Post by Peeta Mellark on Dec 23, 2012 0:29:08 GMT -5
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Character name: Peeta Ryan Mellark
Age: Sixteen
District: Twelve
Occupation: Baker
Height & Weight: 5'8"& 160 lbs
Play by: Josh Hutcherson
Physical Description: Peeta is average height at five feet and eight inches. He's not the tallest boy in district Twelve but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscle. Since he hauls around heavy flour bags most days into the bakery, he has grown up to have a stocky build. (Think of a wrestler) Peeta has ashy blonde hair that is always messed up. It seems no matter how much he tries to sooth it down, his longish locks do what they want. Some people say that his hair falls in waves over his head but Peeta just sees it as messed up bed head. The youngest Mellark has the brightest blue eyes that District Twelve has ever seen. Some girls of the District find them quite mesmerizing to stare in to. His skin tone isn't tanned like most people of his District due to he spends most of his days inside the bakery. He's not pale as a ghost either but has enough coloring to him so he at least looks some what normal compared to others.
Personality: This boy is the sweetest and most caring person in District Twelve. For being a merchant’s son you’d think he’d be more of a snotty brat. Thankfully his father never acted like that, Peeta being so close with him never ended up that way. Can’t say too much about that for his mother who thinks she is above most of the people in town. Peeta can always talk him self out of any trouble he gets in to. Mostly he just owns up to bad things he has done which is rare usually he’s a good boy. Or he will just get in trouble for someone else thinking that it’s better him than them. Honestly this kid has the biggest heart you’ll ever see probably any where in Panem.
Peeta has been abused since the age of five and has many trust issues. Not saying that he’s a wimp and will get beat up on with out a fight. He’s a big guy for only sixteen, not that he’s fat or overly tall. But he does have muscle that can pack one hell of a punch although he’d rather settle things civilly if possible. With his trust issues that goes from people raising their hands quickly he will flinch to his mind saying 'no one could ever love you.' Peeta has had his mothers harping voice trapped in his mind for as long as he could remember; he’s also reminded on a daily basis from her also. It’s hard for the youngest Mellark to just turn her words off since he’s been listening to them since a young age.
Painting is the only way for Peeta to escape from himself. He loves how much he can just get out. Sometimes the rage that finds it’s way to the tip of his paintbrush scares him. His canvass is the only place he can tell his story with out anyone thinking ill of him. Because even though he’s been roughed up a bit, he could be living in the Seam. Peeta also knows how stupid it is to think he has it all that hard, food in his belly every night and a place to sleep seems like an easy place to be in life. Even though he has accepted he has nothing to complain about it’s still nice for him to let out his anger. Peeta often goes out by the fence and paints a world outside of his own. At times he paints him self never being able to get out of District Twelve even if it’s just for stroll on the other side.
Internal Conflicts: That one day he will turn in to the monster his mother is trying to make him. He fights everyday to keep his true nature of being caring, sweet and loving. But it's hard when his mother has drilled her voice in to his brain since the age of five that he's worthless, no one could love him and would be better off dead.
Peeta's afraid that if he gets picked to be in the games that he will change for the worse. That the capitol will win and make him kill other innocent kids. He doesn't want the capitol have that kind of power over him, if he did die in the games he'd still want to be himself not a killing drone they made him up to be.
Strengths:
- Blessed with a silver tongue (can get him self out of situations or can speak so eloquantly that people tend to agree/listen to what he has to say).
- Physically strong
- Painter (if he does get picked to be thrown in to the games, he will know how to mix certain natural plants and oils together and can camouflage him self easily)
- Baker (can make the most beautiful cakes, that some of the people like to just gander at)
-Empathetic (Peeta can sympathize with anyone no matter what the problem. He loves to help out others when he can because one day he might need help)
Weaknesses:
- Losing his father (This would literally break Peeta. His father is the closest person to him. From when he was a young boy his father took Peeta under his wing. Giving little bits and pieces of advice and fatherly love Peeta desperately deserves)
- Wears his heart on his sleeve (whether it's protecting someone who can't do it for them selves, even if it means he gets hurt or worse killed... to loving someone with every fiber of his being.)
