Compergo Vivalos, District 3
Apr 24, 2012 19:24:32 GMT -5
Post by Flight on Apr 24, 2012 19:24:32 GMT -5
Hey there, I'm Compergo Pennelin Vivalos, but you can call me Comper. I am from District 3, which is the technology district. My age is 13, and I am a boy. Here's a bit about me...
What do I look like?
Well, I am small and lean, but I'm not weak. Most people mistake that if you're small, you can't be strong. It's only that I'm not a great runner. I tend to tire out after about a quarter or a half of a mile. I can sprint, but no long distance! I don't really like fire, or wires, like my foster brother does. And I'm not good at climbing either. But that's life.
I have reddish brown hair like my brother, which is always in a buzzcut, if it is barely present. I hate my hair, but it wasn't always that way. In the community house for orphans, the place where I used to be before the Vivalos family adopted me, I was always with a ton of other kids like me. It was strict at the place where I was, and one day they called everybody in to the medic's office. We were told that there was a lice problem, not big, but it could turn into a disaster. All of our hair was itching, so we saw it coming, sort of. Then they herded us all like cows and shaved all our hair off. Up until then I had long hair, but it was actually better having it shaved. I have dark olive colored skin, and it protects me against any radiant light that could burn my skin. Again, bringing back the idea that I don't like fire. I have deep brown eyes that have a chestnutty tinge. I have slightly bushy eyebrows, which I have no idea if it's a compliment or an insult, but no matter.
Anyway, that's what I look like.
Who am I?
Most kids describe me with these words; shy, 'shut-out from the world', quiet, polite. Want me to explain?
Shy is one of the primary words that is important to my personality. Yeah, you heard me, I'm shy and I know it. I sneak around everywhere, not wanting to speak to anyone. I just hide in the shadows and just make sure not a soul comes up to say hello. But sometimes people do catch me, and it never turns out well. The only human-beings I want to meet is my foster brother and my foster parents, and that's it.
'Shut-out from the world'. Yes, you can describe me as that, too. On occaision, I just don't listen to anything someone says, like a teacher for instance. I just simply tune them out, just seeing their lips move. When I do that, I'm in an entirely different world. It's a flaw, all right, and people get really annoyed with me at times...
I am extremely quiet. You can talk all you want, but unless I'm really interested, you aren't getting any speech issuing from my mouth. I don't like doing presentations, infact, I hate them. It doesn't give me any gain, so why bother? It just makes my life harder than it is, talking in front of other kids in my class. I'm just quiet, so don't question me.
Polite is one of my key words to describe me when I'm actually speaking. I always try to be nice to everyone around me unless they're not nice back. I have good self-control most of the time. The only problem for being polite, or at least for me, is that people want to talk to you. And I don't like to talk unless I have to or to my foster family. So because I'm polite, don't try to pry words out of me, because it won't work.
Now you know who I am...
What is my past?
I don't even remember my birth parents, but I do know that I was dumped at the orphanage when I was 5 years old. And I know that the Capitol killed them, but I don't tell anybody, except Microloe, the truth. I was raised roughly in the orphanage, and it had its pros and cons. Everybody was strict there, waving us back and forth. All the meals were revolting, so when I got to the Vivalos household, I swear I was in heaven. They had humble eating, but it was 20 times better than at the community house!
As I grew up in the huge orphan house, I learned how to tend for myself, leading me to be the independent kid I am today. I was allowed to go outside sometimes and just walk around. I don't have a reason why I walked around, but I did. I was a pretty well behaved kid. I did as I was told, and it payed off. Then, something changed my whole life...
I sat on a rigid old chair in my tiny bedroom. I heard knocking on the door. "Mr. Pennelin, you have a visitor," the flat voice of one of the caretakers said. A man, a woman, and a 15 year old kid walked into my room. I was 11, so I was a bit scared. They sat down next to me and said they wanted to adopt me. I was thrilled beyond belief! They talked with me a bit and learned some things about me. When they took me home, I was almost bouncing up and down with excitment, trunk in hands. I would have a family now! And I still do...
