Post by BRYCE CAMERON ECKERT on Jul 18, 2013 9:40:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] BRYCE C. ECKERT 17 | HETEROSEXUAL | WAITER | HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT | JOSH HUTCHERSON PERSONALITY INDEPENDENT | OUTDOORSMAN | PERSUASIVE | ARTISTIC | INNOVATIVE Bryce’s life has been dominated by the death of his mother and his father’s broken heart. Ideally, his father’s grief shaped him into the human being that breathes, eats, and sleeps today. Despite the ups and downs, Bryce has always been able to tackle each day one at a time, thus keeping his head up. It’s all he can do. Bryce’s life has become one gigantic lie, so at times it’s difficult to tell whether he’s being genuine. He fears being caught as homeless, afraid of being sent to a foster center and being ripped away from the love of his life. Admittedly, Bryce used to feel guilty about lying to everyone, but he’s come to learn practice dulls the ache. In fact, his ability to lie has been transformed into one of his strongest skills. Bryce tends to be incredibly persuasive, too. After researching ethos, pathos, and logos, Bryce has all the major bases covered in terms of technique. About a year ago, Bryce’s dad disappeared and since then, he’s been on the streets. His means of survival are purely honest, for he’d never commit theft. Instead, he earns money painting various images. Some may argue he’s a romantic because he enjoys painting scenes of nature, and he’s impressed by the power behind the natural world. Painting was a hobby he picked up in an art class freshman year, and since then he’s been trying to expand his skill to sculpting, too. Unfortunately, his budget rarely can afford much more than food and clothing. That’s where his childhood escapades come in handy. Rather than spend excessive amounts of money, Bryce is more than willing to hunt for his own food and purify river water. The woods around the river also hold berries and such that he feasts upon in spring, summer, and early fall. Bryce avoids spending money on food in order to save up for items that will help him keep his story strong. Take clothes and painting materials, for instance. When Bryce isn’t fighting for his life, he’s an average teenage boy. He’s a senior at Brunswick High School, another face in the hallways. No one would expect Bryce to be a homeless boy, especially because he’s so outgoing and willing to participate in his school. His humor is well-known in the small school, too. Most of all, Bryce’s famous for his relationship with the girl he’s been dating since freshman year. The “lover” trait was passed down from his father, apparently, because Bryce regards her as his world. He’s not a huge romantic. After all, he’s not made of money, but he’s not afraid of giving out random candies and kissing her forehead to show his affection, either. Bryce doesn’t know what she’d do without her, really. Maybe his reliance on his father has made him that way. Bryce often denies his intelligence, but the kid is fairly bright. Because he prefers his train to the house his father has paid off, Bryce has light timers in his bedroom and kitchen. During the summer and spring, he’ll also trim the hedges, water and mow the lawn, and shovel the snow in order to look like its constantly used. Living on the outskirts of town definitely helps. The lack of neighbors helps reduce questions he’s not willing to answer. Bryce is also great with mechanics, so he’s constantly fixing random gadgets, even if it’s as simple as slapping some duct tape around the sides. Overall, Bryce is smart, independent, handy, adventurous, and somewhat romantic. He’d be a great friend if someone wants to be, and he’s an evenly-matched foe if the tables turn that way, too. HISTORY DEATH OF MOTHER | FATHER'S ABANDONMENT | FINDING THE TRAIN Mary and Weston Eckert had the perfect wedding, a perfect honeymoon, and an even more delightful pregnancy to top off the cake. They were college sweethearts, a culinary degree for Weston, a business degree for Mary. Ideally, their dreams consisted of running their own restaurant together, one they could proudly pass onto their children. Unfortunately, the Eckerts never had a chance. Mary Eckert was a healthy twenty year old woman, received constant advice from her doctors, and maintained a well-balanced diet. Eight months into her pregnancy with Bryce, she was admitted to a hospital for a minor placental tear, complaining about a headache. The doctor gave her narcotics to ease the ache in her head, and within an hour, she was pronounced dead due to an unexpected, unexplainable stroke. Bryce was saved in an emergency C-section, born premature but stable nonetheless. Weston took his wife’s death poorly. Coming into the doctor’s office wasn’t supposed to end like it had. Her death had completely blindsided him, and it’s very possible that without Bryce to care for he would have turned a gun onto himself. Alas, the baby boy was all Weston had of his dear, sweet wife. Nurturing him on his own was next to impossible, so various family members flocked to his aid. His mom, Mary’s mom, Mary’s sister, and Weston’s sister-in-law were all very helpful. They ensured Bryce was awakened, fed, and put to bed when all Weston felt capable of doing was crying. Eventually he was able to function, though months were needed before he was able to say his wife’s name without breaking down. Bryce possessed Mary’s eyes—deep, dark, and chocolate. Needless to say, Bryce’s childhood was vastly different than his peers’. Weston wound up being the