Verbum Alecis - District 8 [WIP]

.Verbum Alecis.

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( a g e ) twelve
( g e n d e r ) male
( l o c a t i o n ) district eight
( f a c e c l a i m ) daniel huttlestone
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( a p p e a r a n c e )

The dirt blonde mop or hair that sits atop Verbum's head is always dirty and always a mess. It never seems to have a certain style to it because it just seems to fall wherever it wants. The young boy's hair reaches down to his shoulders, and it is nothing but split ends and knots. He doesn't have time to cut his hair and he definitely does not have the means to have someone else do it. Chunks of dried dirt and leaves cling to the yellow strands because Verbum doesn't see the necessity in bathing. Ever. His hair is long enough to be pulled back but he hates to do it because it's a girl hair-do.

Eyes and skin.

The little boy's face is lined with clumps of freckles scattered across his cheeks and over his nose. He has high cheeks bones and tiny dimples when he smiles. If he smiles. Sometimes he doesn't shut up enough to smile. His lips, moving or not, are a fair pink colour but are usually chapped and sometimes scabbed from his constant habit of biting them. His teeth are yellow and a bit crooked. It's not his fault that he doesn't own a toothbrush (though if he did, it wouldn't be used anyway). Since he's right about that age were puberty could set in at any moment, traces of ance are already appearing on his face. Sometimes the acne is hidden beneath the layers of caked dirt that stain Verbum's face, along with small scratches and dried blood. Underneath the massive mane of hair the hangs down from his head are smaller than average ears, though that certainly doesn't seem to effect his hearing.

Some wonder how he is able to carry on the way he does. Mostly because of his body weight. Not that there is much to say about it, since he doesn't weigh much of anything. Verbum is frail and extremely fragile looking. A lot of people are afraid of touching him in case he were to break into a million tiny pieces. His bones stick out at sharp angles and skin seems to cling to them desperately as if it might fall off at any moment. If he became any thinner he would be disgusting to look at, but thankfully he hasn't reached that stage yet. He is emaciated because he has a problem with getting ahold of food, and when he does it isn't much of anything. Verbum couldn't tip the scale at 90lbs even if he was sopping wet.

Being only twelve and underfed, he hasn't developed muscle of any sort on his body. Were Verbumn to lift his shirt for some reason, his ribs would be visibly showing. A sure sign of how hard it is for him to find food to eat. Bony hips protrude from his sides and give way to long, lanky legs. He is a shorter than average for his age, standing at 4 feet 8 inches. It isn't a very good height because many of the boys in the orphanage stand at least 6 inches taller than him. His legs are also bony and his thighs don't touch. They aren't even close to touching. Average size feet hold up his lanky body. The only shoes that have comfortably fit him were a size seven, but he wears whatever size he can get a hold of (which is usually much larger than a seven and requires him to stuff the toes).

Back, scars.

His arms lack substance. If he were to try to touch his pinky finger to his thumb around one of his wrists, it would be an easy matter. Clean fingernails are never a possibility. And neither are clean toenails. He runs around barefoot most of the time and his hands seem to touch everything with the natural curiosity the he has. His hands are always filthy and, because of the fact that he never has proper fitting shoes, his feet are callused, dirty, and dry from running around barefoot so often. Half of his pinky on his right hand is missing because of an accident when he was nine. Thankfully, it doesn't limit him many on tasks because he is left-handed anyway.

All the clothing he wears has a few things in common: they are dirty, tattered, and worn. Verbum doesn't have many clothes to choose from to begin with. Usually he is just wearing dark pants. They are sometimes too big, but that is why he always has a black belt to fastened them securely to his waist. If he isn't barefoot, then he is wearing the one pair of beat-up old sneakers that he stole from an older child at the orphanage. His shirt is always a few sizes to big, so he sometimes ties it in a knot on the side to keep it from looking like it's going to fall off, other times he chooses to venture on shirtless. You will never find Verbum without the small silver locket he wears around her neck. It looks old and it starting to rust, but he loves it nonetheless.

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( p e r s o n a l i t y )

Sharp Tongue.
Know-It-All.
Overwhelming Curiousity.
Walking Dictionary.
Obsession.
It defines him.
Natural-born Leader.
Snob.
Opinionated.

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( h i s t o r y )

Verbum was born to Kendall Alecis and only God knows who else. Finding out the identity of his father wasn't something he was very keen on doing. He was conceived during a one night stand per say (though every night was a one night stand for his mother, or sometimes two or three one night stands in a single night). Maybe it's not competely her fault that that was how she mad a living. Panem had forced her into that life- or so she claimed.
Orphan stuff.
Life Sucks.
La Vie Boheme.
Viva La France.
Books.
On My Own.
Lovely Ladies.
Mom Was A Prostitute.

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