Posts by cleikon

_{hi there! this is my first post, and i'm very excited to be a part of this website. :-)}

_{i have a quick question though.}

_{is it alright if i help people out with characters and such? i love to make character adoptions, plot threads, and lots of other little useful hints. is it alright if i do that? i just thought i should ask in case only staff members can make character adoption threads.}

_{thank you! :-)}

_cleikon.

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_{character name;; ' hey there. i'm dylan. it's nice to meet you. '}

_{character age;; ' i'm 14. '}

_{gender;; ' um... i'm a male... in case you couldn't tell by that handsome picture of me up there. -joking- -laughs- '}

_{alliance;; ' i'm from district 12. '}

_{rank;; ' i'm a tribute. tribute #11 to be exact. '}

_{appearance {6 or more sentences};; ' well, i'll go by what i think i look like.}

_{i have decent hair, and i'm always impressed with it. even when i wake up in the morning, i can just run my hand through it and it looks good. i style it a bunch of ways though, so it's different most of the time. i never color it though. i think that if you dye your hair, you're taking away part of yourself. and that's not good in a person. i'll put gel in it, to make it stick up in the front a little bit. like that big mountain in the movie 'the grinch'. but it doesn't curl over like that. that would look strange. i also flip it to the side sometimes.}

_{i'm fairly fit i guess. i mean, we don't have lot of food in district 12, but i eat enough. i eat a loaf of bread every blue moon, but i eat enough. i did have a teacher who taught me tae kwon do once, but he passed away a few months ago. i still practice though. i feel like i should make him proud, even though he is up there. i take a run in the morning, but i get exercise from just daily things too. like hunting in the woods.}

_{to be honest with you, i get a lot of comments about my eyes. i've had lots of people they were absolutely stunning. that they made people want to stare at me. and trust me, that feels good coming from girls your age. but to be descriptive, they are the color of the caribbean sea with flecks of storm gray scattered within the blue. i think i like them a lot myself.}

_{personality {6 or more sentences};; ' people think i'm actually a rude person only because i'm so nice. when i need to pass by people, i'll say 'excuse me'. and they'll give me a dirty look and won't even move. it annoys me to be honest. i'm not a mean person, never liked mean people, and never will be a mean person. it's not in my nature. i say please, thank you, and excuse me because i was taught that way. i was taught even by my tae kwon do teacher that manners always came in handy. i'm not necessarily 'disciplined', but i know right from wrong.}

_{i'm not the smartest. being completely honest here. we don't get much of an education, but when we do, i can't do math or science. it doesn't come easily to me at all. but i do have a lot of common sense. when i'm out in the woods, and there is a deer in front of me, i look around to make sure there are no birds who could hear me and fly away. in others words, alert the deer that i'm there. complete waste of time and energy right there. if i see a person in the woods, i'll either hide or turn back. but i won't run. they could hear me, and see me, knowing my luck. but i am not a very smart person. only common sense in this head of mine.}

_{say something rude and uncalled for to my family. i dare you. you may just end up with my fist breaking your nose, or my foot clubbing you in the side of your head. yeah. go ahead and try to offend my family now. i don't have many friends, but i'll fight for anyone who is being picked on. it's not right. i've been made fun of plenty of times, and i never knew how to protect myself. but i always knew how to protect everyone but me. the same with me giving advice. it never works out when i try to follow my own advice, but it works for everyone else. hmph. i'm just bad luck i suppose. '
--- likes {at least 3};; ' hunting, tae kwon do, kids (non-annoying ones), and bread. '
--- dislikes {at least 3};; ' rude people, anyone who is selfish, swimming (ugh), and spiders. '
--- strengths {no more than 5};; ' climbing, hunting, tae kwon do, and running. '
--- weaknesses {at least 3};; ' swimming, i'm a little soft, making friends, and math. -shudders- '}

_{history {8 or more sentences};; ' ok. here we go. i'm going to explain my home life, then some of my fears that i have up there. ^}

