Cason Latch District 4

Name: Cason Latch

Cason is tall with short sweeping sandy brown hair. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown with large brows overshadowing them. His skin is forever light hazelnut from the sun that eclipses District 4. And his cheeks still hold a little baby fat over his strong oval jaw. His body is lean and stocky though at the same time not bulky. His height was once a problem as during his awkward preteen years, he rose above the rest, gaining in height and strength unlike the others.

He prefers to wear flow-y clothing as so not to draw to much attention to his body, though it is strong and lean. Though many find him to be lanky as well. His beautiful eyebrows match his sandy brown hair. With his eyes adding to the beauty of his face. He will most of the time have dark circles under his eyes from the long nights and hard days. His hand are rough and caloused from his work.

Cason has always been a free spirit and at ease with himself. He’s not afraid to show people who he is though, also doesn't want to shove it in their faces. He’s never pretended to be something that he’s not especially when it comes to his sexuality. He’s gay, and he’s always been that way. He knows there are things in this world he cannot change so there’s no use in trying.



He is strong in his beliefs and dislikes bringing attention to himself even throughout his confident steaks, he hates making people feel left out or unimportant. Sometimes going as so far as too embarrassing himself whilst on the beach with others as too allow someone else to shine through and feel like a part of the group. He is a free lancing youngster with not a care without the ‘class’ or ‘calmness’ many of his older equals share, though he always finds a way to keep his responsibility’s in check



A common belief of his is that nothing matters but what’s happening in the moment. Cason lives in the moment and makes decisions without always thinking much about them. It is a blessing and a curse. Things of the past, things of the future, worries and all else seem to fall away whilst around him, the world seems to stop and let you enjoy a breather. He sometimes sits on the beach and stares into the sea. Contimplating life and everything around it. 

Upon being a young boy, Cason would follow his father everywhere. As soon as he could after school hours he would run to the fisheries to find his father, sailor number 463, and sing the seas to sleep along beside him. The two were inseparable and on the occasional weather upset when his father was unable to go out to sea, they would wrestle around the old, rock laden yard, leaving laughs and squeals echoing through the streets. And yet many days the salty depths of District 4’s sea didn’t agree with the fishers, leaving them wet and exhausted from the sweeping storms. On days such as those Cason was forced to arrive home. His father later towing in late. Until one day he never came back after Hurricane Coprah claimed the lives of all those aboard the vessel, The Deidra.

Not long after that, Cason’s little sister, Ally, was born, never to know her father and it was because of this that Cason sought it his duty to be the person she could never had, working hard to set himself as a model for her. He and his sister have grown incredibly close, they tell each other all. He wards off trouble coming her way and she wards off the waves of pain that occasionally flash over him after coming home from the docks and his fishing job aboard the Essentiante, Deidra’s sister ship. He never did get over the passing of his father, but rather buried it deep down and building his strength from his father’s demise.

Cason has many friends and acquaintances, easily getting along with all, though he has no particular set of friends and finds himself to be a ‘Kid A’ of his school year, popular for his swimming records including the fastest beach lap, longest breath underwater and farthest one breath swim. Though it is because of this that he and his mother have ‘problems’. She wants to him to settle down, do what he can to help society and his district especially, preferring to not see him on the whipping posts anytime soon as once long ago she found him weeks after his father’s passing. As he had been found trying to steal a reused sailor’s uniform of the number 463.