own. After his sister's avoxing however, he became a bit shut off. He stopped smiling, for one, and where he was loud and boisterous, he was quiet and reserved.

But one thing that's never changed about Tristan is that he is as stubborn as a mule. Once he decides something, it's really rather difficult to move him. No matter what your argument, he usually doesn't realize that he's wrong until everything, er, goes wrong. But when he's right, he can be very snotty about it, sometimes going so far as to walk around with a smug smile, and eyebrow wiggle for weeks. On the other hand, he is very anti-social. When in the classroom, he is very quiet, and seems to be always daydreaming, and quickly dismisses anyone who comes to talk with him. For this reason, he is often labeled as arrogant, where as the actuality is, he doesn't quite know how to interact with others. You could say he's sort of lost without his sister.

He is very quiet, enjoying silence more than words, because that is what he is used too. He doesn't really have a happy aura either. It's more like he is submissive to life or death. He has a heavy weight on his chest, and it feels like he could sink into the earth and just keep going until he fell out the other side. He's also angry a lot, because of what he caused, and what befell his family because of him. He doesn't laugh or smile a lot anymore. And when he does smile, it's more like the ghost of an expression, and whatever that spark was that was once in his eyes is now gone.

Tristan also has this problem where he likes everything to be very clean. So he's prone to washing himself at least twice a day. He keeps his work space and room completely tidy, and everything has it's place. if there is one thing out of place, he must fix it right away or it makes him feel edgy. if he even feels the tiniest bit dirty, it puts him on edge, so he has also taken to carrying around hand sanitizer. If something that he uses often gets dirty, he will stop whatever he is doing, and clean it. He does try his best to keep this trait hidden, knowing his bullies will tease him on a greater level for this prissyness. He only really developed this problem after losing his sister.

He has resigned himself to a colourless life, as a sort of penance, and as such does not believe in love or anything for himself. He feels that he does not deserve it. He doesn't even bother thinking about the days before his sister's disappearance because it hurts him too much t think how he has become, and to think of her stings like getting boiling water poured all over him, and just taking the heat, inviting it in. Hurting himself, however, has never even occured to him. It shows that somewhere, deep in there lies the happy Tristan. If someone could only pull him out, maybe they could save him from himself.

HISTORY .

“I WANNA SUNBURN JUST TO KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE”
To know I'm alive, to know I'm alive

Tristan was born to his mother and father exactly two years after his sister, as such, they share the same birthday but are one year apart. Because of this they grew up very close together. His sister's name was Star, due to the star shaped birthmark on the back of her neck. Tristan grew to admire his older sister greater, cherishing her friendship above all else. Not only was she older, but she was sweet tempered, and calm next to Tristan's fiery sunshine. When Tristan was bullied for his pride in himself, she would be there to comfort him.

When Tristan was cut on the head in an accident with some book binding scissors, she was there to clean his wound and console him. She even made up a nickname for him, which was "Light" because he was her fiery light. She always knew just what to say and do to make him a better person, and so Tristan counted her as his better half. She encouraged him to be more than he could be, and he took what she gave him and used it to lash out at the capitol. He had been angry for so long, ever since his only other friend had been reaped and had died on the very first day. He had spewed insults about the capitol to everyone he saw, not even caring if there was a peacekeeper around or not.

One day, he took things to the next level and began binding coded messages into the seam, in the hope that one from the district, or sympathetic people in the capitol might see it, and help him with his dreams for freedom. He was young and naive, and above all stupid. The peacekeepers found out what he was trying to do, and wanted to make an example out of him. But they wanted to do what would hurt him most, and send a permanent message out to anyone with the same feelings. Instead of punishing Tristan, they stole Star from her bed and avoxed her in front of Tristan's horrified eyes. The look of pain and terror in star's eyes was enough to send Tristan weeping to teh ground, begging for her life to be spared.

He promised he would do anything to save his sister, if she could only stay with him, he would take care of her. the Peacekeepers only spurned him and laughed. She was their's now. She was the price Tristan would pay for his crimes. Then to further make an example, they brought Tristan kicking and screaming into the District's square, and whipped him precisely eight times across his back. He was left there, unable to move or do anything to save his beloved sister as she was dragged away into the night, for crimes he had done.

Tristan never forgave himself for his sister's lost freedom, and his parents never forgave him either. He was not cast out from his home, but he chose to become a hermit, living in a crude shack just inside the town's limit, praying to be reaped so he can save his sister. He works as a bookbinder, still seething, but his embers of revolution were burnt out long ago.

ANYTHING ELSE ?

Don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't wanna know,
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go,
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming,
Of angels on the moon,
Where everyone you know,
Never leaves too soon

OUT OF CHARACTER .

I, ELEGANT.
am seventeen. I have been rping for two years, but I love doing it. I am very into acting, and singing, and I love to read and write. I enjoy meating other people in the c-box. I am also a female, and a Canadian! Just in case you're interested, 'Elegant' comes from the name of my blog title. In no way am I elegant. hur hur hur.

CODEWORD. odair
TALKING. 8B7B8B
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