Re: PREMAT, nox [peacekeeeper] *fin

NOX PREMAT
MALE
DISTRICT 8 PEACEKEEPER
NATIVE OF DISTRICT 2
BORN IN THE YEAR OF THE 34th HUNGER GAMES (23 as of 57TH GAMES)
BISEXUAL, AND VERY CONFUSED

SHALL I compare THEE to A summer's day?

He isn't extremely intimidating, appearance-wise. Try as he might, Nox, standing at a sort of measly 5'5", really isn't tall compared to many other Peacekeepers on the force. Sure, perhaps when he's wearing that white uniform he'll seem to be a bit more threatening, but since many adolescents and adults can see above his head, he really needs to attempt to "persuade" them to listen to him. And by persuade, he means that he'll wave his gun in front of their face, aiming it right in between their eyes. A lot of the time, it works. But on the off chance that they're not even affected by his threats, if riled to the point that he snaps, he may actually shoot the dammed weapon. But if not furious, he'll simply look them in the eye (normally he'll tilt his chin up, for emphasis he claims. But really, it's to make sure that he can see their eyes), and state "I'm watching you, punk. Don't make that mistake again."

Nox weighs about 150 lbs, most of the weight pertaining to his muscles, instead of fat. He could be considered to be ripped - most of his muscles are easily visible, some of the contours are able to be seen under the shirt that he wears. This has made him think that he actually is intimidating though, and of course his muscles do have a factor in it. But the fact that he is merely an average height for a pre-pubescent boy hinders his attempts to make others become very unnerved by his presence. The best he'd be able to do is most likely slight discomfort, which does irk him at times. Cursing his height, he attempts to work out more, although recently he has not had significant increases in the size of his muscles. He attributes this to having to work out even more, but in reality he probably should just vary his exercises.

Pale skin covers his body - he doesn't really have the chance to absorb sun, seeing that he lives in District 8, which could easily be labeled as one of the most polluted Districts of Panem. Therefore, it's difficult for the sun to break through the smoke and haze, plunging District 8 into a somewhat sunny-less environment most of the time. Not even having a farmer's tan, he's the same cream tone all along his frame. He prides himself in being blessed with adolescent years that didn't consist of too much acne, so he doesn't have many scars from picking or scratching at the pus-filled pockets. However, he does burn extremely easily, which is why he's actually sort of glad to be living in District 8 - that way, he barely gets any sun on his skin at all (which isn't good for his vitamin D levels, but nonetheless). However, there is a jagged on his arm that's been caused from losing a chunk of flesh. A "battle wound", he calls it, when in reality that wasn't the case.

Healthy, smooth hair adorns his head. It's very dark brown, similar to black, creating a good example of contrast - the dark hair against the light skin, that is. Normally, the locks are cut short, ending just past the top of his ear. When it grows longer, it becomes curlier, and becomes very hard to manage. Therefore, keeping it short enables him to rush out of the house without making the day a particularly bad hair day. Since a peacekeeper, he's been able to acquire a small assortment of shampoos, so unlike many of District 8, his hair is very clean, and doesn't tend to be oily . He is however, going through premature balding, and therefore has a little bald spot on the back of his head. It irks him greatly.

He's got brown eyes. The irises are a dark brown and almost seems to blend in with the pupil, giving him somewhat of an eerie look. It seems to look like one large circle instead of two separate rings of color, which could possibly make a person uncomfortable. However, Nox doesn't notice this, and therefore has not used the tactic of staring at someone with the intent of making them scared simply by his eyes. Instead, glares are accompanied with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl. The eyes tend to be bloodshot, for oftentimes, he doesn't get much sleep. In addition, he's also color-blind. He can't differentiate the difference between red and green. He's never revealed this fact - he fears if this knowledge were to come to light, he'd be unceremoniously kicked out of the Peacekeeping squad.

He has a well defined face - strong cheekbones, a slightly large forehead. The top of his head is a bit egg-shaped, sort of like an oval, but slopes into soft angles as you travel down his face. They smoothly transition to his strong chin, giving him the sense of having a stereotypical masculine-like face while still retaining the adolescent/childhood round-like characteristics that make him look a year or two younger than he actually is. He's very thankful that he doesn't have bony cheekbones or anything, because looking gaunt would simply make him look old and weak, and he really doesn't want to look like anything of that sort. Facial hair also occasionally occupies his face - sometimes he feels like shaving it off. Other times he's simply too lazy and/or busy to do so, resulting in a mustache and beard.

His teeth aren't the best thing in the world. They're a bit yellow (he doesn't brush his teeth well), but that isn't the problem. He has a slight overbite as well, but his teeth are crooked. It doesn't stop him from smiling or anything, but some people might find it unattractive. Sure, brushing his teeth better will cause them to whiten, but only Capitol technology can fix his teeth to be straight.

Too bad he's not from the Capitol.

