Cosmo Jensen || District 1 || Done

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Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your eyes open

|| B A S I C S ||

His name was Cosmo. Cosmo, the only child in the Jensen family. He was a young boy, only 13 years old, living in District 1 with his mother and father.

The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending

|| A P P E A R A N C E ||

Cosmo was a plain, down-to-earth kid, and never easy to spot in a crowd. He was just one of those people who looked like everyone else. They say everyone is unique, but is that possible? With so many people cluttering the world, is it possible to stand out? Not always. Perhaps his nose was a little different then some, or his eyes a different color, but it didn't matter. He still looked like everyone else. His parents loved him for who he was, and he didn't care, so why bother about it? "Be yourself." his father always said, "Don't let anyone change you."
He had brown hair. It wasn't deep chocolate brown, rich soil brown, or tree bark brown. It was brown. He always kept it neat, whether he was staying at home, going to school, or going for a walk. No one had ever seen him with messy hair, and no one ever will. His eyes, too, were brown. They weren't any specific type of brown, just brown. Nothing that made him stand out in a crowd.
He was short, too, not quite reaching five feet and six inches. He stopped growing when he was ten, and probably won't grow much more. His height had proved as a disadvantage, as he couldn't see over the heads of others, but he didn't let it bother him. Just like he didn't let his weight bother him.
Although Cosmo lived in one of the wealthiest Districts, he weighed a mere 110 pounds, and didn't do anything to gain a bit more. He didn't mind being so light, and in fact, preferred it. He could outrun anyone in the whole District, and avoided a lot of bullying in the process. He would much rather run from a fight and be called a coward than battle it out and lose. He only every entered a fight he knew he could win, but that didn't happen often. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a fight, and had endured the nickname Coward for most of his life.

Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score

|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||

It was hard for people to say what they thought of Cosmo, since they never noticed him. If they had noticed him, he would have been a completely different person. Not Cosmo. If they didn't notice him, they couldn't explain what they thought of him. So, the only people who knew about his personality were his parents and himself. No one else could dig into his soul and discover his secrets like he could. Even his parents didn't fully understand him. He was a quiet boy, minding his own business and staying out of the way. He did his work in the shadows, he knew how to move around unnoticed.
The first word anyone could think of when they heard about him was shy. But they understood him wrong. Cosmo knew he wasn't important, and that his life didn't matter to many people, so why share it with them? In his opinion, that was how the world should run. Everyone should play their part, ask no questions, and do what they were told. Like him. He knew how to get information, how to sneak into back rooms and allies, how to eavesdrop without being noticed. No one ever caught him. He did odd jobs around the District for a small pay, even if those jobs seemed sketchy or might end badly. 
Now, Cosmo wasn't just a piece in a game. He had a heart, he knew what he liked and what he didn't like. He didn't always like the people he worked for, but he kept that to himself. He never let anyone know what his opinion was, and he was excellent at hiding his emotions, whether he was sad, angry, or excited. 
He liked to draw. That was the only way he would ever let his feelings leak out into the world. Through his hands, into the pencil, and on to the paper. Pictures of bright, sunny days, pictures of Peacekeepers, pictures of fire, water, forests, anything you could imagine. He kept them all in a small, wooden box under his bed, and only took them out when he needed a reminder that he was human. He never showed them to anyone, not even his parents.

Everybody's waiting for you to break down
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your eyes open

|| H I S T O R Y ||

He was born into the Jensen family, with two parents who loved him and cared for him. He was their only son, their only child. They weren't as rich as most of the families in District, and they lived on the outskirts of the District, but they always had enough food and clothes. They never had guests over, which may have been part of the reason why their son wasn't exactly social. It wasn't that they didn't like people, it was simply that they didn't see the point in wasting their time. Time spent having guests over could also be spent on working, earning money for the family. The Jensen family were hard-working, they never took anything for granted. Both of Cosmo's parents worked almost full-time, which meant he had to learn to care for himself faster than most kids.
He practically grew up in his room. He spent as much time as possible alone, drawing pictures, watching the neighbors, or organizing his things. When it was time for him to go to school, he was reluctant to leave the safety of his room, but his parent's encouragement convinced him to go. After about a week there, it was clear that Cosmo was different from the other children. You see, he didn't play. He never played. The bell would ring, and all the kids would rush outside to play a round of tag, but Cosmo would stay behind. He preferred to sit at his desk, poring over his history books or reviewing his multiplication. Sometimes he would watch them chase each other, wasting precious minutes with fun. He never understood how games like that kept them amused, or how it helped. The truth was, it didn't help them. They weren't learning anything, in his opinion, and if you weren't learning something, you were wasting time.
Then the name-calling began. The kids at school took notice of how quiet he was, how he was always working, how he never played with them. They started teasing him, calling him names, making fun of him. He had so many new names, he completely lost track of them. Teacher's Pet, Hermit, and Coward were the most popular. The teachers never seemed to notice the teasing that went on behind their backs, but Cosmo couldn't blame them. It wasn't their purpose to stop bullying. Their purpose was to teach, and only to teach. He endured the name-calling and the teasing, but never complained about it to anyone. To this day, no one knows exactly what he's thinking, or what his opinion is of many things. He simply does his job, and stays quiet about it.

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
Every lesson forms a new scar
They never thought you'd make it this far
But turn around, oh they've surrounded you

|| O T H E R ||
Codeword: oDair
Lyrics: Eyes Open, by Taylor Swift
Notes: None

It's a showdown and nobody comes to save you now
But you've got something they don't
Yeah, you've got something they don't
You've just got to keep your eyes open

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