Ol' Sawyer [District4]

[/b]: Ol' Sawyer
Age: 66
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4/Runaway
Appearance:

Being the old man that he is, Ol' Sawyer doesn't really do much physical exercise, so he's not a skinny elderly guy; just a little on the thick side. His thinning hair is a whitish-gray color, along with the stubble that usually covers his lower face. His skin is weathered like a typical fisherman who's spent most of his life out on the water in the relentless sun. His eyes are a coffee colored brown, and his vision is quickly declining. He also walks with an obvious limp (hence the cane) because of an accident in his early years.

Personality:

Ol' Red can simply be characterized as the old fella out in the boonies who loves to fish. Because of his age, he has picked up many secrets and tricks to catching his food out in lakes and whatnot, and he's occasionally willing to share the tips with a few young folks. Even though his rod is old fashion -- just a sanded down stick with loop rings put into it and a spool attached to the end -- he loves his fishing pole dearly.

On a normal day, Ol' Sawyer can be quite the grumpy old fart. His remarks are usually gruff with his gravely voice, and he tends to make smart-alec comments often. He's also not afraid to open a can of whoop-ass on a youngster, nor beat them over the head with his wooden cane, even though he can hardly limp fast enough to keep up with the youngsters jogging.

History:

When Sawyer was a young boy, his life was pretty much normal. He was an only child, and everyday his father would take him fishing out on a large lake in a boat his father made himself. It was a decently made boat, seeing as his father made it out of materials he had at the house, but it worked well.

They would bring home whatever catches they had and his mother would cook them. Usually they would have some sort of seafood everyday, along with some collected herbs and berries.

Sawyer's life was fairly decent up until he turned fourteen. He had gone fishing by himself and as he was coming back with a large fish he had caught, he found his house being ransacked by Peacekeepers. Terribly confused, he dropped the fish and ran into their old shed and hid behind his father's boat. He tried to keep to the shadows, and as he heard numerous footsteps headed his way, he held his breath. The Peacekeepers came in, rumaging around, though they soon got the idea to lift the boat -- so they did. Sawyer stayed as still as possible, though whenever they dropped the boat back down, it landed on his foot, absolutely crushing it. The boy terribly ridged with sheer, raw agony, though it was so intense that he fell unconscious, though as he was fading from reality he heard the Peacekeepers muttering something about "illegal fishing".

When his parents found him, they were able to give him some herbs to ward off infections and they took him to the local doctor, who basically was only able to tie curved sticks to his ankle and foot to make sure it sort of healed in the right shape. Over a long period of time, even though the bones healed, it healed in such a way that he has a perminant limp, hence his cane. He also has grown bitter, not trusting anyone much anymore and chosing to live alone in the house he grew up in (his parents both passed away when he was about 27), still using his father's boat to fish in the same lake the Peacekeepers had accused them of "illegally fishing" in. He also had found a break in the District's fence a while away from his house, though it takes quite a bit to wriggle through in his state, but he occasionally does and tends to stay close to the District.

Codeword: Muttations
Comments/Other:

Yay. XD

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