The Hunger Games-Roleplay discussion
Never Ending Arena
>
Tributes and Information

Age: Seventeen (17)
Gender: Female
District: 9, Grain
Appearance:

Personality: TBRP
History: Rae grew up in the grain farms, waking up to the sighing breeze and flowing waves of grain. She worked in the golden fields, happily playing with her older brother and sister. She enjoyed those days. At the age of 10, her brother, Lucas, was Reaped. He was 15. In the Games, he laste until the final four, where the two remaining Careers cornered him and beat him with their fists. Rae stopped watching. She was so sick of the Capitol and it's entertainment, she didn't watch any Games for the next few years. Rae's sister, Chrissy, was Reaped at the age of 15. When Rae was 13. Was it councidence or on purpose, who knows. That's when she began watching again. Chrissy was brutally murdered in the Bloodbath, too innocent and kind to fight back. The girl from District 1 stabbed Chrissy over and over, until she was nothing but a pulp, her brilliant blond hair stained red with blood. But Rae didn't stop watching this time. She wanted to see District 1's girl suffer death. But it never came. That brutal Career who killed Chrissy won the Hunger Games, became Victor. Rae was angry. She trained herself for 4 years, until the Reaping came and she was Reaped. She was going to volunteer the next year, when she was 18. But her time came early. One heck of a coincidence this is.
Family:
- Stacy Carson (Mother)
- Aaron Carson (Father)
- Lucas Carson (Brother, Deceased, would be 22)
- Chrissy Carson (Sister, Deceased, would be 19)
- Bianca Carson (Sister, 10)
Reaping: ... Maybe later.
Assets: Rae is quick and stealthy, silent and ready when she's on the hunt. She's smart, and knows her way. Send her in a cornmaze and tell her to get out, she'll go so far and turn around, an come out the starting point instead of the end point. She's fast and strong, and don't underestimate her because she is from an outer District. She hits hard.
District Token: http://m.weheartit.com/entry/53565164...
It was her sister's, Chrissy. But when she died, it was sent to Rae and she keeps it to remind her of Lucas and Chrissy, and it keeps her motivated in her training and fighting.
Other:

Age: Thirteen (13)
Gender: Female
District: 7, Lumber
Appearance:

Personality: TBRP
History: Nothing special.
Family:
- Vase Kommen (Mother)
- Guy Kommen (Father)
- Kate Kommen (Sister, 6)
Reaping: ... Maybe Later.
Assets: Iris is very quick and it's hard to beat her speed. She is good at hiding and climbing many terrains; trees, mountains, et cetera. She can easily trick many people into their death, if she really wanted.
District Token: None.
Other:

Age:12
Gender:Female
District:11
Appearance:

Personality:Belle is a sweet girl. She loves to help others and is completely selfless. She does have a dark side though, because of her history.
History: Mary Belle was born to her two parents Renae and Harris Summers. She was named Mary Belle, but as she grew up she would rather be called just Belle. When Belle was 7, her mother passed away from some unknown disease. After that, her father started taking his anger out on her. Since she was an only child and didn't have any friends, Belle didn't have anyone to lean on. Over the years she learned how to survive without anyone, since she had to find her own food because her father wouldn't give her any he had. Even through the beatings and torture Belle became selfless and brave and always thought of others over herself.
Their reaping:At Belle's reaping, a 15 year old girl in the district that had a mental sickness was reaped. Belle felt bad for this girl, so she volunteered. She was the first 12 year old ever to volunteer.
District token:

(view spoiler)
Other:["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

Age: 12
Gender: Female
District: 12, coal mining
Appearance: Ugh... No good picture. With olive skin, dark eyes and dark brown hair, Petal looks like an ordinary citizen of D12. If she was drenched in water, and you put her on a scale, she reached about 75 lbs. Her hair was curled and went down to her back. Her smile would light up the room. She`s about 4"9.
Personality: Her heart was to big to hurt a fly, but that changes the instant anyone she loves is in danger. She has learned from experience that life is cruel and short, so she is determined to win, for her mom. She thinks nothing of herself, years of taunting have made her believe that she is ugly dumb and worthless, though she is beautiful, smart and talented. She would help anyone, and is strong willed. She is soft spoken, that was forced on her by people around her. She is creative and resourceful, and good with crafts. She has a terrible time focusing.
History: Petal's Father left when she was 8, running off into the woods. Her heart of glass shattered. Her Mother gave birth a year before, a baby boy named Pine. Petal loved him, more than any other sister would. Starvation stole him away from her, when he was three. Her glass heart that she took two years putting back together, was now ragged shards of sorrow. Now her mother is ill, and the only way to cure her is to win. And nothing is going to stop her. This time, she is keeping her heart of glass.
Their reaping: "Petal White." Effie Trinket called out, fixing her neon green dress. Everyone stared in shocked silence as the girl in the white and pale pink dress slowly made her way up to the front. The adults murmured. They remembered her and her family, and she was twelve. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. "Petal?" A girl in a pale blue dress asked softly as she past. The girl walking up ignored her,
and walked up the stairs. She locked eyes with her mother, who was crying silently.
District token: A string with a uncut diamond the size of a quarter. It was a wedding gift to her mom from her dad, who had found it in the mines and hid it in his shoe. Her mom put it on her before she left. "Good luck, Petal. Win. Please."

Age: 14
Gender: Male
District: 11, agriculture.
Appearance: URG NO PICTURE! Seth is about 5'10, with cocoa bean skin. He has smooth hair up to his ears in length, that's darker then his skin. His eyes are a milky brown. He's about 100 lbs, and is really strong.
Personality: Seth is a huge prankster. He loves to laugh, and always finds the best of the situation. He tells jokes and speaks fluently in sarcasm. He doesn't give up, and he knows what to do under pressure.
Assets: ~He's super strong ~He's really fast ~He can climb ~He's a fast learner ~He understands things
History: Growing up in a poor district, with strict laws, Seth has gotten into trouble with the Peacekeepers more then once. Nothing dramatic happened in his 14 years of life, so this will be short. He grew up with an older brother and two younger siblings and his Mom. He never knew his dad, but didn't care to.
Their reaping: "Seth... Woton? Wotan?" Pearl Spark,in her creamy white gown, had some trouble with his name. "Seth Wotan." All eyes turned towards the boy. A couple peacekeepers laughed, a young girl cried out. The boy, Seth, strode up, a slight smirk on his face. "Hello." Pearl grinned, violet eyes sparkling in approvement. "Why hello, Seth. Normally we don't get that. Oh, well. Now for the ladies."
District token: His youngest sister, Aliana, ran into the room. "Seth, you gotta win! You gotta!" She insisted, tears flowing down her face. "I'll try." He promised, hugging her. "Here." Drew, his other sister, said, giving him a woven bracelet, made of straw. She was crying to. His mother and brother came in next,and they all had a group hug. "I'll try."

Age:17
District:1
Appearance: long, Straight, blonde hair, Ice blue eyes, and tan skin.
Personality: Shy, but when you get to know her she is outgoing and a really good friend. She is also single.
Strength: She is amazing with a bow and arrow. she's good with knives and swords and really good a running and climbing trees.