- Sometimes Peeta tries to dig to hard to find the good in everyone. This is naturally a good thing but in Panem you could get taken advantage of, especially in the games.
- Stuck in his own shadow (For being such a charmer when he talks, to his bright aura that surrounds him letting someone in is emotionally terrifying. He wants to be able to trust someone fully besides his father but there has been so much damage from years of abuse. It seems the light at the end of the tunnel will never show)
Fears:
- Being reaped
- The capitol changing who he is
- His mother beating him to death (won't hit her back he's learned to become numb when she gets abusive.)
- Dying in the games and no one even caring
-Never being able to receive love or give it
Anything Else: None
History: Peeta was born to the Mellark’s in a warmer season. Probably around June if the people of District Twelve had calendars to look at instead of just counting on the seasons. He was the youngest boy of the family with two older brothers before him. Peeta was also lucky because his parents are Merchants just meaning they’re more wealthy than those who are miners, owning a family Bakery. His father doted on the boy more than his mother, although both were happy to have a healthy boy. His brothers of course getting on and off jealous but what sibling doesn’t when a new baby is born? The most unique thing about Peeta is his striking blue eyes. Whenever he was taken out of the house they mesmerized most people. They looked just like his fathers in everyway having a cool and calming effect over anyone who gazed upon them.
When the young boy finally started walking he’d find himself roaming around the bakery causing chaos. Of course he’d find the flour bags and play with it making a white mess in the kitchen. His mother would fuss over him getting the place dirty and quickly take him down the hall in to the main house that was connected to the bakery. Peeta was a very energetic always on the move never staying in just once place. Often he found hide and seek amusing although at the time he was just exploring. His mother was proud over her son she could tell he was going to grow up just fine. Or at least that’s what she assumed but more on that in his later years. When ever Peeta’s father was done in the bakery he would make a bee line to him. It seemed even at a young age Peeta had a special place in his heart just for his father. On occasion this would drive his mother mad wanting Peeta to love her more as any mother would.
At age five Peeta started going to school his father taking him on his first day. The young lad was nervous but his father tried to calm him down saying everything would be ok. Still looking nervous his dad points out a little girl with her father. His own father telling him a story about how he wanted to marry her mother. Peeta was confused and asked why her mother wouldn’t want to marry his father. The older man chuckled and said that because the man she did marry when he sang all the birds in the district stopped to listen. Once in class Peeta seemed to socialize very well with everyone. It was here that everyone could tell he was a charmer whether he knew it or not. Once in music class Peeta had his nerves jump up once again. He wasn’t a very good singer he once tried out a melody and his mother told him to quiet down. It was then the teacher asked who knew the Valley song. Shying away some kids looked around and he notice a girls hand shoot up right away. Looking at her he noticed she had braids in her hair. Her eyes looked grey almost silver they were captivating. Of course at this point in time he had no idea what a crush was. Yet something inside of him he knew that he liked her more than he could describe. As she sang the song solo Peeta understood what his father had told him earlier. Because as she stood up and sang the whole class went silent listening to her beautiful voice.
When he made his journey home with his father all he could do was talk about Katniss. His father tried to tell him to not speak of it around his mother but the five year old didn’t quite understand as to why? Upon arriving home his father set off to work in the bakery and young Peeta told his mother about the girl. She listened as if she didn’t quite care preparing dinner but as he told her the name of the girl her eyes lit with fire. Earning him a smack across the face and a couple choice words. This was the first time his mother had ever hit him before. Peeta being so young didn’t understand why she did it. It was around this time that the beatings began for what seemed no reason. At that point in time he didn’t connect two and two together. She’d often tell him he was a stupid child and that Katniss was garbage and way below him. That they were merchant people and to never socialize with the people from the seam. Of course at that age social class doesn’t matter so he was confused on the difference between people.
