ver fontem {d1} fin
Sept 6, 2013 13:52:10 GMT -5
Post by semper on Sept 6, 2013 13:52:10 GMT -5
Name: Vercingetorix "Ver" Fontem
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:
Personality:
History:Ver is an explorer. He's looking for a different world out there, he wants something more than this District. So he looks for it in the bottoms of bottles and the point of a needle. He's usually zoned out on something or other, bt the Boys love him all the same. He doesn't talk about his past a lot, but it's believed that something very sad happened to him when he was younger. That's not anything new for The Boys, but they're still waiting on Ver to open up and tell them something. He's got a thing for games, like chess, he's rather good at chess, and he can find a beat easier than anything. He likes to pound the pavement and the drums with his soul, a relentless song that could be a heartbeat.
Codeword: odairVer’s parents wanted the stereotypical Career son, but when Ver was born he had one eye completely covered with a white, cataract-like film. The doctor said their son would be permanently blind in the one eye (since ‘ver’ in Spanish generally means ‘to see’ ehehhe yay irony) but his parents refused to let their picturesque idea of a Career child to go waste just cause their son had an awful eye. So from a very early age his parents tried everything they could to get Ver to see out of the one eye: pouring solutions, rubbing mixtures, forcing him to wear a patch over his good eye, etc. There were a few times his parents even tried to gouge out the eye – completely frustrated by the fact they couldn’t change their son to conform to their idea of what their child should look like – and it terrified him. Anything or anyone that got close to his face would freak him out. His parents would even lock him in his room; he had snuck up a chess board and other games since these lock ins usually lasted a few days so he taught himself each game and he eventually began to tap pencils on the ground in rhythms. Ripred did he love those rhythms. He gathered boxes and items with different densities and volumes and drummed on them, listening to the different sounds they made. His parents had drilled it into his head that he would be nothing more than a disappointment due to a deformity but the rhythms were something he alone created out of nothing and it thrilled him.
Obviously his parents didn’t like all the racket Ver was making so they took his makeshift drums away, and when he began beating songs onto the floor they took his pencils and sticks. When he used his hands on the floor they had him lay them out and they stomped on them. Because deformed Careers shouldn’t create anything, right? That’s all they ever told him: you’re a deformed Career – no, not even a Career, you’re a deformed wannabe. But Ver didn’t want to be a Career, he didn’t want to train to take away lives – he wanted two sticks and flat surfaces, a checkered board and pawn pieces, the whole outside world he had been so rudely deprived of due to his parents’ belief that he would somehow bring shame to them for just walking outside.
The third time they tried to gouge his eye out was when he bolted. Not once did he look back. The thrill of being outside, of being free, just overwhelmed him and about brought him to joyous tears. Ver didn’t mind being out on the streets, and all the taboos his parents told him about were suddenly just a few coins away. He quickly became attached to those taboos, namely drugs and alcohol, for the sole reason that they both let him experience things in a way he never dreamed possible. He finds a thrill in pushing the limits, disobeying rules, going where he hasn’t gone before. All he needs to be constant, though, is a pair of drum sticks and a checkered board.
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FC: Kyle Ellison (maybe? might be subject to change)
Gato Shock1
The Lost Boys by Elegant
Vercingetorix - king over warriors; king
Ver - to see