Name: Alexandre Evans
Age: 17
Gender: male
District: 10
Appearance: http://headshot-losangeles.com/wordpr...
Personality: In rp mostly. But is kind hearted, caring, selfless, and a hard worker.
History: Alexandre grew up in a family of eleven as the only child and one of three boys. The sister closest to his age(at sixteen) was born handicapped, unable to walk and mentally a three year old. They were a poor family, and with so many mouths to feed he had entered into the drawing many, many times. He was well liked by many people, and was a good hard worker. He even had the bonus of looking older than he really was, which in some strange way gave him a little extra status over the other boys looking for a small job. People would help him as much as they could by giving him the odd job here and there, but it was never much. Even with the bonus of looking older than he really was, which in some strange way gave him a little extra status over the other boys. Unfortunately nobody was very surprised that he had been picked. There had always been that lingering realization that his chances of getting selected were high.
Their reaping:
The call of "Alexandre Evans!" rang around the square. A few sympathetic murmurs wove through the crowd, dipping in volume as sobs echoed off the worn down buildings.
A buzzing filled Alexandre's head, his feet heavy like lead. His dry tongue flickered out in an attempt to moisten his lips as he stared numbly up at the stage, part of his mind wondering if this was a dream or reality.
A push by his friend sent him stumbling forward. Wind rushed by his ears, ruffling his hair and tugging on his thin jacket. Surprised at the shove, he whipped around and stared at his friend. Why? Why do that to him?
"I'll help them," His friend murmured, grief etched into his face even while relief sparked in his eyes. Unable to hold Alexandre's gaze he ducked his head, his brown locks slipping down to cover his eyes. "I'm sorry..."
Alexandre felt something latch onto his legs. Looking down he gazed into the hazel eyes of his four year old sister. They were red rimmed and teary, her little nose scrunched up and a frown taking over her face. "Don't go, 'xandre!"
The little child was pulled away gently by a peacekeeper and picked up by the man. "Come on hon, let's go find your mom." He carried her kicking and screaming through the crowd towards the sobbing figure of Alexandre's mother.
Distress was clear in Alexandre's eyes as he watched his sister be carried away. His eyes flickered away to scan the crowd as he searched for his other siblings. A few of them were trying to act brave, no sign of their pain showing put red rimmed eyes and red faces. The others though either didn't understand or were busy being comforted by their friends.
"Come along now, Alexandre." His gaze swung up to the stage as he pushed himself to go forward, his tread heavy as he walked towards his execution.
District token: A bracelet of hair spun and braided. It was given to him by his twelve year old sister as a way for him to have them with him as he went through his trials.
((I'm really running out of time, so these won't have near as much detail....))
Name: Marble Hammer
Age: 17
Gender: male
District: 2
Appearance: He has rusty brown hair, intense pale grey eyes, a golden tan and a light dusting of freckles. He is 6 foot 3 inches and solid muscle.
Personality: in rp
History: Career. Grew up training and was supported in his effort by his parents.
Reaping: Volunteered
District token: None, it was taken away.
Name: Maple Grave
Age: 14
Gender: male
District: 7
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, 5' 11", toned, typical teenage heartthrob.
Personality: in rp
History: in rp
Their reaping: might fill out later
District token: A small piece of petrified wood with his parents names engraved on the front.
Sorry they have so little detail. I might come and finish them up later, but if not I'll go into their characters more in the rp or they can be characters for killing off.

