Post by Arrow on Aug 16, 2017 15:42:25 GMT -8
I never forget a face
As a kid you read stories about people with astronomical abilities, people with powers to protect and alter reality at their will. In the stories these people were called super heroes, heroes who truly played all the roles of judge, jury, and executioner. I used to be blinded by false photographs and childhood confusion. When the world wept and blood bursted against a screen showering the nation in more hellish hurt, I was the pitiful person of only six years old who said Superman would save us. When my Uncle was robbed and then burnt alive I still said with eyes stupidly shining, The Flash will stop the bad guys next time. I was so brutally blind as a child I could never comprehend the terrible tragedies that simply are the lives which we all live. I realized the tarnished truth when I was ten years old, there were no superheroes to come and save us from the slaughter of the Capitol, we were alone. I vowed that day to never let myself be fooled by the false fervor of the nation President Snow has constructed, and since that very day I've lived up to every inch of my vow. I became what my District needed.
Physically it took me until I was sixteen to train up enough muscle and power to become not only the fastest but strongest person I know. Emotionally I was ready at ten to become what I had always idolized, but my intellect taught me better than to be rash and to get myself killed. When I finely felt ready I put into place all the final pieces of my particular puzzle. Snow white covered every corner of my skin from head to toe only leaving my sheer blue eyes and large lips exposed to sight. There was, and well is, one other aspect which draws a lot of attention, the large blue eyes on the heart of my chest made to match those of my own human existence. After the suit everything else I had already designed, a grappling gun, smoke grenades, flash grenades, shock bullets for a shock gun, and I already had my photographic memory to aid me. It was on that night I became known as White Watcher, not superhero, but District Five's own resident vigilante. I became a force for good, I used my physique, my master mind, and my impenetrable memory to hunt down any threats to the people of my suffering district, even the Capitol's arms in this district are under my eternal watch for any errors. I never forget a face, especially if they've done something to make others suffer sorrowfully.
Many wonder how I manage to avoid capture, to admit there have been many times the Capitol or an enemy I've faced has almost defeated me. Aside from these moments I think the Capitol realizes I get more of their Sentinels jobs done than they could ever do so they allow me to run somewhat free, still I'm certain catching me would give quite the hefty reward consider the bounty always building on my head. I also have a sickass hide out as my base of operations. I realized when I first began my mission that the city wasn't safe to be stationed directly within, so, I moved into an abandoned storage cellar just beyond the district fence, luckily its normally powered off. As for my actual identity well, Aris Wicker is a quiet boy who loves photography and writes on his school's newspaper as lead editor. He lives with his parents and two younger siblings a pretty normal life, what can I say some things really are just highly stereotypical. My actual looks aren't though, snow white hair piercing blue eyes with snow white skin. If I didn't seem so much not like my alter ego I'm sure I'd be screwed already, thankfully the Capitol thinks its someone in their twenties and not some eighteen year old kid. I just hope for my family's sake it stays that way.
Physically it took me until I was sixteen to train up enough muscle and power to become not only the fastest but strongest person I know. Emotionally I was ready at ten to become what I had always idolized, but my intellect taught me better than to be rash and to get myself killed. When I finely felt ready I put into place all the final pieces of my particular puzzle. Snow white covered every corner of my skin from head to toe only leaving my sheer blue eyes and large lips exposed to sight. There was, and well is, one other aspect which draws a lot of attention, the large blue eyes on the heart of my chest made to match those of my own human existence. After the suit everything else I had already designed, a grappling gun, smoke grenades, flash grenades, shock bullets for a shock gun, and I already had my photographic memory to aid me. It was on that night I became known as White Watcher, not superhero, but District Five's own resident vigilante. I became a force for good, I used my physique, my master mind, and my impenetrable memory to hunt down any threats to the people of my suffering district, even the Capitol's arms in this district are under my eternal watch for any errors. I never forget a face, especially if they've done something to make others suffer sorrowfully.
Many wonder how I manage to avoid capture, to admit there have been many times the Capitol or an enemy I've faced has almost defeated me. Aside from these moments I think the Capitol realizes I get more of their Sentinels jobs done than they could ever do so they allow me to run somewhat free, still I'm certain catching me would give quite the hefty reward consider the bounty always building on my head. I also have a sickass hide out as my base of operations. I realized when I first began my mission that the city wasn't safe to be stationed directly within, so, I moved into an abandoned storage cellar just beyond the district fence, luckily its normally powered off. As for my actual identity well, Aris Wicker is a quiet boy who loves photography and writes on his school's newspaper as lead editor. He lives with his parents and two younger siblings a pretty normal life, what can I say some things really are just highly stereotypical. My actual looks aren't though, snow white hair piercing blue eyes with snow white skin. If I didn't seem so much not like my alter ego I'm sure I'd be screwed already, thankfully the Capitol thinks its someone in their twenties and not some eighteen year old kid. I just hope for my family's sake it stays that way.
Nickname is Aris
18 years old
Male
18 years old
Male
