Silo Reed District 10
Sept 15, 2012 8:34:00 GMT -5
Post by heartwood on Sept 15, 2012 8:34:00 GMT -5
Name: Silo Reed
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
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From the dawn of time, people have been separated into two groups: leaders and followers. As time went on, the criteria separating both have changed drastically. Instead of leading with pure physical strength, instead of leading by the sword; mankind has gravitated toward the paper and pen. Men now lead with their tongues and their minds instead of their hearts and spirits. But with the evolution of one species comes the destruction of others. Humans are always striving for more, determined to improve themselves beyond their wildest imaginations. But as the alleged death of District 13 has shown, human beings are capable of more evil than good, and personal advancement is not always in the best interest of the planet.
Silo Reed isn’t a leader, nor has he ever been. Any chance of having a normal life had disappeared with his mother, a perfect example of the selfishness that had evolved with humanity. Not much is known about Silo’s parents; it isn’t uncommon for young mothers in the poorer districts to abandon – or even murder their own children due to a lack of resources, Silo’s mother was no different. Unable to put a living being out of its misery, Silo’s mother couldn’t handle the troubles of parenthood on her own. Her parents were long gone; her father was a victim of a stroke, and her mother died of a heart attack not too long after. But most of all, raising a child with Silo’s father was not an option.
District 10 is a generally peaceful place, but even as humans evolve, some evils are harder to get rid of. Silo’s father was one of those evils. As a result, she simply couldn’t bear the thought of raising a child she wanted to part of, especially by herself. After the birth of her child, she walked to a nearby farm. The Reeds were some of the finest people she had ever met. Strengthened by hard-work and empowered by a strong set of morals, the Reed family would be a perfect one for her newborn child to be taken care of, it was also one of the only ones that wouldn’t have given him to the broken down child care centers. After leaving her child with a note at the barn, she went home and took her own life, unable to cope with her recent actions.
The Reeds were surprised to find the child, and while Robert and Megan Reed were having few financial troubles of their own, they simply couldn’t find it in their hearts to give up the child they had just found.
Silo was a small child, weighing no more than five and a half pounds as a baby boy; but that small size didn’t last for long. As he grew older, he grew taller and larger. Working at his family’s barn at a young age had built strong and hardy muscles all over his body. When feeding the growing boy’s appetite had put a strain on his families’ finances; Silo offered his help as a freelance ranch hand around the district to earn food and money for himself.
Silo had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. His slow manner of speaking and his wandering eyes had given everyone in the district the impression that he was a little more off than the other boys; and perhaps that impression was correct. But Silo was a good worker. The ranch owners had dubbed him a “farming savant”, he had a way with crops and animals that people simply couldn’t understand. But being a gentle giant could only last so long. A combination of never knowing who his biological parents were, the harsh life of a teenager hoping to survive the Reapings in the lower districts, and his determination to keep all of his emotion inside has nearly driven him to the point of madness. Until he found he release.
Even in the lower districts, there is money to be made and glory to be found, even if these things are born through the dark workings of the underworld. At the young age of fourteen, Silo had already hit six feet tall and two hundred and twenty pounds. He was strong and cut, the other children either feared him or made fun of him, but he ignored the strange looks in the square and rapid dispersal of children whenever he went out. However, he couldn’t ignore an offer from a man he had helped on a ranch not too long ago.
Astor Price was one of the more wealthy citizens of District 10, and even though that doesn’t say much; Price was known to have some pull in the black market and the underground gaming arenas. He was known to push moonshine, gamble money away on cockfights (and pretty much everything else), and even orchestrate thieveries. Astor took an invested interest in Silo Reed; he saw nothing but potential…the potential for dollar signs.
Astor began working communications between the fellows of the district who had frequently enjoyed underground meetings, and within a couple of weeks, district 10’s bare-knuckle boxing arena had been formed. Adult men from around gathered to prove who was the strongest fighter. Some came to win the prize money, some came for the thrill and the violence, and some came to make money off the fighters. Astor Price was the latter.
Astor approached Silo with a job at his ranch, something simple. Silo was to tend to the crops, feed the horses, and water the plants in the living room; but the whole thing was an ambush. Astor had orchestrated a burglary, and when the glass to his house was shattered and his home was broken into; only Silo Reed stood between the burglar and his target. Silo approached the situation like he always had; he spoke calmly and slowly, remaining entirely non-confrontational. That was until the first fist flew.
