Jonah Freebush {Capitol}
Oct 12, 2013 17:08:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 17:08:55 GMT -5
Jonah Marcus Freebush
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A 30 year old born and raised in the Capitol.
They say he looks a lot like William Levy.
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...I'm waking up to ash and dust...
...I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust...
...I'm breathing in the chemicals....
<<Appearance>>
Well, lets start with the basics shall we? I stand 5ft 11 tall which
is just a little taller than average. Some guys here completely
tower over me but it is one part of how I look that I really couldn't
give a damn about. I would say I am average weight for my
height, maybe slightly over. As for my figure riding has got me into
pretty good shape over the years so I do have a good amount of
muscle to show and my abs are pretty well toned. My skin is
slightly darker than some which gives the appearance of a nice
tan. That has certainly worked out in my favor when it comes to
looks. One thing I always hide of myself, however is a rather large
scar on my back that has never healed properly. I got it a couple
of years back when I came off my bike during a race. It always
tells me how lucky I was but I still race because the risk is is a
part of the whole thing in the end and it wouldn't work without it.
My eyes are a dark brown colour and nothing special really. I
didn't like having darker coloured eyes when I was younger and
once went as far as to think about getting some bright contacts
but they would always come out when I tried them so in the end I
didn't really bother anymore. I don't want anything that is going
to be really impractical. That is definitely something strange to
hear from someone in the Capitol but there you go. My hair is
quite a strange shade and many people think it is natural. In truth
I actually have black hair but I always dye it to make it look a
very light brown which can turn dirty blonde in some types of light.
It is short and sticks up a fair amount when I use a little bit of gel
on it. My face is pretty well proportioned and nothing hideous so
there really isn't much to say about it if I am to be honest.
I guess it is on to the stuff I wear. I have a wardrobe full of
several different outfits and I like each one of them but I wouldn't
call many of them posh or anything like you would expect of
Capitol people. I prefer clothes that are casual and practical for
my daily life. As you would expect from someone who spends a lot
of time on their motorbike I am quite often in my leathers. They
are comfortable so I am quite happy to wear them for a long time,
unless the weather is really hot then I like to get into shorts and
shirt as quickly as possible. Leathers in heat are never really a
good thing. I do have some formal outfits for special occasions
though. My favourite of them is a black tuxedo with a sparkly
collar which I usually wear with a sparkly bow tie. I am a
Capitolite after all and we have to look good when it matters.
Well, lets start with the basics shall we? I stand 5ft 11 tall which
is just a little taller than average. Some guys here completely
tower over me but it is one part of how I look that I really couldn't
give a damn about. I would say I am average weight for my
height, maybe slightly over. As for my figure riding has got me into
pretty good shape over the years so I do have a good amount of
muscle to show and my abs are pretty well toned. My skin is
slightly darker than some which gives the appearance of a nice
tan. That has certainly worked out in my favor when it comes to
looks. One thing I always hide of myself, however is a rather large
scar on my back that has never healed properly. I got it a couple
of years back when I came off my bike during a race. It always
tells me how lucky I was but I still race because the risk is is a
part of the whole thing in the end and it wouldn't work without it.
My eyes are a dark brown colour and nothing special really. I
didn't like having darker coloured eyes when I was younger and
once went as far as to think about getting some bright contacts
but they would always come out when I tried them so in the end I
didn't really bother anymore. I don't want anything that is going
to be really impractical. That is definitely something strange to
hear from someone in the Capitol but there you go. My hair is
quite a strange shade and many people think it is natural. In truth
I actually have black hair but I always dye it to make it look a
very light brown which can turn dirty blonde in some types of light.
It is short and sticks up a fair amount when I use a little bit of gel
on it. My face is pretty well proportioned and nothing hideous so
there really isn't much to say about it if I am to be honest.
I guess it is on to the stuff I wear. I have a wardrobe full of
several different outfits and I like each one of them but I wouldn't
call many of them posh or anything like you would expect of
Capitol people. I prefer clothes that are casual and practical for
my daily life. As you would expect from someone who spends a lot
of time on their motorbike I am quite often in my leathers. They
are comfortable so I am quite happy to wear them for a long time,
unless the weather is really hot then I like to get into shorts and
shirt as quickly as possible. Leathers in heat are never really a
good thing. I do have some formal outfits for special occasions
though. My favourite of them is a black tuxedo with a sparkly
collar which I usually wear with a sparkly bow tie. I am a
Capitolite after all and we have to look good when it matters.
...I raise my flags, don my clothes...
...It's a revolution, I suppose...
...We're painted red to fit right in...
...It's a revolution, I suppose...
...We're painted red to fit right in...
