Chet Thornton-- D12 [ FINISHED ]

Chet Thornton-- D12 [ FINISHED ] Apr 10, 2012 21:22:35 GMT -5

Post by мυтт on Apr 10, 2012 21:22:35 GMT -5

_{Name: Chet Thornton
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 12

Appearance:
Chet doesn't seem to fit in anywhere in his district when it comes to his appearance. Living in the merchant area of town, it could be anticipated that he'd have blonde hair and blue eyes, with a complexion that is close to ivory in tone. Whilst his hair is straight, and a light blonde shade, everything else about him is fairly unique. Equipped with a tone that is a mid-fair hue and soft honey colored eyes, he cannot identify with the merchant residents, much less the seam children. Thus, it is remarkably easy to spot him in a crowd, which can act as a disadvantage in certain circumstances. With a physique that's average in size, most in his district would rank him amongst the fortunate. Chet weighs in at approximately 140 pounds and stands at just over 5'9. His weight, though not a pound above what would be considered typical for his height, is envied. It shows that he isn't struggling like the majority of people he is surrounded by, that he isn't scraping at the bottom of the barrel. Indeed, Chet gets along nicely, yet rarely mentions this fact. His clothes, however, reflect such.

Crisp, ironed clothing, that is shockingly intact. Blemishes are unspeakable. Always, Chet dresses decently, desirable, enviably. It's all clothing that his over-protective mother lays out for him, without a hint of the passion and rebellion he harvests inside. Chet would much prefer to dress averagely and blend in with everyone else. To Ebony, his mother, it is unspeakable. He dislikes his clothing so much that occasionally, Chet will create a rip or tear in a shirt or pants, and bluff that the damage was accidental when his mother points it out. When it is Reaping day, Chet dresses even more exquisitely than usual, in a crisp white button down and black pants. His shoes, on Reaping day, are the kind which buckle, a black which shines so brightly than if desired, one could see their reflection in it. A watch, silver, completes his Reaping day outfit. Chet hates every inch of it.

We haven't yet even begun to approach his facial features. Before we approach that, however, why not address his actual face? Chet has a long-ish, round face, shaped in an oblong way. Chet has a cleft chin, yet only when he smiles. His jaw is sharp, bone structure precise. His eyes are small and somewhat narrow; they twitch when he is angered. Chet's hair is cropped short and layered in waves that cross his forehead and only just brush his eyebrows. The back of his hair is longer than the front, and he almost has sideburns, but not quite. His ears are pulled back too far, but he hardly notices. That being said, Chet hardly takes note of his facial features. His eyebrows are thick and dark, slightly obscured by the length of his hair. If he were a girl, the dark circle on the side of his chin would be a beauty mark. Since he's anything but, it's called ugly.

Chet has poor vision. If he's looking at something from far away, it morphs into a blur. This ruins his aim entirely. He can only hit things that are close in range. That being said, Chet can see the tiniest handwriting, the small things that are too tiny for anyone else to see up close. His feet are large, unusually so, and his hands are nearly as big. That is good for hauling things to and fro, and add to his physical strength. Muscular in the slightest, and not obviously so, Chet has quite impressive physical strength, likely from volunteering at the bakery. He hopes to get a job in the family run business, to begin to help provide for his family. Otherwise, he just may go bored out of his mind.

His torso is long, while his legs are short. It gives him a slightly odd look, though he doesn't seem to mind. Extremely fast despite his short legs, Chet often runs as a hobby. He can also be seen hanging around the District 12 fence. Often, he's thought about venturing past the barrier, since it is certainly not brimming with electricity as the Peacekeepers claim it is. Yet he does little more than run past it on his routinely morning and even jogs, pondering what may lie out beyond his district.

Personality:
Generally, Chet is seen smiling. In town, he makes idle chat. When he passes by people in the school hallways, he greets them and they greet him. He can be said to be popular, and he wouldn't deny it. In that way, he is vain. Friendliness comes naturally to him. So does anger. And sadness. Caught on yet? Chet suffers violent mood swings. Whilst most of the time he's happy, he can be possessed by anger or grief or any other emotion at any given moment. This makes him somewhat dangerous, and Chet despises that this happens to him. Not many people have seen him in a state, but the ones that have quickly altered their opinion of the seemingly happy-go-lucky boy.

Chet enjoys games. Mystery, deciet, lying; they're all fun to him, and he's skilled at them. Sadistic, you say? Precisely. So what happened to the cheerful, talkative boy who is known and cherished in town and at school? You may believe it's a facade, another game. It is not. Chet is happy, cheerful. Yet this is his darker side, exposed when he undergoes a personality change as he does on some occasions. Your best friend or your worst enemy, Chet can be either. Adaptability in relationships, living situations, or mood is very common for him. He takes it well. Chet is hot-headed, indecisive. He makes rash decisions that he often ends up regretting. While of average intelligence, Chet lacks common sense. People tend to use this against him.

