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Toulouse Pye - District 11 (Done)
Aug 22, 2019 19:06:03 GMT -5
Post by D'Arcy Mason d6b [Tyler] on Aug 22, 2019 19:06:03 GMT -5
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Toulouse Pye
Male, Age 15
District 11
Luckily, his appearance worked to his advantage in achieving his goal. His appearance was, as a whole, unremarkable. He had sandy brown hair, which he kept short but messy. His face was rather large and slightly square, a frame for his thin lips, his slightly askew nose, his soft brow. Only the rich hazel eyes stood out from the sea of mundanity and fair skin.
The rest of his body only better helped him avoid standing out. He stood at 5 feet and 10 inches. Not too short, not too tall. He was slightly underweight, but the thinner figure only meant there was less of him to be seen by eyes he did not want looking in his direction. When he walked he did so slightly hunched over, as if trying his best to appear even smaller. Yes, Toulouse had done well to blend in. Any eyes that came his way soon fell onto more interesting things. He had found his safety in anonymity.
His loneliness was his biggest obstacle he had yet to overcome. He had managed to carve himself a sense of safety and security to become another face in a crowd, and yet he still felt that while the crowd could unite as a unit, he remained separate. There was no place for him to be a member in their ranks, and it ate him up inside. Toulouse would do anything, anything, in order to find a place where he belonged.
He contented himself in being a strict rule follower. No, not in a "lick the boots of the Peacekeepers" kind of way. To Toulouse, following rules of behaviour helped to provide him security and stability. If he held rules in virtue it kept him out of danger from the Capitol and from his peers. It meant life in the District kept running. It meant he didn't stand out. Of course, the rules had their flaws. He could see the cruelty behind some of them. He hated the corruption, the brutality, the inhumanity that they intended to enforce. But the thoughts of worse brutality and inhumanity that would come with straying from these rules seemed the much worse threat.
As for his father, Toulouse knew nothing of the man. His mother had never mentioned him to the midwife, or if she had then the midwife hadn't relayed her information to the orphanage. It was a painful thought to think about his father being out there, walking around District 11 either unaware or apathetic to the existence of his son. It was easier for him to tell himself that his father had died too, and that was why he hadn't ever tried to find him. But still, every now and then, Toulouse caught himself trying to find his own eyes mirrored back at him or his own smile plastered on the face of the occasional man he encounters.
With no parents, it was the orphanage and it's rigid rules that provided Toulouse with guidance for getting though life. In here he had to learn to be self-dependent, take care of himself and fight in his own battles. He learned quickly that the rules had their benefits, and that blending in served him better than standing out. It was here that he learned how to survive.
At fifteen, Toulouse was nearing the age where he would leave the orphanage and begin his adult life. He was often tasked with taking care of the younger orphans, but it's hard to fill a parental role when there's no point of reference. And so Toulouse teaches them the lessons he learned; follow the rules, and don't stand out.
Nothing good comes from finding the needle in the haystack.
Toulouse Pye
Male, Age 15
District 11
ARCHETYPE
The Realist. The Orphan. The Everyman.
When you spend your life trying to find where you belong,
You risk losing yourself in the process.
The Realist. The Orphan. The Everyman.
When you spend your life trying to find where you belong,
You risk losing yourself in the process.
APPEARANCE:
Toulouse understood the importance of fitting in. To stand out meant danger, meant isolation. There is safety in conformity, solitude in uniqueness. So Toulouse had spent most of his life trying his hardest not to stand out.Luckily, his appearance worked to his advantage in achieving his goal. His appearance was, as a whole, unremarkable. He had sandy brown hair, which he kept short but messy. His face was rather large and slightly square, a frame for his thin lips, his slightly askew nose, his soft brow. Only the rich hazel eyes stood out from the sea of mundanity and fair skin.
The rest of his body only better helped him avoid standing out. He stood at 5 feet and 10 inches. Not too short, not too tall. He was slightly underweight, but the thinner figure only meant there was less of him to be seen by eyes he did not want looking in his direction. When he walked he did so slightly hunched over, as if trying his best to appear even smaller. Yes, Toulouse had done well to blend in. Any eyes that came his way soon fell onto more interesting things. He had found his safety in anonymity.
PERSONALITY:
Toulouse's behaviour only further helped him blend into the crowd. Others called him shy, a quiet boy that they don't know much about. Because he wasn't interesting enough to get to know. Because until he was brought to their attention, they had forgotten about him. He didn't have any friends to see his empathetic nature. Nobody close enough to hear his realist perspectives on life in District 11, on the Hunger Games, on Capitolites and Peacekeepers and the state of Panem. They were left to a solitary audience inside his mind.His loneliness was his biggest obstacle he had yet to overcome. He had managed to carve himself a sense of safety and security to become another face in a crowd, and yet he still felt that while the crowd could unite as a unit, he remained separate. There was no place for him to be a member in their ranks, and it ate him up inside. Toulouse would do anything, anything, in order to find a place where he belonged.
He contented himself in being a strict rule follower. No, not in a "lick the boots of the Peacekeepers" kind of way. To Toulouse, following rules of behaviour helped to provide him security and stability. If he held rules in virtue it kept him out of danger from the Capitol and from his peers. It meant life in the District kept running. It meant he didn't stand out. Of course, the rules had their flaws. He could see the cruelty behind some of them. He hated the corruption, the brutality, the inhumanity that they intended to enforce. But the thoughts of worse brutality and inhumanity that would come with straying from these rules seemed the much worse threat.
HISTORY:
Besides, the rules were the only guide Toulouse had to getting through life. He had no friends, and he had no family. He had no memory of his parents, other than the story he was told about his arrival at District 11's orphanage mere days into life. His mother had shown up at the door of a midwife in labour, all by herself on a rainy March morning. The midwife had done her best, but his mother barely got a chance to hold him before she died. A couple days later the midwife had brought him to the orphanage to be raised there. As for his father, Toulouse knew nothing of the man. His mother had never mentioned him to the midwife, or if she had then the midwife hadn't relayed her information to the orphanage. It was a painful thought to think about his father being out there, walking around District 11 either unaware or apathetic to the existence of his son. It was easier for him to tell himself that his father had died too, and that was why he hadn't ever tried to find him. But still, every now and then, Toulouse caught himself trying to find his own eyes mirrored back at him or his own smile plastered on the face of the occasional man he encounters.
With no parents, it was the orphanage and it's rigid rules that provided Toulouse with guidance for getting though life. In here he had to learn to be self-dependent, take care of himself and fight in his own battles. He learned quickly that the rules had their benefits, and that blending in served him better than standing out. It was here that he learned how to survive.
At fifteen, Toulouse was nearing the age where he would leave the orphanage and begin his adult life. He was often tasked with taking care of the younger orphans, but it's hard to fill a parental role when there's no point of reference. And so Toulouse teaches them the lessons he learned; follow the rules, and don't stand out.
Nothing good comes from finding the needle in the haystack.
FC: Alec Benjamin