Name: Lily Dearborn
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 11
Appearance: Lily's light red hair falls in gentle waves halfway down her back. It is tousled, and never obedient. A few light freckles dot her pale complexion, focused mainly around her nose and cheeks. Her green eyes change depth depending on the weather. When it is warm, they become a pale, almost liquid looking green. When it is cold, they become darker and glassier. She has a slim, willowy build, standing at about five foot six, and 120 pounds, give or take.
Personality: Lily often puts herself after others. She cares deeply about people, and often views things from other perspectives. This does not, however, mean she is any less stubborn. She might see other points of view, and almost understand them, but maintains her own, even when she knows it's a losing battle. Still, she is fiercely loyal and passionate. She makes friends easily, and stands by them, as long as they stand by her.
History: Lily's life before the reaping was rather average. She went to school, and then worked in the apple orchards until sunset. Her family was neither rich nor poor, neither strict nor easygoing, neither cheerful or dismal. All was well, or it eventually would be at any rate. Lily was never rebellious. She followed the rules, and never got into trouble with her parents, her teachers, or the peacekeepers. She was, what one might call, a good girl. She had good friends, and good grades, and brought her family home a good, if small, amount of money from the orchards. Life was all well for the Dearborn family. Until Lily's father was diagnosed with lung cancer. At first, it seemed like it would all be fine, as always. He would get better... somehow. Everything always got better for the Dearborns. But this was an exception. Two months after being diagnosed, Mr. Dearborn passed away. Lily's mother fell into despair, while her older sister distanced herself from the family, and married the wealthy brother of the mayor, rarely associating with them. Lily told everyone she was fine, and eventually, people stopped asking if she was okay. The stopped whispering at school, and everything more or less went back to normal. Lily's mother came out of her stupor enough to support her daughter. Lily's older sister became a matter of 'out of sight, out of mind', and as for Lily, she hid her pain in front of everyone else just fine, but she couldn't hide from herself. It began with a box. She found it in her dad's desk drawer. Cigarettes. Her dad's favorite kind. He always pretended he'd quit, but the scent often lingered on him. Lily slept in his study with her blanket for the weeks following his death. On that particular night, she had been looking through his drawers for the billionth time when she no longer discarded the box. The room was cold, Lily always remembered clearly, and her hands shook slightly as she lifted the lit cigarette to her rosy pink lips. The first exhale made her cough and gag, but eventually, her fathers lingering scent filled the room, wrapping its comforting, smoky tendrils around her. After that, she bought new packs from the boys at school. It was nearly an addiction for a while, and then it wasn't. Lily smoked the cigarettes only when she missed her father the most.
Their reaping: The tattooed woman's nails clinked on the glass sides of the reaping bowl as she pulled out the small sheet of paper. There was a collective intake of breath, as terror hung over the audience, like a menacing fog. Click, click, The woman's heels echoed loudly against the old floor of the stage erected in the town square as she made her way back to the microphone. She was impossibly tall and stick thin, her platinum blonde hair styled into a beehive making her appear even taller. Gold tattoos swirled gracefully over the pale skin of her cheeks, highlighting her sharp cheekbones, angular face, and dark eyes. She wore tight black pants, along with a well-tailored, couture suit jacket. Her stilettos only added to the appearance of a slim giantess. She scanned the audience with her made-up eyes before opening her lips - black outlined in gold - and reading out in a clear voice; "Lily Dearborn."
Lily's ears were ringing, her heart was pounding, she could sense people moving around her, but her body had stopped functioning. She felt an arm on her shoulder. It was Marlene, a girl with a short, blonde pixie cut. Her eyes held sympathy, and something else. Determination? Hope?
"Go on, Lily," She whispered, "We believe in you."
A girl with shoulder length, auburn hair - Mary - nodded eagerly. Even, dark, harsh Donna smiled at Lily, and patted her shoulder reassuringly.
Steeling herself, Lily tried not to hear the broken sobs coming from her mother, whose hands, smothering her mouth, were doing nothing to stifle her cries. She tried not to think about how the woman who had raised her, who had lost so much, would lose one more thing. Really, the only family she had left. No, Lily only thought about being strong. Because it would only get harder.
District token: A pack of her dad's favorite cigarettes
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 11
Appearance: Lily's light red hair falls in gentle waves halfway down her back. It is tousled, and never obedient. A few light freckles dot her pale complexion, focused mainly around her nose and cheeks. Her green eyes change depth depending on the weather. When it is warm, they become a pale, almost liquid looking green. When it is cold, they become darker and glassier. She has a slim, willowy build, standing at about five foot six, and 120 pounds, give or take.
Personality: Lily often puts herself after others. She cares deeply about people, and often views things from other perspectives. This does not, however, mean she is any less stubborn. She might see other points of view, and almost understand them, but maintains her own, even when she knows it's a losing battle. Still, she is fiercely loyal and passionate. She makes friends easily, and stands by them, as long as they stand by her.
History: Lily's life before the reaping was rather average. She went to school, and then worked in the apple orchards until sunset. Her family was neither rich nor poor, neither strict nor easygoing, neither cheerful or dismal. All was well, or it eventually would be at any rate. Lily was never rebellious. She followed the rules, and never got into trouble with her parents, her teachers, or the peacekeepers. She was, what one might call, a good girl. She had good friends, and good grades, and brought her family home a good, if small, amount of money from the orchards. Life was all well for the Dearborn family. Until Lily's father was diagnosed with lung cancer. At first, it seemed like it would all be fine, as always. He would get better... somehow. Everything always got better for the Dearborns. But this was an exception. Two months after being diagnosed, Mr. Dearborn passed away. Lily's mother fell into despair, while her older sister distanced herself from the family, and married the wealthy brother of the mayor, rarely associating with them. Lily told everyone she was fine, and eventually, people stopped asking if she was okay. The stopped whispering at school, and everything more or less went back to normal. Lily's mother came out of her stupor enough to support her daughter. Lily's older sister became a matter of 'out of sight, out of mind', and as for Lily, she hid her pain in front of everyone else just fine, but she couldn't hide from herself. It began with a box. She found it in her dad's desk drawer. Cigarettes. Her dad's favorite kind. He always pretended he'd quit, but the scent often lingered on him. Lily slept in his study with her blanket for the weeks following his death. On that particular night, she had been looking through his drawers for the billionth time when she no longer discarded the box. The room was cold, Lily always remembered clearly, and her hands shook slightly as she lifted the lit cigarette to her rosy pink lips. The first exhale made her cough and gag, but eventually, her fathers lingering scent filled the room, wrapping its comforting, smoky tendrils around her. After that, she bought new packs from the boys at school. It was nearly an addiction for a while, and then it wasn't. Lily smoked the cigarettes only when she missed her father the most.
Their reaping: The tattooed woman's nails clinked on the glass sides of the reaping bowl as she pulled out the small sheet of paper. There was a collective intake of breath, as terror hung over the audience, like a menacing fog. Click, click, The woman's heels echoed loudly against the old floor of the stage erected in the town square as she made her way back to the microphone. She was impossibly tall and stick thin, her platinum blonde hair styled into a beehive making her appear even taller. Gold tattoos swirled gracefully over the pale skin of her cheeks, highlighting her sharp cheekbones, angular face, and dark eyes. She wore tight black pants, along with a well-tailored, couture suit jacket. Her stilettos only added to the appearance of a slim giantess. She scanned the audience with her made-up eyes before opening her lips - black outlined in gold - and reading out in a clear voice; "Lily Dearborn."
Lily's ears were ringing, her heart was pounding, she could sense people moving around her, but her body had stopped functioning. She felt an arm on her shoulder. It was Marlene, a girl with a short, blonde pixie cut. Her eyes held sympathy, and something else. Determination? Hope?
"Go on, Lily," She whispered, "We believe in you."
A girl with shoulder length, auburn hair - Mary - nodded eagerly. Even, dark, harsh Donna smiled at Lily, and patted her shoulder reassuringly.
Steeling herself, Lily tried not to hear the broken sobs coming from her mother, whose hands, smothering her mouth, were doing nothing to stifle her cries. She tried not to think about how the woman who had raised her, who had lost so much, would lose one more thing. Really, the only family she had left. No, Lily only thought about being strong. Because it would only get harder.
District token: A pack of her dad's favorite cigarettes

