WASP HOPPER D7 [THE WOODCUTTER] {FINISHED}

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NAME. WASP HOPPER
AGE. SEVENTEEN
DISTRICT. SEVEN
GENDER. MALE
SEXUALITY. I’M NOT SURE
TALKING . KIND WORDS
DOING. CHOPPING
DEEP THOUGHT. SWEET DREAMS
HEARING. PRIDE

appearance}

I'm not the picture perfectness of beauty, being handsome, or normality. I'm well nothing. I don't pride myself on looks, I don't befriend one because of there appearance, to me the outside of one accounts for nothing other then memories, stories and maybe even the worst that has happened. Things like scars tell a story, hair done up to look pretty does not. One that looks picture perfect or tries very hard to be that kind of person... is probably the opposite, the people that try to hide are trying to cover it all up, they are hiding and trying to remove every single thing they can of their past, so much that they try to change how they look. I did that.

I changed how I looked, I changed how i act, I use to be a a really bad person, with long hair, hair that went past my shoulders and settled like a brown curtain around my face, but then I chopped it off until it was no more then the length of a pencil. I left it just above my shoulders and changed it to a morre wild untamed look. I like it long, short is just too neat. I a neat person, I'm a bit OCD. But when it comes to my hair, I am a hypocrite, hair doesn't tell a story, but in my case it does. Mines messy and unruly because it says something about me. I'm an orderly person that is neat, my hair shows that there is another side. That everyone has two sides. There are always teo sodes to a story. My story has two sides. I don't know which is right.

But my story has to wait apparently I need to tell you all what kind of person I am on both the inside and out side before I delve into my past, before I bring forth the story of my life. So you will have to be patient with me,as I like deep detail and the thought of missing something is obsurd to me. I'll start with my lips. They are full and pink just like anyones else, they are a little thicker then normal, but to be honestwhat is normal? There is no specific standard one must seek, no one has a sense of normalality around them. Not one person looks like another. Normal has no meaning, because no matter how much you try to look normal you can't because there is no such thing as being the same. Uniformity doesn't exist.

OK so then from my lips you get a nose, its average,plain and simple, the wayI like it, it doesn't bulge out excessivley and doesn't seem to blend into me either. I like the way it is slightly crooked a little to the right. It's what makes me, and I'm proud of it. I am a very proud person, everything about me I'm proud of. Its all about pride. So eventually my nose runs up my forhead, but just before you hit my forehead to the left and right are me eyes. They are nothing special just a light grey. They are a really light shade around inside and turn darker as they reach the outside, eventually reaching a black.

They are usually light with a softness that is only eveer removed when I'm angry, pride easily shines in my eyes, but apart from the poeople I know so well emotions seem to fade into the deep depths of the greys, the blend in hiding the very essence of who I am. I wouldn't want anyone to know. My secrets are mine, my eyes hide everything that I have been through. They are the gateway to my life. Theyare all that stands between insanity and real life. I know that I'm on the edge of insanity, the brink of a lunatic, but I balance on the beam, and I have yet to fall.

I have very strong arms and shoulders as well as back., from spending a life time of hammering away at trees. I have strong legs from lugging the branckes and logs, over all I have a strong body, and because of the little extra money I have also earned from the wood and puppets plays I am healthy. I have a healthy body that I'm proud of and I know that if anything were to happen to me or the people I care about I know I could, and would fight for them. I have the strength to do so.

situations where it's easy to look down on you

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personality}

So you all know what I look like, you know that my eyes are grey, I have a strong and healthy body and a nose that tilts slightly to the right. You might think that my appearance is all you need to know, but ones true inside his hidden underneath it all. I'm hidden, hiding undernath this disguise, and guess what you are all going to find out the kind of person I am. I hope you like me

I'm a proud fool. I'll start off with that. I'm proud. I get offended easily, and even though I'm honestly a really sweet guy, hurt my pride and I'm not happy. My pride is easily hurt, so guess words must be tredded carefully around me. My pride is what I stand for it is easily hurtand I know that that is not a good thing, but I really like who I am and I am proud of it. I am really happy with the person that I am, and no one can change that. I wouldn't let anyone change me. Ever since elana, I have never let anyone change who I am, she destroyed me.

[/i] My pride makes me a bitter person, as well as stubborn, if i have an idea or opinion I will stick to it as best as I can, but other then pride, stuborness and bitterness, I don't think there is a bad bone in my body. I'm a really decent down to Earth guy that loves life so much.

I love my sister simuch Bunny is my life, I love her so much. I don't want her to end up like me stuck with no where to go. I want her to have a good life, a life that I am yet to have. i don't want her to miss out and least of all it would kill me to see her in pain. It hurt so much when my heart was broken and I think the reason why I'm so protective of her is because I lover her so much. I just can't see her get hurt. I have been hurt enough, I have seen enough pain in my life to know that I couldn't to know that no matter how much I tried i could never stop caring I can and will never stop trying to protect her. i don't care if she hates me for it I love her and if she was ever hurt it would break me. It would hurt me more then going into the Hunger Games. It would push me over the edge. I know that if anything ever happened to her. I would go insane I would fall of that beam and into the grasp of insanity. She is so precious.[/i]

