d8 • bennett berkley [wip]

Hey there. The name's John Bennett Berkley. I'll be your narrator for this story. My story, actually. Expect bias and the over exaggerated description of my abilities. Kidding, obviously. What kind of narrator would I be if I went on and on about myself in an exaggerated way? You'd probably expect me to fall in love with a sparkling vampire or something like that. Anyways, I am eighteen years of age. Which means I'm barely legal. Don't worry, I won't release any nude pictures any time soon. Promise. I live in District Eight. Can't complain, I suppose. Besides having dickhead Peacekeepers and the impending threat of being sacrificed in front of a camera for the entertainment of a whole city, it's great. If you can ignore the negatives, it's the place for you. But that's besides the point. Shall we begin?

The doctor had once said he stood at five feet and eight inches. Whether or not that was true, he never really bothered to care. He was shorter than most males, even if he didn't come from a Career District. But he never had reason to be tall and large. Weighing in at about 155 pounds, he's neither large nor small, finding a niche right in the middle. His body isn't muscular, however it is toned. The muscles that exist aren't large but are worked on enough to be visible. He stands with his shoulders back and his chin held high, not because he has confidence but because he knows it's just better. Alright hold up for a second. This makes me sound like a health freak and we're not even a quarter of the way into it yet. I think having good posture is not a bad thing. I don't want to be a hunchback living in a religious cathedral when I get older so forgive me.

His hair is coloured brown and is generally cut short. A cowlick always keeps the front standing up and as he runs his hand constantly through his hair, it only adds to it. It's rough to the touch and is maintained well enough to keep from being dirty and unhygienic. His eyebrows are really thick, curving only slightly in order to go around the top of his eye socket. They are nearly black-looking and are always darker than his hair, even in the winter months when the sun isn't affecting his hair colour. As for facial hair I like to keep myself clean shaven he almost never has any sort of stubble. This is due to me wanting to be clean shaven him only having facial hair grow over his upper lip while his jawline remains bare. However, as he gets older, more and more of the blonde hairs are turning dark.

Light brown eyes peer out from his deep eye sockets. The area is only slightly bruised but due to being so recessed, they appear dark. Golden flecks exist in a sea of chocolate brown within the iris but are drowned out by the shadows that are cast over his eyes. His nose extends out in between his two eyes, coming down to a point and splitting off to form two rather large nostrils. His nose, although large, blends in with his face. Two lips press together, his upper one being a bit larger than the bottom, as he analyses what exists around him. It's part of his job description to keep a straight face and to notice the small details around him. He bites his lip gently when trying to figure something out usually, and two faint lines of teeth marks can be seen along the darkly coloured lips.

His head appears to be fairly rigid until it meets his chin and rounds off smoothly. His chin sticks out a bit further and reaches what could be described as a point. Ears are tucked back against the sides of his head and are pretty small in comparison to the rest of his head. A medium sized neck stretches down to connect his head with the rest of his body. The muscles are seen in the back whenever he is lacking a shirt, seeming to flow down through his body from there. He has never bragged or felt better because of his toned build as he's never really been one to wish to benefit off of it. Instead of using this to flirt with girls or to possibly be an intimidating contender in the Games, he generally doesn't do much with it.

His shoulders are fairly broad and extend off into long arms at their ends. His hands are long and rough, his nails all uneven from being picked at. Calluses are found on all of his fingers despite the fact that he never really writes unless needed to. He believes it's due to holding onto the different tools that he needs at work with the textiles. Cuts are often found along his fingers and around his wrists from the machines accidentally. Those fucking things are probably secret killers, I'm telling you right now. I have almost lost my hand several times. Back up his body, his chest extends down. Bare and appearing muscular, the skin is easiest to see through here with some of his veins being slightly visible as they cross across his body. His legs are the main source of his height which isn't saying much due to him being fairly short. They finish off with medium sized feet that are almost always hidden by socks or shoes.

Cunning

Secrecy

So close and yet so far

Unlucky

Sarcastic

Lies

Careless

Self-aware

Incompetent

Fate's hand

BFFL and Girl he let get away

Puzzles

Nonsense

dis be his historical shit

I'm Damen and this is one of my characters. Instead of going on and on about my life, which you probably don't care about, I'm going to get straight to the point by telling you that my character tracker can be found here. If you see a character that you'd like to RP with, just send me a PM and I'd be glad to answer.

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Library Plot // D8 by Lalia. Plays Whodunit Murder Mysteries specifically similar to the film "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" which is loosely based off of the novel "Bodies Are Where You Find Them"

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