<<Personality>>
Well, I have a good group of friends that have stayed friends with
me for quite a few years so I must be fairly friendly towards
others. I like to think I give a good impression of myself anyway. I
always find it good to socialize with the others around me and
have a good laugh. The best thing you can have is a group of
friends to share both happy and sad times with. They can both
celebrate with you and comfort you. The Capitol is the best place
to be but even here isn't perfect so you need a good support
system in terms of other people. Life is a lot more boring without
having other people there to share it all with. Every achievement
you get in life would be pretty much worthless if you couldn't tell
anybody about it so catching up with my friends over food is one
thing that is extremely high in my list of priorities.
The only thing that can beat a good catch up with friends for me is
racing around on my motorbike. It may sound a bit cheesy but
the feeling really is something that is impossible to describe to a
person. You really have to do it to understand what it is like. What
can seem strange is part of the attraction is the actual risk of the
sport. When you are going around at those speeds you get a sort
of buzz that you can't get anywhere else. I suppose it is a bit like
adrenaline in some ways but very different in others. That is the
thing that is so addictive. You tell yourself that once will be quite
enough but once you have done it you want to do it again and
eventually get hooked on the buzz that only comes from going
around at speed just man and machine. It is why we all do it.
People who know me ask me if I am ever scared about the
amount of risk involved and the most honest answer is that if
there was no risk then I probably wouldn't be doing it.
I am only human so am definitely not perfect, especially when it
comes to people who try to boss me around. The powers of
Panem itself I obey without question since I know that they don't
react well to people going against them no matter where they are
from. Other people who boss me around, however, see the side
of my attitude I don't like as much. This is even more true when it
comes to racing. I know how I like things to be and don't like
anyone who tries to change that. To be honest I don't care
whether or not I upset the hierarchy when it comes to a race. I
will do things my way or I won't do it at all, simple as that. If they
can't be bothered to make an effort for me then I am not gonna
give them what they want. This doesn't go down well with some
people but if they don't take me as I am then they are not worth
going out of my way to please. That is just who I am.
Not many people know this at all but I am actually quite a clean
freak as people would call it. I like everything to be tidily in it's
rightful place. If it isn't then I will clean it or move it so it matches
to my high standards. Some of my friends were really surprised
when they first came to my house and found it just about
spotless. When I went round to their place a little time later I
could see the cause of their confusion. Don't get me wrong, their
homes were tidy but nowhere near the way I would keep mine. It
may not be unusual in the Capitol itself but it certainly is to
someone who has the same interests as me. My sort don't usually
care as much about being neat and tidy all the time. Some of the
others who have discovered it love to use this as cause for a joke
bu rearranging my things while I am gone for a few minutes. It
drives me a bit nutty when they do but at least the others always
seem to get a laugh out of it so I guess it isn't too bad. It may
not be a big flaw that I have but I definitely find it embarrassing.
Well, I have a good group of friends that have stayed friends with
me for quite a few years so I must be fairly friendly towards
others. I like to think I give a good impression of myself anyway. I
always find it good to socialize with the others around me and
have a good laugh. The best thing you can have is a group of
friends to share both happy and sad times with. They can both
celebrate with you and comfort you. The Capitol is the best place
to be but even here isn't perfect so you need a good support
system in terms of other people. Life is a lot more boring without
having other people there to share it all with. Every achievement
you get in life would be pretty much worthless if you couldn't tell
anybody about it so catching up with my friends over food is one
thing that is extremely high in my list of priorities.
The only thing that can beat a good catch up with friends for me is
racing around on my motorbike. It may sound a bit cheesy but
the feeling really is something that is impossible to describe to a
person. You really have to do it to understand what it is like. What
can seem strange is part of the attraction is the actual risk of the
sport. When you are going around at those speeds you get a sort
of buzz that you can't get anywhere else. I suppose it is a bit like
adrenaline in some ways but very different in others. That is the
thing that is so addictive. You tell yourself that once will be quite
enough but once you have done it you want to do it again and
eventually get hooked on the buzz that only comes from going
around at speed just man and machine. It is why we all do it.
People who know me ask me if I am ever scared about the
amount of risk involved and the most honest answer is that if
there was no risk then I probably wouldn't be doing it.
I am only human so am definitely not perfect, especially when it
comes to people who try to boss me around. The powers of
Panem itself I obey without question since I know that they don't
react well to people going against them no matter where they are
from. Other people who boss me around, however, see the side
of my attitude I don't like as much. This is even more true when it
comes to racing. I know how I like things to be and don't like
anyone who tries to change that. To be honest I don't care
whether or not I upset the hierarchy when it comes to a race. I
will do things my way or I won't do it at all, simple as that. If they
can't be bothered to make an effort for me then I am not gonna
give them what they want. This doesn't go down well with some
people but if they don't take me as I am then they are not worth
going out of my way to please. That is just who I am.
