BOSTON RETTIN {10}[finished]

kiah guest	BOSTON RETTIN {10}[finished] Feb 9, 2012 4:05:21 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by kiah on Feb 9, 2012 4:05:21 GMT -5 Name: Boston Rettin Age: 17 Gender: Male District/Area: District 10 Appearance: Personality: Honest History: Codeword: ODAIR Comments/Other:
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BOSTON RETTIN {10}[finished] Feb 9, 2012 4:06:28 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Feb 9, 2012 4:06:28 GMT -5

Boston Rettin

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Soft features. Hair light dirty blonde bundled on his wide head. His head is a bit of a square-ish shape, a shape that is a bit out of proportion, if you aren’t counting the whooper of a nose. It ran in Boston’s family, to have a big squashed liked nose, it didn’t really bother him, he only had eyes for one girl, and that was the girl of his dreams. His dirty skin is a olive shade that makes his dirty blonde hair stick out, like a beacon. But he liked his hair, in some way it distracted the people from his nose. His pig squashed noes. But why would he let his appearance let him down? He was born with it so, there not much he really could do.

Blue eyes, the color of sapphires. Make his eyes the beautiful gems they are. They are always sparkling, but not with mischief or slyness. But with loyalty, and the honest trait that makes him who he is. His eyes swirled to a darker color when he was annoyed or frustrated. When he was happy… when he was happy his eyes would reflect every thought that was on his mind.

He had a nice figure, firm and muscular. Boston had thick muscular thighs, that led to strong fit calf’s, legs that took a lot of physical endurance. His torso was strong and muscular, a 6 pack easily visible, again for all the physical endurance that he has to put his body through, just to survive through the day. Have nice strong arms just like the rest of his body, fixing him up to be, well, quite attractive.

He wears the average clothes that you get in District 10. Rags. Second hand clothes. Anything that they can scavenge from their older brothers and sisters, or maybe neighbours. That’s how Boston managed to scab his clothes. They were a simple pair of black trousers, with a stormy grey shit that was not at all hat clean. It had several stains, and was covered in dirt and grime. He tried to clean it when he gets the chance, but the dirt s stubborn clinging to his shirt, it was like trying to get a freckle from your skin. Impossible.

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P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y

The Honest. The words describe his most valued trait. The trait that makes him who he is. Makes him the person that he was meant to be. the path that was chosen by… by his conscious? Maybe…he wasn’t sure, but he knew the he wasn’t just given this… gift? Yeah gift to let it go down the drain. There was a reason why he has this trait the trait, to never let himself to tell lies. To be purely honest, till death does it pass. Yeah he liked that. Boston could never tell a lie. No matter how badly he wanted to. The lie just would never come out. He would find himself planning this magnificent lie, then before he knew it the truth was spilling out of his mouth.

Even though Boston is very honest, he is loyal. He tries to keep his words to those people who deserved it. people that showed him they could handle his… truthfulness. His modesty. The person. The only person that his loyalty will never go undying was for the girl of his dreams. The girl that he was in love with. The girl that could sway his mind, take his breathe away, hide his confidence. The girl who he loved with all his might. The Martyr.

Determination. Boston is very determined. He tries his best to get what he wants; to get what he believes is right. his determination doesn’t stop, until he believes that it’s over, or until he has one the never ending battle. The fact that he could think on his feet helped him get the aims he wanted, to catch the person of his disagreement off guard. He was always the smarted one of the pair. Of his twin, who always seemed to get what he wanted, but really, was he getting what he wanted? Or what he thought he wanted?

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H.I.S.T.O.R.Y

Boston was all ways the child looked down up on. Like he was second choice to everything. He never got his time to shine, he was like the shadow to his twin brother who was the sun of his parents worlds. He may have done something now and then that would bring a smile to his patents faces, but really they were even surprised that he would have even spoken to them. like they never recognised him, like it takes a couple of seconds to realise that they had another son, that they had Boston. Boston? They would think staring at each other if anyone mentioned his name, then it would dawn on them, and they would clear there faces of the previous thoughts and get back with the program.

By the time he had grown up to the age he is now, he was used to being forgotten, it wasn’t anything knew when he looked at his parents wanting to ask them a question, while they looked at him in confusion until they registered who he was, but he still loved his parents, no matter how short minded they were, he stilled loved them, they had a permanent spot down deep in his heart, he only ever wanted to make them proud. He envied his brother most of the time, from stealing their parents attention away from him. Sometimes he wished that their parents would get mixed up, I mean how hard could it be? they were identical! But they never got us mixed up, Boston just wanted to get that smile of approval, to that manly high five from his father… but a boy can dream.

Now and then he felt that one day it would be his turn to shine, and when he did he would blow the pants of his parents, of course they wouldn’t recognises him at first, but after a couple moments of hesitation… they would scream, “yeah that’s my son!” well that’s what he dreamed of, but dreams give us false hope, false hope that might destroy the believer over time. The believer being Boston himself. But he wasn’t going to let those thought get him down he had a life t live, a life to fulfil and he was going to do that no matter the case. His motto: the good guy always gets the girl. And he wanted the girl. He is Boston!

So yeah.

That’s Boston.

Boston the forgotten.

Boston, loyal Boston.

Boston The Honest!

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Last Edit: Feb 10, 2012 3:26:35 GMT -5 by kiah

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