It was safe to say that a boy of his age would normally be unable to take on a full-grown man, but that was in fact the case. The burglar left bloodied and bruised, and while Silo had received a few cuts and bruises on his own body, he had clearly gotten the best of the exchange. Silo reported to Astor what had happened, and the only response that he got was. “Did you like it?” Silo didn’t know what he meant at first, but after some more poking and prodding, he got the picture.
Astor invited him to the bare-knuckle boxing matches to watch; fighters of all different shapes and sizes took to the ring, pummeling each other within inches of their lives. But even the losers seemed satisfied with the result. It was a release. A temporary loss of inhibition and a sudden rush of adrenaline seemed to make the rest of their days go by so much better. Silo wanted to be apart of it. Together, Astor and Silo made a solid amount of money; any injuries he obtained he blamed on a ranching accident or some other incident at school. Eventually, as Silo got better and stronger, he got sharper and more confident. He began to think on his feet, except when he didn’t think at all.
Whenever Silo was away from bare-knuckle boxing; he began to look for other smaller things to fuel his need for adrenaline. He didn’t dabble with drugs or alcohol; that would be simply too damaging to his body. Silo needed action, he needed adventure; he needed the underground. Silo and Astor grew closer. Astor showed Silo everything he knew about black market dealings. He instructed him in basic arithmetic, taught him everything he knew about conning people, but most of all, he taught him the art of intimidation.
Once shy and unwilling to engage in confrontations; Silo Reed grew along with his fighting ability. His confidence was bolstered, he ego was ignited, and soon, the monster that Astor Price had wanted to create had been born. Silo Reed had turned into a bully; a bully that only set his sights on the strong. But don’t get it confused; he has absolutely no intention of helping the weak. The weak are fodder for the strong; he considered weak people as he would consider a protein bar when compared to a full meal.
Evolution had taken his course, he felt. While people were striving to become smarter and better themselves through education; Panem limited those things to very few districts. Here in district 10, Silo would rule the underground. But his need for confrontation can only be held in check for so long, soon, Silo would need something else.
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From the dawn of time, people have been separated into two groups: leaders and followers. As time went on, the criteria separating both have changed drastically. Instead of leading with pure physical strength, instead of leading by the sword; mankind has gravitated toward the paper and pen. Men now lead with their tongues and their minds instead of their hearts and spirits. But with the evolution of one species comes the destruction of others. Humans are always striving for more, determined to improve themselves beyond their wildest imaginations. But as the alleged death of District 13 has shown, human beings are capable of more evil than good, and personal advancement is not always in the best interest of the planet.
Silo Reed isn’t a leader, nor has he ever been. Any chance of having a normal life had disappeared with his mother, a perfect example of the selfishness that had evolved with humanity. Not much is known about Silo’s parents; it isn’t uncommon for young mothers in the poorer districts to abandon – or even murder their own children due to a lack of resources, Silo’s mother was no different. Unable to put a living being out of its misery, Silo’s mother couldn’t handle the troubles of parenthood on her own. Her parents were long gone; her father was a victim of a stroke, and her mother died of a heart attack not too long after. But most of all, raising a child with Silo’s father was not an option.
District 10 is a generally peaceful place, but even as humans evolve, some evils are harder to get rid of. Silo’s father was one of those evils. As a result, she simply couldn’t bear the thought of raising a child she wanted to part of, especially by herself. After the birth of her child, she walked to a nearby farm. The Reeds were some of the finest people she had ever met. Strengthened by hard-work and empowered by a strong set of morals, the Reed family would be a perfect one for her newborn child to be taken care of, it was also one of the only ones that wouldn’t have given him to the broken down child care centers. After leaving her child with a note at the barn, she went home and took her own life, unable to cope with her recent actions.
The Reeds were surprised to find the child, and while Robert and Megan Reed were having few financial troubles of their own, they simply couldn’t find it in their hearts to give up the child they had just found.