Not many people know this at all but I am actually quite a clean
freak as people would call it. I like everything to be tidily in it's
rightful place. If it isn't then I will clean it or move it so it matches
to my high standards. Some of my friends were really surprised
when they first came to my house and found it just about
spotless. When I went round to their place a little time later I
could see the cause of their confusion. Don't get me wrong, their
homes were tidy but nowhere near the way I would keep mine. It
may not be unusual in the Capitol itself but it certainly is to
someone who has the same interests as me. My sort don't usually
care as much about being neat and tidy all the time. Some of the
others who have discovered it love to use this as cause for a joke
bu rearranging my things while I am gone for a few minutes. It
drives me a bit nutty when they do but at least the others always
seem to get a laugh out of it so I guess it isn't too bad. It may
not be a big flaw that I have but I definitely find it embarrassing.
...All systems go, the sun hasn't died...
...Deep in my bones, straight from inside...
...Deep in my bones, straight from inside...
<<History>>
I was lucky enough to have been born in the posh, rich
area of Panem and not one of the many districts. I was the only
child of my parents and because of that they doted on me like I
was the most precious thing in the whole wide world,spoiling me
with both gifts and affection. It made my days as a little toddler
very happy indeed as I always had a massive choice of things to
play with and my mother and father would take me so many
places to play around. They did all they could to make sure my
early years were packed full of fun and games. This was all well
documented by my mother who had a career as a professional
photographer. Even now I find myself flicking through some of the
photos every now and then and it never fails to make me smile.
They would get me just about anything I wanted if I asked for it
(except for a baby brother or sister. That request was easily shot
down in flames) and it always made me fairly happy with life.
When I got a little older I started to go to school and meet other
children my own age. The people in my class seemed friendly and
although I had to get used to the concept of sharing things I
started to settle in there fairly quickly and began to learn more
and more about the world I live in. I was able to learn how to
read and write while making new friends at the same time. The
experience was brilliant for me as I had other people to share
what I had with. I could invite them round to play with the many
things my parents had brought me to use and could also have fun
at their homes too. Anywhere else I would have probably been
called a spoiled brat with everything I had but here in the Capitol
pretty much everyone is the same so I fit right in with them. Even
though this part of life was happy I always felt something was
missing from it that couldn't come from money or friends.
I found it when I was 16 years old. The Hunger Games had just
come to an end once again and another lucky victor was crowned.
Everyone was still hyped from watching the event of the year and
a lot of events were doing extra things to keep the people of the
Capitol entertained. One of the days my parents took me up to
the racing circuit where a motorbike race was due to take place,
something I hadn't experienced before. As I watched the bikes
whiz past me at breakneck speeds I found myself entranced by
the whole scenario taking place in front of my eyes and for just a
moment I imagined what it would be like to be on one of the bikes
that was going around the course. I knew it must be an amazing
feeling and decided a very short while after that I wanted to try it
out for myself. I wanted to give one of those machines a go
It took me quite a while but I finally managed to persuade my
parents to buy me my very own motorbike and I started to learn
how to ride it. Soon it became clear that I seemed to have a
certain knack for riding and after a few years I turned all of my
attention to my ultimate goal, the race course. There was a lot of
training to be done before I could even start to race but the
memory of seeing those bikes go past at high speed kept me in
the right frame of mind and when I was 21 I participated in my
first race. The nerves pulsating through my body at the start line
were something I hadn't prepared for but once I set off it didn't
really matter as all other thoughts were blown away by the
immense feeling that could only come from the track. When I
finished that race I knew I had achieved my goal but it was
nowhere near enough for me. I knew I had to keep going.
Very quickly, racing started to become a regular thing for me.
There were lots of different types of events such as track days,
races and even a 4 hour endurance which is run like a relay. It
was my mission to experience as much of it as possible and that I
did. I started to become a regular name to people who often
came to watch the bikes and I relished every moment. I always
said you only get one chance at life so why not make sure that
you are making the most of it and doing what you love. The
momentum died down for a while a couple of years back when I
made a mistake at a pretty tricky corner and ended up crashing
my bike. I had to spend a little time in hospital to recover from my
injuries and it was a while before I got myself back on a bike but
when I did it still felt like my home away from home. There was
no way that I would let one crash end everything I treasured.