Age: Eighteen (18)
Gender: Male
District: 1, Luxury
Appearance: http://m.weheartit.com/entry/53616786...
Personality: TBRP
History: Jerome had been originally named Rome, after the country years before the Dark Days. But he hated having the type of showy names kids usually get in District 1. So when he turned 18, he changed his name to Jerome. So anyways, his parents were cruel, and favored his sisters more. Jerome was disowned because of his lack of encouragement about training for the Games. His sisters, on the other hand, trained every second of their lives. Even then, they were both killed when they volunteered. Poppy when she was 16, at the Final Four, and Pink when she was 18, in the Final 7. Soon, Jerome's parents turned both they're attention and love to him, completely forgetting Pink and Poppy an disowning them the way they did Jerome. One year, Jerome was Reaped but somebody volunteered, as usual. But the next year, nobody volunteered. Who knows why, maybe everybody thought he could do it, and they decided to give him his last chance since it was his last year of eligibility. Good thing his parents forced him to train even a little.
Family:
- Candi Bacca (Mother)
- Platinum Bacca (Father)
- Pink Bacca (Sister, Deceased, would be 24)
- Poppy Bacca (Sister, Deceased, would be 21)
Skills: He's strong and fast. Smart, and is very good with snares and traps. His weapon of choice is an axe, he kind of despises swords. Kind of.
Other:
• You can often find him eating raw food sometimes. Like raw fish.
• Please tell me somebody knows where I got this. I mean, the name is Jerome Bacca. If that's not obvious enough, he wields axes, despises swords, and eats raw fish.