THOU art more LOVELY and MORE temperate

He's much friendlier than one would expect of a Peacekeeper. Perhaps they would expect corruption and an overconfident personality, with sadistic tendencies as well. However, he's actually rather friendly to most people, feeling sympathetic for many of them, especially when he sees the children. He wishes that they could have had a privileged life such as his, and at times he attempts to cheer them up with a little silly face or something. In this sense, he's rather outgoing as well, going out of his way to talk to another, or even smile at someone else. He likes making others smile and laugh, and occasionally wonders if he should have enrolled in a different profession, one that doesn't require the "interrogation" of others.

However, in his minds, becoming a Peacekeeper was one of the only ways to get ahead in life - sure, he could have lived out a meager existence training others in District 2 for the games, but he'd feel a bit trapped. He always had some yearning to get out of the Nut, traveling a bit, and the only way to do that was to either be reincarnated as a Capitolite, or become a Peacekeeper. The second idea seemed much more plausible. So being ambitious, he had joined the force. Even today, he yearns to get ahead, going out of his way to complete certain tasks and errands, if only to get on the head peacekeeper's good side. He may not like performing these duties, but sometimes they just have to be done.

Yet he doesn't like the fact that he has to use violence. A pacifist at heart, he would prefer to simply glare at someone, maybe give them a stern talking to instead of smashing legs into broken bits or cutting off fingers. So when forced to interrogate someone, he'll take the more diplomatic approach, attempting to peacefully retrieve information before resorting to different tactics. When forced to do these things, he gets rather flustered and upset, as well as a bit nauseous. He never did have a passion for bloodlust, which could be the reason as to why he never yearned to win the Hunger Games, unlike his older brother. But by joining the Peacekeeping force, he was completely oblivious that violence was almost always the answer. Still stuck in the mindset that he doesn't have to use violence to get answers, he seems to be a bit naive, or maybe stubborn, if not simply ignorant. In fact, if he's being bothered by a district individual (most likely dunk/high out of their minds; people tend not to attempt to annoy Peacekeepers. It tends to bite them in the butt in the end), he'll glare at them, threaten to do something, and walk away, telling the offender that "he's watching them". This isn't really a good tactic to use in order to gain respect, but he just really likes to stay away from using his gun.

However, he suffers from panic attacks at some (mostly stressful) points that cause him to be extremely impulsive (in the sense that he's so freaked out that he could act extremely paranoid). He might even be driven to shoot at anyone who threatens to harm him (or possibly his fellow Peacekeepers - he's very loyal). He does attempt to control this, but it's hard, especially when you have a very bad feeling that something terrible is going to happen, and fear has gripped you and will not let go until you do something to calm you nerves. Unfortunately, sometimes that doesn't happen, at at worst he almost loses his marbles, going off on tangents that he is going to die, or something of that sort. He also feels like he can't breathe, leading to him gasping for air.

He also has trust issues stemming from a very intimate encounter that left him feeling betrayed and very confused. Therefore, he isn't quite willing to trust many people, unless if they're children (he simply cannot see how a child can do anything wrong - they're a child, and he believes that they need time to grow and learn what's right and wrong) or he's known them for a long time and knows how they work. However, if he does manage to trust someone, he'll be rather clingy at times, preferring to hang out with them only, for there really isn't anyone else that he can hang out with. He knows that it's a pretty bad trait to have, and at times he attempts to be less cling-like, but it's very hard for him to control this, and he needs someone to be an anchor of sorts, while he sorts things out. He's also pretty sensitive. Perhaps he'll act like something doesn't bother him, but as soon as he's out of sight he might just start tearing up. And then he doesn't trust them as much due to the slightly scathing comment. It's a rather vicious cycle.

rough WINDS do shake the DARLING buds of MAY

When was the last time
You thought of me
Oh have you completely erased me from your memory
I often think about where I went wrong
The more I do the less I know

His mother was a victor. Therefore, it's not too surprising that she and her husband were to raise their children in a similar fashion. Perhaps the father was hoping to gain some bragging rights, but his mother never really seemed to care whether the children were to attend training or not. She, after all, had been through hell and back, only to find that not many people cared about the hardships that she had went through. Sure, they were glad that she was back, and they were glad that she had won District 2 honor, but they hadn't experienced the gore for themselves. She noticed that the residents were far too absorbed in the fact that District 2 had finally gained another spot in the record books to really care about her well being. So, perhaps secretly, she resolved to try to warn her children about the horrors of the games, but only when they were older.

