Keld Bronte :: DISTRICT 10 ::
Jan 25, 2015 14:21:59 GMT -5
Post by trinkets on Jan 25, 2015 14:21:59 GMT -5
Name: Keld Bronte
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: Ten
Appearance:
Keld is eighteen years old, but the work under the sun combined with his towering height could convince the smartest man that he was at least four years older. His hair is bluntly cropped in medium length pieces, and although a quaint blonde, it is hidden by dirt and grass or more usually an aged, wide rimmed hat worn in the fields. He has a strong, square jaw and Romanesque rose, framed by a pair of small but warm hazel eyes.
Keld might have been handsome in the traditional sense if he wore clean clothes or could afford to, but instead it was what was passed down to him. Plain neutral shirts and ripped and torn pants. He was in complete ignorance of how he looked most of the time. It didn't really matter to the lower districts, anyways. It couldn't matter. What did matter was that his arms were thick and muscled from carrying and hauling, a normal days work, and just the same scarred by wear and tear. He was 6'3 and as his mother said 'as heavy as an ox'.
Personality:
Keld is the combination of the brute force it takes to work in livestock for a lifetime, and the complacency to do it without a second thought at another person's command. He is hardworking as any starving district citizen has to be and thoughtless, more a means to survival than a personality quirk, but nevertheless he questions nothing he is told and does it to the best of his ability. To him, family and work are the only things that exist. He doesn't pay very much attention to the games but in no way ignores them or passes judgment on the Capitol. He is what he raises and slaughters, one sheep of a massive herd.
He is not serious all of the time as his dedication to his job makes it seem, but is gullible, well humored and friendly. Being in one house for eighteen years tends to make a person either happy and complicit or brooding and cold, and he is the first of the two. He isn't very smart but is easily amused and forgetful, while at the same time having unshakable morals.
To Keld it goes like this: every man and woman does their part to survive and does it well and happily. No trouble for anyone that way. He is very much a 'make what's best of the situation' man, and takes care of others before himself even if they don't want or need him to
History:
Keld Bronte was born to a lower district family, the Brontes, as the oldest of a flock of other children. He loved his duty of being an older brother to four sisters. They did hard work like he did and gave his everyday a little bit of laughter and love. It is his job to look out for them as his father is working more than he is, and his mother is tirelessly fixing handed down clothes and cooking and even working herself half to death outside their small home.
The earliest memory he has is of sitting outside in the hot, dry weather watching his mother rake hay as yellow as her hair into piles. It had fallen from the back of a truck earlier, and she had explained that the Capitol was taking their livestock because it was their right to. She told him that they had to clean up their mess, and shouldn't complain about it. Keld remembered the dusty smell mixed with a foul acidic one belonging to the Capitol truck, but he hadn't questioned his mother. Instead he helped her carry the bails back and watched the men curiously.
That was the last time he was curious about anything. He knew the way of the world, or at least his little one, and took no problem with the way things were. As it was ten years later, he wasn't old enough to quit school and work full time with his father, but he couldn't wait to be on the fields really doing his part.
Codeword: ODAIR