KYANITE // D13
Jan 12, 2013 12:44:01 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jan 12, 2013 12:44:01 GMT -5
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Name: Kyanite Obsidian
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual
[appearance]
I’m not going to lie, I’m rather short. That’s the first thing you’ll notice about me. I’m only about 5’5 but on a good day I’d say I’m about 5’6. Perhaps I’m just 5’5 ½, I don’t know. Anyway, it’s a given that I’m short so therefore I must be a stocky/compact creature. I’ve worked in the mines my entire life so I’ve got quite the display of muscle, if I do say so myself. My arms are thick but rather short (but isn’t everything about me short?Not everything) though it doesn’t hinder me from doing anything. I’ve got a thick neck and torso to go along with it; some people have even thought I was chubby, can you believe that? I mean, I know I’m not skinny like any of those wanderers, but I’m not that fat, just… have meat on me, yeah. I’m no runner, that’s for sure. I’m built more for heavy duty work.
I’ve had this habit of biting my nails for the longest time so they’re constantly short and rather unattractive. They always manage to break when I’m working so I always bite them to make them not so jagged anymore, so it just turned into a habit. I’ve brown hair that usually is kept unkempt since I see really no reason in wasting time on fixing it in the morning, and my eyes are the same shade of brown. My face is a little on the narrow side, I guess you could say; I’ve never really compared it to anyone else’s. Anyway, my wardrobe consists mostly of just T-shirts, jeans, and this single pair of boots I’ve had for years. I’ve not grown any so I’ve never needed to buy new ones; the ones I have now are rather rugged and worn, and the same goes for all my clothes. Since I haven’t gotten any taller, I’ve had no need to get new clothes, so they’re all torn and frayed in places, stained from Ripred only knows what, and most of all my jeans have holes in the knees from crawling around in the mines. I don’t plan on buying new clothes for a while, actually.[personality]
Given that I’ve worked in the mines my whole life, I love being underground and in tight spaces. Most people hate it but that’s where I feel the most comfortable. I hate being out in the open – it’s an extremely vulnerable place. Underground, or in a tight place, you are constantly aware of your surroundings and there is a limited number of ways that you can be hurt; but above ground, you are exposed and left to weather the elements. I don’t mind the woods – actually I hate it, but if I had to choose between the woods and an open field, I’d definitely choose the forest. I hate open places like fields and such, and I’ll avoid them. Why? They just so open. I’m so vulnerable and exposed and feel so extremely small in the vast expanse of land, and the sky is just so freaking high up that it gives me vertigo. I need the confined area of a mine, or even a cave, to make me feel safe.
I’m not afraid to challenge anyone to a fight, verbal or physical. I’m a lot stronger than I look, mind you! I may be small but it’s the small and agile ones that are the biggest threats, you don’t always have to be tall and amazingly strong to take down anyone. But most people tend to see me as being weak and slow, which is true to some extent. Like I said, I’m not a runner, so I can be rather slow if everyone’s running and I have to keep up. I also am particularly bad at hand-to-hand combat, actually. I’ve never been able to technically beat anyone up with my hands but I’m more than willing to try. If you give me an axe, though, I’m much better at fighting with it. I’d love to get my hands on one of those Capitol axes, you know, the ones they put in the Games for tributes to use. Maybe I can steal one someday.
Well, I always try to one-up people, especially the ones that are taller than me. I have no shame in saying that I’m also a cocky little bastard; I pride myself on my strength, and if that fails me, I’ll find a way to beat you. I guess I should also mention that I don’t like wanderers – I don’t exactly know why, but to me they’re “forest folk,” and because I don’t like the forest, I therefore dislike them. I don’t care if that’s a valid reason, it’s reason enough for me. Another reason I could add onto my hatred for forest folk is that I’ve recently discovered that I’m highly allergic to this plant called ragweed. It’s an ugly looking plant and it does ugly things to my nasal passage and makes me sneeze, my eyes water, and things like that. It just ruins my airways, basically.
Other than biting my nails, I have two habits that have stuck with me since leaving my home district. Hanging from my belt is a little pouch full of different kinds of stones – you know, to remind me of home. If I see a pebble that I like, I put it in the leather pouch and carry it around with me. The other habit is that I always keep a flat creek rock in my pocket so that I can use it to sharpen my knife if I ever get bored. The knife has a permanent home in a little holster of sorts that is also attached to my belt, ready for use at any given time.[history]
My parents were proud miners in Two for their whole lives. They grew up in the mines, practically fell in love with each other down there, and could have just as well had borne me down there. As soon as I was able to walk I was collecting rocks, and my parents both helped to teach me which rocks were what and what they could be used for. A little fun fact: whenever my parents asked what granite was used for, I always answered “trees” because I thought pillars were trees. Anyway, my childhood was wonderful. My parents both loved me and I loved them very much; and as soon as I was able to, I helped out in the mines afterschool. To me it was always an adventure: we would go down underground in search of “treasure” before the goblins could get to it. Dad always did say that if you dug down deep enough you would find a goblin kingdom. I think he read it to me in a story once.
Anyway, I dropped out of school to work in the mines. I very rarely spent time in the Career training facilities, simply because fighting didn’t interest me. The weapons there, however, did. On the off chance that I did go, I always was there to just clean and inspect the weapons. The axes were my favorite; they all had intricate designs on them and I found them to be better to handle than the rest of the weapons. Whenever I did train, it was with an axe. I beat up quite a few dummies with a beautiful black axe once – but as soon as people asked why I wasn’t practicing hand-to-hand combat with them, I just left. There were a few times I considered sneaking out an axe but that plan got nowhere.
I grew to really enjoy the mines and working close with my parents. We were like an inseparable trio, always looking out for one another and just being a happy little family. Then, one day as the elevators were bringing people back up, the cable snapped. Mom, Dad, and I had just gotten off (when we were going back above ground we were the only ones in the elevator at the time) and so when the security officers came running, all they found was my family staring in horror at the gaping hole, listening to the pained shrieks and cries. They took my parents away, arresting them by only pure assumptions that they had caused this since we were the last ones on the elevator. I don’t know why they didn’t take me – probably because I was so young. But yeah they did leave me, and so I was suddenly forced to live on my own.
A few of my parents’ close friends helped take care of me and console me but I was still depressed about it all. I heard people talking behind my back about how I was also in on the plot to murder half the miners (really, where did this theory spring up?); they were giving me weird looks and no one wanted to ride the elevator with me whenever I went into or out of the mines. Not very surprising, really. But then I started hearing about how the Peacekeepers planned on capturing me and giving me the same fate as my parents. I refused to be a part of that. My parents were – and still are – innocent, so I fled the district, taking to the woods and thinking that I could somehow clear my family name.
I ended up in District Thirteen, and so I’m here to stay for now until I can figure out what to do.