The Grin -PeaceKeeper- {FIN}

Edward "The Grin" Terrill
Thirty years of age
Male
Peacekeeper - District Seven
odair
Fc is Jim Carrey
Theme: What's my age again by Blink 182

Do his eyes stare into your soul?

Wispy straw-like hair often fans out from his head like the feathers of a bird in the middle of strutting a peculiar mating dance. When he feels he has the time to bother about getting it under control, it looks more like a slicked teardrop of chocolate mousse. It is kept at regulation length, as men in his profession are encouraged to dress smartly and look freshly neat, polished to the point of being shiny, with just a hint of imposed posturing. It just didn’t cut it to look like a slobbering oaf when the people under you were supposed to respectfully fear you. And as far as peacekeepers go, Edward means to be styling, whether or not his brown locks were the shade of the bark that lined the infernal trees of the district of which he had been regrettably assigned.

Twinkling merrily on his better days are the twin orbs of eyes a shade of bluish grey that could remind a person of the hispanica hyacinthoides; better known as the spanish bluebell. Though, if one were to actually tell him this, he’d groan and walk away, the less he is talked to about foliage the better. The skin underneath his eyes are in a state of being perpetually red and swollen for the better part of the year, the orbs themselves backlit by a rheumy pink and a watery tint. Occasionally, he can be spotted dabbing at them with the corner of a handkerchief.

But, worse than that is his nose. Long and wide, it wasn’t really much to look at before he was sent to work in the seventh district of Panem. It’s normally a shade of beet red, with crusty dead skin peeling off all up and down it; a side effect of always being blown, after all it wouldn’t do for a head peacekeeper to have unsightly mucus dripping down the front of his face and onto his uniform. A small price to pay, but a price he pays in full far more times than he would like. It is not uncommon to witness him balling up a used napkin and chucking it carelessly behind him.

His mouth remains the only feature that is not affected by the seasonal allergies that plague him every year. Lips parted in mirth when he isn’t sneezing himself half to death, Edward’s penchant for carting would be criminals away with a smile combined with the redness of his nose has earned him the nicknames of “The Grin” or “Laughing Jack”, as well as the whispered insult of “The Clown”. The perfectly straight white teeth of someone born in raised in the capitol shine when he laughs or smiles, things he is almost never seen without doing, as someone who seriously enjoys his job stopping crime among the lumberjacks and papermakers.

Loping along on long legs, Ed’s height stops at around six feet and and single inch, though that extra inch might just be his hair sticking up. The frame belonging to Peacekeeper Terrill is said to be a wiry one. Arms full of sinewy strength that end in surprisingly soft hands from which sprout thin piano-playing fingers. Or at least, they would be considered that if he bothered to play a musical instrument as such. Terrill keeps his girth streamlined and lean. Fitting into one's uniform might be difficult for officers that let themselves go, but not for those like The Grin.

Can we just agree that he’s cleverer than you?

Edward didn’t become an enforcer of the law just for the pay or for the opportunity to travel between districts and see the country. no, he became one because he was simply and inexorably... bored. The capitol has never offered much in the way of challenges for the inquisitive mind, and Ed could feel himself going a bit stir-crazy with having everything he wanted on a whim. He is by nature an intellectual, fascinated by puzzles and mind games and the like.

And like most capitolites, he has his eccentricities.

Finding the annual games to be quite a satirical take on life and death, he views the gladiatorial combat and the lovers angst with a flamboyant glee; after all those are the things that make good television. Children bother him, as there appear to be far more of them than adults wherever he goes, so any government appointed culling is welcome, and having popcorn to eat while watching it is just the delectable icing on the cake of his cinematic adventure.

When it comes to his co-workers, he has often felt like peacekeepers are too much of a grim and humorless lot. What’s wrong with having a bit of fun? Lighten up for goodness sake, it’s not like there is really anything for them to worry about. The number of Peacekeepers killed in the line of duty was infinitely small. Plus, with the detention filled with all manner of miscreants, there was hardly anything for them to do anyway. However, much to his chagrin, his attempts at injecting humor into humorless situations tend to be rebuffed by the more stoic members of his profession.

If seen on patrol, Ed can often be heard snickering to himself about some joke he thought up and has yet to share. These little jokes are usually spouted whilst apprehending a criminal, adding a little brevity to the situation. Considering lawbreakers to be dumb, as they should know what awaits them when they choose to break the law, he will talk down to them, tut tutting at them like they were a child that had eaten too much candy and spoiled their appetite for dinner. Of course, after some time spent in the Detention Center they wouldn’t have much of an appetite left. An irony he finds hysterically hilarious.

As Peacekeepers are not to know love, or otherwise carry on relationships that would detract from their business, he has never pursued anything of the sort, beyond a fling he had before entering the academy. Being a Peacekeeper is can be a lonely profession, another reason for his humorous outlook on life. You have to keep yourself busy before you go crazy. Every person is the sum of their parts. If there are a few parts left over after assemblage... They might have a few screws loose.

Is it crazy to think you’re the only sane person you know?

Childhood was an easy enough hurdle to for him to jump over in the Capitol. Both of his parents worked well to do jobs, his father a specialist in body modification (implants, piercings, tattoos, and facial reconstruction)and his mother a model for a line of sequined over the top clothing. The jobs they had kept them quite busy as he was growing up, in fact sometimes he wondered when they had ever gotten a long enough break from work to conceive him. Ed found himself shuffled from boarding school to boarding school as the years wore on, never really interacting with either of them that much. It was during this time period that he decided to find ways to amuse himself in lieu of parental attention.

With a smile plastered across his face, Ed skated through school earning himself a reputation for being both the class clown and a teachers pet. Making up riddles, posing questions that others were at a loss to answer. Craving the adoration of others, he stopped at no length to get some laughs or pull some pranks. As a child, his opinion of the games was that someone viewing an action film. Heroes, villains, love, loss, drama. Why wouldn’t he enjoy it?

Upon his graduation, he signed up with an acting troupe an attempt to break into show-biz; however he soon found it to be a fruitless endeavor as no show could the annual games for ratings. Quickly becoming bored with his fellow actors and the overall lack of work, he quit and spent a year doing some serious soul-searching. When he was twenty-one, he realized that the districts wouldn't have someone of his artistic caliber to brighten the day with his special brand of comedy. But how to do so? The answer was simple; become a peacekeeper and make them laugh, make them laugh until they cried, make them laugh until they died. Anything for a good joke right?

The next few years were spent going through the training regimen of Panem's protectors, a time he spent learning that so many of his fellows had no concept of the idea of fun. Some of them seemed a tad unsettled that he always smiled. At the age of twenty-four,Ed captured his first criminal, a med student attempting to climb the fence and run away in some kind of misguided attempt to help the less fortunate. Grinning, he had pulled them off of the fence, spouting a line he had thought up about doctors without borders. They tried to fight back and get away, prompting him to grab the closest blunt object, which oddly enough, was a crowbar left by some construction worker, and savagely beating them senseless with it, all the while, laughing and asking them if they knew any good doctors.


Five years have passed since that first capture, and time has dragged on since then. A few weeks after turning them in, he found himself reassigned to his district. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the flora; and the nhabitants seem to be as hard as wood themselves.To this day he's halfway convinced that he was assigned to district seven as a joke, as his allergies were certainly mentioned in his files. If that's the case, its a joke well-played. And a joke for which he still awaits the punchline.

It’s showtime.