excellent father Mary always knew he’d be, but the ache of losing his wife so soon never stopped throbbing. Seeing the same facial expressions materializing on Bryce’s face never failed to make Weston’s breath catch in his throat. The love Weston possessed for his late wife was too pungent to overcome, so he often participated in activities he felt closest to her. Weston took Bryce camping multiple times each Summer and every spring break. Hiking was another favorite pastime between father and son, a hobby that could be practiced year-round if the sun permitted. Hitting the trails was the only connection Bryce felt with his father because Weston’s mind tended to focus on work. Otherwise he’d linger on Mary, and everyone knew Mary was the last thought that should be on his mind and heart. At the age of ten, their inevitable division became more pronounced. Weston had gone into the culinary track like he’d planned to all along, but the possibility of running his own restaurant died with Mary. His daring taste created dishes that people worldwide could enjoy, and before Bryce couldn’t understand what the future held for him, his father was taking trips once a month, sometimes more. Staying with neighbors mostly, Bryce learned to become independent and adopted a courteous policy toward his elders. Acting like a brat to someone who offered their home to him was unacceptable, and Bryce made certain to respect their hospitality with the greatest care. Weston’s time to spend with Bryce gradually dwindled, their annual camping trips no longer existed, and work became the only topic Weston and Bryce could discuss at length. Truthfully, Weston didn’t care about anything else, so Bryce wasn’t necessarily surprised when Weston never came home from a business trip ever again. As a practical boy, Bryce worried about his father’s safety first. What if he was in a car accident? What if he died? All of these questions plagued his mind, especially because weeks passed and he hadn’t received so much as a call from his dad. To avoid the questions Bryce knew would come, he began planning out a detailed game plan. Athleticism wasn’t his sector—art was his drug of choice—but Weston had taken him to enough games to know how to strategize a plan. He was a bright kid, too. At sixteen years old, he knew no couple in their right mind would adopt him if he went into foster care, so he didn’t. Waiting for Weston to come home was too painful for Bryce, so he decided early on that Weston didn’t want to be in his life anymore. He forced himself to accept that. When people around town asked him how his father was, Bryce merely smiled and replied, “Busy as ever.” Hey, it wasn’t a complete lie. Other times he’d confess his father was on a business trip, which was a tactic he used sparingly. No one was out of town twenty-four/seven. Each move Bryce made was guarded and thought through. The house’s bills had been miraculously paid off with every passing month. For a couple months, Bryce lived in the house alone, but an increasing pit of loneliness drove him to take shelter elsewhere. Where did he go? His girlfriend’s house. Much like Weston, Bryce was someone who loved forever. He began dating his girlfriend when he was a freshman in high school. They had the same art class together, and he had taken a particular interest in her innocence. Apparently, her parents had forced her into homeschooling her entire lifetime before loosening the reigns. Bryce couldn’t find anyone with a childhood any different than his, so he kept her close. Falling for her was so natural that he didn’t understand what he was doing. His girlfriend really was his first love. By the time Weston had gone onto a new life in God knows where, Bryce had fallen in love with his girlfriend entirely. Agreeing to stay at her house was the easiest decision he had ever made as well as his most reckless. Bryce hadn’t been sneaking into her bedroom window for more than two months before he’d accidentally fell asleep in her bed with her, compromising their entire set-up at the fault of some tired, groggy eyes. Rather than banning their daughter from seeing him anymore, Bryce’s girlfriend was only allowed to see Bryce under their supervision. In order to keep his father’s disappearance under wraps, Bryce accepted their terms and went on his way without a single peep out of him. Being caught had already scared him to death, and his girlfriend’s mother insisting to talk to his parents only made the situation worse. Bryce hardly goes around the house anymore. Now he and his girlfriend have a new place to stay—the train. Bryce had seen the abandoned storage car on a few trips with his father, but the lack of outdoor activity had prodded him to forget its existence. Stumbling upon it accidentally a few weeks after his girlfriend’s parent’s kicked him out was a gift, really. Before long he was stuffing the place with a lantern, food, a sleeping bag, and various other necessities he needed to survive. The only time Bryce bothered to go back to his house was during especially cold nights, to shower, and gathering clothes. All his other resources come from the earth, wildlife, and sometimes, the local art gallery. Each day is one day closer to the day he can legally come out of hiding and make a name for himself… Buy an apartment for he and his girlfriend. After all the heartache in his life, she’s the only one who matters anymore. Truth be told, he fully intends to marry her. BEHIND THE MASK CHAR | 00 | PACIFIC | U KNO | PLS REFER TO THY SHIPPING PAGE #TEAMHUNGERGAMES, BIZZLE. |