I like stealing, well I don't like doing it I just do it. Its like a small release, a slight rebellion against the Capitol. But it is all mine. SOmetimes when I'm out in the woods chopping for my best bud the Carver I start to cry. I cry and cry, because I know just how much my sister hates me, the way she screams and yells at me, chucking fowl looks and glares at me whenever our eyes meet. It rips me. It hurts to know that no matter how hard I try to make her life perfect, better then i could ever had she will never be happy. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just leave her, but then I remember my parents and I know that it is my job to protect her. I will forever. When I cut down trees all the despair and anger and pain that I feel goes into my work, so that way when I get home I'm prepared for her onslaught her hate and anger. I throw myself into it knowing that at least she is safe. Sometimes I cry justbecause I know I don't have the strength to leave her or tell her how much she hurts me. I don't ever want to hurt her, and I know that if i told her how I felt it would hurt her. I couldn't do that.[/blockquote][/justify][/size][/blockquote]

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history}

You know my looks and even more importantly the kind of person I am on the inside. I guess it has all lead up to the point in which i tell you my life sorrows and all the bad has happened to me. I to be honest don't know why I can't drag out a good storysometimes I wish I could, but the harder I try to think of happiness and bliss the farther away it seems to run from my hands, sliding between my outstretched graspas I feebly try to cling to any part of it. But I'm losing it. I'm losing all of it. No matter how many times I close my eyes and hope for some luck, some ray of light in a depressed life nothing comes I find myself opening eyes and staring blindly back again into the life I have. Sad really. My life, but I think it is time I told someone a story of happiness, and of pain. The story that changed my life for both good and bad.

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It was a long time ago, I think i was sixteen years old ok so it wasn't that long ago, but for me a year goes by so slowly!I had been going out with this since I was fourteen. I loved her, and I had decided to take her into the woods for a walk,to a little place i had found. It was a very smallpond, but deep and the wate fresh. Long reeds grow out on one side, and being Spring little flowers bubbled across the topp of them. In the pond, lilies floated, and if you looked clode enough here and there a fish would surface briefly before swimming away. It was a beautiful place, a place that I loved so much. A place that I thought was special enough to show her. I didn't think she would tear my heart out here.[/blockquote][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

[/i] I stopped just before the pond and covered her eyes with myhands, she flinched away, and I think that was when the doubt started, but I was too happy, and I dismissed the thought straight away. Her blonder her blew into my face, as well as the scent of pine and juniper that always seemed to go with her.

I uncovered her eyes, and watched as at first she just stared, then she frowned. My heart seemed to stop beating in my chest. I felt my pulse quicken and all of a sudden I felt like falling. I didn't like the way she looked, she should be smiling, happy at what she saw. This place was magical and until now it had been all mine. She turns around and looks at me. I didn't understand, it was all happening too fast. "Look Wasp..." She mumbled, averting my eyes. I swallowed hard. "I have to go." she said simply. She turned around and started to walk. I stared at her confused, was she tired, I didn't understand. "What do you mean?" I called out dumbfounded. "I mean its over." She said harshly. It made me stop, the way her words seem to hit me like a rock. The way she spoke to me. I had not heard that tone before I didn't know such a gentle girl could talk like that. It hurt, but then again everything had alwasy hurt.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

I watched her go that day. I stood there and whatched as she disapeared behind the trees out of view. Out of my life. None of it would settle, none of it sunk in. I guess mybody didn't agree with it as much as my head. But I guess when I felt the first tear rolld own my cheek I knew that I was catching up. I knew that before long i would break down. I had to get out of there. As I was walking home, I tripped on a rock and went flying onto the ground. Myworld had been shattered and I to be honesthad no energy, I just didn't want to stand up again. I lay there in the middle of the ground head in the dirt. I'd given up.

Then I heard someone, I looked up to see a boy staring atme,with a piece of wood in his hands. He looked as if he had been carving something, but I didn't care. I plonk my head back down onto the cool Earth. I almost jump when I feel a light touch on my shoulder. I look, startled to see the boy kneeling down his hand slightly extended as if he was going to touch my shoulder again. I give him a weak smile. He gives me a kind one in return. I don't know why, but that smile makes me get up, I move myself into a sitting position, and the boy smiles again. I find myself smiling in return. I felt empty and hollow, but as I sat up, I felt happy, warm and fuzzy. This boy was magic

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That's the Carver, we became best friends, but still to this day I can't shake off the warmfeeling I get whenever I'm around him. I never sw my ex again, and I never looked at another girl the same way. I stayed away from it all, from all of them. I kept to myself collecting my wood, getting it for the carver. I stayed by his side because I had found someone I felt safe around and prehaps the only person who could sraw out a cheeky grin. I think we have a strong friendship. Maybe there is more to it. When I see him everything lights up around me. I feel happy and joyful. In a way I kinda feel how I once did around my old girlfriend.

other}

FACE CLAIM. KEVIN ZEGGERS
LYRICS.EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE by Everclear
OTHER CHARRIES.HERE <3
CODEWORD. WHERE IS FINNICK? ODAIR HE IS!

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO GIVE ELEGANT CREDIT FOR THE GENERAL LAYOUT OF THIS TEMPLATE, I HAVE ASKED HER SO THANKS HUN <333 THIS IS ALSO FOR THE AMAZING PUPPETMASTERS PLOT!

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