Wayde Zorien D4 {WIP}

N A M E - Wayde Clauski Zorien
A G E - Sixteen
G E N D E R - Male
D I S T R I C T - Four
A P P E A R A N C E -
-grayish-blue eyes of a child
-dark brown bushy hair
-healthy and lean because of fishing job
-nose too big for his face
-excellent singing voice

When someone looks at me, they just see a regular looking District Four boy. I'm a normal height and weight for my age, and that's 5'10'' and 134 lb. I guess my muscles are lean and healthy because of my fishing job and how we have this career training thing in our district. I hate how my nose is really big, because well, it just is really too big for my face.

P E R S O N A L I T Y -
-loves fishing and the ocean
-clever
-go-with-the-flow
-overprotective of sibling
-artistic
-cheerful
-loves collecting shells
-really lazy

Ever since my brother's death, I've changed for the good. I used to be really, really cheerful all the time, and I enjoyed life to the max. When I discovered that Dad had murdered him, I became extremely overprotective of my younger sister, Liera, afraid that my father would kill her as well. He never did, though, and too this day, I still am really overprotective. I guess things have gotten a little more normal when my father committed suicide, but I'm still stricken by the horrible things that had happened in my young life. When he was still alive, though, and I knew that he killed my brother, I threw away any little boy temper that I could possibly have left in me. That way, Dad would never get too too mad at me because I would handle these situations without anger. During that awful time, Liera and I really bonded, us being the only two people who knew what was really going on. We grew apart from both our parents, well, actually, it was they who grew apart from us. Those days, I really had to think before I acted when I was with Dad, and the habits I had learned during that time were never unlearned when the really messed up part of my life was done and over.

My mom had taught me to be a clean and proper boy who never messed up, and that paid off. Thus, when I had to get a job as a fisherman's helper, I hated it. The job was really nasty, if you ask me, and I would dread going to it every day. But I learned a bunch of life lessons from that old man who gave me errands to do, and I really bonded with him over time, and he treated me like a son because he didn't get to have one of his own. I treated him like a second father, 'cause by then, my real dad neglected us and was a whole different person than what he was before. So, when the old guy retired, he handed his business over to me, but that was quite a challenge, considering that I was just fourteen. And after a while, I started to love the ocean and fishing, and every summer morning I would sneak out to the beach to collect shells. The sunrises I saw there were amazing, and they gave a sense of hope; that when dark falls, eventually the sun will rise again. To this day, I still collect the shells from the beach, and you should see my big jars of them! While I was working as a fisherman, I became real hardworking, unlike how I was a lazy dump before I did.


H I S T O R Y -

My life was quite a perfect one, up until my brother's "disappearance". I was born to an upper-middle class family with two siblings, an older brother, Taren, and a younger sister, Liera. We were all three years apart, so none of us really understood the other, but even so, we had many fun times together. I had a pretty normal District Four life for a kid, school, vacations, and other stuff. Up until I was eleven, nothing extremely important happened in my life. I went to the career training thing but I didn't really focus on it, but I didn't focus a lot on anything. Most of my day was spent daydreaming in my room. School was a breeze, and I was pretty popular, too. I had tons of friends, and the Universe seemed to really like me. But all of it changed when the incident happened while I was eleven.

I still remember the day when Taren was taken away from us. It was really hot, like burning, and we were strolling through the city that day. So it was fun, we played in the arcade, and went to the beach, but when night fell, the bad stuff started to happen. When my parents decided to take us to the mall, and that was the stupidest thing that they had ever done, Taren asked to go buy some things from a shop nearby. Now, my parents were naturally overprotective, but they let him go by his self, considering he was fourteen years old. They told him to meet back in the city center at nine, but when the time came, he never showed up. We looked and looked and looked for hours, and peacekeepers did too. Even so, our efforts had no avail, and we had tried everything. The peacekeepers told us to go home and they'd phone us when Taren was found. And so that night, we came home with one person missing, with one member of our family still in the city, and that was Taren. The phone call, it was never for him. My mother had tearfully told us he was gone forever, and that we had no hope of finding him anymore. I didn't believe it for a second, but as the years went by, I started to give in. He was probably dead, and I kept on hoping he would one day just show up at our door, but the day never came.

After Taren's disappearance, our father started to get really detached to the world. He never seemed to smile at all, and he rarely talked. It was like he was a completely different person. With Taren gone, we needed another source of income in our family, and that was me. So at the age of eleven, I took up his job as a fisherman, or rather, a person who helped a really old fisherman with the jobs that were too dirty for him. Naturally, I hated it, me being such an organized and clean person, but as each day got me more respect from the old fisherman, I was allowed to do more uh, "clean", I guess, jobs. Eventually, the old guy retired and I took up his business, seeing that he had no children to do it. He treated me like a son, because he never got the chance to have one of his own. Thus, when he passed away, I was about as sad as I would be if my own grandpa had died. The fishing business actually turned out to be my strength, and I turned out to love it. I did once almost drown when I fell off my boat, but since I was an exceptional swimmer, I made it to shore alive.

And then, was the most horrifying part of my life so far. I was fourteen, and this was merely a year ago. One day, when I was docking my boat after a day of fishing, I was peering into the water and I saw it. It was Taren's watch, the one that he wore every single day, and refused to take it off. Taren had worn it when he died, so I was curious about how it ended here. I knew it was his because, well, he kind of engraved his name on the back. The watch was a cool watch, one that Liera and I always admired; it's ability to take voice memos, and the fact that it was waterproof. We all took really silly voice recordings of us making fart noises, or something like that. So I picked it up and went home to try to fix it, and try to hold onto a part of little lost Taren. When I got home, I found the battery to be completely dry, but there was no way it had survived three years after Taren's death, so I replaced it. The results really touched my heart, like how the little ticking arm still ticked from number to number, just like they did years ago. And then, I prepared myself for the voice tapes, running into my room, hoping that they were still there, and they were. The watch had this thing where it would let you listen to the oldest memos first, and then it would move onto the latest. The laughs we had recorded, Taren's voice journal that we didn't even realize he had, the fart noises, everything. I cried here and there, and this tiny watch; it was all I had left of my brother, his voice.

When I got to the last recording, it was what changed my life. I pressed the play button, and an awful scream pierced my ears. "No dad, STOP, please!" were the words that were screeched from the tiny device. A maniacal laugh that could only be my father's was heard and there was one last scream of terror, and then the recording went blank. I couldn't process what had just happened, but the vague idea of what was really my brother's "disappearance" was scared me to death, so without thinking, I deleted the recording. Later, I would come to regret this deletion, but right then, I was hyperventilating; I was a mess of tears. The words finally crossed my mind clearly. Father had murdered Taren and is pretending that he was 'lost'. Oh, the utter terror of it all. I couldn't even move then, it was like my arms and legs were frozen in place, and I just lay there on my bed. For the hours that followed, I just thought about this incident, I just processed the terrible news slowly. Taren must have recorded this when he was being killed, and I since then, I was deathly afraid of my dad, afraid that he would do what he did to Taren to Liera and I. Liera was told what really happened, and boy did she cry. We were always avoiding him, but since he was so detached from the world already, he didn't really care. And just this year, we found out that Father killed himself when I was at school, and wow, my life is messed up. But then, I was really relieved that the monster was gone and that I never had to be with him again.

When all of this was done and over, life started to get a little back to normal. Liera and I were both scarred for life on what Dad had done, and my mother never knew that Taren was killed; we never told her. I never really turned back into the happy me I was before this all started, but the tension really drew back this year.