As the years went on he always watched Katniss from afar but never made the journey up to her to say hello. His mother constantly beat him if he did one single thing wrong. He’d always have to lie to his father saying he tripped, fell or was being bullied at school. Of course this was all a lie but on the other hand it was much better than saying his own mother was doing it. In his father’s eyes he loved his wife and couldn’t see her doing such things. Also his mother told him over and over that if he told anyone he would be in more trouble that he usually gets in. So he never uttered a word to anyone making sure that this secret was going to go with him to the grave. He didn’t even know if his brothers got beat, when his mother made her move of abuse she’d always make sure no one else was around. He tried his hardest to dislike Katniss putting evil thoughts in to his head. Yet it just didn’t work he was too nice of a person to hate anyone with out a valid reason.
Now at the age of sixteen Peeta was a strikingly good looking young man. Working in the bakery as an apprentice although he enjoys working there. The smell was always wonderful and to see the look on costumers faces were priceless to him. A while back he had burned bread on purpose seeing Katniss sitting out side in the cold rain. He knew why, it was because her father had died in a mine explosion. She seemed so scared which was not a face Peeta had seen on her ever before. So he burned the bread getting a swift smack on his face from a rolling pin his mother gave him. With her telling him to feed it to the pigs and that she might make him sleep in the slop as well for being so careless and stupid. Instead he waited till she made her way back inside before throwing some bread to the pigs then the rest of the loaves to Katniss. It was Peeta's curse being to nice, doing good deeds even if no one asked for help. Giving her one look as if to say take them. Then he walked back in to the bakery never taking another look back to see if she actually accepted them.
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OOC Name: Shannon
Age: 21
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Sample IC post:
Peeta woke up a start he could hear yelling down stairs his mothers voice ringing up to his room. Glancing out his open window he could see the sun coming up over the horizon. He let him self lay in bed for a couple more minutes enjoying the world outside. Imaging how different things could be if he was in a different world. Getting up from his laying down position he swung both legs over the side of the bed. Slowly pushing up so he’d get out for good or else he might spend all day in bed, it was tempting.
Throwing on a white shirt he made his way down the hall. The bathroom was modest and the showers were cold but something he was used too. Although today he skipped his shower looking at his wavy hair being difficult once again. Pushing his ashy blonde hair out of his face, blue eyes gazing back. After brushing his teeth and trying to get his hair to cooperate he stepped out of the bathroom back in to his room closing the door. Pulling some pants on he took in a deep breath. His face still hurt from his mother hitting him last week. Gingerly touching the spot on his face that was now back to his normal skin color.
Walking down the stairs he grabbed a roll that was warm. He figured freshly baked sometime in the earlier morning. Glancing around he didn’t see anyone and figured they were off at the bakery or else where. It was Saturday so it was either one of the two no school. He had the weekend off which was a big deal since he worked most of the time before he went to school and right after. He went in to the bakery to peek inside but decided to veer off to the back of the shop and exit. Once out side he took in a deep breath he could hear District Twelve all ready buzzing.
Walking around he found him self in the square looking at the justice building. His heart sank a bit knowing that soon enough the hunger games would begin and his name would be put in the crystal ball. With his luck his name would be drawn and he’d be shipped off to die. His mother probably not caring and his father not being able to do a single thing. He wouldn’t blame his brothers if they didn’t step up to take his place he was worthless just like his mother always said.
It seemed like he stood there for hours looking at the place. Thinking of all the people who went off to the games before him never returning to there families. Well except for Haymitch the town drunk. He wondered if it was before or after the games he found his title. If he did go off and come back he wondered how much everyone in the capitol would try and change him. Deciding right then and there they would never be able too. He’d still be Peeta down to his core even if it got him killed. A small smile escaped his lips as his thoughts roamed.
Finally forcing him self to walk away he made his way down in to the seam. Most people gave him strange looks; his clothes stuck out like a sore thumb. Pushing to go faster he made his way to the destination that he was aiming for. Looking at the fence his heart sank a bit until he looked past it. The world was so beautiful if only he had the chance to see it. Getting close to the wires he didn’t hear the buzzing, yet didn’t dare go outside. Just gazing at the beautiful forest that was before him, that he could never touch.
