Severus Cornwood. D11. FIN
Jul 18, 2011 17:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Jul 18, 2011 17:23:19 GMT -5
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District: 11
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Thinking: E0D47B
Talking: 7BA8E0
District: 11
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Severus T. James Cornwood
That’s my name,
Tobias after my grandfather,
James after my father,
Cornwood after my mother,
but Severus?
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[/justify]Looking at myself:Growing up to be tall was not something that Severus had expected. But yet now, at age seventeen, he stands five feet and eleven inches. That’s quite a height seeing as his mother is just under five feet and his father is five foot seven. He towers over his parents as well as his older sister, but thankfully he wasn’t tall enough to be considered a freak show. He was simply tall.
Weight was a completely different issue though. A boy at his age and height should weigh about one hundred and fifty-some pounds, but Severus weighs under that bar at one hundred and forty three pounds. He blames the fact that his family is poor and he is under nourished, but the truth of the matter is just that he has a leaner built frame and an unnecessary metabolism.
One thing he is proud of having though is a moderately shapely chest that has been chiseled from backbreaking work on his grandfather’s okra farm. Due to his age he knew that his chest should have hair on it, it was just a fact of growing up, but instead of a single hair there are several freckles that run the length of his upper torso, even though he hasn’t many freckles elsewhere.
His skin is tanned from working out in the sun during long hours of the day. But yet he wasn’t overly tan or sun burnt like some of the people he had seen in the fields. That is because he would relax in the shade any chance that he got, even if that meant eating his lunch beneath a tree or staying indoors on the hottest of days. The type of skin that he had looked good either way anyway, be it tan or pale, so he liked to stay a happy medium.
Pale scars cover his lower calves as a reminder of the gallivanting he and his sister would do in their youth, on more than one occasion had Sev fallen onto sharp jagged rocks only to be dragged home to mom by his sister. And when he said dragged, he meant dragged, he even had the faded scars on his back to prove that too. His hands are rough from calluses that have formed over the years of weeding and sowing the earth and he knew that someday they would look as cracked and weathered as his grandfather’s still-strong hands.
On his head he had a very full set of hair, which was where he had suspected the majority of his body hair had fled to. He let it grow out until it reached his shoulders in dark brown, greasy waves. His hair did what it wanted to and aside from running his fingers through it in the morning there wasn’t much else that he could do with it. Sometimes he would put it up in a low ponytail, but that was only when he found extra string lying around the farm.
His bangs had long since grown into the length of his hair so there wasn’t much left to cover his wide forehead. And nothing to hide his slightly burly eyebrows that have often been described as ‘angry’. Below his caterpillar like eyebrows is a pair of honey brown eyes that are framed with short eyelashes.
The main feature on his face though, is his nose. The nose which he dislikes, but can’t help but live with. At times Severus feels that his nose is far too long for his face, or far too wide, or too curved, but it makes his face, so he ignores the curved lines that are formed where his nose and lips meets his cheeks. On the left side of his nose is the one of the only freckles that are on his face, and he often forgets that it is there until he actually looks in the mirror, which isn’t often.
Sev has a strong, but softly shaped jaw which he had inherited from his father. Dark stubble will often arise there when he forgets to shave, but when he does shave he digs up two more freckles on his lower cheek, small scars from pimples and uneven skin tone from tanning with dark hair follicles hiding small patches of his face. His lip is shaped in a delicate cupid’s bow that he inherited from his mother, but that’s about the only thing that she had given him, other than her honey eyes that is.
Clothing is not something that Severus has an excess of, so about three or four shirts and two pairs of pants to his name completes his wardrobe. Whenever possible he will wear something that is clean, but seeing as that is not always the case he will wear whatever he finds lying on the floor that morning. Not that his appearance really matters to him since he isn’t very visible to begin with. Heck, at times he feels completely transparent.
Thinking to myself:
There are some people who are really outgoing and like to get in your face a lot, and there are some people who never talk at all and hide inside their houses all the time to get away from people. Severus was neither of these types of people, at least, never by choice.
He liked having friends, but he didn’t have many, and he liked hanging around other people, but he was never invited often. He easily blended into the background and eventually people just forgot he was there, like a ghost watching from a distance. He never knew why this happened; only that it did.
