Gunnar District 3

[Legacy's]

Name: Gunnar Perthshire
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 3
Appearance:

Gunnar Perthshire is in no way incredible when it comes to physical strength, but he shouldn't be regarded as weak. His growing frame has an obvious growth in musculature. He at first appears to be quite scrawny, but when he gets active it is easy to see the strength he holds behind him, backed up with his sheer willpower and determination. He is nearly five foot eight he is the tallest member of his family, and has pale skin, dark blonde hair, and blue-green eyes. His hair is fairly long, but still cut short, with the thickness of his hair determining how dark it is. He has a bit of "fuzz" on his upper lip, and around his chin that is hardly noticeable due to it being very blond and blending in with his skin. He shaves however, so when he isn't too lazy to ignore it he has a very smooth skinned face. His achne isn’t terrible due to his normally lack of sweat, but when his hair gets to be too long it falls in front of his forehead the oiliness can be hard to deal with.

His face is almost always bright and happy, with a very wide smile. His nose is almost unnoticeably crooked to one side. He has longer eye lashes and his eyebrows aren’t too thick. His hair can sometimes be quite wild, sticking up in certain directions almost as if he had been electrocuted (which he probably has been considering his occupation). The reason for its wildness is because his hair goes in whatever direction you put it in, and when he is thinking he often rubs a hand through his hair over his forehead, so whatever he did to his hair stays that way. He has some wild bed head.

Personality:

Gunnar is a conundrum. He is one of the hardest, most quality concerned, methodical people you will ever meet, but yet he has a horrible work ethic, always getting things in just the day after it was due, or getting in on time by the second, after working on it just hours ago the night before. He is determined, he is also a procrastinator. He is concerned with quality, but apparently not due dates. He is lazy, but yet he is always up to, and enjoys quite thoroughly exercising WHEN he gets to it. He seems to be very skinny, but he LOVES food and can be considered a human garbage disposal because he will try everything, and devour about as much, regardless of personal preference or taste of the meal, with few exceptions. He absolutely loves machines and computers, aspiring to build some pretty incredible things, and boasting a plethora of accomplishments.

On the outside, Gunnar appears to be very happy and not at all angered or upset for a large majority of the time. But although he does enjoy humor quite a bit, and can be roused a truthful smile, on the inside is a very cold, damp, dark place that no one should ever have to venture into. It isn’t a depression no, it isn’t completely old bottled up emotions, no; this was far worse. On the inside, Gunnar believes that there is a parasite inside him that is his polar opposite. On the inside he full-heartily believes he harbors evil.

What is this evil? Sadism, despotism, a mathematical dystopian algorithm that is hell bent on destroying the world. Inside him is anger, resentment, hatred unlike any other for the entire messed up situation he was born into. He is mathematical on a very primal sense despite his artistic nature, and creativity. What one person sees in the world today and what he sees are two very different things. To an ordinary individual in any one of the districts they see an unfortunate truth that everyone has to live with. He though, he sees the world today as a complete and utter mistake, it is a nihilism unique to him, that none of this makes sense and it is a problem he must rectify by any means necessary; even through the deaths of everyone he cares about, and every innocent man, women, and child to make it happen.

History:

Gunnar Perthshire was born into district 3, and at an early age it was easy to see his potential. Even from when he was young and doodling with a natural talent more akin to a teen’s art than a four-year-old’s, it was obvious he had a thing for tech. There wasn’t a picture where he didn’t think he was designing something. Not a scrap of paper went by him that a robot or two wasn’t drawn in the margins. It was fairly noticeable that he was a happy child, but it was clear that much more was at work in the little kids head. For everything that he drew, involved an incredibly dark tone, for the happy child it was, it would be easy to see how odd it was that not a single page had color of any sort. They were always shaded to be very dark, and nearly always were they committed into an act of mass destruction, or seemed to possess weapons capable of it.