Okay, so I have three characters... one of them is sorta interacting with someone else. So that leaves two free. Anyone want to rp with one of them?
Hey Hannah, what do you think of Kestral's bro as having been killed by a relative or best friend of Marbles? That could be so fun.

Perfect.


Name: Camille Lee Mendoza
Age: Sixteen (16)
Gender: Female
District: Four (4)
Appearance:

(view spoiler)
Height: She stands short at 5'6, fitting herself into tight places and often helps her become unseen.
Weight: No matter the size Camille is weightless making her easy to be plucked and pocked at she is one both the girls and boys like to toy with, an easy target.
Eye Color: Light blue (view spoiler)
Hair Color: Camille has dark brown hair that varies in color, shape, and style. No one can ever really determine what it really is like.
Personality: Camille is dangerous, one minute she could be nice and caring taking you in for safety and the next she could explode screaming, thrashing, and scratching. The word for Camille is unknown, you never know what could happen with her, but deep down all she wants is silence and if she can't have that then she wants someone to love her for who she is, someone to not ask so many questions. She has done too many bad things to be forgiven.

History: Camille's mother was one of the few to leave for the beginning rebellions, the answer as to why Camille wasn't executed was a mystery, maybe they were planning this all the time? Camille was stranded at the age of three with her grandmother and aunt neither of them could figure out how to work this child, no kid ever comes with a guide-book. They gave up and let Camille do what she wanted, which was read quietly, write, hum to herself and go out late at nights to stare up at the stars. But that girl has vanished, I suppose she might still be in there somewhere.
Reaping: (view spoiler)
Unlike most in her district Camille wore blue sticking out like a fruit loop in a bowl of cheerios, she didn't react to her name being called until someone pushed her from behind.
"Go!" A silent whisper was abruptly hissed into her ear but she couldn't move, she couldn't. Her body was stuck in place and she was afraid she might be tore in half is she moved. Someone grabbed her by the arm, a peacekeeper, she wanted to thank him but the words wouldn't come. "Come on now, Camille! Don't take all the fame." Her aunt said scowling at her all the way from the back. Camille stood awkwardly, her dress hanging above her knees. "I.." She didn't want to be here she didn't want to die. She didn't want to die like her brother.
District Token: (view spoiler)
Other:["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

Age: 15
Gender: Female
District: 8
Appearance: straight black hair that goes all the way down to her hips, dark brown eyes, pale peach skin, short
Personality: She's really shy. But learned how to use a dagger from her father just in case. She may be not talk much but can cut you open with barely any effort at all.
Their reaping: She got picked
District token: A necklace made of special fabric her mom gave her before she left for the capitol.
Other: Her mom gave her the name Dandelion because it was their only food when they had no money.

Age: 17
Gender: Female
District: 1
Appearance: Wave blond hair that comes two or three inches below the shoulder. Tall, about 5foot 8inches, skinny, regal and curvy. Blueberry eyes.
Personality: Went to the academy to train as a career, but actually doesn't want to go into the arena. Acts very sly and sarcastic, always pretending that she really does want to go into the arena to "bring pride to her district".
Their reaping: She volunteered. (because the academy forced her to if someone who wasn't at the academy got chosen)
District token: A silver ring with a pale green stone that has been in her generation for seven generations. Her great great great great great grandmother wore it in the games and won.
Other: Her weapon of choice is bow and arrow, she is extremely fast and very swift and light on her feet.


