D5 // HAFF FERDE {DONE}

NAME. HAFF FERDE
AGE. SEVENTEEN
DISTRICT. FIVE
GENDER. MALE I THINK
SEXUALITY. I LIKE GURRRLS
TALKING . GRUNTS
DOING. COPY CAT
DEEP THOUGHT. MY WORLD
HEARING. EVERYTHING

appearance.

The boy stands beside the tall massive beast. He reached higher that its shoulder blade. He was a much taller then average bay. His brown hair hung messily by his sides. Bits of hay and grass seemed to be glues to it. It seemed like boring hair, but there was a shine to it. It was healthy even though, it had been prehaps a yearsince it had lastbeen washed. He stood facing the horse, he stroked its fur in a rhythmatic fashion. His hands were strong and calloused for years of hard work. His shoulders bulged under the shirt, and with every movement his muscles rippled under is clothing. His body was strong for the hauling and mucking,but his hands alsoknew how to be delicate. They not only could lift and carry bales of hay, but they could also fix and make small things such as the bridle and saddle. They were hands that both knew how to work hard and knew how to fix the slightest of things. They were good hands.

He wore old tattered clothes, that were as dirty has his hair, they were ripped in places and clung tight to his body. This boy's autism had never once phased him. He had grown past it, and although he seemed to balance between reality and what he thought to be true he was a strong boy, he fought the dieses thatriddled his body. He didn't have a high case of Autism. Haff's eyes were porbably the most amazing thing about him. When his hair seemed so dulll his eyes were always bright and cheerful, they were always alight with colour and happiness. They were brown orbs of joy, they were happy and always willing to help.

personality.

He was a very patient boy, but his odd spills let him down easily. He although very patient was easily angered. He easily spilled the beans over the smallest of things, but it never bothered anyone they treated him with calm patience, never getting angry, or biting back at what he did. They treated him like a wounded animal, soft cooing words, that didn't hurt. Tender touches and gentle, slow movements around him. Like a wounded animal cornered. try not to be frightened before going in for the kill. Sometimes he would wonder if that was how they saw him, but it would be seconds on that thought before he would then get distracted.

Haff is a very gentle boy, he doesn't act like they all do around him. He isn't slow and quiet, he is normal. He acts as himself. He has such a gentle nature. His hands, and just himself are the most gentlest around animals. He loves the horses so much,it is always a soft touch, or a gentle stroke. Roughness is out of the equation for this boy when he is around animals. But he knows what it feels like to be treated as no more then an animal. He doesn't do this. he doesn't cooe the horses or patronise them. he is himself around them. He understand the horses so much. And in a away they understand him.

Haff is no more then a lost soul. He often finds himself wondering aimlessly. Lost in his own thoughts or what he thinks is real and is not. He doesn't know the difference, but he likes to put aside the truths and what he believes to be lies. When he is wrong, or he is told that isn't right, he will throw it all away and start again. Haff sees the world in a way that no other does. He doesn't see the trees as merely food, but also as life, and the very being of the Earth. When most just carelessly tug or rip off the leaves, he scowls his thoughts running wild. He believes that everything around him is truly alive, and that everyone his part of the Earth and to hurt it, to rip and pull, to disfigure what is everything that is special, and that is needed to keep this world going? it hurts him the most. Haff loves the word colour. it puzzle him. He doesn't thikn just a simple word is enough to describe the vibrant, bright and glowing things around him. There is no word to describe it.

history.

Who am I? The question always leaves him stumped it would often pop into his head.He would think for hours about it, then suddenly it would just disappear. He would find something else of interest and all thoughts of exactly who he was would disappear. He doesn't think he belongs here. He thinks he is different, and he is, but the different he thinks... He thinks he is someone who isn't meant to be a human. He thinks he has and always will be ananimal. Humans are animals, but we are slowyl growing out of the league, that is what makes ananimal. Haff, thinks that animals are really important. They are connected to the way the world works. They don't destroy it. He thinks that is why he can't speak.

Haff spends all his time with the horses, he particularly lives in their stalls, he spends all his time with the horses, he is as much a part of the horses life as they are his. Without him the family wouldn't be able to do their job. He cleans the horses, mucks them out and cares for them more then anyone. The family might love them, but they don't care for them as much as he does. Haff has never riden a horse in his life, but that doesn't matter to him. he cares for them enough. Riding has never been on his list of what to do with the horses. He doesn't think horses are meant for riding, but are more as freinds and family. he cares for them too much to sit atop them and kick them in the sides to obey your will. They are alive and have feelings. Haff believes so.

Whenever his familt travels Haff always tags along, but you will never se ehim in the show with the horses he is always there to just look after ad care. never ever to ride. When they travel and the shows are on Haff often wonders about looking at all the odd things in the districts, most people ignore him. They don't hink anything of him. he is just a silent person that works around. usually with a distant look in his eyes. As if he is in some far off world. He probabaly is. Life is simple for the boy, it is hard work,but he loves what he does. He gets to spend his day with the animals that make his life joy, and when the go on shows he gets to see places he has never seen before. It is a good life that the young boy enjoys. But sometimes he wishes he could see more into the world that surrounds him. But he gets distracted to easily.

other.

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