Character name: Peeta Ryan Mellark
Age: Sixteen
District: Twelve
Occupation: Baker
Height & Weight: 5'8"& 160 lbs
Play by: Josh Hutcherson
Physical Description: Peeta is average height at five feet and eight inches. He's not the tallest boy in district Twelve but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscle. Since he hauls around heavy flour bags most days into the bakery, he has grown up to have a stocky build. (Think of a wrestler) Peeta has ashy blonde hair that is always messed up. It seems no matter how much he tries to sooth it down, his longish locks do what they want. Some people say that his hair falls in waves over his head but Peeta just sees it as messed up bed head. The youngest Mellark has the brightest blue eyes that District Twelve has ever seen. Some girls of the District find them quite mesmerizing to stare in to. His skin tone isn't tanned like most people of his District due to he spends most of his days inside the bakery. He's not pale as a ghost either but has enough coloring to him so he at least looks some what normal compared to others.
Personality: This boy is the sweetest and most caring person in District Twelve. For being a merchant’s son you’d think he’d be more of a snotty brat. Thankfully his father never acted like that, Peeta being so close with him never ended up that way. Can’t say too much about that for his mother who thinks she is above most of the people in town. Peeta can always talk him self out of any trouble he gets in to. Mostly he just owns up to bad things he has done which is rare usually he’s a good boy. Or he will just get in trouble for someone else thinking that it’s better him than them. Honestly this kid has the biggest heart you’ll ever see probably any where in Panem.
Peeta has been abused since the age of five and has many trust issues. Not saying that he’s a wimp and will get beat up on with out a fight. He’s a big guy for only sixteen, not that he’s fat or overly tall. But he does have muscle that can pack one hell of a punch although he’d rather settle things civilly if possible. With his trust issues that goes from people raising their hands quickly he will flinch to his mind saying 'no one could ever love you.' Peeta has had his mothers harping voice trapped in his mind for as long as he could remember; he’s also reminded on a daily basis from her also. It’s hard for the youngest Mellark to just turn her words off since he’s been listening to them since a young age.
Painting is the only way for Peeta to escape from himself. He loves how much he can just get out. Sometimes the rage that finds it’s way to the tip of his paintbrush scares him. His canvass is the only place he can tell his story with out anyone thinking ill of him. Because even though he’s been roughed up a bit, he could be living in the Seam. Peeta also knows how stupid it is to think he has it all that hard, food in his belly every night and a place to sleep seems like an easy place to be in life. Even though he has accepted he has nothing to complain about it’s still nice for him to let out his anger. Peeta often goes out by the fence and paints a world outside of his own. At times he paints him self never being able to get out of District Twelve even if it’s just for stroll on the other side.
Internal Conflicts: That one day he will turn in to the monster his mother is trying to make him. He fights everyday to keep his true nature of being caring, sweet and loving. But it's hard when his mother has drilled her voice in to his brain since the age of five that he's worthless, no one could love him and would be better off dead.
Peeta's afraid that if he gets picked to be in the games that he will change for the worse. That the capitol will win and make him kill other innocent kids. He doesn't want the capitol have that kind of power over him, if he did die in the games he'd still want to be himself not a killing drone they made him up to be.
Strengths:
- Blessed with a silver tongue (can get him self out of situations or can speak so eloquantly that people tend to agree/listen to what he has to say).
- Physically strong
- Painter (if he does get picked to be thrown in to the games, he will know how to mix certain natural plants and oils together and can camouflage him self easily)
- Baker (can make the most beautiful cakes, that some of the people like to just gander at)
-Empathetic (Peeta can sympathize with anyone no matter what the problem. He loves to help out others when he can because one day he might need help)
Weaknesses:
- Losing his father (This would literally break Peeta. His father is the closest person to him. From when he was a young boy his father took Peeta under his wing. Giving little bits and pieces of advice and fatherly love Peeta desperately deserves)
- Wears his heart on his sleeve (whether it's protecting someone who can't do it for them selves, even if it means he gets hurt or worse killed... to loving someone with every fiber of his being.)