Age: 16
Gender: F
District: 4
Appearance:

Personality: (optional) Very deceptive and sly. She can swim and run fast, but she is not very good at fighting.
History: (optional)
Their reaping: (optional)
District token: (optional)
Other: (optional)
Name: Lucy C. Dashpine
Age: 16
Gender: F
District: 12, Coal Mining
Appearance:
https://www.google.com/search?q=katni...
Personality: (optional)
Rebellious, Caring, Fierce, Brave, Not afraid of anything, Hunter, and Climber
History: (optional)
Lucy had always been rebellious as a child. Her parents didnt stop her because they Belived in rebellion against the Capitol. When she was drawn for the Hunger Games, her district gave her Katniss Everdeens Mocking Jay pin, because of the rebellion they shared. They told her "You are the key to rebellion, and will be apart of the defeat of the Captiol." She then that moment felt the need to help her district and continued to the Hunger games with no fear. She was ready.
Their reaping: (optional)
When she was reaped people told her that they felt sorry for her. She always replied. "I am not afraid. If this is what the Captiol wants, their going to get themselves a rebellion."
District token: (optional)
https://www.google.com/search?q=mocki...
Other: (optional)
Good hunter, fighter, climber, and many other things. Her weapon is the bow and arrows.
Age: 16
Gender: F
District: 12, Coal Mining
Appearance:
https://www.google.com/search?q=katni...
Personality: (optional)
Rebellious, Caring, Fierce, Brave, Not afraid of anything, Hunter, and Climber
History: (optional)
Lucy had always been rebellious as a child. Her parents didnt stop her because they Belived in rebellion against the Capitol. When she was drawn for the Hunger Games, her district gave her Katniss Everdeens Mocking Jay pin, because of the rebellion they shared. They told her "You are the key to rebellion, and will be apart of the defeat of the Captiol." She then that moment felt the need to help her district and continued to the Hunger games with no fear. She was ready.
Their reaping: (optional)
When she was reaped people told her that they felt sorry for her. She always replied. "I am not afraid. If this is what the Captiol wants, their going to get themselves a rebellion."
District token: (optional)
https://www.google.com/search?q=mocki...
Other: (optional)
Good hunter, fighter, climber, and many other things. Her weapon is the bow and arrows.

District: 12
Age: 17
Personality: She isn't the killing type. If she is attacked, she will kill though. She hates it though. It breaks her heart.
Looks: brown hair, light tan skin
Skills: planting, finding food and water
Home token: a songbird bracelet
Weapon: a sword.
I hate to break it to you, but we already have 2 district 12 girls and that's the limit. You could make it a bow though. :)

Put one of these < in front of the word img and paste the url in-between the "quotation marks"
Name: Raven Jane Pols
Age: 15
Gender: female
District: 12
Appearance: Raven has jet black hair and flat grey eyes. She's an overwhelming height of 5' 5" and her frame is willowy. She hides it though. She wears baggy clothing and her hair is cut short.
Something to know: she's got a secret.
The rest will be role played
Age: 15
Gender: female
District: 12
Appearance: Raven has jet black hair and flat grey eyes. She's an overwhelming height of 5' 5" and her frame is willowy. She hides it though. She wears baggy clothing and her hair is cut short.
Something to know: she's got a secret.
The rest will be role played