I guess you've learned enough about me! See you around District 3! Or not...
Codeword: oDair
What do I look like?
Well, I am small and lean, but I'm not weak. Most people mistake that if you're small, you can't be strong. It's only that I'm not a great runner. I tend to tire out after about a quarter or a half of a mile. I can sprint, but no long distance! I don't really like fire, or wires, like my foster brother does. And I'm not good at climbing either. But that's life.
I have reddish brown hair like my brother, which is always in a buzzcut, if it is barely present. I hate my hair, but it wasn't always that way. In the community house for orphans, the place where I used to be before the Vivalos family adopted me, I was always with a ton of other kids like me. It was strict at the place where I was, and one day they called everybody in to the medic's office. We were told that there was a lice problem, not big, but it could turn into a disaster. All of our hair was itching, so we saw it coming, sort of. Then they herded us all like cows and shaved all our hair off. Up until then I had long hair, but it was actually better having it shaved. I have dark olive colored skin, and it protects me against any radiant light that could burn my skin. Again, bringing back the idea that I don't like fire. I have deep brown eyes that have a chestnutty tinge. I have slightly bushy eyebrows, which I have no idea if it's a compliment or an insult, but no matter.
Anyway, that's what I look like.
Who am I?
Most kids describe me with these words; shy, 'shut-out from the world', quiet, polite. Want me to explain?
Shy is one of the primary words that is important to my personality. Yeah, you heard me, I'm shy and I know it. I sneak around everywhere, not wanting to speak to anyone. I just hide in the shadows and just make sure not a soul comes up to say hello. But sometimes people do catch me, and it never turns out well. The only human-beings I want to meet is my foster brother and my foster parents, and that's it.
'Shut-out from the world'. Yes, you can describe me as that, too. On occaision, I just don't listen to anything someone says, like a teacher for instance. I just simply tune them out, just seeing their lips move. When I do that, I'm in an entirely different world. It's a flaw, all right, and people get really annoyed with me at times...
I am extremely quiet. You can talk all you want, but unless I'm really interested, you aren't getting any speech issuing from my mouth. I don't like doing presentations, infact, I hate them. It doesn't give me any gain, so why bother? It just makes my life harder than it is, talking in front of other kids in my class. I'm just quiet, so don't question me.
Polite is one of my key words to describe me when I'm actually speaking. I always try to be nice to everyone around me unless they're not nice back. I have good self-control most of the time. The only problem for being polite, or at least for me, is that people want to talk to you. And I don't like to talk unless I have to or to my foster family. So because I'm polite, don't try to pry words out of me, because it won't work.
Now you know who I am...
What is my past?
I don't even remember my birth parents, but I do know that I was dumped at the orphanage when I was 5 years old. And I know that the Capitol killed them, but I don't tell anybody, except Microloe, the truth. I was raised roughly in the orphanage, and it had its pros and cons. Everybody was strict there, waving us back and forth. All the meals were revolting, so when I got to the Vivalos household, I swear I was in heaven. They had humble eating, but it was 20 times better than at the community house!
As I grew up in the huge orphan house, I learned how to tend for myself, leading me to be the independent kid I am today. I was allowed to go outside sometimes and just walk around. I don't have a reason why I walked around, but I did. I was a pretty well behaved kid. I did as I was told, and it payed off. Then, something changed my whole life...
I sat on a rigid old chair in my tiny bedroom. I heard knocking on the door. "Mr. Pennelin, you have a visitor," the flat voice of one of the caretakers said. A man, a woman, and a 15 year old kid walked into my room. I was 11, so I was a bit scared. They sat down next to me and said they wanted to adopt me. I was thrilled beyond belief! They talked with me a bit and learned some things about me. When they took me home, I was almost bouncing up and down with excitment, trunk in hands. I would have a family now! And I still do...
I guess you've learned enough about me! See you around District 3! Or not...
Codeword: oDair
