Grimm Mayers - District 10 (Fin)

Name: Grimm Mayers
Age:

[/b] 23 Years
Occupation:[/b] I don't even know anymore...

Filling out a form is so useless and the endeavor doesn't quite simplify matters. Words are hardly a device to pay mind to. I'd rather watch the others talk their game while I play it. That is my overall need in this world: do what pleases me. If something does please me, then so be it. If something doesn't then it best watch out for the scythe in this farmer's hand. I utilize my crop and make sure to only pick the best and reap the rest. Then again, that is something with my name, is it not? Grimm? Most of the residents here call me Graves though due to my current job. What exactly to call it? I work for hire, but mainly take the lowest of all jobs. To kill, to slaughter, its not really a bother to me and it does clean up some of the smudge on this earth. Gotta make sure this place is a little more pure each and every day, and then end the filth with myself. If I'm still around, then I'll enjoy the pain a little too much. Does that answer the occupation question?

Qualifications: Hmmm, that's a strange one, but I'm sure I can handle it...

After all, I enjoy these kinds of things. Living, breathing, killing; things of this variety interest this body of mine. Something that may seem so small, so white, so pure as the un-tilled earth, but it enjoys the feel of another no matter it may be. Thought that feeling must please these bones of mine, otherwise the interest is of no use. Thus, if I find something attractive, I will then chase for it and gain the world at that rate. Attain the pleasure. So in my passed, I have killed a man or two. Built them up and brought them down like the hammer of justice. Or I have been the blade of wrath, cutting down the innocents in my path. Though these men hardly seem so innocent to me, I do not mind them. It was just my bodies need to kill them. To end them. Blow about the revelation that immortality is only a myth, and our existence is something dangerous. Isn't it?

So the men that count as my 'qualifications.' My first experience came about with my father. Homely man, nice enough to the world. Felt Mayers. Would say hello to the world with each fresh breath of air out on the fields. I enjoyed him. He made me happy. Gave me what I wanted and even acted as both parents since Mari Mayers died in a fatal accident. That accident? My birth. My conception. The little thing that shouldn't have happened. So one night I ask if I could have him. Felt Mayers. And he seemed rather confused, disoriented... I'm not even sure why now. He thought I already had him, that's what I was sure of. But no, I did not have the entirety of Felt Mayers. I wanted to feel him like no one else understood.

So I gut him, felt his innerds and understood what was Felt Mayers.

This was easy to make Felt look like an accident though. Plenty of farm tools in the shed, with the machines, all Felt had to do was have an accident in the middle of the night while trying to do some illegal work. All to help his son. But I did understand Felt at that point, inside and out. I knew him like no one else did.

Then came the 'unfortunate' accident of Taylor Reynolds, a boy I met when I was sixteen. I'm sure you've heard of him, right? The one who, bless his heart, fell from a tall tree. Shattered his spine on the land. What a pleasant crack that was. He was a joker though, came onto me a few times and really seemed to enjoy my company. For whatever reason, I am unsure. But I told him again that I wished to understand him like no one else did. So he said okay, and while we sat in that tree and he leaned into what he must have thought was a kiss, I pushed him down. Understood him in death. Brushed back his hair with a smile before telling the Peacekeepers of his fall. And those beautiful blue eyes fell grey in Taylor's eyes, like my own. For there is no holiness in these bones, only the dim hope for salvation.

I'm sure it's all there, in the above, what you are looking for.

Hobbies: Huh. That's a strange one for now...

My hobbies are slim to none. I believe I only have one actually, wood carving. I've loved to carve little figures out of wood and make figurines out of them. Most of the time it's of people I know deep and well, like Felt and Taylor. Sometimes they're of animals I have seen near the edge of the district. But that's my free time if I am not working.

And I'm usually working.

Anything else you'd like to add: One thing really.

Some men want to watch the world burn. I am one of those men.

P.S.
You will be looking for a small, frail man. Someone of a tall stature but not really all that noticeable. It's quite natural. I'm nothing to be impressed over when you get a first glance. I keep a good diet despite my figure but there is no need to show off what is to come. If someone sees you as intimidating, terrifying, then they will expect a violent response from me. I want to be friendly, appear friendly. Appear inviting. I want to understand them all. Let them come to me.

Oh, sorry. Getting distracted. Some other things. Brown hair, nicely cut, kept neat so that the wind won't mess it. Have to be presentable, have to be clad and clean. My eyes are the color of storm clouds, a nice, distant grey that captures the person. The person I see. The person I perceive. The person to understand. Yes, you. Won't you accept my letter? Won't you let me work with you? I dress nice, professionally, inviting.[/justify][/blockquote]



Sincerely,
Grimm “Graves” Mayers[/color][/size]

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