[WIP] - Apollo Moon - District Six

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hyperfitched Seam Resident 13 POSTS last seen Oct 18, 2020 19:32:08 GMT -5 hey puddin'	[WIP] - Apollo Moon - District Six Sept 5, 2016 16:01:52 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by hyperfitched on Sept 5, 2016 16:01:52 GMT -5 Name: Apollo Moon (mun) idk yet Age: Sixteen Gender: Male District/Area: Six Other: FC is Christopher Larkin
	Last Edit: Sept 5, 2016 16:07:48 GMT -5 by hyperfitched PM me if you'd like to roleplay - Kellen Brody, D10

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[WIP] - Apollo Moon - District Six Sept 5, 2016 16:06:06 GMT -5

Post by hyperfitched on Sept 5, 2016 16:06:06 GMT -5

appearance - he is a korean qt

personality - too curious for his own good

history - Disctrict six is home some of Panem's greatest doctors. Some would even say that their medical training surpases that of the captiol. The district is so confident in their ability to produce top-of-the-line doctor and scientists that the programs offered for further schooling are very hard to get into. Apollo's parents weren't so lucky. His father, Moon YooJin, didn't score high enough on the entry level tests and was assigned a job in the what was considered the lower class of the district. He picked up a job as a nurse in the district hospital. Essentially, he did the same work his peers did but for a lot less money. Nursing was how Moon YooJin met Astrid.

Apollo is constantly hold how sweet she was. Once when his father was drunk, he told Apollo the story of how they met. There had been a small riot in district six during the 54th Hunger Games after their second tribute was killed in the games. One of the rioters had planted an explosion on one side of the hospital that had gone off. There was an immediate evacuation of that side of the hospital and amongst all that chaos, somehow he found Astrid. "Nurses aren't allowed to leave the wards they work in, so you never meet anyone else who works there." He said Apollo's mother was light a ray of sunshine that literally filled him with so much hope. Then he chugged the rest of the bottle of whiskey and threw it in the direction of Apollo's head. The boy blocked himself in time to shield the shattering of the bottle, but not the words that followed, "and then you killed her by being born!"

After the death of his mother, his father became an alcoholic. Apollo has never known him any other way.

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[WIP] - Apollo Moon - District Six Sept 5, 2016 16:58:07 GMT -5

Post by hyperfitched on Sept 5, 2016 16:58:07 GMT -5

this sucks dont read it yet~~~~~~~

He pulls up one of the kitchen chair and points at it like I am a dog, "Sit down". And even though I hate him with every fiber in my being, I sit. It's not hard to tell that he's been drinking. His breath reeks from two feet away and I can tell he's been wearing the same shirt under his scrubs for days. There's also the almost empty whiskey bottle that's in his hand. It doesn't come as a surprise that he is drinking, nor a surprise that he wants to talk. "You have eyes like your mother." It was the only true compliment he ever gave me. And their green tint is the only trait I share of hers. Everything else about me is from my father.

My hair, though longer than his short cut, is the same sleek black. It has an oily texture and only grows straight. I hate it so much and would cut it shorter, if not for the fact that I would resemble my father too much. I have all of his features: high cheekbones, thin mouth, small lashes and eyes. I don't have the pale skin and buttery blonde hair of my mother. "She was my only real joy, you know." My father gazed off into the distance of our kitchen, imagining a different time.

"I was going to be biologist. Study viruses, make a difference. But I didn't score high enough on the entrance exam. So, I become a nurse." I was intrigued, I'd never heard this story before. "Your mother was different, she was so intelligent. She scored well on her exam, but chose to become a nurse instead. She said we were making the real differences. That the differences were made with the people."

"She was too good for you." I say it before I realize the consequences that it could bring about, but he seems to be in a good mood tonight. He lets it slide. "You shut your mouth, boy." I always had a problem with biting my tongue. It's gotten me into more than a few fights and bad situations. I don't do well with authority or people who have no respect for me, and I don't have a problem letting them know either. Despite wanting to say something else smart, I bite my tongue. My other personality trait that gets me in trouble: my curiosity. I was far too curious about what else my father was going to tell me.