Jake Hemworth, District Two // WIP
Jun 1, 2015 14:52:25 GMT -5
Post by mel01 on Jun 1, 2015 14:52:25 GMT -5
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First Name: Jake
Middle Name: Scott
Last Name: Hemworth
Age: 18
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District: Two
Appearance: (Gui Fedrizzi)
Jake is one of those guys who is always about and knows nearly everyone. For this reason, no matter what he's doing, Jake always spares time to check his appearance over and over to make sure he looks good. After all, who wouldn't want to? Jake's eyes are a shimmering blue and tend to gleam nearly all the time, no matter what lighting surrounds him. This boy doesn't tend to smile a lot but when he does, it lights up the whole room. With an almost-perfect set of teeth, his smile is nearly perfect. Yet he doesn't like the way he looks, which isn't surprising for a boy with a dark history. Jake never likes to brag about his appearance but he knows he has a decent look. His dark brown hair that falls over his face and often covers his right eye is what he would say is 'the best thing about me'. His skin is fair and very smooth and not particularly tanned, which is due to the fact that he never did spend much time outside...
Moving on to his clothes, Jake often wears a slack white shirt with only the bottom four buttons fastened, even though he could wear a lot more of the finest outfits that are stacked away in his wardrobes. His parents never saw him dress up as he never had a need to, so over the years the lovely clothes started to become dusty. The people in his District barely saw him getting ready to go out; no girl cared to be his or even bat an eyelash his way once he turned 18, so the nice clothes had no use. He tends to wear straight pants, of a sort of jean material that cling to his legs like a moth to flame. On his feet he wears a pair of black trainers with a white strip along the bottom, which are practical for nearly everything from walking to going on mad runs.
This 18 year old male stands at 5'9 and weighs around 159lbs, making him easy on the eyes. It is mainly muscle, all of the weight, and there is not a day that goes by that Jake regrets training. After all the time he spent punching bags and it finally paid off. There was no way that Jake was just going to stop once he had reached his goal. He even burned off the fat on his legs and turned it into muscle, helping him run that little bit faster.
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Personality:
You might think that because he looks good and takes time over his appearance, he might act really nice and caring and want to have loads of friends. But it's not like that at all. He never had any friends in primary school, which just made him even colder towards people and therefore people rejected him back. He was never good at communicating but when he did, it always went to pot. He'd tried to be nice to people but it just didn't work for him. His parent's hostility towards him rubbed off and he was always mean to his teachers. When he was younger, around the age of 4, Jake was loving and never shouted at anyone. Then the idea of the Games came along and he shut everyone off. To this day, Jake has never had a girlfriend, probably because the idea of 'love' disgraces him.
Jake takes his training very seriously and thanks to all the skills he has used, he is able to defend himself very well when put in a tricky situation. If he's annoyed, Jake will go down to where he trains and let his anger out on the dummies there, along with the punch bags. He is a typical teenager boy and thinks that everyone is against him. Well, he didn't, but now he does. 'Stuff everything. If they're not worth it, why are you bothering to look at them?' He's tough. Don't mess with him. You won't like it. Now he's going to be in the Games and he's going to win.
Pet Peeves: Wimps. If you can't stand the thought of pain, why are you in the Games?
Likes: Close friends, fighting
Dislikes: 'I'm-amazing-and-you're-not' type people
History:
School was the worst time of his life. Walking to it with his new bag, new shoes, fancy hair do and tattoos on his arms, people would make fun of him. If you didn't see the ink on his body, you'd think he was just a nicely-dressed child. But the freshness, the whole organized part of him was an act. A way to make him fit in. Look how well that worked.