Sev tried his hardest to be kind and polite ever since he was really young, but that only gave people the initiative to abuse his kindness and walk over him. Kindness never really cut it when there were so many irritable people around you. Then he tried to act out more. That didn’t work either since he was just not good at ‘acting out’, he didn’t know what to do. When he tried to make an outburst in class all he could do was cough, the teacher had thought that he was catching a cold.
He even tried being mean to people, but the only thing that ever came out was the occasional rude comment that everyone around him thought was hilarious. He had all but given up trying to find his place in a group of friends that would accept him. Who would accept him for who he was when he didn’t even quite know who he was yet?
But apparently all hope was not yet lost on the young Severus, when one day he finally realized a persona that he could pull off. Heck, everyone already treated him the right way. That was when he accepted a moderately indifferent outlook on life. When he didn’t have an opinion he didn’t say anything, when he had something to say he would say it, if someone was a jerk to him he would look the other way without a care in the world, and most importantly, if someone was kind to him he would fully return that kindness.
That persona felt right; that was the person who Severus T. J. Cornwood was born to be and he accepted it, even if it did make him seem a tad standoffish. But in a way that was a good thing, because if a large group of people suddenly started talking to him he would have no clue what to say, how to act or how to feel.
He didn’t show it often, but the brunette was embarrassed easily, so maybe, just maybe he would admit to himself that he was a little shy. Only a little. If he was asked he would respond that he liked keeping to himself and keeping his thoughts private, which he did, but he would also say that he didn’t care about being alone all the time, which was only a half lie.
Severus wouldn’t mind company now and again.
As he grew older people would look at him from a distance. They would be amazed that he could stay cool, calm and collected all the time, but they were always afraid that if they wanted to get close to him he would turn them away. People were too afraid of rejection. And because of that people hardly every talk to him still, even though he secretly wishes that one would. He wasn’t ‘cool’ he was awkward. He wasn’t ‘scary’ he just thought a lot and when he thinks his eyebrows furrow into something similar to a glare. And most of all he wasn’t ‘choosy’ about his friends, in fact, if people bothered to talk to him, they would find that he was rather accepting.
Without having every really talked to him people tend to leave him alone, and, when he is not being giggled at by random groups of girls, they just forgot he was there. They forgot he existed at the back of the class where he would pretend that he wasn’t actually paying attention to every word of the lesson. They forgot that he was sitting outside eating his lunch, slowly and carefully so that he didn’t look like a slob.
Severus never grew bitter about this, but he had to admit that his insults have become crisper and sharper in the last few years. But he was always torn. He never knew if he should be fighting their glances and neglect, or if he should just gather up the courage and ask if he could join them.
He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he wanted to join them, he just needed help. It tore him on the inside to admit that, but deep down he knew it was true. If he wanted to finally allow people in, he needed someone to show him how. He needed one, or possibly more, good friends. Sure, he was seventeen, but he still needed to start at square one and it was his entire fault. He should have learned to act as someone else, someone who he was not, and he should have been good at it.
[/color][/right]He liked having friends, but he didn’t have many, and he liked hanging around other people, but he was never invited often. He easily blended into the background and eventually people just forgot he was there, like a ghost watching from a distance. He never knew why this happened; only that it did.
Sev tried his hardest to be kind and polite ever since he was really young, but that only gave people the initiative to abuse his kindness and walk over him. Kindness never really cut it when there were so many irritable people around you. Then he tried to act out more. That didn’t work either since he was just not good at ‘acting out’, he didn’t know what to do. When he tried to make an outburst in class all he could do was cough, the teacher had thought that he was catching a cold.
He even tried being mean to people, but the only thing that ever came out was the occasional rude comment that everyone around him thought was hilarious. He had all but given up trying to find his place in a group of friends that would accept him. Who would accept him for who he was when he didn’t even quite know who he was yet?
But apparently all hope was not yet lost on the young Severus, when one day he finally realized a persona that he could pull off. Heck, everyone already treated him the right way. That was when he accepted a moderately indifferent outlook on life. When he didn’t have an opinion he didn’t say anything, when he had something to say he would say it, if someone was a jerk to him he would look the other way without a care in the world, and most importantly, if someone was kind to him he would fully return that kindness.
That persona felt right; that was the person who Severus T. J. Cornwood was born to be and he accepted it, even if it did make him seem a tad standoffish. But in a way that was a good thing, because if a large group of people suddenly started talking to him he would have no clue what to say, how to act or how to feel.
