Post by harley on Nov 28, 2012 20:09:00 GMT -5
* harlington s. buchanan ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Harlington Samuel Buchanan
NICKNAMES Sam, Harley
DATE OF BIRTH December, 17
AGE Twenty
GRADE/YEAR Junior
ELEMENT Thunder
SEXUALITY Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Landon Liboiron
EYE COLOUR Hazel
HAIR COLOUR Dark brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6’11, 225 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His height; a large, nasty-looking, puffy scar on his belly from an accident; tattoo of a quote in Spanish on his back.
CLOTHING STYLE Usually he wears just jeans – no matter how worn out they are – and flannel or simply T-shirts. Nothing fancy.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- observant
- spontaneous
- “timidly” brave
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- stubborn
- quiet
- quick to get defensive
LIKES
- drawing/sketching
- wilderness
- equestrian
- fixing things
- American Southern things (mostly the food)
DISLIKES
- stereotypes
- “incoherent”music (i.e. screaming, hard core rap)
- politics
- pickles
- seafood
STRENGTHS
- observing and assessing things from multiple angles rather than going in head-first
- willing to help others but desires to remain anonymous in the process
- art
WEAKNESSES
- not willing to socialize unless directly spoken to
- too much compassion for stray animals
- claustrophobia
FEARS
- being experimented on
- watching someone die
- stitches
BEST MEMORY Sam’s aunt owned a few horses and, out of curiosity, he asked to be taught how to ride. Since then he has been quite the horse lover and rider. Jumping bareback was his particular favorite.
WORST MEMORY While splitting wood once with his father, Sam happened to slip and ended up falling on the blade of the axe, which sliced up his stomach. He used to be embarrassed by the large scar but now it doesn’t bother him as much.
LONG-TERM GOAL To have better control of his powers and one day become a teacher.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Inéz Buchanan (47), school bus driver.
FATHER Andrew Buchanan (47), lumberyard worker.
SIBLINGS Rose Buchanan (11), student.
OTHER n/a
HISTORY Sam was born outside the city of Oaxaca, Mexico. His father had gone down there for a trip and ended up staying much longer than he had anticipated. He met a girl and fell in love, got married, and then came along Sam. They were not very well off but none of them really took notice of that; they lived quite happily in the presence of family and friends, sharing with neighbors and caring for each other.
The Buchanan family lived there for ten years before moving to Hot Springs, North Carolina, where Mr. Buchanan’s sister lived. There, little Rose was born; in order to help out, Mrs. Buchanan took up a job at the local school, Mr. Buchanan went to a lumberyard, and Sam helped out with his aunt and her horses. That was when his passion for the animals grew, and he also would stop by the local animal shelter frequently to help out there.
When he was twelve, Mr. Buchanan was teaching Sam how to split wood in order to make a fire when the boy had an accident. He swung the axe and was knocked off balance, dropped the blade and ended up falling on top of it. He received a large and deep wound on his belly. The young Sam was quite panicked and taken to the hospital, and given too many stitches to count. It took quite some time to recover from and the grotesque scar at first was embarrassing, but he slowly got used to it.
Around fourteen years of age, Sam’s parents approached him and told him that they would be sending him to a boarding school for “special” kids. They broke the news to him in a very loving manner, promising to visit him as often as they could (though he knew that meant “as often as the money permitted”) and saying that they would keep in contact as much as possible. Though he was terrified to, Sam agreed, trusting that his parents knew what they were doing when they sent him off.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Semper or Harley, take your pick. :3
YOUR AGE Eighteen
RP EXPERIENCE Five or so years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? The Hunger Games RPG
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEWhy is everyone out against me? No, I know exactly why. I’ve probably been the luckiest Avox in quite some time – I’ve only been a servant once, and even then my master was so kind to me that he even let me go. Since then I haven’t been back to the Capitol. Hell, I even made a good friend and found a home – a home - in Ten. Though now even that seems like something of the past. I’ve always known that, should it come down to it, I would always get the lower hand of things. I would get the worst option because I’m so low in society. I’m scum, I’m a cretin, I’m unwanted and undesirable.
A sudden terror grips me as I hear Jack speak. He’s telling someone that “he can’t,” but I don’t know what he’s referring to. I keep my head down, avoiding looking at everyone that’s still surrounding us. There’s a minute of silence and then I hear him: ”Give me the damn whip.”
He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me. I shut my eyes tightly and I’m terrified. Jack’s got the whip in his hand – so what do I really mean to him? Am I just disposable? I cringe against the harsh wooden post as the first strike comes and I wince, trying hard to not just crumble on the ground. I’m not that weak. But I’m bleeding so much and am so weak that I really just don’t know how much more I can take. He then comes at me again, this time much harder and stronger. I bite back some yelps and cries, only releasing a hoarse whimper. My head’s spinning uncontrollably and I’m shaking too much for me to control. Please pass out, just let me pass out. Jack stops and starts yelling at the Peacekeeper, but I’m too focused on the pain to hear what he’s saying. I know that standing up to a Peacekeeper, though, will not end well for him, no matter what political position he has.
But this is the end of the line for me. I’m going to be taken to the DC again and I’m not even sure I’ll make it out unscathed this time. Another whimper escapes me and I even grip onto the post with my one hand, horrified. I don’t want to go back to there. My eyes finally find Jack, pleading with him. Don’t let me go there, Jack. I don’t care that he’s just whipped me – I don’t want to be faced with the horrors of the DC again. Please, Jack, please don’t take me there.
