Peter Saltblood District 4 (finished)
Apr 13, 2012 20:17:57 GMT -5
Post by Treethrower on Apr 13, 2012 20:17:57 GMT -5
Name: Peter Saltblood
Age: 46
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
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Age: 46
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:
Peter's hair is the color of sun-dried driftwood, framing a face of weathered skin and eyes the color of jade. The salty spray of the sea has dried his face, and the large scar on the right side of his face which extends from the corner of his mouth, curving towards his jawbone, and then up towards his ear is in stark relief. His skin tone is an olive-brown shade that comes from the constant exposure to the sun.Personality:
While he only stands at 5'7", his frame is corded with muscles that resemble the knotwork on his own ship. He has calluses on his hands, feet, and several parts of his arms and legs, where he wraps ropes, hauls in lines, and guts fish. He walks with a rolling gait, due to years upon the deck swaying with the tide.
On his ship, Captain Saltblood takes no quarter. He is as rough with his men as the Capitol was with District 13. He brooks no arguments, and his word is law. The only place where he can have it. Although he is stern with his men, he doesn't antagonize them unduly. If they perform well, he is generous with compliments and praise. Once a week, he will pick one sailor of the day, and tell him to rest, fulfilling that man's duties himself.History:
On shore, Peter is friendly to the point of joviality at most times. He may be struggling a bit in life, but he is doing what he loves. He deals his wares to several people, saving very few of the best cuts for himself at times. He makes a habit of not being around the peacekeepers as much as possible. Not because he has issues with them, but he doesn't want them to ever take notice of him. Nothing good ever comes of that.
When he is at home with his dog, Finn, he is usually contemplative. He sits in front of the small fish oil fire, reading whatever books he can find. He has a few stories written down, and stashed away around his house, but he doesn't know if they are any good, so he keeps them away from anyone else. He has never found a suitable woman in his years, and sometimes that causes him to fall into a deep depression. He still put on a mask of uncaring friendliness when he goes out, but his insides boil like the sea in a storm.
Peter knew he was going to fish for as long as he could remember. Being born in District 4, you really only have a few choices. It was either, be on a ship, or work in the cannery. In school they learned everything about every aspect of every occupation available to them. On a field trip to the cannery, he immediately decided he never wanted to work there. The smell was unbearable. The combination of human sweat mixed with rotting fish intestines did not set well with him.Codeword: ODAIR
He worked whenever he could on his knots, his repair skills, and his net mending. He was not going to be stuck as a Canner. His mother helped him whenever she could, but since she worked in the cannery itself, it didn't help much.
At age 9, she told him what had happened to his father. He was reaped a year after they were married. He was 18. He got slaughtered in the night by a team of Careers. He didn't even see it coming. The story broke his heart, and he finally understood why most of the people in town were so nice to him. For a while he resented the compassion, but soon he realized it was better than being ignored. They remembered his father. That made him proud.
From then on, he not only improved his skill at fishing, but his physical stature as well. He would not be caught unawares, ever. He slept in his room with the window open, and a small bell tied by string to his foot. The bell was outside, and if he turned in his sleep, it would ring. He trained himself to wake up to it every time.
His training was not needed for the Games, however. He was passed by on every reaping. He never wavered. He watched his District's Tributes fight and die with pride. He knew they tried their best, and that is all he could ever ask of them.
After years working on ships tending nets, and obeying orders, he was finally given a chance he had only dreamed of. His own ship. It was a tiny shrimper boat, but to him it was magnificent. He named it The Sleeping Tribute in honor of his father. And from then on, he set out to reach his freedom every day on the water.
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Played by: Tommy Flanagan