Tune Faber | D5 {wip}

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"Music is kind of my oxygen"

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Name
Tune Faber

Age
16

Gender
Male

District/Area
5

Appearance:

Tune, don't let people call you porcelain doll even though you look like one

Those words were familiar to his ears. His skin had always been the first thing people notices first. Tune has skin as pale as a ghost’s but also luminous. Every time he comes into physical contract with sunlight, his skin seems to be glowing under it. But, he did not consider the whiteness as an attractive feature, it was quite the opposite. He disliked the way his skin exposes the freckles on his face, making them extremely visible to others. He always envied tanned people, the color of their skin pleasing to his eyes. No matter how long he stays under the vibrant light of the sun, his pale skin remains the same.

The second noticeable thing were his large, red lips. Tune believed that his lips grew from all the singing he does when he’s alone. But, for other people, it was still a wonder. He has no hatred for this physical feature of his. It acted as a mark for his singing trait, this was the chief reason he loves his lips. He also has mushy, dark eyebrows that are eye-catching on his white skin. He has a habit of arching his brows without himself knowing it. People can see the level of confusion he’s facing from the high of his arched eyebrows.

Tune has an almost-athletic physique. His limbs are slender and thin, comfortable to move and swift when he does. Perhaps this was the reason he is a good sprinter. He has a weight of 110 lbs, the perfect weight to move freely and swiftly. On the other hand, his stomach is packed with somewhat developed muscles, hard and flat. He has a slight difficulty in lifting heavy-weighted objects as he rarely does it. He relies on speed and swiftness more than strength. It was written all over his body, the pointed, short haircut that prevents bangs from blocking his vision and the grace in his movements.

If he was to choose the favorite thing about his body, it would be his eyes. The piercing, expressive, coffee-brown eyes that are clear enough to reflect any image it is seeing. His lips come in a close-second. A close-third are his soft palms that shows no signs of hard work, just life and love lines crisscrossing. He once pulled an attempt to study them and saw nothing but complex, curvy lines. When it comes to clothes, he wears items of clothing that are comfortable and doesn’t restraint him from running. Over-sized jackets are his favorite things to wear. He thinks of them as mini blankets, wrapping around his average body and making him feel smaller. Tune uses no accessories, thinking of them as nothing but useless things.

Personality:

You are the cheeriest kid I've seen in a while, Tune

He had always considered sadness as a crippling disease that is frequently crawling up his back and poisoning his happiness. But, Tune was a strong person. He never gives up without a true, intense fight. This feeling inside him was the top thing motivating him to counter against his depression. He usually fights it back with optimism and that included giving himself prep talks every morning to begin the day with positivity. However, even after a month of friendship with Tune, you could never see past the warm, joyful smile on his face. He uses it to cover the dwelling emptiness inside him. 

There were many causes of his depression. The Capitol. The Games. The violent peacekeepers. President Snow. The lack of money. The plagues. The lack of proper medical care. The lack of fine arts in schools. The districts. Panem. This cursed world. He had always felt like a caged bird. The fences of his district made him catastrophic, he dared not to imagine how much he would freak out if he was ever trapped inside a closed, tiny space.  And, Tune hated how this cage restricted him from exploring the world. He had always been a curious boy, always poking around things that he has no idea of, trying to try about things everyday just because the curiosity to know. 

But, this doesn't mean he was not good at socializing or was shy with others. The smiles he put on his face everyday were accompanied by greetings as he grew. This birthed the extroverted side of him, chatty and comfortable with talking. The people of his district sometimes make him happy, just watching how they spend their lives do. It was normal and ordinary, which was dull but he enjoyed the dullness. It acted as a distraction against the side of him corrupted by sadness. 

Tune had always thought of his name as a metaphor for his talents and likes. Music was another thing that helps him through his depression. He would play, usually during midnight when everyone was sleeping. No matter how comfortable he was with people, he hides himself before opening his mouth and singing. He had always been afraid of the opinions of the others for his voice. He fears that if somebody made a mean comment, his self-esteem might be drained forever and he would never be able to sing again. 

History:

Music is what you make, Tune

Other: He is an open homosexual male