- Sometimes Peeta tries to dig to hard to find the good in everyone. This is naturally a good thing but in Panem you could get taken advantage of, especially in the games.
- Stuck in his own shadow (For being such a charmer when he talks, to his bright aura that surrounds him letting someone in is emotionally terrifying. He wants to be able to trust someone fully besides his father but there has been so much damage from years of abuse. It seems the light at the end of the tunnel will never show)
Fears:
- Being reaped
- The capitol changing who he is
- His mother beating him to death (won't hit her back he's learned to become numb when she gets abusive.)
- Dying in the games and no one even caring
-Never being able to receive love or give it
Anything Else: None
History: Peeta was born to the Mellark’s in a warmer season. Probably around June if the people of District Twelve had calendars to look at instead of just counting on the seasons. He was the youngest boy of the family with two older brothers before him. Peeta was also lucky because his parents are Merchants just meaning they’re more wealthy than those who are miners, owning a family Bakery. His father doted on the boy more than his mother, although both were happy to have a healthy boy. His brothers of course getting on and off jealous but what sibling doesn’t when a new baby is born? The most unique thing about Peeta is his striking blue eyes. Whenever he was taken out of the house they mesmerized most people. They looked just like his fathers in everyway having a cool and calming effect over anyone who gazed upon them.
When the young boy finally started walking he’d find himself roaming around the bakery causing chaos. Of course he’d find the flour bags and play with it making a white mess in the kitchen. His mother would fuss over him getting the place dirty and quickly take him down the hall in to the main house that was connected to the bakery. Peeta was a very energetic always on the move never staying in just once place. Often he found hide and seek amusing although at the time he was just exploring. His mother was proud over her son she could tell he was going to grow up just fine. Or at least that’s what she assumed but more on that in his later years. When ever Peeta’s father was done in the bakery he would make a bee line to him. It seemed even at a young age Peeta had a special place in his heart just for his father. On occasion this would drive his mother mad wanting Peeta to love her more as any mother would.
At age five Peeta started going to school his father taking him on his first day. The young lad was nervous but his father tried to calm him down saying everything would be ok. Still looking nervous his dad points out a little girl with her father. His own father telling him a story about how he wanted to marry her mother. Peeta was confused and asked why her mother wouldn’t want to marry his father. The older man chuckled and said that because the man she did marry when he sang all the birds in the district stopped to listen. Once in class Peeta seemed to socialize very well with everyone. It was here that everyone could tell he was a charmer whether he knew it or not. Once in music class Peeta had his nerves jump up once again. He wasn’t a very good singer he once tried out a melody and his mother told him to quiet down. It was then the teacher asked who knew the Valley song. Shying away some kids looked around and he notice a girls hand shoot up right away. Looking at her he noticed she had braids in her hair. Her eyes looked grey almost silver they were captivating. Of course at this point in time he had no idea what a crush was. Yet something inside of him he knew that he liked her more than he could describe. As she sang the song solo Peeta understood what his father had told him earlier. Because as she stood up and sang the whole class went silent listening to her beautiful voice.
When he made his journey home with his father all he could do was talk about Katniss. His father tried to tell him to not speak of it around his mother but the five year old didn’t quite understand as to why? Upon arriving home his father set off to work in the bakery and young Peeta told his mother about the girl. She listened as if she didn’t quite care preparing dinner but as he told her the name of the girl her eyes lit with fire. Earning him a smack across the face and a couple choice words. This was the first time his mother had ever hit him before. Peeta being so young didn’t understand why she did it. It was around this time that the beatings began for what seemed no reason. At that point in time he didn’t connect two and two together. She’d often tell him he was a stupid child and that Katniss was garbage and way below him. That they were merchant people and to never socialize with the people from the seam. Of course at that age social class doesn’t matter so he was confused on the difference between people.
