James Clarke//Wanderer DONE
Aug 15, 2013 16:27:58 GMT -5
Post by phoenix007 on Aug 15, 2013 16:27:58 GMT -5
FaceClaim: Robbie Beerser
For the past four years of James’ life he’s been alone. That meant no one to talk to, no one to take care of him. It all started when he was about 13 or so. He’d been walking along the electric fences that bordered district 12. As he walked he thought about things that a normal child would think about. Like about the pretty girl that lives near him or about how much he hated his brothers and sisters for always pranking and tormenting him. These things floated around in his mind until his thoughts were disrupted when he found himself tripping over a bent piece of fence and fell skinning both knees. As James rose he examined his bloody knee. “Ahh” he whimpered as he wiped the wounds with his dirty shirt. That didn’t help much considering that the garment was his only shirt and was lathered in dirt and other elements. He kicked the fence unleashing his anger towards it, “Stupid thing.” But as he looked at exactly what he tripped over. There was an open part of the fence. “Whoa” James muttered. “A way out.” The opening was barely big enough to fit James through. The opening was directly behind a house. It was perfect. So later that night he snuck out of the house just planning to check it out and maybe explore –but just a little bit-. He hid in the shadows and lurked farther and farther until he reached the fence. Once James was there he dropped to his knees slowly tries not to reopen his scrape. Once he got the courage the boy dropped to his stomach and rolled under into the wilderness. Even though he was fourteen the forest made him scared. As he took the first few steps he began shaking and that made him loud and clumsy. It still takes a bit for James to recall what exactly happened, but all he can remember was slipping and making a great deal of noise. A rush of fear burst into him as he heard a Peacekeeper shout at him to come back, but that just made James take off. As the tears welled up in his eyes it made him blind making him roll down hill and trip over rocks. About a few days later James woke up with a bump on his head and he had no idea where he was. The first six-month he tried finding his way back but as he moved for ward he just strayed farther away. He months he thought about killing himself but as time went on he’s managed to stay sane and find the joys of life in the wilderness. It’s only been three years, but James has acquired all the skills he’s needed to stay alive. A lot of them he already knew, like how to build a fire or set a small snare trap. Since James has been live along for three to four years he’s had to become extremely independent and has had to learn to fend for himself. He’s always been adventurous and positive and he says that that’s what has kept him alive all this time. Sure is been rough but James always tries to find the bright side in things. But he can’t always stay strong and recently he’s been getting so minor depression. In the past three years mostly all of James’ features have changed. He is now tall and agile. James is somewhat lanky but he has just enough muscle to give him excellent upper body strength. Although he can carry his own weight with ease, he has little to no skill in the brute strength area, yet he can sneak almost silently and is super light on his feet. (Basically he’s a parkour ninja xD) Not only his body but also his facial features have changed entirely. His eyes are now bright blue and rounded instead of squared and ugly like they were in his childhood. His face somewhat long and narrow its constantly dirty and smudged. He only gets to clean it when he can find a small pond or river. James loves cleaning himself and even bathing on the rare occasion. His working hands are scared and leathery. His hair is a light brown color that is usually a greasy mess considering he doesn’t have a mirror or soap.He wears whatever he can find. Right now he's just wearing many dull colored shirts layered on top of one another. On his legs there are some worn gray jeans with plenty of holes in them. Though he has no shoes, but he doesn't need them right now because its still warm out. Over the years James has found old camps left by other Wanderers. He often stayed in those and in the trees. He collected supplies from things that other people had dropped or left behind. Every time he found a small pile of ashes a spark of hope lit in him, that maybe he could find someone else. Someone he could survive with.
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