I was soon back at the track and starting to ride again. It has
taken me a while to get back into the form I was in before and
maybe even now I still don't do things exactly the same but given
time I know things will eventually go back to how it was then. My
parents have been a lot more nervous about me racing since my
crash no matter how much I assure them that I know the risks of
what I am doing. They have tried to talk me out of it many times
but failed miserably. It is nice that they still love their son more
than anything in the world but they do have to realize that I am
not a little boy anymore and that I can decide by myself whether I
should do things or not. I still love to race and I don't think any
feeling will ever beat it. My life has everything I could ever want
and it makes me glad to wake up each and every morning.
I was lucky enough to have been born in the posh, rich
area of Panem and not one of the many districts. I was the only
child of my parents and because of that they doted on me like I
was the most precious thing in the whole wide world,spoiling me
with both gifts and affection. It made my days as a little toddler
very happy indeed as I always had a massive choice of things to
play with and my mother and father would take me so many
places to play around. They did all they could to make sure my
early years were packed full of fun and games. This was all well
documented by my mother who had a career as a professional
photographer. Even now I find myself flicking through some of the
photos every now and then and it never fails to make me smile.
They would get me just about anything I wanted if I asked for it
(except for a baby brother or sister. That request was easily shot
down in flames) and it always made me fairly happy with life.
When I got a little older I started to go to school and meet other
children my own age. The people in my class seemed friendly and
although I had to get used to the concept of sharing things I
started to settle in there fairly quickly and began to learn more
and more about the world I live in. I was able to learn how to
read and write while making new friends at the same time. The
experience was brilliant for me as I had other people to share
what I had with. I could invite them round to play with the many
things my parents had brought me to use and could also have fun
at their homes too. Anywhere else I would have probably been
called a spoiled brat with everything I had but here in the Capitol
pretty much everyone is the same so I fit right in with them. Even
though this part of life was happy I always felt something was
missing from it that couldn't come from money or friends.
I found it when I was 16 years old. The Hunger Games had just
come to an end once again and another lucky victor was crowned.
Everyone was still hyped from watching the event of the year and
a lot of events were doing extra things to keep the people of the
Capitol entertained. One of the days my parents took me up to
the racing circuit where a motorbike race was due to take place,
something I hadn't experienced before. As I watched the bikes
whiz past me at breakneck speeds I found myself entranced by
the whole scenario taking place in front of my eyes and for just a
moment I imagined what it would be like to be on one of the bikes
that was going around the course. I knew it must be an amazing
feeling and decided a very short while after that I wanted to try it
out for myself. I wanted to give one of those machines a go
It took me quite a while but I finally managed to persuade my
parents to buy me my very own motorbike and I started to learn
how to ride it. Soon it became clear that I seemed to have a
certain knack for riding and after a few years I turned all of my
attention to my ultimate goal, the race course. There was a lot of
training to be done before I could even start to race but the
memory of seeing those bikes go past at high speed kept me in
the right frame of mind and when I was 21 I participated in my
first race. The nerves pulsating through my body at the start line
were something I hadn't prepared for but once I set off it didn't
really matter as all other thoughts were blown away by the
immense feeling that could only come from the track. When I
finished that race I knew I had achieved my goal but it was
nowhere near enough for me. I knew I had to keep going.
Very quickly, racing started to become a regular thing for me.
There were lots of different types of events such as track days,
races and even a 4 hour endurance which is run like a relay. It
was my mission to experience as much of it as possible and that I
did. I started to become a regular name to people who often
came to watch the bikes and I relished every moment. I always
said you only get one chance at life so why not make sure that
you are making the most of it and doing what you love. The
momentum died down for a while a couple of years back when I
made a mistake at a pretty tricky corner and ended up crashing
my bike. I had to spend a little time in hospital to recover from my
injuries and it was a while before I got myself back on a bike but
when I did it still felt like my home away from home. There was
no way that I would let one crash end everything I treasured.
I was soon back at the track and starting to ride again. It has
taken me a while to get back into the form I was in before and
maybe even now I still don't do things exactly the same but given
time I know things will eventually go back to how it was then. My
parents have been a lot more nervous about me racing since my
crash no matter how much I assure them that I know the risks of
what I am doing. They have tried to talk me out of it many times
but failed miserably. It is nice that they still love their son more
than anything in the world but they do have to realize that I am
not a little boy anymore and that I can decide by myself whether I
should do things or not. I still love to race and I don't think any
feeling will ever beat it. My life has everything I could ever want
and it makes me glad to wake up each and every morning.
...I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones...
...Enough to make my systems blow...
...Welcome to the new age, to the new age...
...Welcome to the new age, to the new age...
...Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive...
...Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive...
...Enough to make my systems blow...
...Welcome to the new age, to the new age...
...Welcome to the new age, to the new age...
...Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive...
...Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive...
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