Their twins, Vafer and Nox, both bright young boys, had been mainly brought up by their father during infancy - the mother was sometimes called away on mentoring duties, and when she was at home, she tended to be a bit absentminded, accidentally dropping bottles and food and such. Her husband felt that she should not be near the duo, for what if they were to get hurt? It would ruin their chances of performing as well for the games, he thought. She, on the other hand, didn't see the harm in taking care of her own children. She bore them after all. So the duo fought for a time before he finally relented, allowing the victor to finally spend time with her sons. She was pleased that Nox seemed to have a peaceful nature, preferring to sit out of fake Hunger Games competitions between the neighborhood kids. Vafer on the other hand, loved it, much to her chagrin. But nonetheless, she adored her children, no matter what their view on the Hunger Games was.

Naturally, being from District 2, Vafer and Nox were one of many children to attend training. They both thrived in the environment - Vafer out of sheer willpower, Nox out of pure talent. The boy never liked the training sessions though, and each night he would come home, tears in his eyes from the stress that was being put upon him to volunteer for the games during the years that he was eligible. His mother understood this, but there wasn't much she could do, besides tell him not to volunteer. But the peer pressure was so great at points that the boy simply wanted to curl up and die, allowing Vafer to go into the games, or something like that. He did want to be successful, just not in the way that involved decapitating someone.

Vafer on the other hand, was jealous at his brother, who seemed to have everything going for him, yet refused to participate. The two twins began to dislike each other. Nox absolutely hated Vafer's pompous asshole-ness, while Vafer found Nox's meek attitude irritating to the extent that he ground his teeth whenever his brother made a "ridiculous comment", like expressing his disinterest in the games.This feud of sorts reached its climax when they finally turned 19, and neither of them had been reaped for the games. Nox was relieved - he wouldn't have to face the horrors that his mother had been through. Vafer however, was repulsed at his twin's attitude. How could he think that way? The Games were something that was revered, in his mind.

Nox however, simply wanted to get out of District 2. For a while, he had become interested in the other districts, asking teachers what life was like in other parts of Panem. The teachers didn't know however, and instead he went and asked some Peacekeepers in the Nut. Realizing that becoming a Peacekeeper meant status, as well as a change in scenery, the boy quickly signed up, not fully realizing the consequences until he was in training. To him, it seemed almost worse than training for the games - he learned how to torture normal citizens, something which he despised with a passion. When expressing his disgust at the dinner table, Vafer would always stalk out of the room, slamming his door and yelling about how his brother was too busy complaining to enjoy the power (Vafer had decided to become a trainer in the Training Center, and was beginning to regret his actions, being told off about how useless he was many times during the day). In return, Nox would tell his brother off for being too bloodthirsty, wanting something that he'd never have.

And one day, Vafer snapped, in a way. Their mother was away - she had been invited to the Capitol to be a spectator for the 56th Games. The two District 2 tributes had already been talk of the town (Nox felt horrible that one died by a red sandal, while Vafer found it hilarious, if not a bit sad), and even though she wasn't one of the mentors that year, victors from the career districts had become popular again - District 12 had been forgotten about for a little bit. Their father had been out, mining in one of the stone quarries.

The twins had been arguing again, over something trivial, and it had escalated to the point that they were practically at each other's throats, when Vafer lunged at his twin in a completely different way than what Nox had been expecting. Needless to say, their father was rather shocked when he walked in on the two of them. Vafer immediately became defensive, saying that Nox had jumped on him and he was too tired to fight back effectively. Nox was simply blushing, and even though it wasn't true, he was far too embarrassed to speak. His father then took the initiative, kicking Nox out of the house. Called a faggot and a rapist (even though the real rapist was standing right next to the older man) by his own father, he was rather upset, wandering around the streets for a few hours before returning to the Nut, training his heart out, trying to just not think about how lustful his brother had been, and how angry his father had acted. In addition, he was rather confused, because some part of him actually liked what his brother had done, which made him feel lower than dirt. He had had romantic relations with females before, but the fact that he found that to be somewhat enjoyable terrified him greatly. What if he was a "fag", like his father had said? He blamed Vafer for all of this.

He had trusted his brother, loved his brother. Unconditional love was always a bitch like that, creating bonds which took a lot of strain to be severed. And now his twin had stepped over that line, and he had been cast out of his family for good (his mother, only getting the story from the so-called "victim", agreed completely with the decision, sobbing late at night over how her exiled son had become a monster). If he couldn't trust his brother, how could he trust anyone else? So he became wary, not letting everyone into his little world, but clinging to them tightly once they entered. In this sense, he lost a good amount of friends that he could have kept, but he just needed someone to help him, even if they didn't know why they were doing so.

By the end of the games, Ms. Topaz Ross was designated as the victor of the 56th Hunger Games, and he was shipped off to District 8. With his past behind him, he does feel a little bit better about the whole ordeal, although at some points he wonders if his brother even thought about the consequences to his actions. But he tries not to think about hit, preferring to walk around District 8, enjoying the sights and such, and attempting to keep order.

and summer's LEASE hath all TOO short a DATE

the codeword is odair (oops)
the face claim is BLOOM, ORLANDO
the color is C6AC26
the other color is C68526
embodiment of IGNORANCE