_{when i was 5, my dad passed away. to be honest with you, it killed me inside. i mean, i was 5. it was time where i actually knew him, and had the greatest memories. it's not like he died when i was 2, and i have no memory of him and i don't miss him that much. i miss him every day of my life, even now. i'm 14. that's 9 years without my own father. and my mother never remarried or anything. but you know what the really sad part was? my mom didn't even seem to care that much. i mean, he was her husband. and she only cried for maybe 30 seconds at his funeral. it actually makes my stomach turn at the fact that i cried harder than she did, and she him for 17 years. it's really sad.}

_{but anyways, i turned 7. i was still heartbroken, and i moped around a lot. i slept in late when i should have been with my tai kwon do teacher, and studied the trees when i should have been with my mentor hunting. that's what death does to you. and one day, it started to rain. it was february, and it was very cold outside. and whenever it rains, we put pails outside to catch the water so we know it's clean to drink and won't make us sick. but being a little boy, i forgot that we weren't supposed to keep the pails out overnight. and i did. i put out the pails when it started to rain, and they froze overnight. my mom woke me the next morning. slapped me right across the face.}

_{i cried of course. but for a moment, i just sat there and stared at her with wide eyes. wide, innocent eyes. the kind of look a puppy would give you if you kicked it across a room. terrible. and she hauled me out of bed by the collar of my shirt, and out onto the porch. it was only 5:00 in the morning. my mom got up this early every morning, but went back to bed most of the time. she pushed me outside into the cold; a 7 year old boy wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, and in the middle of february. and she locked the door. let me tell you, that sound sent a shiver down my spine like the cries of the wolves in the middle of the night do now.}

_{she abused me. got a couple scars near my shoulder blades, and a couple near my left eye. but no one ever noticed. men aren't the only ones who abuse. trust me; i found out the hardest way possible.}

_{for my fear of swimming. short story, actually. i was playing in the river nearby our house, and i was alone. my mom wasn't there obviously, even though i was only 8. i had caught a fish with my bare hands like my dad had taught, and it was my first ever time. i was so excited i tried to get out of the water as fast as i could to go kill it and sell it at the market. but i fell on the rocks. a sharp rock cut a deep gash above my left eye (that's the other scar above my eye besides the one my mom gave me), and i went careening down the river. the current was too strong for me obviously, and it swept me away. it was the summer thankfully, but it was still very cold. i washed up on shore about an hour later. that's why i never go in the water.}

_{as for my fear of spiders, one bit me when i was 4. my dad told me it wasn't poisonous, but i was still worried. i've been bitten by all sorts of spiders though. still haven't gotten over that fear. '}

_{roleplay sample;; a shadow lurked behind the teenaged boy, silver glinting in hand. the moonlight washed down like liquid silver, drowning out the flashing of the gun. the teenaged boy noticed though. he kept walking in his steady pace, naturally long strides picking up the pace minimally. he didn't want the figure behind him to notice, but he knew the guy probably would. they always did. but he didn't care. the boy needed to get to the forest, and away from the river.
it crashed at the sides of the ravine, whispering deadly pleas to the boy. no matter how hard he tried, he could not put them aside in his mind. they taunted him, pushed him, teased him.}

_{and the shadow loomed closer. dylan harbor whipped out his bow and arrow from his belt, locking the arrow in place and pulling back the string. the familiar, strong bow string touched his lip, and he smiled in the moonlight. the sky was clear tonight; the light from the moon allowing the young boy to study the man. grayish-brownish hair with a gray beard. hollow, gray eyes the color of storm clouds and a mouth curved up in a gruesome smile.}

_{none of them dared to say a word. dylan corrected his footing on the wet dirt, not impressed with himself. the rapids below him yelled at him now, pulling at his hair and moving the dirt beneath his feet. they invited him in for a swim. but he would die today. it was not time. he aimed his arrow for the man's chest as he aimed a gun.}

_{he released his fingers from the string.}

_{comments {optional};; please tell me how you liked my first advanced bio. c: and how you liked my graphic? i worked really hard on it.}