D10 // Jonah Emmet Warsaw [DONE]

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Name: Jonah Emmet Warsaw
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 10
Appearance:

still debating, but this guy looks good

Personality:

You think you are better them him? You think you are tougher and stronger? Just cos you can hit him and you will get no reaction? Well you are wrong. Jonah is fierce, he is cunning and brave. Anyone feels threatened when he is around you, even though you cannot even get one tiny reaction from him he can drill you and drill you, picking and prodding, stabbing and pulling it you insecurities. Nothing escapes his expert eye, he knows how people work and he knows what makes him tick. Have at least some control is what he needs, he needs to know that he can do this, because if he can't keep his calm in a storm what other use does he have? He knows that his ability to stay strong whilst a storm rages is good. But he also knows that not fighting back just aggravates most people more and seeing those lines of tension being drawn tough just gives him that bit more contempt. That superiority is something he needs to feel. His family suffered when his father was avoxed.

Perhaps a reason why Jonah never lifts a hand in defence is because he doesn't want to have the same consequences happen to him as he they did his father. He knows that rules a strict, he knows that brawls, bash ups and fights can get you into some serious trouble. In some way his cool, calm exterior is there to protect himself, to keep himself safe. He doesn't want to spin and tumble and trip and fall into a world of destruction, he wants to be the one that stands taller then the rest, because he knows that he can handle any situation. And yet, there is that nagging part of him that wonders how far can they all push you? How far until you crack and you explode. He has built up so many walls in his mind to stop people from being able to push him, to force him to fight, but every wall breaks with enough pressure and it will be only time before his does. And Jonah knows that when his wall finally comes tumbling down he will be in trouble. He tries not to think about it, in fact, he tries to build on it, because he knows he is strong, but is he strong enough?

Jonah, unknown to most as actually rather fragile, those walls that he built up are there to stop himself from cracking and breaking and the resilient young boy worries that one day they will fail him. Each and every time he dives head first into a fight of words, each and every time he is hit the thoughts nag at him. Poking him and prodding him always there to remind him that he can't keep fighting forever. No one has the strength to wage a war all their life, but Jonah is determined to see himself through his mind battle, because he knows that if he can push himself forwards he is one step closer to shielding himself from the same destruction that his father received. And yet, he is continuing to ignore the warnings that follow him, because one day he will shatter and then there will be nothing stopping him from burning down his home, his family and everyone his knows in the destruction, the hate, frustration and power that he had shielded from himself for so long. There is only so much you can prevent before it becomes too much.

"Jonah's just as loud and ornery as his sister, maybe even more so. He has a habit of riling people up and picking at their insecurities for his own amusement. Sitting there with bulletproof calm and a cocky grin as someone else's anger is about to explode makes him feel like he has a little more control in the world than he actually does — he finds other people's discomfort comforting. In a world of endless chaos, he wants to be the eye of the storm, an oasis when everything else is spinning, spinning, spinning into destruction. So many people have tried to punch the shit-eating grin off Jonah's face that the bridge of his nose permanently zig-zags from the breaks and all his expressions sit a little crooked on his features. He has never once swung his fist back, however, so his aggressors tend to give up easily. Few people even bother these days, knowing Jonah is an off-kilter kind of pacifist. The truth of it is that he's been training up his self-restraint all these years, because the kind of anger that dwells within him would be beyond dangerous if ever something managed to trigger it. At this point, however, that would take an event that threatened to destroy his life... again."

History:

"A middle class family in District Ten, the Warsaws have had a bit of a tough time in life, so their friends and neighbors find it difficult to judge them for making their own trouble in return. Even though it has been ten years since their Peacekeeper father, Dorian Warsaw, was declared a traitor, avoxed, and sent to the Capitol to live the remainder of his life in servitude, the event remains fresh in too many minds to be forgotten. He had been a good, honest man... too good and too honest, in fact, and met his own demise while trying to help a man falsely accused to murder escape the District. The man escaped, but Dorian received his punishment in his stead and his family has yet to come to terms with these misfortunes of history." <-- written by Lalia, just quoted for wip bio

Codeword: pass
Comments/Other:

This one maybe?

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You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

( N A M E ) Jonah Emmett Warsaw
( A G E ) Eighteen
( D I S T R I C T / A R E A ) Ten
( G E N D E R ) Male

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall

( B I O G R A P H Y )

I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall

It's like a ticking time bomb, as each trivial word leaves my mouth I see a face redden, eyes darken and a jaw tighten. -there is always a trick to it, words effect people, they make them unstable. Words are like a drug and with each one that slips from my pale pink lips, it enters the air and pushes the bomb closer and closer to the point where it explodes. But you have to know the right words that makes a person tick, the words that make their breath quicken. Anger is so easily shown in the way people act. It is always the eyes though. At first people try to hide it, they attempt to let the words slide off of them, shrugging them off with an impatient lift of their broad shoulders -yes I always aim for the big guys. The guys with the muscle and the strength to break my nose in one careless strike. But anger simmers in the depth of their eyes, cold and unwavering and at that moment I know I have them. As soon as their is a spark it only takes time before it ignites into a full on storm. When you hit the right note it is evident. There is always that clenched jaw, the fists that ball up and the eyes that go from mocking into two intense balls of fire. At that point I smile.

