Griffin Jordine {District Ten}
Aug 18, 2014 15:40:49 GMT -5
Post by Louie on Aug 18, 2014 15:40:49 GMT -5
Name: Griffin Jordine
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District: District 10, Ranching/Livestock
Griffin is about six feet tall, weighing about one hundred and thirty pounds. He may not look like much, but... Well, you're right, he isn't much. His parents are built to be ranchers, but Griffin is not. His skin is pale, like a ghost's. The reason for this is because he is albino. To many people, he is nobody, just the weirdo who nobody likes.
His face is almost shaped like a raindrop. His chin is sharp, and his lips are thin. Griffin's ears are relatively small, but are very powerful. He can hear very well. He cannot see as well as the average person, but he can still catch the small things. He does not make enough money to afford glasses, so his main goal is to earn enough to buy some. For the most part, his arms are covered with a white, stained shirt. But beneath the shirt, he has a deep scar on his left arm from getting cut on a fence while trying to catch a cow that had run off.
Griffin likes bright colors, so he wears a bright, white, long-sleeved shirt and ripped up black shorts. His work boots look brand new, as he keeps very good care of his possessions. He found an old, torn baseball cap on the side of the road one day, the letters all scratched out. Griffin found it interesting and always wears it. Knowing it could sell for a decent amount of money, his father tried to sell it, but Griffin stole it from him and has hidden it whenever his father gets close.
His bright red eyes scare many of the people who live nearby. One of the older women called him a "Demon sent from Hell to bring us all to the grave". He didn't take offense, he knew he looked odd. His bright white hair, normally covered by his baseball cap, could fall out from the end to his shoulders. He didn't take very good care of his hair, so it still grows long.
Personality:
Griffin is an odd fellow, but not just because he is an albino. He spends the majority of his time by himself, reading journals and books that he'd found on the roads or abandon ranches. That was another things he enjoyed - exploration. He is an extremely curious person, finding the smallest things interesting. He could find a tiny, oddly shaped pebble and he would be fascinated.
When is comes to insults, he is pretty calm. Obviously, like anybody else, he would be relatively upset, but he is one of the few people who stay calm. He always says "Violence is not always the answer, but neither are words". He has not gotten into much trouble, as barely anybody knows who he is. His own parents don't see him too often.
Griffin is an introvert, always staying away from massive crowds. On occasion he'll stop and say hello to somebody, but they do not take to it lightly. Albinos aren't common, so they seem to be afraid of him sometimes. He doesn't care, though. He believes that it is a gift, that he's just a bit odd. And he is, he carries small stones engraved with small symbols around his neck and stuck a large chicken feather into the back of his baseball cap. He thought it made him look "cool".
History:
Griffin was born on August Sixteenth, the day his father bought a dog. The dog has no real name, they just call him 'Dog'. The dog helped Griffin learn to walk and such. Griffin would grab on to the dog's hind-quarters and it would slowly walk while Griffin balanced himself. After a while, the dog would hop away and let Griffin walk on his own. It worked very well, he was able to walked very early compared to others. Griffin loved that dog until the day it died. It died when Griffin was about eleven. It was a terrible time for him, grieving for the poor dog.
Years later, he got a new dog with his own money. He calls him "Jack". Jack is a larger dog, speckled with brown and white. Griffin and Jack get along very well, spending huge amounts of time with each other. Now, Griffin did not tell his parents about Jack. Still hasn't. He was afraid that they'd take him away and sell him off for the money, especially because Jack was great at cattle herding. Jack stays in a small dog house that Griffin made with small sticks and branches from nearby trees. He keeps him out along the edge of the district, which is fairly close to his home.
When Griffin grew older, fifteen, he was in a terrible accident. He was running along with Jack, herding cattle, when his arm caught on a large spike protruding from the fence along their property. It cut him all the way from his wrist to his elbow, causing it to bleed terribly. He quickly ushered Jack home, desperate to get help as soon as possible. Eventually, when he finally made it home, he had gone even more pale than usual, his vision blurry. A huge trail of blood from where he got hurt all the way to his house. His mother put a wet cloth on it, and got her friend who was good with these types of injuries.
After a few weeks, the injury was healed and closed. Griffin, as soon as he'd healed, went to visit Jack. Jack was ok, thankfully, and looked very healthy. He was extremely excited to see Griffin. A while passed, and Griffin got into swinging sticks at a nearby tree, finding it fun. The loud "CRACK" it made when he hit it gave him a thrill. Whenever anger or stress got to him, he swings a fallen branch around.