He'd sit in the back of class, not doing anything but paying attention, nodding at the right time, only answering questions he knew the answers to, ignore everyone else, they don't know you, they aren't you, they're not worth your time, you're hypnotized, you don't know who you are anymore. your life is a lie, go home and kill yourself now, no-one will miss you, you got the wrong answer, it's not asia it's england, you want to be a prime minister, you won't ever, the capitol hates everyone. sitting at the back of the class with your books creating a shelter around you because you can't stand the hate and everything you do is hated and your shoes and your pants are hated and your shirt doesn't suit you and don't have your hair that way and don't smile and smile for the photo and ignore her she's mean to me.
Burning books for other people then burning them for yourself because stuff everything.
Setting off the fire alarm for other people then setting it off for yourself because stuff everything. Lying to other people then lying to yourself because stuff everything. Hanging around with the cool kids for a good reputation then not doing it because you won't ever achieve 'good reputation' or 'good' or 'reputation'. Humming during pe because no one will talk to you humming because you're not even doing pe. Sitting next to that girl in class because she likes you not sitting next to that girl in class because you don't like her. Sitting next to where that girl in class sits to make her feel good not sitting next to that girl in class because she didn't turn up because the person she liked wouldn't sit next to her and the pain was too much so she took her life from herself. never finding out her name. scars.
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Family:
Mother: Lucy Hemworth, 42, Job Manager
Father: Tom Hemworth, 43, Manager's Boss
Brother: Josh Hemworth, 12, Student
Sister: Emilee Hemworth, 21, Job Worker
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Reaping:
I didn't pay any attention. Why should I? No-one pays any attention to me. Screams. Cries. Blood from your finger. 'Next please'. Mum. Dad. Josh. Emilee. I don't care. They said they loved me. I believed them. That's gone. "Jake Hemworth."
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Fears:
☞ Not being good enough
☞ People making fun of me
☞ People not understanding what I've been through/People saying 'I know what it feels like' NO YOU DON'T
☞ Loving someone so much I can't let go
Strengths:
✞ Weapons
✞ Fighting
✞ Broad variety of knowledge
✞ On the good side of the Capitol
Weaknesses:
✟ I don't say a lot
✟ People can get to me really easily
✟ I'm not good at making friends
✟ I often lash out
✟ When I care about something, I care
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Choice of Weapon: Trident (odair)
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First Name: Jake
Middle Name: Scott
Last Name: Hemworth
Age: 18
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
District: Two
Appearance: (Gui Fedrizzi)
Jake is one of those guys who is always about and knows nearly everyone. For this reason, no matter what he's doing, Jake always spares time to check his appearance over and over to make sure he looks good. After all, who wouldn't want to? Jake's eyes are a shimmering blue and tend to gleam nearly all the time, no matter what lighting surrounds him. This boy doesn't tend to smile a lot but when he does, it lights up the whole room. With an almost-perfect set of teeth, his smile is nearly perfect. Yet he doesn't like the way he looks, which isn't surprising for a boy with a dark history. Jake never likes to brag about his appearance but he knows he has a decent look. His dark brown hair that falls over his face and often covers his right eye is what he would say is 'the best thing about me'. His skin is fair and very smooth and not particularly tanned, which is due to the fact that he never did spend much time outside...
Moving on to his clothes, Jake often wears a slack white shirt with only the bottom four buttons fastened, even though he could wear a lot more of the finest outfits that are stacked away in his wardrobes. His parents never saw him dress up as he never had a need to, so over the years the lovely clothes started to become dusty. The people in his District barely saw him getting ready to go out; no girl cared to be his or even bat an eyelash his way once he turned 18, so the nice clothes had no use. He tends to wear straight pants, of a sort of jean material that cling to his legs like a moth to flame. On his feet he wears a pair of black trainers with a white strip along the bottom, which are practical for nearly everything from walking to going on mad runs.
