D12 // URIAH CATHAL WHYTE [DONE]

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D12 // URIAH CATHAL WHYTE [DONE] Feb 8, 2013 3:26:13 GMT -5

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Post by cass on Feb 8, 2013 3:26:13 GMT -5

Name: Uriah Cathal Whyte
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 12
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Personality:

SMART. PUSHY. LOVES TO TRY NEW THINGS. ADRENALINE JUNKY. SAH TOTES WILLING TO RISK MAH LIFE FOR FUN. LOGICAL THINKER. BUT THROWS IT OUT THE WINDOW. DOESN'T CARE JUST DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. GIVE ME A IDEA AND IT WILL BECOME REALITY. TELL ME TO JUMP OF A BRIDGE I WILL DIVE. WANTS TO PROVE TO EVERYONE THAT HE IS NO COWARD. HIDES HIS FEARS. SCARED OF HEIGHTS, SMALL SPACES AND PAIN. STRONG. I ONLY LIKE TO GET INTIMATE WITH PEOPLE I KNOW THAT ARE CAPABLE OF CARING FOR THEMSELVES.

History:

SNATCHED. BANG BOOM STOLEN. HIS TWIN BROTHER LIVES IN DISTRICT ONE. SEPARATED WHEN THERE DAD WAS KILLED IN HIS DRUG SELLING BUSINESS. MAMA COULDN'T PAY HER DEBTS OFF TO THE CORPORATION AND SO THEY TOOK ME AWAY. BUT DON'T WORRY PEEPS I HAVE A NEW FAMILY. ALTHOUGH I HATE THEM. I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SPITE THEM. REBELLIOUS.

Codeword: OH OH OH -RAISES HAND- PICK ME
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ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME.

GREEN AND ORANGE

ZOE'S SNATCHED PLOT!

Last Edit: Feb 12, 2013 5:18:17 GMT -5 by cass

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D12 // URIAH CATHAL WHYTE [DONE] Feb 9, 2013 21:11:00 GMT -5

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Post by cass on Feb 9, 2013 21:11:00 GMT -5

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name Uriah Cthal Whyte
age Eighteen
district Twelve
gender Male
occupation Poor boy trying to play a rich mans game.

I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

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I am a king

When I gaze down upon the world that I am in, I know I am a king, I know I am the highest and grandest of them all. No amount of light, strength or power will ever give these peasants the natural royalty that I hold. With every step that my feet take I can feel my shoulders draw back, my head tilt upwards, my brown eyes glaring at everyone, but no one at all times. My broad shoulders hold my body high, pride lingers in every fiber of my being. It runs more thickly through my veins then blood does and I am sure that the day that my pride breaks I will shatter with it.

A fire blazes within the depths of my eyes, each look that I send across to another being is filled with judgement. There are always standards to which people must be ranked upon. There are always requirements and needs that a person must have. Most of the time those needs must be meet before I even give them a second glance. A lot more of the time they must be what I deem to be perfect to get a spoken word from me. Yet, I find myself mixed into a game of chess, where every move I make is mirrored by another person's. Every time I speak I find myself falling further and further away from the restrictions I had bound myself by. People are infiltrating my expectations, pushing their way into my mind, the one place I am not safe.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
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There are no walls in a person's mind, nothing there to guard them from words. A king listens, even though he may not want to he does. There is no choice in that matter just as sometimes you have no choice in a game of chess. Sometimes you must move a piece to keep your king safe and so I do that, I move around the board, but never do I move. I play the game as a God as the king, the one they all must protect. My hands move from pawn to pawn, rook to rook, smoothly angling them towards the opponent with all the power of a God, I determine who lives and dies. Just as a king should.

As a piece falls -to be claimed by death. It tumbles off the edge of the board gone, a stolen life destroyed by the enemy, and so does a part of me get destroyed. Part of what makes me me is taken away and crushed, never to be seen again. It is something that can't be replaced, so I try to understand my subjects, I try to see the hungry eyed people in my district more then just beggars. I don't believe I am selfish, I just know when to act selflessly. No one in the world is ever always selfless and those that believe they are, are more foolish and unfathomably stupid then anyone. I play my people like I do with chess, there is always strategy with everything that I do. Logic mingles with every though and action that slips into my mind. Nothing happens for no reason. Just like a game of chess. In this game I always win.

Come away little lass
Come away to the water
To the ones that are waiting only for you
Come away little lass
Come away to the water
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My father is one of the richest people in the district. He holds a fair amount of power, more than he says, but less then he wants. He raised me to crave power; he raised me to be a king, to be a leader, to be the best. Sometimes I wonder if I am actually the player of this little game. I know I am the King, I know I am the centre of all pieces, the single most important part of the entire game. And I want to be the God, the one that commands the rest of my army. My pride bounds me and begs me to believe that I am, because I will never admit that I, like every piece on that board am a puppet. My father is the player; I know he is, he calls every shot. No matter how much I wish to believe each pawn dies because I told them to they don’t. And when your king becomes threatened he must move to safety. When danger threatens me I am forced to move, I can never fight it, because the God –my father- makes me.

Some part of me hates the idea of being another man’s treasure, his thing to play with. I am that to my father, I achieve everything to please him, I am everything because he has made me me. And I hate it; there is no freedom in becoming someone that you don’t want to be. I feel shaped and modelled into a sculpture that just doesn’t fit. A king is no one servant, a king is who they want to be, my father says and yet every time I question his authority I find an essence of who I am dissolving, especially as his sharp rebuke hits me and he snaps, telling me, yelling at me to never question him.

I can't escape myself
So many times i've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
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It is why I rebel. He says that a king is meant to stand back and watch that a king listens and tells, but never does. I believe with everything that is me, and only me that he is wrong. No real person can stand by and simply watch. I was never created to be that person. My father says that if I don’t follow him I am not and never will be him. Maybe I am not. This king stands for what is right, he stands tall and proud and never hides in the shadows of another person, no matter how tall that shadow may be. I want to push past him and become my own person, but sometimes stains are hard to remove and it takes time and effort, I just need to find the right mix to make it work.

I am a King.

Slowly the pieces slip from the board and slowly you begin to realise that you are losing. It is not my fault that I am losing; it is the players, the God, my father. And in those moments of realisation you find out what true courage means, you learn that to become your own person, to crack that perfected sculpture you need to be you. To be me I have to become a leader, to be me I must be a king, I just need to find my people and they are not here. My father once told me that he would disown me if I didn’t become who he wanted me to be; he said it in more words, with more venom and hate. I use to cringe away from the very thought of disobeying him, but now I am not so sure I am him. He is no king, he is only a pretender, and me, I will be the greatest King the world has ever seen.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
I can't control myself
I can't escape this hell
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Last Edit: Feb 12, 2013 5:17:54 GMT -5 by cass

cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	D12 // URIAH CATHAL WHYTE [DONE] Feb 12, 2013 5:18:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Feb 12, 2013 5:18:39 GMT -5 DONE ^.^

semper Retired Staff 2,354 POSTS last seen Jan 1, 2014 0:57:11 GMT -5	D12 // URIAH CATHAL WHYTE [DONE] Feb 12, 2013 17:47:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by semper on Feb 12, 2013 17:47:07 GMT -5 ngl Ryder would follow him to the ends of the earth if Uriah told him he was king xD ugh Sunny you're just perfect <333 [/size]
	i hear the mountains calling me home