He didn’t show it often, but the brunette was embarrassed easily, so maybe, just maybe he would admit to himself that he was a little shy. Only a little. If he was asked he would respond that he liked keeping to himself and keeping his thoughts private, which he did, but he would also say that he didn’t care about being alone all the time, which was only a half lie.
Severus wouldn’t mind company now and again.
As he grew older people would look at him from a distance. They would be amazed that he could stay cool, calm and collected all the time, but they were always afraid that if they wanted to get close to him he would turn them away. People were too afraid of rejection. And because of that people hardly every talk to him still, even though he secretly wishes that one would. He wasn’t ‘cool’ he was awkward. He wasn’t ‘scary’ he just thought a lot and when he thinks his eyebrows furrow into something similar to a glare. And most of all he wasn’t ‘choosy’ about his friends, in fact, if people bothered to talk to him, they would find that he was rather accepting.
Without having every really talked to him people tend to leave him alone, and, when he is not being giggled at by random groups of girls, they just forgot he was there. They forgot he existed at the back of the class where he would pretend that he wasn’t actually paying attention to every word of the lesson. They forgot that he was sitting outside eating his lunch, slowly and carefully so that he didn’t look like a slob.
Severus never grew bitter about this, but he had to admit that his insults have become crisper and sharper in the last few years. But he was always torn. He never knew if he should be fighting their glances and neglect, or if he should just gather up the courage and ask if he could join them.
He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he wanted to join them, he just needed help. It tore him on the inside to admit that, but deep down he knew it was true. If he wanted to finally allow people in, he needed someone to show him how. He needed one, or possibly more, good friends. Sure, he was seventeen, but he still needed to start at square one and it was his entire fault. He should have learned to act as someone else, someone who he was not, and he should have been good at it.
Remembering to myself:
[/justify]From an early age Severus really couldn’t complain about his life. His grandfather Tobias Cornwood owned a small farm on which he grew okra. His mother, Katherine Cornwood and Father James Lent-Cornwood both worked out in the orchards since the pay was ever so slightly more than what his Grandfather earned on the farm. His older sister Octavia worked with their grandfather alongside Severus. They didn’t have money, but they weren’t completely starving from day to day.
It was like living behind a glass wall where there were only two sides; the bad side and the worse side. Sev felt grateful to live on the bad side. He had seen people die of hunger in front of the steps of their quaint shack of a home, but even though their meals were meager, he never had that fear that he would face the same fate.
His mother was his Grandfather’s only daughter and she was proud to have Tobias as her father. He was getting on in years, but he was still strong, he could still work on his farm, he was still alive which was quite a feat in this area. Likewise Tobias was proud of his daughter. She had stayed strong when her mother had died and supported him when her older brother was reaped into the games so many years ago. It was obvious that he wouldn’t make it, he was, after all, only thirteen.
They were a closely knit family and yet there was still one piece missing from their family’s framework. His father’s parents. Nobody knew anything about them, not even if they were dead or alive. Even James didn’t know who they were. According to the story he had been dropped off at the mayor’s doorstep not long after he was born and the mayor, who never had a great fondness of children, had dropped him off at the nearest group home. That was where he was ‘born’ and raised.
James had been named after the husband of the previous home owner, and they had even given him his own, unique last name; ‘Lent’. He had hated it. James never had a choice in the matter. Why be given a last name if it wasn’t given to you by your parents?
Shortly after he had dropped out of school to work in the fields James had met Katherine and they had fallen hopelessly in love. She was older than him by four years, but that was never an issue. The two went everywhere together, and whenever they were together they were always holding hands, especially at reapings. Even after twenty three long years they are still look at each other like high school sweethearts, and they are still holding hands.
It took Tobias a while to get used to the fact that her daughter loved someone with no history, but when James begged to take their last name he quickly got over it. Finally James had what he had always wanted; a last name that was given to him by the ones he loves and a family that he would never abandon.
It was a wonder to them, however, how they ended up with a withdrawn son and an adventure seeking daughter. Severus knew the reason to that though. Octavia was always outdoing her younger brother, ever since day one she was outgoing and would bring home strange plants and bugs where as he preferred to be close to his parents where he felt safe from his sister’s buggy wrath.
Her sister liked to tease him when they were younger, never had she thought that it would affect his ability to talk to people in the future. If she had known, she would have never done it, but now that she was in her early twenties there was no way to reverse the damage done to her baby brother’s confidence. She makes it up to him though on a daily basis, teaching him things that she knows and taking him on nature walks and adventures.