This 18 year old male stands at 5'9 and weighs around 159lbs, making him easy on the eyes. It is mainly muscle, all of the weight, and there is not a day that goes by that Jake regrets training. After all the time he spent punching bags and it finally paid off. There was no way that Jake was just going to stop once he had reached his goal. He even burned off the fat on his legs and turned it into muscle, helping him run that little bit faster.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Personality:
You might think that because he looks good and takes time over his appearance, he might act really nice and caring and want to have loads of friends. But it's not like that at all. He never had any friends in primary school, which just made him even colder towards people and therefore people rejected him back. He was never good at communicating but when he did, it always went to pot. He'd tried to be nice to people but it just didn't work for him. His parent's hostility towards him rubbed off and he was always mean to his teachers. When he was younger, around the age of 4, Jake was loving and never shouted at anyone. Then the idea of the Games came along and he shut everyone off. To this day, Jake has never had a girlfriend, probably because the idea of 'love' disgraces him.
Jake takes his training very seriously and thanks to all the skills he has used, he is able to defend himself very well when put in a tricky situation. If he's annoyed, Jake will go down to where he trains and let his anger out on the dummies there, along with the punch bags. He is a typical teenager boy and thinks that everyone is against him. Well, he didn't, but now he does. 'Stuff everything. If they're not worth it, why are you bothering to look at them?' He's tough. Don't mess with him. You won't like it. Now he's going to be in the Games and he's going to win.
Pet Peeves: Wimps. If you can't stand the thought of pain, why are you in the Games?
Likes: Close friends, fighting
Dislikes: 'I'm-amazing-and-you're-not' type people
History:
School was the worst time of his life. Walking to it with his new bag, new shoes, fancy hair do and tattoos on his arms, people would make fun of him. If you didn't see the ink on his body, you'd think he was just a nicely-dressed child. But the freshness, the whole organized part of him was an act. A way to make him fit in. Look how well that worked.
He'd sit in the back of class, not doing anything but paying attention, nodding at the right time, only answering questions he knew the answers to, ignore everyone else, they don't know you, they aren't you, they're not worth your time, you're hypnotized, you don't know who you are anymore. your life is a lie, go home and kill yourself now, no-one will miss you, you got the wrong answer, it's not asia it's england, you want to be a prime minister, you won't ever, the capitol hates everyone. sitting at the back of the class with your books creating a shelter around you because you can't stand the hate and everything you do is hated and your shoes and your pants are hated and your shirt doesn't suit you and don't have your hair that way and don't smile and smile for the photo and ignore her she's mean to me.
Burning books for other people then burning them for yourself because stuff everything.
Setting off the fire alarm for other people then setting it off for yourself because stuff everything. Lying to other people then lying to yourself because stuff everything. Hanging around with the cool kids for a good reputation then not doing it because you won't ever achieve 'good reputation' or 'good' or 'reputation'. Humming during pe because no one will talk to you humming because you're not even doing pe. Sitting next to that girl in class because she likes you not sitting next to that girl in class because you don't like her. Sitting next to where that girl in class sits to make her feel good not sitting next to that girl in class because she didn't turn up because the person she liked wouldn't sit next to her and the pain was too much so she took her life from herself. never finding out her name. scars.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Family:
Mother: Lucy Hemworth, 42, Job Manager
Father: Tom Hemworth, 43, Manager's Boss
Brother: Josh Hemworth, 12, Student
Sister: Emilee Hemworth, 21, Job Worker
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Reaping:
I didn't pay any attention. Why should I? No-one pays any attention to me. Screams. Cries. Blood from your finger. 'Next please'. Mum. Dad. Josh. Emilee. I don't care. They said they loved me. I believed them. That's gone. "Jake Hemworth."
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Fears:
☞ Not being good enough
☞ People making fun of me
☞ People not understanding what I've been through/People saying 'I know what it feels like' NO YOU DON'T
☞ Loving someone so much I can't let go
Strengths:
✞ Weapons
✞ Fighting
✞ Broad variety of knowledge
✞ On the good side of the Capitol
Weaknesses:
✟ I don't say a lot
✟ People can get to me really easily
✟ I'm not good at making friends
✟ I often lash out
✟ When I care about something, I care
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Choice of Weapon: Trident (odair)
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