But at any rate, the adults paid no head to the strange pattern clearly visible in the boy’s drawings, and life went on. He was taught everything he needed obviously, but despite his obvious skill and methodical work ethic, he seemed to be falling behind in class, with work beautifully done, but only half way. It was at this they discovered a small quirk about the kid that he was brilliant, but plagued with slowness from his overly methodical brain. It would take work, but over the years they were able to refine his ability so that he could work faster, until eventually he was without his childhood handicap… for the most part. Now he was like every kid, who could do the work, but was simply preoccupied.

He finally realized his dream and independently constructed his “machines of terror”, which were nothing more than battery powered electronics on legs or wheels or some completely unique contraption only he could have thought of. It most certainly conflicted with his education, but by sheer people skills and persuasion manages to get by just fine, at the skin of his teeth. It should also be noted that he nearly got in trouble with the Peacekeepers with fitting a scale model of a personally designed firearm and fitted one as a pellet shooter on one of his contraptions, but once again by the skin of his teeth managed to get by unscathed.

He, being young, has experienced love before, but the instances were few and far between, and most of the times he didn’t know why he “loved” them at all. He has finally decided though that his only real love had been for the sports he rarely plays and the machines in his hands, and that woman were merely an infatuation for a short while until he grew bored of them, or too heart sick to heed them any attention until of course… they are forgotten. According to him, he has had precisely four encounters with infatuation. The first one, he was uncomfortable with being his first, and really just let it fall apart. Basically it went like this, he announced his complete and utter devotional love to the “girl of his dreams” with an outstanding mosaic of color on a sheet of paper with a creative poem, and then that was it, nothing happened, he did nothing else. She was fairly soon forgotten without heart break and with no regret except for the fact he essentially abandoned her from the start.

The other two were less melodramatic. These times he was getting older, finally older than 10 (his “first” being at age 8 or 9) he meets “the girl of his dreams” and proceeded to do…. nothing. He didn’t do anything at all with her, simply gazed from the distance only gathering enough courage to give her some sweets and at least make himself known to her. Eventually though somewhere down the line he sort of asks and she confesses that she isn’t interested in him but someone else. The second “girl of his dreams” (sensing a pattern are we?) was much closer than the last, he had been a more than normal friend for several months until he realized how he thought he felt. The two were “class clowns” and were very humorous together. But then, his world ripped apart because he fell for yet again, “the girl of his dreams” and due to his loyal nature was torn apart in confusion. He couldn’t decide who it was he was “in love” with more. Eventually however the matter seemed to solve itself as his former “love” seemed to be more interested in being with her girl friend than with him, basically forgetting him as he forgot others.

So then he looked upon the other girl, and this relationship was practically real. He spent his everyday with her, talked with her, laughed with her, shared some her own interests, and thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon, a palpable feeling that no else had stolen from his head. He tried twice to confess to her, but froze both times. It wasn’t until she playfully said she heard someone say the he liked her, which he finally cracked and confessed. It was the most heartfelt speech he had ever given, and for the first time in his life he thought that there might be color splotched upon his soul. But he was rejected again for the same reason as one other before, he had been too late, for her eye had been caught upon another, and one might say that Gunnar utterly died that day. There was nothing left to him. He was told the pain would go away. It did, but in its place it left a permanent apathy in his heart. None could, or ever would please him despite the disguise of his face. Inside was forever thrust into darkness, consumed by the evil he felt inside himself, and had been attempting to suppress all these years.

Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:

I've based this profile very heavily on myself, so by reading this you are getting a glimpse of my life (don't worry, I'm not that dark, and I don't plan to kill you, but everything I've written has a striking similarity to myself, and my inner thoughts and nightmares.) I'm probably going to want to expand my history in the future, but I think for now that this is okay. I hope you found it interesting!

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[Legacy's]

O!!!!! So then it is ODAIR correct? Lol, can't believe I missed that.

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

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