amun silvera / d9 finished

People say there's something odd about him, the small boy with the solemn, mature face. Standing at a mere five foot six, he's rather short for a boy his age, and much to his annoyance he's not going to really grow much taller into adulthood. His build is a tad more lean than heavy, and though he occasionally gets teased for it, he's never really wished to be more muscular or masculine except the passing whim.

Amun has inherited his father's dark olive skin, rather than his mother's fairer complexion. Earthy brown eyes stare at passers-by perhaps a little longer than they should, a shade lighter than the hair atop his head; a colour just shy of black. He hates to have it short, but without a regular cut is quickly turns into a chaotic mop of loose curls. The boy may often say he hates it and the sheer effort it takes to it to behave, but truly he would never trade in his dark kinks for anything else.

Not surprising for one in district nine, his attire is usually a simple design in a shirt and jeans. Still, that's not to say Amun doesn't have any flair whatsoever. If you've got him in the right mood, you may even see him in his favourite shirt; a white collared button down with florescent colours flecked throughout. He can remember the day he got it, several years ago when it was far too big to fit his body - his mother laughed and said the best thing to do with the garment was throw it in the nearest dumpster, but Amun ignored the advice and held it dear until it was actually wearable on his slight frame. It's still somewhat too big but he still wears it with pride. Some people think it odd for a boy of such modest means to care so much for clothing, but Amun doesn't really find it strange at all.

Where you might see him? Well, that's the question. Apart from when he's at his parent's houses and school, Amun's hidey holes are only known to him. Once in a blue moon you might find him in the street, but odds are he'll mutter some excuse and walk off, disappearing through the nearest alleyway and off to god-knows-where. If it's any hint he adores what little spots of nature there are in the eighth district of Panem, but mostly his whereabouts depend entirely on his mood.

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INFP | introverted intuitive feeling perceiving

If he received a dollar every time he was called peculiar, Amun could probably live in the Capitol. Perhaps it's that aloof, stand-offish demeanor that one can sense as he wanders around on his lonesome, perhaps it's his random remarks which has as much chance of being a profound statement about the human condition as a strange question whether you think dogs can be introverts or extroverts. Sure, he may be a quiet, reserved fellow, but there's nothing to indicate timidness in his mannerisms. There's more a reluctance to socialise rather than a fear of it about Amun.

There's also something strangely ambivalent about the boy. His conflicting need for solitude and the constant loneliness of doing so is a central part of his personality; a longing to both stand out and fit in, of sorts. The few friends he does make he can become overly dependent on, but sometimes he might go weeks at a time without contact with. In this sense Amun can be selfish; only caring about his own needs and neglecting others. It's part of his nature to obsess over something and then abruptly lose interest, just to take a look at it and covet it again. In communication he often appears distant and absentminded, but there's something there behind the blank mask - the cogs are oiled and turning, he's taken on board every word you say. 

Amun has a particular love of colour; especially vivid neon hues, which in the smoggy streets of District Nine, is fairly rare to come across. Like a magpie he collects bits and pieces he comes across - cheap gemstones, rubber bracelets, anything florescent in colour. Coming into his two rooms you'll find gaudy trinkets stashed everywhere; much like a bird's nest really. Maybe the love for bright colours comes from the ; he adores individuality, as much as in a person than an idea or object. He will easily choose an creative, original concept over a logical or elaborate one, even if it is rough or not well thought out. 

However, he is a brooder. Quite naturally an introvert, he rarely voices his own discontent, instead withdrawing even further away from those close to him to spend time with just his thoughts. Sometimes, if it gets too bad, he finds the stray bottle of cheap brandy in one of his parent's houses and finds some secluded corner to drink it alone. It tastes horrible, and it doesn't seem to do much, but he does it anyway. If they noticed the absence of the bottles, they haven't said anything about it. This sullen side is somewhat obvious even in his normal demeanor; it's a dark tone in his voice that grounds what otherwise sounds dazed and dreamy, the slouch in his walk, when you'd expect him to be treading upon clouds. There's an unanticipated cynicism about him which one would not usually expect.

He's an odd mix of juvenile and mature, of naïve and sardonic. Amun isn't a particularly motivated person, lazy even, and honestly he can't be bothered trying to be anything other than himself, trying to fit into one mould. Sure, there are things that he wishes he was, but atypically content with the way he is.

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Amun always kept his father's name, not because of gender norms, not because it was his household that Amun usually stayed in, but simply because he thought it sounded better. His mother and father met through working at a wood-treating factory, where Jon had been the manager of a few novice workers. including 23-year old Jarisa. The two worked together for a few months before officially hitting it off, their relationship a rather hesitant, slow-blooming one. It was fairly obvious that their pregnancy was unplanned, having only happened within the first two months of their relationship and Jarisa's reluctance to commit her life to being a couple. Still, she was adamant not to get the child aborted and the two decided to give being a family a shot. They moved in together, scraped together their meagre earnings to buy a small shabby house within the crowded centre of the district. They never married; it had never been important to either Jon or Jarisa, and there was never a great deal of pressure from their families to do so anyway.

Amun was born in the midst of summer, just a week overdue. Jarisa stayed at home to look after the baby boy while Jon continued his work at the wood-treating factory. However, Jarisa found motherhood wasn't all that it was cracked up to be - Amun was a difficult and colicky baby who rarely let his mother leave the house, or even have a good night's sleep. The strain showed in the couple's relationship; their laid-back romance fizzled and ebbed away just as stealthily as it had arrived. There was no big fights, no hissed arguments between them, but it was clear the affection had gone from their lives. So, much to the surprise of their acquaintances, the two adults split just after Amun's second birthday. Jon had earned enough money to afford another drab flat just a few blocks away. While Jarisa still had the boy for most of the time, Jon still got to see him on a regular basis. It was an odd arrangement, said those around them, but it seemed to work. Lucky enough they could afford the two houses, really.

Then came school for the child. From the start Amun rarely participated and would often not ask questions towards him. At first there was concern that he was "mentally uncapable", but soon it became clear that despite his poor verbal communication, when he did talk it was colloquial and well-mannered. He soon became a subject of fascination for his peers, and in those early days there were other children that did try to talk to him, or be friendly, at least; they all thought him some misunderstood genius back then, which far overestimated his abilities. Whether they naturally lost interest or it was Amun's total lack of charisma at fault, he couldn't be sure. The boy could never really say he had been bullied, then or now, but he came to be politely ignored in the public eye, and snickered about in private.

His love for exploring became prominent at about the age of nine. It wasn't that his parents didn't care for him, sure, they loved him just as much as the next did; their boundaries were just very lax. If he wasn't at one of their houses, they would just assume he was at the other's. At first he was scared to even venture away from the nearest block, but soon he gained confidence, straying further and further from the house until it took full days to get back. This hasn't been without any incidents; there's been a few times where he's been mugged, but nothing too serious. Yet, at least. Amun's learned to take little with him and what areas to avoid over the years, and his wisdom has paid off.