Codeword: Odair
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District: District 10, Ranching/Livestock
Griffin is about six feet tall, weighing about one hundred and thirty pounds. He may not look like much, but... Well, you're right, he isn't much. His parents are built to be ranchers, but Griffin is not. His skin is pale, like a ghost's. The reason for this is because he is albino. To many people, he is nobody, just the weirdo who nobody likes.
His face is almost shaped like a raindrop. His chin is sharp, and his lips are thin. Griffin's ears are relatively small, but are very powerful. He can hear very well. He cannot see as well as the average person, but he can still catch the small things. He does not make enough money to afford glasses, so his main goal is to earn enough to buy some. For the most part, his arms are covered with a white, stained shirt. But beneath the shirt, he has a deep scar on his left arm from getting cut on a fence while trying to catch a cow that had run off.
Griffin likes bright colors, so he wears a bright, white, long-sleeved shirt and ripped up black shorts. His work boots look brand new, as he keeps very good care of his possessions. He found an old, torn baseball cap on the side of the road one day, the letters all scratched out. Griffin found it interesting and always wears it. Knowing it could sell for a decent amount of money, his father tried to sell it, but Griffin stole it from him and has hidden it whenever his father gets close.
His bright red eyes scare many of the people who live nearby. One of the older women called him a "Demon sent from Hell to bring us all to the grave". He didn't take offense, he knew he looked odd. His bright white hair, normally covered by his baseball cap, could fall out from the end to his shoulders. He didn't take very good care of his hair, so it still grows long.
Personality:
Griffin is an odd fellow, but not just because he is an albino. He spends the majority of his time by himself, reading journals and books that he'd found on the roads or abandon ranches. That was another things he enjoyed - exploration. He is an extremely curious person, finding the smallest things interesting. He could find a tiny, oddly shaped pebble and he would be fascinated.
When is comes to insults, he is pretty calm. Obviously, like anybody else, he would be relatively upset, but he is one of the few people who stay calm. He always says "Violence is not always the answer, but neither are words". He has not gotten into much trouble, as barely anybody knows who he is. His own parents don't see him too often.
Griffin is an introvert, always staying away from massive crowds. On occasion he'll stop and say hello to somebody, but they do not take to it lightly. Albinos aren't common, so they seem to be afraid of him sometimes. He doesn't care, though. He believes that it is a gift, that he's just a bit odd. And he is, he carries small stones engraved with small symbols around his neck and stuck a large chicken feather into the back of his baseball cap. He thought it made him look "cool".
History:
Griffin was born on August Sixteenth, the day his father bought a dog. The dog has no real name, they just call him 'Dog'. The dog helped Griffin learn to walk and such. Griffin would grab on to the dog's hind-quarters and it would slowly walk while Griffin balanced himself. After a while, the dog would hop away and let Griffin walk on his own. It worked very well, he was able to walked very early compared to others. Griffin loved that dog until the day it died. It died when Griffin was about eleven. It was a terrible time for him, grieving for the poor dog.
Years later, he got a new dog with his own money. He calls him "Jack". Jack is a larger dog, speckled with brown and white. Griffin and Jack get along very well, spending huge amounts of time with each other. Now, Griffin did not tell his parents about Jack. Still hasn't. He was afraid that they'd take him away and sell him off for the money, especially because Jack was great at cattle herding. Jack stays in a small dog house that Griffin made with small sticks and branches from nearby trees. He keeps him out along the edge of the district, which is fairly close to his home.
When Griffin grew older, fifteen, he was in a terrible accident. He was running along with Jack, herding cattle, when his arm caught on a large spike protruding from the fence along their property. It cut him all the way from his wrist to his elbow, causing it to bleed terribly. He quickly ushered Jack home, desperate to get help as soon as possible. Eventually, when he finally made it home, he had gone even more pale than usual, his vision blurry. A huge trail of blood from where he got hurt all the way to his house. His mother put a wet cloth on it, and got her friend who was good with these types of injuries.
After a few weeks, the injury was healed and closed. Griffin, as soon as he'd healed, went to visit Jack. Jack was ok, thankfully, and looked very healthy. He was extremely excited to see Griffin. A while passed, and Griffin got into swinging sticks at a nearby tree, finding it fun. The loud "CRACK" it made when he hit it gave him a thrill. Whenever anger or stress got to him, he swings a fallen branch around.
Codeword: Odair
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