A rebel. No matter your perception of Chet, you can admit that he is rebellious. Under his breath, he curses the Capitol. Challenges the rules. Balks at orders given by Peacekeepers, being extremely individualistic. So, why hasn't he gotten in trouble? You've forgotten the key words; under his breath. Never does he express these thoughts to anyone besides his close friends, scarcely even his family. Chet wishes he could speak out, but is too cowardly. He's all talk, little action. A cowardly rebel. He harvests dark thoughts of change in the districts. Chet can construct a plan of attack against the Capitol, faster than you can blink an eye. But the action aspect of it all? Count him out. Chet would much rather control the games than play in them. He would make an excellent Gamemaker.

Before it was stated Chet doesn't like being involved in action. It's more than a dislike; it's a fear of sorts. Chet has a lot of those. Fear of confrontation is one of them. Chet is an insomniac, fearing that if he sleeps for too long, death will come and snatch him. Chet is additionally prone to nightmares. He's something of a neat freak. Chet has a dark sense of humor, and can often be spotted using sarcasm and his sharp tongue as a weapon. That isn't the only weapon he can use. Chet is good at cooking; his culinary skills can be deadly. Chopping onions with a razor-sharp knife isn't that different from chopping off human limbs. Handy with blades, strong, fast. All skills that could be taken advantage of, yet Chet barely acknowledges them.

History:
Believe it or not, Chet was born Seam, to a poor mother in a poor-looking home. The roof was prone to leaks, the paint on the walls peeling from age. His mother, Ebony, (named after her coal-black eyes), detested their lifestyle. She had seen the merchant lifestyle and craved it. Flame, Chet's biological father, worked in the mines, but broke his arm and had to halt his working for a month. This hurt their finances greatly. Ebony did odd jobs, such as laundry and medicinal work and tending to children whose parents were out working. Occasionally, she sold trinkets at the Hob. They got along, just barely scraping above the bottom of the barrel.

Flame's arm wound never healed properly. He had to quit his job at the mines. He helped out occasionally at the bakery, and did odd jobs like Chet's mother, but it was never quite enough. They were spiraling downward. When Chet turned four, rather than buy a hearty loaf of bread and a small cupcake at the bakery and take a day off work as she'd done every year previously on May 30th, Ebony worked. There was no thick loaf of bread, or cupcake. It was just a cold soup by the dim light of a candle.

At five, Chet began school. He performed proficiently in most classes, but wasn't so great at writing. His father, Flame, helped him with english assignments up until the age of eight. The two were close. Chet was the only child, and for that, Ebony was greatful. At least they were a comfortable family of three. That was, until, Flame was blown to bits in a mining accident just days after Chet turned nine.

Chet was devastated. This is the father who he idolized, loved, the one who he bonded with, really the only prominent male figure in his life. Ebony, too, was crushed. Yet quickly, she rebounded and began to think logically. The family wouldn't survive on her meager income from random jobs, and having Chet take tesserae was not yet an option. Slowly, the family was starving. As soon as Chet turned twelve, he was signed up for tesserae, three times. He also, like his father, helped out at the bakery and ran errands for people who were too busy to do their own chores. Chet and his family was still dirt-poor.

That is, until Ebony encountered Spade when Chet was thirteen. Spade was older than Ebony at 55, twenty years her senior. He was balding, uninteresting and plump, but rich to boot-- as wealthy as one can be in District 12. Second only to the mayor, it was somewhat unclear how Spade acquired his wealth. There were rumors of illegal trading, of hunting, of theft. Ebony didn't give a damn. Seductively, quickly, she made the man fall in love with her. It wasn't long before he invited her to spend the rest of her life with him. Chet hated him at first, but warmed to the idea of him being the family provider. Still, they never quite bonded. Like his mother, he was logical. Or somewhat, anyways. Ebony accepted, pleased she had achieved her goal. They moved into the merchant area of town so quickly that people barely had time to gossip about their love.

From then on, Ebony cradled the lap of luxury. For his fourteenth birthday, she bought Chet a whole cake and threw a large party. She flaunted her newly acquired wealth with expensive clothing, home appliances, and food, and the occasional party. It grew awkward and uncomfortable for Chet. His old friends from the Seam began to envy him, and then exclude him. He stopped taking tesserae. He lost his friends, but quickly made new ones. It was around then he began to adopt mood swings and personality changes. No one took much notice. In fact, from the time they became rich, Ebony only had eyes for new finery, and from the start his father hadn't taken much interest in anything other than Chet's mother. He slobbered all over her like a dog. Like a kid with candy. Disgustingly.

Spade loved Chet, but carelessly. It was temporary love, on-and-off, like a boy loved a toy race car. Ebony loved him, too. She wanted the best for him, but went about it in the wrong way. Rather than showering him with affection as she had previously, Ebony showered him with gifts. But Chet could not be bought. Money wouldn't change him as it had changed her. Chet would not let it. He still does not.

Codeword:
Odair

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