Timothy Aro :||: District 10 :||: FIN

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name: Timothy "Tim" Alexander Aro
gender: Male
age: 22
district: 10

appearance:

You always thought you were different, special, because you looked nothing like everyone else. You didn’t even look like Mother or Father, something that did not bother you until you reached the sensitive age of 16. You are tall, much taller than both Mother and Father. You are even taller than Eric and he has a few good inches off Father. You think your height could be an advantage at times, but you know it troubles you most of the time as your house is very small in this district. The doorframe just barely grazes past your hair and by the time you were old enough to reach your full height, you became accustomed to ducking your head. You dislike having to bend down to hug people, and it always feels weird to have to look down to talk to others. There’s not much you can do, though, to fix your height.

Your skin color is different from the peachy pale of Mother or the bronze tan of Father and Eric. Your skin does not have pink undertones but yellow, and that has bothered you too. Your classmates used to wonder if you were sickly because your skin was always weird, but they outgrew that question or were too afraid to ask by the time they reached fourteen. It did trouble you that it was different, and perhaps that was why you kept asking Mother and Father what was wrong with you. They could only tell you that it was just the way you were, that you were like that as a baby. “But why aren’t you and Eric like this too?” you would ask. And they were always silent. You know now that it’s because somewhere in District 5, the people who gave birth to you would have similar skin, though perhaps somewhat tanner.

Your eyes are rather small, but you wouldn’t know because you can see perfectly out of them. It can be quite the hassle when people tell you to wake up or to stop squinting, but they’ve never really been a problem to you once you realized that you were not like Mother and Father for a reason. Your irises are dark, almost black at a distance, very close to your hair color. Your hair is kept short to prevent any strands from bothering you while you work. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like if you let your hair grow out just once, but you think about the trouble that those longer strands would cause you and you immediately dispel the idea. After all, why would you waste time on fighting your hair when you could spend it on altering the breeding system to allow more efficient breeding among cattle?

personality:

You feel like you would be the quiet type, the reserved almost brooding boy. After all those years of feeling out of place, it only makes sense that you would want to keep to yourself. Oh, there were others who looked like you, but they felt at place with the other kids and they never really approached you. So you often sat by yourself unless your brother decided to take you in for the day but that always felt lonely too. So yes, maybe you were a loner, but the reasons changed as you grew up. As you learned more and more about your early childhood, you became more driven to discover your parents and that only led you to move further and further away from your family and any form of friend you had.

While ambition caused you to be move away from the people you know and cared about, it caused you to succeed in most situations. You always scored the highest in your tests, and you pursued extra interests with the same passion you put in to your studying. It is for this reason that you have so many plans stored in the cabinets that you brought into your house, all filled with new ideas that you would think up in one day, but never find the cause to follow through. You know you should one day propose one of them, but with your ambition, you are scared of failure. You still have difficulty understanding that sometimes mistakes are needed to improve, so you can never move forward but you also cannot stop the flow of ideas that come from your mind at any point of time.

You currently hold a job in some ranch business, and you can never move higher in ranks but they don’t seem to be pushing you down either. They tell you that you’re smart, that you know the techniques to the ranching business, but you lack the feel of the animals. You don’t understand what they mean when they say “the feel” because all you know is what the textbook told you. You really did try, but even some of you teachers told you that to understand an animal was 2/3 textbook and 1/3 instinct. You tried to get that instinct—you read a lot of books on instinct—but no matter how much information you were able to read up, you could not experience that sense where your whole body did the motions and your mind was shut off.

Because you believed what you learned in the textbook was the absolute rule, you regarded rules in an old-fashioned sense. When you were hired, you took that rule book and went through every single letter to understand what they would expect from you, and you have followed every single number since. Of course, following the rules by how they were written has led to some problems, but it has also helped you in a difficult situation when no one else knew what to do. Again, you always find yourself at the middle, neither regarded a hero or a nuisance; you’re just someone who floats along and sometimes makes mistakes and sometimes makes the right decision. Of course, you’re old-fashioned beliefs also impacts your social life as you are very reluctant to stay out late at night or do anything the peacekeepers declare illegal.

