Caleb Jones [Wanderer/Done]

[Cato]

Name: Caleb Jones
Age: 28

Appearance:

Scruffy facial hair covers my face spreading from ear to ear. It's hard to take care of it when I'm busy sitting under the sun allowing myself to tan, and all the hair is needed during the harsh winter months. My skin is slightly dark. Shaggy hair covers my head, but I never let it get too long because it's impossible to take care of it. I can't stand the tangles, yet it's not a problem right now. Sometimes I like looking like I've been outdoors for a long time, but right now it doesn't even matter because I know where I stand. I have a soft gait despite my weight. Weighing in around one hundred eighty-five pounds makes it makes it impossible to sneak around, but over the years I have learned how. I may have lost some weight going days without food, but I keep working and hunting to get what I need. Dirt covers my skin, and I do have a bad body odor, but I don't have time to clean myself up. Going into districts as quickly as I can is important because I don't want to get caught. It's put me in shape. I can run a lot, but I'm more of a long distance runner than a sprinter.

My eyes are strange, and I feel like they change colors, but when I look at myself I see light blue, however, I've been told they look gray. It's not that big of deal, really. They're just eyes. The whites of my eyes are stained red, and many nights I go without sleep - I have the bags beneath my eyes to prove it. My bones ache from sleeping on the ground so much, but I don't have any other option. My clothes aren't in the best shape either. My shirt is filled with holes, and my sneakers have blown out, and my jeans are almost falling apart. My clothes are the least of my worries because my body is weak, and getting too hot makes me sick. My muscles cramp, and I get bad headaches that almost knock me out. I know if I stop sweating that I'm in trouble. The palms of my hands are calloused from working with them for so long trying to provide the basic needs of life. I may look like I'm a strong, healthy individual, but sometimes I feel like that's far from the truth because nobody knows what's hiding on the inside.

Personality:

When I was younger, I always thirsted for blood. Becoming a career and taking my place in the games was always my way of life. Mercy didn't exist in my eyes because it was how my parents raised me. One step out of line meant punishment just like our current criminals in the nation. It's a shame people break the law when the Capitol has done so much for us, and I honored and respected them every step of the way. We deserved the punishment of the hunger games, but for me it's much, much more. My goal was to bring honor to district four instead of having peasants from lower districts win. Even the scrawniest of tributes were defeating the confident careers like it was nothing. And I was fighting for my chance to show my worth. Every single day I fought hard. But I soon realized it was my parents desire, not mine. And I had to live my life pleasing me and not worrying about anything else in the world.

Although I slacked off in training, I kept what I learnt with me everywhere I went. I liked goofing off with my buddies. And being in the water made me feel alive unlike anything else in the world. It seemed like all my troubles went away when I found my own way of life. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, and I want to respect them, but fighting for honor in the shape of the games was dishonorable. And I wanted respect and honor. A chance to make a name for myself instead of following after the wishes of my parents. And when that happened I figured out my life. I was able to set my priorities despite the lack of total control.

I've learnt that I'm a very outgoing person. Someone who loves talking to people. Someone who enjoys being around people. I thought solitude was the best, but it's not. Everyone needs a friend, and I am one of those people. It's nice to just have an open conversation with trustworthy people knowing their decisions wouldn't harm any of mind, yet telling my parents was out of the question because I didn't want to hurt them. They spent my entire life raising me in the way they wanted me to grow. Keeping a secret from them and lying to them was the hardest thing in the world for me. But I had to because I didn't want them to disown me for not following their guidance. It destroyed me from the inside out, but I kept it away from them. I wanted to be honest because lying isn't a way of life, and I hate lying. One lie leads to another and eventually the story doesn't add up, but for me I never had the chance to come clean because my world shattered around me on that dreaded day.

Now I regret it. Living in solitude again as I've lost my way from right and wrong. It's been an eye opening experience, and I wish I would've told my parents about my life I chose for myself because I doubt I'll ever see them again. I'm afraid of living in the unknown like I'm doing every second of every my life. I've had to learn to be quiet and keep myself calm. cool, and collected. but it's hard because I just want to find my family and make things right again. If I could go back and undo everything that I did, I would, unfortunately, I can't. But I will keep going to try to make this all right. I want to gain my honor and respect back. What I did was dishonorable. But it's helped make me who I am today. I can either run from it, or learn from it, and I choose to learn.

History:

Growing up in district four was fun. I had a group of friends, and I spent many days learning the ropes of becoming a career, but I had other plans. Most of my free time was spent surfing, swimming, or fishing. Many times I would go out into the ocean with a boat in order to catch fish using a spear, or a net that I hand crafted myself. Even when it rained, I would spend time outside near the water. To this day I'm not sure what it is about the water, but it makes me feel relaxed especially after a hot day. Hot days quickly became my favorite because I was capable of cooling off by doing something I enjoyed, and when I was old enough, I would sneak away from home in order to skip out on training for the games. Sometimes I felt like lying to my parents wasn't smart, but soon I was realized that I was making my own path in life. Not one set out by my parents desires and ambitions, and that may have been my fatal flaw.

One day the sky was clear, and I snuck out of the gym early accompanied by a few friends. I couldn't stand being stuck inside when the day was amazing, and I could hear the waves calling my name. It wasn't even a day to surf. It was a day to go fishing with my buddies. We always had competitions going on to see who could catch the most fish. It made it fun. Sadly most of what we caught went to the Capitol, but every now and then I would sneak some of my catch home in order to provide for me and my buddies. But today everything was the complete opposite of calm. We were far from the beach when the dark storm clouds rolled in. The wind picked up, and I knew in that moment we had to get back to shore before the storm hit. Waves toppled inside the boat, and I lost all my catch. At the time it made me angry, but I knew it may have been for the best. A lighter boat was easier to pull after all. I thought I had it until a crack of thunder blasted through my ears, and my boat was turned upside.

Everything I had was spilt into the ocean, and I was thrown around like a rag doll until I could no longer see my buddies. At first it terrified me because I wasn't sure where the ocean led to. I didn't even know if a world existed outside Panem. Yet I tried to remain calm in order to keep going. To keep myself from falling apart in the midst of the storm. I was tossed back to shore, and I tried swimming away, only I was away from the smooth beach I knew. Rocks were strong heavy, and one of the waves took control of me, and I hit my head against a rock. The next thing I knew I woke up on a beach nowhere near home, and it felt like I had been ran over by a boat. I gathered myself, and I started walking looking for home, but I wasn't sure where I was, and I knew my buddies would be searching for me.

Every day for the last several years I've been wandering through the forest learning how to build shelter, and start fires in order to survive. I've been camouflaging myself in order to hide from peacekeepers marching through the woods. Trespassing is against the law, and I know being caught could make things horrible for me. Sometimes I enter districts and make myself look like I belong, and I trade illegally in order to get things I need to survive. It's strange, though, because I've yet to find district four. One day I'll find it again. I just hope my buddies are safe, and I pray they haven't given up on me because I haven't given up on them. Though, I'm almost certain they think I'm dead. I should be dead, but I'm a fighter, and I'll never give up no matter what.

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Now all he needs is a volleyball named Wilson. And an island. And a scruffier beard.

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