There always comes a sense of control in knowing that no matter what anyone throws at you, you can overcome it. Words aggravate everyone. They are perhaps the most dangerous weapon that exist. Knives and blades dint and break. As long as you can think and speak you will always have words, (Ironic seeing as my father is an Avox, words did nothing for him) and if you know how to use them they can be deadlier then any piece of metal. I crave seeing those lines of tension being drawn taut as I pick and prod at people's insecurities. There is a definite and visible point in time where you know when people are about to snap. For a brief second they seem to become calm, as though they can control themselves and suddenly they snap. Their fragile sense of control gone. A delicate smile taints my lips, cocky and superior, the harsh tip to them is always snide, but always pleasant, the best way to get to a person is to be happy. The best way to make someone angry is to feed them everything they don't want to hear and you do it with a smile. A smile is as good as any taunt or tease, it plays with their souls, it makes them itch and boil, it makes them want to hurt you. An infuriating smile that can never be wiped off no matter how many times their fist collides with your face creates anger.

I snag their insecurities between my claws and I squeeze them, draining every bit of juice out of them until I have rung it dry. Fury races through them like a wild fire, at an uncontrollable speed where no words can stop them, where anger slips through their veins like poison and self-control is out of the question. I never stop. I never hold myself back when I see it happening before me, it is like a story and each stage, each part has a different telltale. You always know what is happening, people are like books, you have to understand it to get what is happening.

And hidden beneath a calm exterior is always a storm.

A cocky grin always lingers on my lips, bubbling just below my grey eyes. There is always a superior edge that hardens my eyes, I leave it obvious, I leave it open and visible. I want them all to see it and know how I think, I want them to be able to read me and see how I think. It makes them angrier and they burst quicker. No person can escape past a flicker of his expert eye. Weakness drifts off of a person, weakness is so clearly visible and people that try to hide it always fail. Vulnerable. Cracks stretch across their worn defenses and the bigger the bang the wider the crack gets and when you can see through the cracks that are messily covered up, you know you have your victim. No matter how hard a person tries you can never hide emotions, they always slip past.

"Stop it."

The words tumble from their lips. It always happens, they see now way to stop the onslaught of taunts, the tormenting comments and burning remarks. The two words are always whispered before the fight begins. In a way they are a message they tell me when a person is truly finished, when the rage boils over them and they have lost all control the cruelest smile of all tugs at my lips, I feel contempt at their weakness, their inability to be strong and my smile broadens into a fully fledged grin, because I am better than them. I have the power and strength to hold my head high and I take it, I don't flinch, cringe or shy away from the fists that pummel me. They strike me time and time again, imprinting themselves into my soul, hitting, hitting, hitting until I fall, but I never stop smiling. There fury slowly turns to panic when they hit me, they scream ,the break. There weakness is shocking, their ability to just break, oh they are so easily beaten. When they see that i will not give up they get rash, and they panic. But I never crack, not even for a moment.

In a world of chaos I dream of being the calm, the thing in which you can find safety, but to get there you must battle the storm and I have been fighting the storm my whole life. Only now have I found my way through the folds of the wind, the raging storm, the pain and agony. Chaos has escaped my life for what it seems like forever. I try to force myself to believe that I have reached the calm of the storm, the eye. The place where there is only the soft winds, nothing cruel, harsh or lying. But such trickery does me no good and I lie to myself I try desperately to tell myself that I am loud, rowdy and free. That I have the power and self-control that no other person in the whole of Panem has. I can take a hit, literally, hit me, hit me and hit me, my nose has been shattered sixteen times in my life, it is bending this way and that way, it has no clue how to stay straight, or normal anymore. My eyes hide the signs of the pain that it sometimes offers me, but they clearly show the joy that lingers in their dark depths as a torment another living soul.

I find comfort and pleasure in others pains, I am the calm of a storm.

However, every storm ends. And I find myself in a continuous circle where this storm never ends. I strike out day in day out, hitting my enemies, pushing them and pushing myself and at first I never noticed the small lines, the cracks, the dints and dents that began to surface. At first they stayed skin deep, in places where I would never look, they stayed away from my eyes and my mind hide them from me. An anger dwells deep within me. I can feel it as it tries to push its way through. As it tries to defeat the so carefully woven defenses that I have placed in its way. My self-restraint keeps me sane and my anger keeps me going. It stays withing the deep recess of my mind and I know that one day, something or someone will crack it open and all hell will break lose. The self-control that I have is all that stands in the way of that anger and I have spent my whole life building it up, making it stronger and preparing myself for everything. But one small push the wrong way and I know I will be thrown into the storm I have continuously avoided. A storm that threatens to take me each day. I defy it and I keep going, egging those other people on, making them hit me and force me to fight myself and my inner turmoil. My wall is the only thing that stands between total destruction and the oasis of calm.

There is only so much you can prevent before it becomes too much.

So many people have tried ti wipe the no-shit-laugh-in-your-face smirk from my lips. Everyone in the district knows I'll never fight back, they all know what happened to my dad. (They all whisper it, they all call him the traitor when they think we can't hear it.) Sometimes I believe that it never effects Olivia, sometimes I chose to ignore the tight strain that is puts on our small family. I always do it to keep me sane, to keep me going. I push myself because I know that if I can take myself one step further I can push past the boundaries that are settled by mankind and I can become a person, a thing that one one else is. I want to be able to withstand everything, basically I can, mentally I know I will one day. I draw my strength from each fist that collides with my safe, from each insecurity that slides pf my well-practiced tongue as I'm bashed and beaten.

With each day I take control a new crack appears in my wall. It slips higher, higher and higher. It deepens, widens and thickens and I truly believe that it will break, but I hope that when that happens I will be ready. Whatever is hiding behind that wall is beyond dangerous.

But then I'm not really the eye of the storm, the peace on all the hell. I am the calm before the storm hits and when that storm hits I will shatter.

Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away

( C O D E W O R D )

Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall

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I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone-hard, machine gun
Fired at the ones who run

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Stone-hard as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium

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What even? A bio done in two days? Yes sireeee

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