Silo was a small child, weighing no more than five and a half pounds as a baby boy; but that small size didn’t last for long. As he grew older, he grew taller and larger. Working at his family’s barn at a young age had built strong and hardy muscles all over his body. When feeding the growing boy’s appetite had put a strain on his families’ finances; Silo offered his help as a freelance ranch hand around the district to earn food and money for himself.
Silo had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. His slow manner of speaking and his wandering eyes had given everyone in the district the impression that he was a little more off than the other boys; and perhaps that impression was correct. But Silo was a good worker. The ranch owners had dubbed him a “farming savant”, he had a way with crops and animals that people simply couldn’t understand. But being a gentle giant could only last so long. A combination of never knowing who his biological parents were, the harsh life of a teenager hoping to survive the Reapings in the lower districts, and his determination to keep all of his emotion inside has nearly driven him to the point of madness. Until he found he release.
Even in the lower districts, there is money to be made and glory to be found, even if these things are born through the dark workings of the underworld. At the young age of fourteen, Silo had already hit six feet tall and two hundred and twenty pounds. He was strong and cut, the other children either feared him or made fun of him, but he ignored the strange looks in the square and rapid dispersal of children whenever he went out. However, he couldn’t ignore an offer from a man he had helped on a ranch not too long ago.
Astor Price was one of the more wealthy citizens of District 10, and even though that doesn’t say much; Price was known to have some pull in the black market and the underground gaming arenas. He was known to push moonshine, gamble money away on cockfights (and pretty much everything else), and even orchestrate thieveries. Astor took an invested interest in Silo Reed; he saw nothing but potential…the potential for dollar signs.
Astor began working communications between the fellows of the district who had frequently enjoyed underground meetings, and within a couple of weeks, district 10’s bare-knuckle boxing arena had been formed. Adult men from around gathered to prove who was the strongest fighter. Some came to win the prize money, some came for the thrill and the violence, and some came to make money off the fighters. Astor Price was the latter.
Astor approached Silo with a job at his ranch, something simple. Silo was to tend to the crops, feed the horses, and water the plants in the living room; but the whole thing was an ambush. Astor had orchestrated a burglary, and when the glass to his house was shattered and his home was broken into; only Silo Reed stood between the burglar and his target. Silo approached the situation like he always had; he spoke calmly and slowly, remaining entirely non-confrontational. That was until the first fist flew.
It was safe to say that a boy of his age would normally be unable to take on a full-grown man, but that was in fact the case. The burglar left bloodied and bruised, and while Silo had received a few cuts and bruises on his own body, he had clearly gotten the best of the exchange. Silo reported to Astor what had happened, and the only response that he got was. “Did you like it?” Silo didn’t know what he meant at first, but after some more poking and prodding, he got the picture.
Astor invited him to the bare-knuckle boxing matches to watch; fighters of all different shapes and sizes took to the ring, pummeling each other within inches of their lives. But even the losers seemed satisfied with the result. It was a release. A temporary loss of inhibition and a sudden rush of adrenaline seemed to make the rest of their days go by so much better. Silo wanted to be apart of it. Together, Astor and Silo made a solid amount of money; any injuries he obtained he blamed on a ranching accident or some other incident at school. Eventually, as Silo got better and stronger, he got sharper and more confident. He began to think on his feet, except when he didn’t think at all.
Whenever Silo was away from bare-knuckle boxing; he began to look for other smaller things to fuel his need for adrenaline. He didn’t dabble with drugs or alcohol; that would be simply too damaging to his body. Silo needed action, he needed adventure; he needed the underground. Silo and Astor grew closer. Astor showed Silo everything he knew about black market dealings. He instructed him in basic arithmetic, taught him everything he knew about conning people, but most of all, he taught him the art of intimidation.
Once shy and unwilling to engage in confrontations; Silo Reed grew along with his fighting ability. His confidence was bolstered, he ego was ignited, and soon, the monster that Astor Price had wanted to create had been born. Silo Reed had turned into a bully; a bully that only set his sights on the strong. But don’t get it confused; he has absolutely no intention of helping the weak. The weak are fodder for the strong; he considered weak people as he would consider a protein bar when compared to a full meal.
Evolution had taken his course, he felt. While people were striving to become smarter and better themselves through education; Panem limited those things to very few districts. Here in district 10, Silo would rule the underground. But his need for confrontation can only be held in check for so long, soon, Silo would need something else.
