Wren Hawthorn [D4]

Name: Wren Hawthorn
District: 4
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual


The storm raged on. Trees and all sorts of nature bent under the force of the wind and rain. Dark clouds filled the gloomy sky and the seas were choppy. Waves of abnormal sizes crashed along the rocky shores of District 4. Not a soul could be seen in the village as the harsh rain and wind beat against the small coastal village.

In the mist of the storm was a candlelight cobblestone house. In the dwelling cried a woman in pain and suffering. Around her, was a man and their two children; twins. They crowded her bedside, each other one of her hands. The young boys, around seven, watched in horror as they feared they're mothers life. The twins knew she was giving birth but they both never imagined it to be this painful. Mona, their mother was most loved by the three boys. All of them cared so much about her. "Momma!" The boys cried out as she moaned on. Gasping for air, she stopped and managed  to tell them, "Samuel, Alexander, I'll be fine." She barely finished the words before crying back out into the night. It wasn't much comfort to they but they nodded and gripped her fingers tighter around hers. 

Many minutes passed by of the same torture until one final burst of grinding pain. The boy was released from his mother’s womb and it was all over. She sighed in relief and held the child as each members released her hands and crowded at her side to see what had come. “He’s beautiful.” She told the family and they all nodded with warm smiles. Raymond, the father, softly brushed the child’s check as he cried with screaming terror of the new world. “Wren, after my father. May he rest in peace.” Raymond almost frowned for a moment but the joy of his new child overwhelmed him. Wren’s brothers watched in awe as now they had another friend.

As the years passed by Wren and his brothers grew up in the same house in the same village. District 4 was taken as one of the wealthier districts. Those people lived in the heart of the district. They people who made it rich were families like the Hawthorns; the coastal workers. Mostly fisherman. Maybe some craftspeople that made jewelry with shells and whatnot found at sea.

The Hawthorn’s were a notoriously successful family of divers. The entire family preferred the working class. Fishermen stayed out long days at sea, trying to catch what they could with poles. Divers, however, stayed closer in. They gathered things like scallops, lobsters, and crabs at the seafloor: a real man’s work. Their feet were callused from the rocky, corral filled bottom.

Wren, however, was an especially amazing diver out of the bunch. “Gills of a fish.” His father would always say. Wren could hold his breather longer than anyone in his family. His love for the ocean made his job seem easy. He knew exactly where to look when everyone thought the sea was barren.

A great diver indeed, but the skill took a toll on his body. On his head was a mop of curly, bleach-blonde hair. It is often messy and bleached almost dead from the sun and constant contact with salt water. He doesn’t wear it with any particular style. It’s all natural and is too curly and hard to keep in place. Nothing but maybe a comb through it once in awhile it all it takes to keep from rat nesting. He grows it out fairly long until it starts to bother his vision when diving. In that case, he just gets frustrated and shaves his entire head. It’s kind of his routine until it grows back it again.

As far as skin goes, it is not the healthiest. From the neck down, Wren's body is heavily tanned.. From around mid neck up to his face it fades into a crisply burnt texture, from constant sunlight with no protection. Bleached stubble covers the lower half. Wren has a significant chance of acquiring skin cancer at any time. The boy’s ears are pretty much the only part of his head that is not completely fried from the sun.

Above his eyes are thin eyebrows that are dark and thick in front but fade to small, thinly bleached hairs. Below are vivid, blue-green irises. At times the whites around them can appear blood shot if he is just coming out of a long diving session the ocean. It’s caused mostly from irritation to salt water, but it usually wears off in around half an hour.

Ever since he started working, Wren had acquired a strong, lean, athletic build. Constantly diving as his occupation, a fit body type has come naturally without any extra effort out side of work. As a younger child, Wren would've been called lanky. He never really paid much attention to building muscle until he started working. As puberty furthered, his natural body type was a gift. He may not have brute strength, but he is agile and has built stamina. All he eats is freshly grown fruits, vegetables and fish so every small muscle is visible from such a low percentile of body fat.

Wren keeps a healthy diet. The Hawthorn’s sometimes spearfish for some extra food on the side. It isn’t allowed but their rations aren’t enough for a family of a bunch of growing, working boys and their parents. That was the upside to being well known among the working class. Peacekeepers never really kept too much of an eye on you and the townsfolk never snitched for small things like that.

Wren supposes he was blessed growing up like that. They always had food to eat. There was never a shortage of food. Maybe they couldn’t afford luxury items but the bare necessities were always available. His parents made sure to always provide.



Personality:

The good: An old soul. Soft spoken. Determined. Quietly Passionate. Survivor. 

Ever since he was a child, nothing really shook Wren's steadiness. Not at all boring, he just never took anything to to great of extremes. Never felt the need to get into too much trouble. Not an attention whore. If he ever did decided to do something naughty, no one ever really suspected it. He was rarely caught, especially with his two older brothers reeking havoc on District 4.