Too bad Severus didn’t appreciate her form of fun the same ways she did. Sure, he appreciated the fact that she was trying to bond with her brother after creating that rather large, humiliating rift between the two, he simply wished that she wasn’t so narrow minded. No matter how many times he tells her he doesn’t like adventures she still forces him to go with her to ‘bond’ even though all she is doing is rubbing salt in a wound.
Severus was never good friendships, and he had very few in his lifetime, and any that he did have were usually terrified of his overly cheery sister. He was glad to know that he wasn’t the only person she scared, but he wasn’t so glad to know that he could lose friends if he left his friend in a room to talk to his sister. She used to stop at nothing to humiliate him in her youth. She was completely over that phase now, but it did quite the damage way back when.
Severus, being in his second to last year of high school, has lived a relatively normal life and he doesn’t plan on dropping out any time soon, not like his family will let him. He receives decent grades in school, much to the shock of his teachers who constantly think he is sleeping in class. The only thing he has yet to work on are his social skills, but of course, that’s a story about the future.
It was like living behind a glass wall where there were only two sides; the bad side and the worse side. Sev felt grateful to live on the bad side. He had seen people die of hunger in front of the steps of their quaint shack of a home, but even though their meals were meager, he never had that fear that he would face the same fate.
His mother was his Grandfather’s only daughter and she was proud to have Tobias as her father. He was getting on in years, but he was still strong, he could still work on his farm, he was still alive which was quite a feat in this area. Likewise Tobias was proud of his daughter. She had stayed strong when her mother had died and supported him when her older brother was reaped into the games so many years ago. It was obvious that he wouldn’t make it, he was, after all, only thirteen.
They were a closely knit family and yet there was still one piece missing from their family’s framework. His father’s parents. Nobody knew anything about them, not even if they were dead or alive. Even James didn’t know who they were. According to the story he had been dropped off at the mayor’s doorstep not long after he was born and the mayor, who never had a great fondness of children, had dropped him off at the nearest group home. That was where he was ‘born’ and raised.
James had been named after the husband of the previous home owner, and they had even given him his own, unique last name; ‘Lent’. He had hated it. James never had a choice in the matter. Why be given a last name if it wasn’t given to you by your parents?
Shortly after he had dropped out of school to work in the fields James had met Katherine and they had fallen hopelessly in love. She was older than him by four years, but that was never an issue. The two went everywhere together, and whenever they were together they were always holding hands, especially at reapings. Even after twenty three long years they are still look at each other like high school sweethearts, and they are still holding hands.
It took Tobias a while to get used to the fact that her daughter loved someone with no history, but when James begged to take their last name he quickly got over it. Finally James had what he had always wanted; a last name that was given to him by the ones he loves and a family that he would never abandon.
It was a wonder to them, however, how they ended up with a withdrawn son and an adventure seeking daughter. Severus knew the reason to that though. Octavia was always outdoing her younger brother, ever since day one she was outgoing and would bring home strange plants and bugs where as he preferred to be close to his parents where he felt safe from his sister’s buggy wrath.
Her sister liked to tease him when they were younger, never had she thought that it would affect his ability to talk to people in the future. If she had known, she would have never done it, but now that she was in her early twenties there was no way to reverse the damage done to her baby brother’s confidence. She makes it up to him though on a daily basis, teaching him things that she knows and taking him on nature walks and adventures.
Too bad Severus didn’t appreciate her form of fun the same ways she did. Sure, he appreciated the fact that she was trying to bond with her brother after creating that rather large, humiliating rift between the two, he simply wished that she wasn’t so narrow minded. No matter how many times he tells her he doesn’t like adventures she still forces him to go with her to ‘bond’ even though all she is doing is rubbing salt in a wound.
Severus was never good friendships, and he had very few in his lifetime, and any that he did have were usually terrified of his overly cheery sister. He was glad to know that he wasn’t the only person she scared, but he wasn’t so glad to know that he could lose friends if he left his friend in a room to talk to his sister. She used to stop at nothing to humiliate him in her youth. She was completely over that phase now, but it did quite the damage way back when.
Severus, being in his second to last year of high school, has lived a relatively normal life and he doesn’t plan on dropping out any time soon, not like his family will let him. He receives decent grades in school, much to the shock of his teachers who constantly think he is sleeping in class. The only thing he has yet to work on are his social skills, but of course, that’s a story about the future.
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