As the years went on he always watched Katniss from afar but never made the journey up to her to say hello. His mother constantly beat him if he did one single thing wrong. He’d always have to lie to his father saying he tripped, fell or was being bullied at school. Of course this was all a lie but on the other hand it was much better than saying his own mother was doing it. In his father’s eyes he loved his wife and couldn’t see her doing such things. Also his mother told him over and over that if he told anyone he would be in more trouble that he usually gets in. So he never uttered a word to anyone making sure that this secret was going to go with him to the grave. He didn’t even know if his brothers got beat, when his mother made her move of abuse she’d always make sure no one else was around. He tried his hardest to dislike Katniss putting evil thoughts in to his head. Yet it just didn’t work he was too nice of a person to hate anyone with out a valid reason.
Now at the age of sixteen Peeta was a strikingly good looking young man. Working in the bakery as an apprentice although he enjoys working there. The smell was always wonderful and to see the look on costumers faces were priceless to him. A while back he had burned bread on purpose seeing Katniss sitting out side in the cold rain. He knew why, it was because her father had died in a mine explosion. She seemed so scared which was not a face Peeta had seen on her ever before. So he burned the bread getting a swift smack on his face from a rolling pin his mother gave him. With her telling him to feed it to the pigs and that she might make him sleep in the slop as well for being so careless and stupid. Instead he waited till she made her way back inside before throwing some bread to the pigs then the rest of the loaves to Katniss. It was Peeta's curse being to nice, doing good deeds even if no one asked for help. Giving her one look as if to say take them. Then he walked back in to the bakery never taking another look back to see if she actually accepted them.
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OOC Name: Shannon
Age: 21
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Sample IC post:
Peeta woke up a start he could hear yelling down stairs his mothers voice ringing up to his room. Glancing out his open window he could see the sun coming up over the horizon. He let him self lay in bed for a couple more minutes enjoying the world outside. Imaging how different things could be if he was in a different world. Getting up from his laying down position he swung both legs over the side of the bed. Slowly pushing up so he’d get out for good or else he might spend all day in bed, it was tempting.
Throwing on a white shirt he made his way down the hall. The bathroom was modest and the showers were cold but something he was used too. Although today he skipped his shower looking at his wavy hair being difficult once again. Pushing his ashy blonde hair out of his face, blue eyes gazing back. After brushing his teeth and trying to get his hair to cooperate he stepped out of the bathroom back in to his room closing the door. Pulling some pants on he took in a deep breath. His face still hurt from his mother hitting him last week. Gingerly touching the spot on his face that was now back to his normal skin color.
Walking down the stairs he grabbed a roll that was warm. He figured freshly baked sometime in the earlier morning. Glancing around he didn’t see anyone and figured they were off at the bakery or else where. It was Saturday so it was either one of the two no school. He had the weekend off which was a big deal since he worked most of the time before he went to school and right after. He went in to the bakery to peek inside but decided to veer off to the back of the shop and exit. Once out side he took in a deep breath he could hear District Twelve all ready buzzing.
Walking around he found him self in the square looking at the justice building. His heart sank a bit knowing that soon enough the hunger games would begin and his name would be put in the crystal ball. With his luck his name would be drawn and he’d be shipped off to die. His mother probably not caring and his father not being able to do a single thing. He wouldn’t blame his brothers if they didn’t step up to take his place he was worthless just like his mother always said.
It seemed like he stood there for hours looking at the place. Thinking of all the people who went off to the games before him never returning to there families. Well except for Haymitch the town drunk. He wondered if it was before or after the games he found his title. If he did go off and come back he wondered how much everyone in the capitol would try and change him. Deciding right then and there they would never be able too. He’d still be Peeta down to his core even if it got him killed. A small smile escaped his lips as his thoughts roamed.
Finally forcing him self to walk away he made his way down in to the seam. Most people gave him strange looks; his clothes stuck out like a sore thumb. Pushing to go faster he made his way to the destination that he was aiming for. Looking at the fence his heart sank a bit until he looked past it. The world was so beautiful if only he had the chance to see it. Getting close to the wires he didn’t hear the buzzing, yet didn’t dare go outside. Just gazing at the beautiful forest that was before him, that he could never touch.
