Celadon Tatterdem (D12)
Oct 5, 2011 17:23:35 GMT -5
Post by Delphin on Oct 5, 2011 17:23:35 GMT -5
Name: Celadon Tatterdem
Nicknames: Cel, Donny, Tatters
District/Area: District 12
Age: 16
Appearance: Celadon has the classic seam coloring: black hair, usually unruly, olive skin, and grey eyes. If you look closely, and the light is forgiving, you can see flickers of green within the grey, which is probably where he got his name. He is 5'8" and still growing. He isn't terribly tall, but has the potential of it. He has sturdy shoulders, and a long lanky figure. His muscles have yet to fill out all the way, but he is strong, and the lack of food recently isn't speeding up the process.
He usually wears dark clothes whenever he can get a hold of them, but the commonality of khaki pants is a pain in his mother's side. After some time, she stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of them. On special occasions, both good and bad, Celadon breaks out a light blue button down shirt.
Personality: Celadon is a real sweetie at heart, once you get through the tough exterior. Many more people than he would like to let on touch and shape his personality and beliefs. A prime example would be a small townie girl who taught Cel about the effects of bullying. She got reaped two years later. He never did go talk to her. He never did say goodbye.
Though an only child, Celadon grew up surrounded by other boys, and quickly learned to be sarcastic when being funny, and serious when not. His favorite catchline is "That killed me," though, not literally, of course.
Celadon's biggest fear is the Capitol (and when his mother is angry, of course.) He is aware of the grip the Capitol has on the Districts, and is thankful that District 12 is so poor that it escapes much notice from the Capitol and the richer districts. Celadon isn't the kind of boy who would ever let his fears direct his life, which might be his biggest strength.
Cel has big hands, and is good at using them, after the movement has become second nature. Doing things that need nimble fingers for the first time frustrated him to no end. But after lots of practice (Cel is much to stubborn to give up) he can complete the job with ease. His love for music and his stubborn streak are the only things that got him through playing the guitar, but now he plays well, and often.
History: Celadon Tatterdem was born to a miner married to a miner's daughter. His father died very young, before Cel could get any siblings. By the time he was five, Cel had forgotten his father's face, and his voice. He learned not to ask after his father by seven, because of the pain it caused his mother, Clare.
At the age of nine of ten, Celadon's music teacher inspired him to learn how to play the guitar. He always loved the small campfires that District 12 residents held, usually just those within the radius of a few houses. The talking, the stories, and the laughing were always a highlight to Celadon's weekend, and he couldn't wait until it was dark enough for a small fire to be lit. They sung songs, and Celadon wanted to be one of the ones who played. His music teacher, Mr. Vandelas, first taught him to play on his own instrument. He was a young guy, and passionate about music.
Unfortunately, the survival rate in District 12 was unreasonably low, and Mr. V fell to a sickness that swept over the District the winter of her 12th birthday. Celadon was gifted his guitar, after his death. To this day, it his most precious belonging. His inspiration lived on though, and Cel looks forward to graduating and applying for the music instructing job. That is, if he isn't selected for the games. It really is better not to be too confident.
Because Celadon grew up without a father, and new many other boys who father's had died in the mines, deeply set into his mind was the notion that the mines were bad. Some can tolerate working in the mines for the money it brings it for their family, and pride themselves on how they're helping those they love, even if the mines are barely stable.
Last year, Celadon got the job of post boy, delivering mail and packages to everyone in District 12. As a result, he knows everyone in the District. Well, he at least knows everyone's mother.
Celadon has many mothers. He has many fathers, and cousins, and sisters and brothers, and nephews. District 12 is his family, and though he isn't happy about the District's position, he will never be ashamed of his home.
Celadon may be the most unflinching District 12 citizen of them all.
Anything else?: This is the longest bio I've written yet! *beam*
Codeword: Is it still "Odair"? xD
Nicknames: Cel, Donny, Tatters
District/Area: District 12
Age: 16
Appearance: Celadon has the classic seam coloring: black hair, usually unruly, olive skin, and grey eyes. If you look closely, and the light is forgiving, you can see flickers of green within the grey, which is probably where he got his name. He is 5'8" and still growing. He isn't terribly tall, but has the potential of it. He has sturdy shoulders, and a long lanky figure. His muscles have yet to fill out all the way, but he is strong, and the lack of food recently isn't speeding up the process.
He usually wears dark clothes whenever he can get a hold of them, but the commonality of khaki pants is a pain in his mother's side. After some time, she stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of them. On special occasions, both good and bad, Celadon breaks out a light blue button down shirt.
Personality: Celadon is a real sweetie at heart, once you get through the tough exterior. Many more people than he would like to let on touch and shape his personality and beliefs. A prime example would be a small townie girl who taught Cel about the effects of bullying. She got reaped two years later. He never did go talk to her. He never did say goodbye.
Though an only child, Celadon grew up surrounded by other boys, and quickly learned to be sarcastic when being funny, and serious when not. His favorite catchline is "That killed me," though, not literally, of course.
Celadon's biggest fear is the Capitol (and when his mother is angry, of course.) He is aware of the grip the Capitol has on the Districts, and is thankful that District 12 is so poor that it escapes much notice from the Capitol and the richer districts. Celadon isn't the kind of boy who would ever let his fears direct his life, which might be his biggest strength.
Cel has big hands, and is good at using them, after the movement has become second nature. Doing things that need nimble fingers for the first time frustrated him to no end. But after lots of practice (Cel is much to stubborn to give up) he can complete the job with ease. His love for music and his stubborn streak are the only things that got him through playing the guitar, but now he plays well, and often.
History: Celadon Tatterdem was born to a miner married to a miner's daughter. His father died very young, before Cel could get any siblings. By the time he was five, Cel had forgotten his father's face, and his voice. He learned not to ask after his father by seven, because of the pain it caused his mother, Clare.
At the age of nine of ten, Celadon's music teacher inspired him to learn how to play the guitar. He always loved the small campfires that District 12 residents held, usually just those within the radius of a few houses. The talking, the stories, and the laughing were always a highlight to Celadon's weekend, and he couldn't wait until it was dark enough for a small fire to be lit. They sung songs, and Celadon wanted to be one of the ones who played. His music teacher, Mr. Vandelas, first taught him to play on his own instrument. He was a young guy, and passionate about music.
Unfortunately, the survival rate in District 12 was unreasonably low, and Mr. V fell to a sickness that swept over the District the winter of her 12th birthday. Celadon was gifted his guitar, after his death. To this day, it his most precious belonging. His inspiration lived on though, and Cel looks forward to graduating and applying for the music instructing job. That is, if he isn't selected for the games. It really is better not to be too confident.
Because Celadon grew up without a father, and new many other boys who father's had died in the mines, deeply set into his mind was the notion that the mines were bad. Some can tolerate working in the mines for the money it brings it for their family, and pride themselves on how they're helping those they love, even if the mines are barely stable.
Last year, Celadon got the job of post boy, delivering mail and packages to everyone in District 12. As a result, he knows everyone in the District. Well, he at least knows everyone's mother.
Celadon has many mothers. He has many fathers, and cousins, and sisters and brothers, and nephews. District 12 is his family, and though he isn't happy about the District's position, he will never be ashamed of his home.
Celadon may be the most unflinching District 12 citizen of them all.
Anything else?: This is the longest bio I've written yet! *beam*
Codeword: Is it still "Odair"? xD
