Wade Wattson // D3
Dec 4, 2020 3:33:54 GMT -5
Post by grant on Dec 4, 2020 3:33:54 GMT -5
S O U N D
WADE WATTSON
17
MALE
DISTRICT 3
APPEARANCE
All that we are, all that we need,
They're different things.
Long shifts under artificial light really draw out the features.
Under his eyes you'll see the strains of sustained vision and the damage of sleep deprivation. But, it's what get him fed. His cheeks are flush with redness most of the time, as though Winter is continuous and catches him daily.
Wade is strong. Extremely built. Almost incomparable. But, that's just his brain. His body might be slim, but he lacks the dexterity of the people around him. He's behind on a lot of fronts, and he doesn't have the time to exercise much else other than his neurons.
Because of his past, he lacks a lot of the development most youngsters have in their legs. He's slightly slower, but makes up for it with how much he tries to be back at the same level as those around him.
Wade likes to wear nice things. Warmth is important. Being a night owl has made the cold a familiar foe. He challenges it with thick fleeces and coats, especially in the Winter. None of these things are luxurious. Practicality is key. There's always a logical answer to his apparel problems.
Under his eyes you'll see the strains of sustained vision and the damage of sleep deprivation. But, it's what get him fed. His cheeks are flush with redness most of the time, as though Winter is continuous and catches him daily.
Wade is strong. Extremely built. Almost incomparable. But, that's just his brain. His body might be slim, but he lacks the dexterity of the people around him. He's behind on a lot of fronts, and he doesn't have the time to exercise much else other than his neurons.
Because of his past, he lacks a lot of the development most youngsters have in their legs. He's slightly slower, but makes up for it with how much he tries to be back at the same level as those around him.
Wade likes to wear nice things. Warmth is important. Being a night owl has made the cold a familiar foe. He challenges it with thick fleeces and coats, especially in the Winter. None of these things are luxurious. Practicality is key. There's always a logical answer to his apparel problems.
PERSONALITY
Oh, maybe what we are and what we need,
They're different things.
Full of character, his humour is an evolving part of his psyche. Whenever he is faced with some kind of hurdle, Wade naturally focuses on a fun element that he can pull from it. Situations without him would be lacking the observation he uses when seeking the entertainment from dire straits.
Surrounding himself with positive figures is his favourite method of keeping the peace. His friends are chosen carefully, and the selection process weeds out those who would try to bring down parts of him he's strategically built to protect himself with.
Love is the hardest thing for Wade to experience. He spent a long time of his childhood being quite scared and overworking. He wants a rest more than anything, and love is a lot of work. It takes somebody of true character to pique his interest, and a person of even stronger substance to establish any kind of foothold in his feelings. It doesn't make him cold, or cruel. He's just a calculator, knowing that the people in your life serve a purpose, and you also serve one to them.
Surrounding himself with positive figures is his favourite method of keeping the peace. His friends are chosen carefully, and the selection process weeds out those who would try to bring down parts of him he's strategically built to protect himself with.
Love is the hardest thing for Wade to experience. He spent a long time of his childhood being quite scared and overworking. He wants a rest more than anything, and love is a lot of work. It takes somebody of true character to pique his interest, and a person of even stronger substance to establish any kind of foothold in his feelings. It doesn't make him cold, or cruel. He's just a calculator, knowing that the people in your life serve a purpose, and you also serve one to them.
HISTORY
Do you realize again, you chased an idea,
Healed an earth behind some broken creature.
"I keep having that stupid dream, you know."
"Keep dreaming."
And a tut. That's what dreamers get in our home.
It wasn't always that way - the Wattson household must have been a better place when Grandad invented a brand new ammunition variant for the Capitol. Where did that energy go? Where has the spark gone?
Because it's just me, Dad and my sister, there's a surge of pressure to succeed. That seems to be what happens when there's somebody famous in the family. Nobody else seems to reach that level again, and any attempt is feeble.
With heartlines drawn between my sister and me, our bond is a current with full bars of strength. We bounce off of each other, and together we have some of the best methods for success. But, that was before.
"I can't do it, I don't want to!"
"It's for the good of the family."
And a closed door. That's what slackers get in our home.
Dad would always make me work. Not just the dishes, the dinner, and fixing household stuff. He'd have me work overtime at the factory, then late at the workshop. I couldn't say no. It was to support my sister when she was young. Then the excuse evolved into it being my duty to our home.
I blamed him for what happened, I really did. Because when that pipe portion fell from the storage shelves, I thought of nothing other than it being his fault that I could no longer walk.
It was a long blip in my youth. Spending four years of my childhood being terrified that I, the one in the wheelchair, would be called up as tribute at my most vulnerable time. It tore me apart for a long time, which made it impossible to heal.
It was my sister who got me through that time. Before her, I thought what happened was the most exciting thing to happen to me - which also happened to be the most debilitating, unwanted condition to be in. She taught me that kindness and provision can go a long way in supporting a person. Those unseen factors weigh nothing when carried on their shoulders.
"I never imagined I'd walk. Let alone walk to the shops. Thank you..."
"You don't get to thank me. It's what family is for."
And a smile. Finally.
My family may be minimally fixed, but there's a thunder building within each of us now. What might have previously been an unfounded want for success has took form in something new; Now we want a result worth all of the pain.
Until I reach the inevitable excellence that all I have been though will bring, I continue to make new connections. I continue to be fascinated by what can be achieved by the human brain. I continue to love deeply what it means to be human.
