Gregory Scott D10 FINISHED FINALLY
Jan 10, 2014 22:42:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 22:42:15 GMT -5
Name: Gregory Scott
Age: 12
District: 10
Gender: Male
Appearance:
I have pitch black hair the color of storm clouds which is normally neat and tidy. My eyes are brown the color of dark tree bark. I am not strong or muscular but if I was strong you would hardly ever see me use my strength for hurting others. My shin is naturally coppery tan and doesn't burn easily. I have straight arched eyebrows which no one likes much because it seems as if I'm scoring them.
I stand at 4 foot 9 and 85 pounds which is quite small for my age. Even though I love in the livestock District you would never see me eat meat. Instead you would find my head turned away repulsed. I may even tell you that I can't think of poor animals being hurt if you can get through to me. I seem shy because I am. When I meet someone new I like to hide.
You will most likely not find me if I hide because I'm quite good and not letting people see me. I developed that skill from the bullies in my school who you would see chasing after me because I look weak. If you see me run you would not believe it. I would be zooming past you and any other people around. I am thin with hallowed out cheeks from not getting enough to eat. I look dead already.
Personality:
I am shy and I hate meeting new people. Anyone new scared me to bits. I am also terrified of anyone who hurts anything like the bullies who tease me at school. I hate seeing blood and I hate animals dying. As you may have guessed I am vegetarian. As I watch my older brother bring down his knife on a cow I always think, "Why?" Sometimes I rush over to try to save a baby lamb or a goat I started to like. I also tend to turn away from blood and gore.
I only hate people who hurt others for fun like the peacekeepers in our district. I am not very brave but I do anything to annoy them. I also never back down from a bet or a dare from one of my few friends. I am also quite curious and I love to investigate stuff if I know it is safe. I would have what some would call a weak mind. I am really smart but it doesn't take much to break me.
I am fast and speedy, but really weak. I can see where others make mistakes and can sense if something is dangerous normally. I tend to run away if something gets dangerous. I believe anything can be solved by running away. When my brother tries to hand me a knife to slaughter an animal I run. I am always hungry because me and my brother never have enough to eat.
History
I currently live with only my 15 year old brother always starving. My mother died when my little sister was born. Grief struck our house as then my father committed suicide from depression. I was 5 then. My brother and I swore to ourselves that we would do anything to protect each other and our sister. We went to an orphanage but we normally were outside and fended for ourselves. A year later my sister died from a flu she caught from another kid in the orphanage.
At the orphanage they gave us almost nothing to eat and the caretaker was really mean. We had to work for ourselves and buy food ourselves.
As we were about to die of starvation and the peacekeepers became more wary of our stealing my brother got a job which included killing animals. I hated it when my brother came home with cow blood on his hands with barely enough for us to eat. My brother kept on trying to hand me a knife but I would always turn and run. Sometimes I would watch with horror on my face as my brother brought down another animal. He always told me that he hated every second of his job.
Instead of working with a knife which I despise so much I started working with cows. My job is to feed them and milk them every day. I love the cows I work with and I'm glad these cows aren't being sent to be slaughtered.
One time I tried to steal even though I despise it. All I got was a bit of hot sauce in a bottle. My brother and I hated it so I went to dispose of it. I was about to throw it out into the street when I noticed one of the mean shopkeepers who never gives anything extra to help us eating some soup. He got up to do something and I realized this was my only chance. Instead of taking the soup because it had chicken in it. I poured the bit of hot sauce in the bottle into the soup.
The shopkeeper came back and I rushed off and hid where I could see him. He took a small sip off soup and spray it out. His face red, screeming and yelling, I ran. When I got back my brother scolded me for being out to long but we still had a laugh over it!
Age: 12
District: 10
Gender: Male
Appearance:
I have pitch black hair the color of storm clouds which is normally neat and tidy. My eyes are brown the color of dark tree bark. I am not strong or muscular but if I was strong you would hardly ever see me use my strength for hurting others. My shin is naturally coppery tan and doesn't burn easily. I have straight arched eyebrows which no one likes much because it seems as if I'm scoring them.
I stand at 4 foot 9 and 85 pounds which is quite small for my age. Even though I love in the livestock District you would never see me eat meat. Instead you would find my head turned away repulsed. I may even tell you that I can't think of poor animals being hurt if you can get through to me. I seem shy because I am. When I meet someone new I like to hide.
You will most likely not find me if I hide because I'm quite good and not letting people see me. I developed that skill from the bullies in my school who you would see chasing after me because I look weak. If you see me run you would not believe it. I would be zooming past you and any other people around. I am thin with hallowed out cheeks from not getting enough to eat. I look dead already.
Personality:
I am shy and I hate meeting new people. Anyone new scared me to bits. I am also terrified of anyone who hurts anything like the bullies who tease me at school. I hate seeing blood and I hate animals dying. As you may have guessed I am vegetarian. As I watch my older brother bring down his knife on a cow I always think, "Why?" Sometimes I rush over to try to save a baby lamb or a goat I started to like. I also tend to turn away from blood and gore.
I only hate people who hurt others for fun like the peacekeepers in our district. I am not very brave but I do anything to annoy them. I also never back down from a bet or a dare from one of my few friends. I am also quite curious and I love to investigate stuff if I know it is safe. I would have what some would call a weak mind. I am really smart but it doesn't take much to break me.
I am fast and speedy, but really weak. I can see where others make mistakes and can sense if something is dangerous normally. I tend to run away if something gets dangerous. I believe anything can be solved by running away. When my brother tries to hand me a knife to slaughter an animal I run. I am always hungry because me and my brother never have enough to eat.
History
I currently live with only my 15 year old brother always starving. My mother died when my little sister was born. Grief struck our house as then my father committed suicide from depression. I was 5 then. My brother and I swore to ourselves that we would do anything to protect each other and our sister. We went to an orphanage but we normally were outside and fended for ourselves. A year later my sister died from a flu she caught from another kid in the orphanage.
At the orphanage they gave us almost nothing to eat and the caretaker was really mean. We had to work for ourselves and buy food ourselves.
As we were about to die of starvation and the peacekeepers became more wary of our stealing my brother got a job which included killing animals. I hated it when my brother came home with cow blood on his hands with barely enough for us to eat. My brother kept on trying to hand me a knife but I would always turn and run. Sometimes I would watch with horror on my face as my brother brought down another animal. He always told me that he hated every second of his job.
Instead of working with a knife which I despise so much I started working with cows. My job is to feed them and milk them every day. I love the cows I work with and I'm glad these cows aren't being sent to be slaughtered.
One time I tried to steal even though I despise it. All I got was a bit of hot sauce in a bottle. My brother and I hated it so I went to dispose of it. I was about to throw it out into the street when I noticed one of the mean shopkeepers who never gives anything extra to help us eating some soup. He got up to do something and I realized this was my only chance. Instead of taking the soup because it had chicken in it. I poured the bit of hot sauce in the bottle into the soup.
The shopkeeper came back and I rushed off and hid where I could see him. He took a small sip off soup and spray it out. His face red, screeming and yelling, I ran. When I got back my brother scolded me for being out to long but we still had a laugh over it!
