Jacob Parelta - District 1/Peacekeeper (Finished)

From the Peacekeeper Personal Files


Peacekeeper application form:
Name: Jacob Parelta
Age: 24 (OOC note: Jacob’s application was submitted when he was 24, and he has done three subsequent years of training, making his current age in game 27)
District: 1

Father: Severin Jacobson (illegitimate son)
Mother: Angelina Parelta (deceased)
Siblings: None on mother’s side.
On father’s side: Ella Jacobson, Thomas Jacobson, Cooper Jacobson, Sienna Jacobson, Lachlan Wright, Ava Wright, Sophie Carter, William Anderson, Mia Anderson, Chloe Scott

History of criminal activity:
None, although the sheer size of the extended family makes that impossible to determine with precision. However, the Jacobson family, in particular his father Severin is known to be respectable and loyal to the Capitol.

Appearance:
Eye colour: Blue
Hair colour: Dark brown
Height: 189cm
Weight: 82kg



Personal Essay:

So this is the part where I have to tell you about myself, and why I would make a good peacekeeper. My father says I’m supposed to sell myself and make sure that by the end of the essay you WANT to hire me. I think he meant for me to dazzle you with my intellect, or skills, or my achievements. I don’t think that would be possible though. My report cards will already show you that I am a good worker, although I wasn’t ever top in my class. I wasn’t in trouble either though. I keep my head down, and get the work done either to the best of my ability, or to the best standard capable in the time allotted. I work, and I work hard, but that isn’t why you should want to hire me. There are smarter people than me, if that is what you’re looking for. I get good results in sports, and have participated in many sporting teams and training camps. Here I believe I have more skill than at academic work, but I was still never the best, or the fastest or the strongest.

I have given this essay a lot of thought. Becoming a peacekeeper will please my father, and bring honour to my family, but that isn’t my only reason for applying. My own reason, I believe, is the same one that will make you want to hire me, and it is this:

I believe that the world works just fine.

I hear the discontented mutterings of the people around me. Even here in district 1 where we are so blessed by the capitol and so fortunate in their bountiful generosity. I hears the talk rise and fall as steady as breathing, something constant; sometimes loud and buzzing, sometimes whisper soft. And before they can swell into a cacophony and come crashing down to destroy the serenity of our life, the Hunger Games come and in the aftermath the voices go quiet.

The Capitol is the brains behind Panem, and the districts are the body. They exist to serve the brain. Without the Capitol, there is nothing. The districts would soon cease to exist.
Murdering children is distasteful, but so is war. Seventy five years is a long time. Most people don’t remember the horror of war. Twenty three dead children is a mere shadow of the dead a war would cause, but it serves as a reminder of what could be if the body forgets its place.

I fully believe in the right of the Capitol to lead Panem, and the responsibility of the districts to serve in the manner that the Capitol most needs.

This is not a belief that I have taken on lightly, or one that is likely to be changed. It is a fundamental part of who I am, ingrained in my since my childhood.

My father, as well known, wealthy and respectable businessman, was, and still is, also known for his unusually large progeny. His wife, Mrs Jacobson, bore him two sons and two daughters, his four legitimate children. They are his heirs and will carry on his business and his name.
My father’s long string of affairs and mistresses has also produced him at least seven other children, of which I am one. My mother died when I was seven and I was taken to live in the house of my father, be educated and raised alongside my half-brothers and sisters. He was always fair, and I was well treated, but it was clear that my job was and always would be to serve the house and the family.

My half-brother Cooper and I are almost the same age, and became very close friends during our childhood. We studied together, played together and sometimes argued with each other as brothers do. Once a disagreement between us came to blows and we both ended up bloody and bruised. He was reprimanded for brawling, and I was whipped for striking a member of my father’s house.
I waited to feel some resentment over this ‘unfair’ treatment, and realised when the feeling didn’t arise, that I simply didn’t see it as unfair. I HAD struck my father’s legitimate child. While my place wasn’t that of a servant, I also wasn’t an equal to my brothers and sisters who were my father’s children with his wife. We ALL had a duty to the family, to serve and further the interests of our family. My father had a duty to care for and provide for ALL his children. His legitimate children, when they inherit, will have a duty to care for ALL their father’s children, and those children are honour bound to serve the family in whatever they do.

All things in life are not equal, and the job of all citizens of Panem is not their own personal well being, but the peace of Panem as a whole, and the smooth continuation of its running. People complain that life isn’t ‘fair’. They might as well bemoan the existence of winter, or the sun, or day and night.
We have a chance, and a responsibility to avoid the errors of the past. War is anathema that must be avoided at all costs.

This is my true belief and one that is reflected in every part of my life. I might feel sympathy for the parent of a reaped child, but for the good of all Panem, a few must suffer, for the survival of us all.

I fully believe that you should hire me and that I would be an asset to the Peacekeepers. If you choose to hire me I will discharge my duty with loyalty, without unnecessary brutality, and with my thoughts at all times on the benefit of my actions to the whole of Panem.



Panem Today, Panem Tomorrow. Panem Forever.


Graduation Report:
Cadet Parelta graduated with acceptable, although not exemplary grades and marks, and had demonstrated unflinching obedience in all aspects of his training. He had few personal connections with his fellow cadets, but had demonstrated the capacity to engage in social behaviour, if not always the motivation. His interactions with his peers during his three years of training most usually revolved around training exercises and group assignments, and although he is not disliked, the general consensus seems to be that he is pleasant enough but ‘needs to smile more’ and is ‘too serious’. This serious nature has not been seen as detrimental to his training, however, and it is our recommendation that he is ready for field work effective immediately.
Cadet Parelta’s highest grades were in hand to hand combat, investigation and crowd dispersal and management.