Age: 18
Gender: female
District: 5
Appearance: http://womensbeautylife.com/gallery/T...
Personality: Drexel is a very rebellious girl who likes to break the rules. She does have a flaw for not wanting to hurt people she gets to know and befriends. she gets very frustrated with people who get on her nerves and is always ready for a fight.
History: Drexel lives with her dad after her mom was killed by peacekeepers. She turned rebellious when her mom was killed and stopped tolerating with people who annoyed her (bullies). Her dad never noticed Drexel after her mom's death and Drexel had to fend for herself. She had to find money for clothes and food that her dad no longer provided for her.
Their reaping: I walk into the section where the oldest of use potential tributes are gathered. One more year and I won't ever have to worry about this stupid Hunger Games thing again. The air is cold in District 5, very cold. I shiver because I am wearing a short dark green dress with spaghetti straps. Our district escort walks onto the stage and makes the same boring speech about how "the Hunger Games helps us" and "we would be in a corrupted society without it". We are in a corrupted society because of the Hunger Games. It does us no good. Then we watch the video "sent all the way from the Capital". "Now it's time to pick District 5's tributes!" the escort nearly screams in excitement. Her light blue hair bounces. "Ladies first!" she says and hops over to the bowl. My name is in there a lot. I lost count on how many times. Her finger twirl around different pieces of paper. She finally pulls one out of the bowl and unfolds it slowly to build suspense. "Drexel Mount!" My heart nearly stops. My head pounds. I think I'm going to pass out. This can't be happening. All sound is tuned out. People stare at me. I try to walk forward, but legs feel like jelly. My breath quickens. Peacekeepers come out of nowhere and drag me onto the stage. I'm going to die.
District token: mother's locket

AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
DISTRICT: 7, lumber
APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY: Very shy and an animal lover. A goody-two-shoes most of the time. Has problems with anger. Will not kill unless I have to. Hates to see people die, especially kids. Very creative with an inventive mind. Has a hard time forgiving people. Good memory. Intelligent with small lack of common sense. Loves to have fun, hates chores. Hard time making decisions.
HISTORY: (optional) I lived with a very poor family, and since my parents died from hunger, I was sent to live with my brother, Jason. My older brother never got picked but my sister did and she lost when she went to get water and was fatally drowned by another tribute. My brother was training me for the games...
THEIR REAPING: (optional) " Lexbi Cunnings" I stand there in awe that they picked me. The other kids stare at me. "No, no no no no NO!" I scream and run away from the crowd. Quick as lightning Peacekeepers grabbed me and dragged me to the stage. This was going to be a long year...
DISTRICT TOKEN: (optional) http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AN...
This is what my grandmother gave me right before I got picked.
OTHER: (optional)
Family:
Mom: Isa (Pierce)/ Cunnings
Dad: Drew Cunnings
Brother: Jason Cunnings
Sister: Kindell Cunnings
WEAPONS: I'm really good with timing my shots, so my choice of weapon would be the Bow and Arrow.
SKILLS: taming animals, taught to swim and climb trees by my brother, hunter/gatherer. Knows how to fish... ect.

Age:14
Gender:Female
District:10
Appearance:

Personality: Nellie is a careful girl. She is always cautious around strangers and really shy around new people. Living on the streets though as toughed her up so that she can protect herself.
History:She had an accident and lost her entire memory and when she woke up from after the accident she found out she had no family that she could remember and no one claimed her. She's lived on the streets since.
Their reaping: (optional)
District token:A feather from a mockingjay bird that follows her around sometimes when she's working with the animals at her job.
Other: She has no memory of anything before the accident.

Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 12
Appearance: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...
Personality: (optional) She is a competitive person who would kill her friends if it comes to that in the games. She is a caring person. She sticks up for people who were getting bullied, even though she is popular in school.
History: (optional) Her dad was killed trying to escape from District 12 when she was 5. Her mom never talks to her sister and her.
Their reaping: (optional) She walks into where she was, with her little sister, who was 13. She pulled her over. "No matter what happens, I want you to know I love you, and if I'm picked, to never ever give up on yourself." She said. They went to go check in and went to stand with their ages. A person walks on stage and starts speaking. They watch a video and she starts. "Ladies first." The person says. She goes and take a piece of paper out. "Jordan Rossman." She looked around and started walking up to the stage. She went to the stage and waited.
District Token: She has a necklace that her dad gave her before he died.
Other: (optional) She has a good arm and she never misses her target when she's going to kill somebody. She has had a bunch of bow and arrow practice too.
Please do your best to update people when they request a summary. Thank you.
Character format:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District:
Appearance:
Personality: (optional)
History: (optional)
Their reaping: (optional)
District token: (optional)
Other: (optional)