Wyatt Ryan Geiszler {Distict Five}
Jun 24, 2011 1:59:52 GMT -5
Post by Tribute!{Meranda<3}Quell Botch on Jun 24, 2011 1:59:52 GMT -5
HOW FICKLE MY HEART AND WOOZY,
MY EYES. I STRUGGLE TO FIND,
ANY TRUTH IN YOUR LIES.
AND NOW MY HEART STUMBLES ON THINGS I DON’T KNOW.HEY I'M MERANDA, AND I'M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. I'VE BEEN DIGGING THIS SCENE FOR FOUR YEARS. I LIVE IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE, JUST FYI. I FOUND THIS SITE BY GOOGLE ^.^ AND I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU ODAIR !
THIS WEAKNESS I MUST FINALLY SHOW.
DISTRICT ! five.
AGE ! sixteen.
BIRTHDAY ! february, 28th, 1993.
ORIENTATION ! heterosexual.
FACECLAIM ! rasmus ledin.
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LEND ME YOUR HAND AND WE’LL CONQUER THEM ALL.
BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I’LL JUST LET YOU FALL.
BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I’LL JUST LET YOU FALL.
In the small boundaries of District Five there is no deny he’s at least decent to turn a head for. Birthed with an oval shaped noggin, obviously passed down from his father, the angles on his face are far less prominent than the average. It doesn’t help that most of the time his face is covered by the smog settled over District Five. Wyatt owns eye lenses colored of a slightly pouring sky, the same color which District Five frowns upon. His composure is mostly filled with curious looks and small smiles about the only changing expression besides when placed in physical situations. Wild wheat colored hair dances on top his head in contrast to the cleanly shaved sides. Unable to part with his full head of hair half is what he’s stuck to.
The physique formed for Wyatt is strong and sturdy as most teens in his district are. A lanky bone structure hides most of his hard earned muscle. From practically being born inside of an oil rig, his slender fingers know their way around metal workings. In height he reaches unfortunately 5’ 9” forcing him to hunch most of the day. Preferably he wears weathered leather boots handed down from his older brother with ratty cargo pants. Most of his clothing are hand-me-downs from his older brother and reek of oil, as does the rest of his home. It’s hard to keep hygienic when half of your day is spent in school, the other half inside an oil rig, and the few seconds of sleep and herding one can achieve. Strength and stealth are a strange combination in mere sixteen year old boy but what he has been morphed into in order to survive.
PERSONALITY !
Being trapped around family has made him slightly modest. Filling into more of his father’s shoes, Wyatt is polar opposite of his boisterous mother and brother. Mostly he keeps to himself, quite reserved. In school he entertains his classmates by polite answers and small jokes. He’s not one to make a scene for most of the time he’s stuck inside his head. Around the family he is quite the same, quiet and not-so-much of a talker. While on the rig he changes his demeanor into determined and loud. Wyatt calls out commands like he runs the place, one fault in his composition. When he makes a decision it’s final. There is no second-guessing or double checking. Final. This can be a great quality but can most likely get him or someone around him killed.
Although he attempts to make decisions for the good of the entire group, sometimes his ideas get biased. Most of the time he is planning what can be beneficial to his family and the right now. Hindsight is not his greatest quality which makes it hard for him to reflect and change himself. Unable to get over his protective nature raised from illegally herding and raising goats and caring for his little brother makes it difficult to penetrate Wyatt’s walls. If he trusts you he will trust you whole heartedly. The opposite and you may see his stages of anger.
Most of his life he’s been pushed to the back shelf. We all know that place, where hardly any light reaches? Many don’t consider him a threat or even have an opinion at all. Wallpaper, in other words. In actuality he is quite bright and strong. He moves quickly, about the same speed as his thoughts, tending to allow things to happen when they do rather than planning ahead. Living in the moment. There is a nurturing side of Wyatt that even his parents tend to over look. After the death of his older brother Wyatt was left to be a sturdy role model for his younger brother. Here is where he lets a more loving, carefree side of him show. After all, he had been living in his brother’s shadow his entire life. A strong outer shell needed to be constructed.
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LEND ME YOUR EYES I CAN CHANGE WHAT YOU SEE.
BUT YOUR SOUL YOU MUST KEEP TOTALLY FREE.
BUT YOUR SOUL YOU MUST KEEP TOTALLY FREE.
FATHER ! mr. richard geiszler, 49
SIBLINGS ! galvin geiszler, 5
aziz geiszler, 20 –deceased-
HISTORY !
The country or dictatorship of Panem will never be of rest in disappointment, tragedy, or misfortune. Some get it easy, the Capital, and some have the brunt of the misfortune, District Twelve. Almost smack dab in the middle lies District Five and the Geiszler family. Like most of the lower class District Five families each child once reaching twelve begins the never ending tessera signups. Jeanette and Richard Geiszler gave birth to their first born boy. Aziz Terence Geiszler. The prized, strong, social, child. He doubled his amount of tessera to feed the family until he was to work full time in the oil rig. Working along side of his father he took a nasty spill falling nineteen feet to his death. The mechanics of the Geiszler family never remained the way it had been.
Before the house was always bustling with joy; between duet songs of Mrs. Geiszler and her first son, or the whistling of Mr. Geiszler. The moment Aziz didn’t come home alive, silence was brought over the household. It suited Wyatt just fine except for the fact he had to fill his brothers’ shoes’. Figuratively and literally. Each hand-me-down is a reminder of the brother he no longer sees, hears, or feels. Shortly after the death of Aziz, Galvin was born. Mrs. Geiszler, finding it increasingly hard to care for Galvin, shrank into a ghost like version of herself. Only finding time to clean and cook rather than her normal happy quirks of humor her depression isolated her. Mr. Geiszler, a slight loner at heart, sectioned himself further from the family as well. Both parents going among normal activities, not actually living.
This is how Wyatt began his teenage years. At twelve he signed up for as much tessera he could ask for. On top of this he cared for his little brother Galvin, finding as much home and love in him as he could. A routine for the next five years became clear. School, oil rig, and sleep. Until he found a wandering herd of goats, the only source of income was the little pay from the oil rig. Setting up a small gated home for the goats he trained them well. Smart little goats, coming and fleeting with certain whistle pitches. Designing himself a staff of some sort from fall branches, Wyatt used this for herding his prized goats. Finally he found a place where he could compose his thoughts and let lose.
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IN THESE BODIES WE LIVE.
IN THESE BODIES WE’LL DIE.
oh hai! this appy was made by RAH RAH RILEY ?! of
CAUTION. she used mumford and sons lyrics from the song
awake my soul. don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
IN THESE BODIES WE’LL DIE.
oh hai! this appy was made by RAH RAH RILEY ?! of
CAUTION. she used mumford and sons lyrics from the song
awake my soul. don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
