Post by Orion on Mar 19, 2010 23:18:56 GMT -5
Name: Quill Jawn
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
District: Seven, Runaway
Strength: Due to extensive time in the forests, Quill can quite easily move plants. He can wrap vines around a Peacemaker's ankles with a flick of his wrist, and call forth berries from deep within a blackberry bush easily. He is still learning about the bigger stuff, but all of these still take it out of him.
Age: 28
Personality: Having been in District Seven, Quill is very knowledgable about plants, such as what is poisonous, what can treat a wound, and what holds the most water. He has very much extended his knowledge of plants since he ran away, and can find food almost anywhere. He also knows a lot about animals, such as their movement patterns, from numerous brushed with them.
Quill is quite social, considering the fact that he hasn't spoken in five years. He is readily willing to communicate, and longs for companionship. He likes to be around people, rare as those occasions are.
Likes:
People
Justice
Plants
The ocean
Dislikes:
Being alone
Inequality
Bears
The Capitol and the Games
History: Quill was born a while ago, but well after the games started. He was raised like all other District Seven children: learning about plants and how to raise them. Though, over the next few years, Quill was shown many times the injustice of the government, especially when his father died because he refused to give up his only plant, a measley blue berry bush. His mother became a much sadder person, and went into depression when Quill's brother, Vincent, was Reaped and killed in the Games. She soon after committed suicide, and Quill decided it was time to leave. He left quickly after the funeral, not caring to be put into an orphanage. With him, he had only a hunting knife and a bit of food.
Quill, now sixteen, wandered the Forests far and wide, narrowly avoiding Capitol people dozens of times. By the time he turned eighteen, he was very knowledgeable about the plants and animals of the region formerly known as North America, and even visited the Ocean a couple of times. He very much liked it. He made a good bow, and learned how to make arrows.
As he traveled, he liked to talk to himself, mainly to prevent himself form going insane. But once, when he was twenty-three his talking got him caught, but he managed to escape narrowly. He hasn't spoken since. Now, he longs for a companion, and hopes that somewhere, someone will escape their prison as he did and join him in freedom.
Code: Ireadtherules
Other: This is to be on the waiting list, please!