The only time you have ever considered breaking the rules is when you consider finding your birth family. You want to know who they are so bad, that you are almost willing to do anything to gain information. So far, you have kept all your searching inside your house and looking at records from your parents’ house, but you dream of the day when you can get your hands on hospital records from District 5 or any other records that might tell you why your birth parents gave you up. When you were short in money, you even dreamed about hopping onto one of the cargo trains that leaves District 10 on a weekly basis. But now that you are slowly saving your money, you have abandoned that dream; it was never worth the consequences that would follow.

history:

You’re still not sure about your beginnings, especially who your real mother and father are, and you’re not sure you want to know. As far as you’re concerned, Ben and Martha Willamer were always your mother and father, even if your frame and skin tone and looks in general are so unlike theirs. Your brother is Eric Steven Willamer, and he’s older than you by three years. You were always close to him, looked up to him, believed that he would always be stronger and smarter and better than you. Your sister is Angela Marie Willamer, and she’s older than you by 7 years. You don’t know her really well as the age difference was always just so big, but you do talk to her sometimes when she comes by the house and it’s sometimes nice. You also have another sister, Karen, but no one really talks about her anymore. From what Eric sneakily told you when you both shared a bed in the house, she was a part of the family longer before you joined, a kind of secret child that had moved out a long long time ago. According to your calculations, she must have been at least thirteen years older than you…but you can’t really check.

As for you, well, any details about your early years could only be provided by the memories of your parents and older sister. Eric was too young to remember anything about you becoming a part of the family, but sometimes he likes to believe he does. Your family was originally from District 5, the district that you now know as the oil district. But you remember it once having to do with animals, just like the ones you take care of at home. Of course, ask any of your old mentors or peacekeepers and they would argue otherwise. “District 5 has always been an oil district!” they would say, even though you know better. After all, you spent a good sixteen years in that district. Your father moved the whole family out of the district once he heard some rumors in town about some new resource being discovered. He never was one to waste time. So everyone moved to District 10 and sure enough, you were able to raise the animals you had grown up with.

Your parents took ten years to tell you this, but you were never actually part of the family. They told you that they had found you abandoned and crying in an alley in District 5. Even though they already had two—technically three—children already, they still took you in, taking pity on the poor boy that was left alone. For that, you were always thankful but that did not stop you from wondering who your actual parents are or if they are still alive. You wonder if you have siblings who look very much like you or a family pet that is raised lovingly by every member of your biological family. As a kid, you often wondered what life would be like if you were with your real parents…but you cannot see their faces and that had always bothered you. Your name is also odd for had you been taken from an alley, would not your parents have given you their last name? Did they even give you any part of your name? Forever, those three letters would always bother you.

In District 5, you always did well as a child, despite your differences. You were convinced that if you did well in school, then your true mommy and daddy would come pick you up one day. So you kept studying hard and you soon surpassed the other children in your year. However, you always lacked the true talent of handling animals, only knowing the textbook information. You wished you had the natural skill to know what an animal wanted, but you had buried your nose so deep into books that you often forgot that not all living things followed the textbook. It was for this reason that you could never pass the practical part of the exam, despite the 110% you would get in every other section. Your teachers would let you move on to the next year because you were so knowledgeable in the study, but they always worried that you would not be able to survive your job when the time came.

The change in district industry was supposed to change all that, though you were not sure if you would have done any better in the oil industry. But your father had whisked you and your family away, removing any chance that you could find your true mother and father. So once you moved out of your parents’ house and decided to live on your own, you became determined to find them. You were going to work hard so you could earn the money to take you back to District 5. You still love your family, the one that raised you, but you want to know the truth so bad that you thumb through the money that you do have. You will find them, you keep telling yourself, you will finally know the truth.

codeword: odair

other: second person whoot

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It's been a while since I said this but...


FIN


Timmy's done! :D

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