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Name: Korvar Russ
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District: 11
Apperance:
http://api.ning.com/files/mAZD1TePkax...
Korvar Russ; like many that comes from district 11, he carries and african skin colour genes. Korvar may be one of the most biggest tribute that might have ever entered in a hunger game. Korvar Stands at the size of 6'11 ft and weigh at 245lbs. At the age of 18, he was able to grow in massive size becuase of a rare genetic horomon gorwth. He has a small moustach growing on his upper lips and also carries many tattoes around him with a hint of sideburns. He looks as if he never smiles and he muscles are shown everywhere because of the fact that he worked at a sugar cane field everyday of his life.
Personalilty: Korvar Russ has a very nasty perosanlilty that he carries around. He rarely talks and isn't friendly to anyone. He looks at you with enternal hate even if you didn't to anything. If you would come up to Korvar, just to even talk, he would look at you with a dirty look and walk away.(And when he is walking away, don't try to threaten him)
Korvar only hates people because he was always hurt and betrayed by people from district 11. For you to even talk to Korvar, you must really push him hard. You gotta try to push him to his limits. Since Korvar is going to be the biggest person in the history of hunger games, people would want to as an allience rather than an enemy.(And trust me, you don't want to get in his bad side.) That beign said, it is very hard to even talk to Korvar. Since Korvar dislikes the careers the most, a person would have a better chance of making an allience with korvar the lower their districts and lower the district, the higher your chances are.(Doen't mean careers cant make an allience with him. As long you have an amazing reason.)
History: Korvar grew up in a foster home and never knew his parents. The reason why Korvar became so cold hearted is that he lost a lot as a kid. Korvar Russ had an amazing girlfriend back home and she was the only person that he really let into his life. After taking care of each other like a family, Korvar became a father at the age of 16 becuase his girlfriend bared his child. Although he could barely feed himself, he wanted what was best for his daughter and his girlfriend. Everything went fine until the peacekeeprs took Korvar's girlfriend as a tribute for one of the hunger game and in the hunger game, She was killed by the careers from district 1. Korvar cried as he watched his beloved and the only one die and he went into a great depression. He stayed in bed for weeks and only moved to feed his daughter. Now, all Korvar had left was his daughter at this point and he barely had any money. In the district 11, he was known for fighting and one time, he was almost beaten to death becuase of beating up a peacekeeper of the fact that he scared Korvar's daughter.
Reaping: Durning the reaping, Korvar saw nothing but shock when his name was called. Before leaving for the captital, he cried and hugged his daughter. Right before she was about to leave him, his daughter asked him about the tattoo that Korvar had(Same as Fransico from 41st hunger game)on his body. Korvar told her that it was a symbol of shame that the capital saw as. Then his daughter looked at him and saw it as freedom. For doing everthing to take care of her, he thanked her father and bothe made a promise to see each other agian.
District Token:
http://www.listsworld.com/wp-content/...
Ever since korvar got this tattoo, he saw this as his represntive mark for his district.
Skills:
Weakness-Korvar may look giantic and powerful but the thing that makes him less of a god is the fact that he has weakness. First, Korvar was born with bad eyesight, Which mean that he cant see thing very good and is worst during night time. He is almost like a
T-rex. As long you dont move, he wouldnt be able to see you straight. Another thing that he carries is that he has black out ramdomly. This is becuase of the fact that he was beaten so much by the Peacekeepers back home and some majour blows to the head made this head injury. So a person must always aware when making an allinece with Korvar. When he is angry and ready to fight, he is an death machine, but whne suddenly he passes out, he is a 245lbs of dead weight.
((Again no, one knows that Korvar has this weakness, until Korvar actually shows it, no one knows it))
Strength- Strength is what basically describeds Korvar Ross. He is strong and massive and like to weild a maschete as a weapon, becuase of the fact that he used to cut sugar canes with it back it district 11. He is also has a high sense of smelling and hearing becuase he was born with a bad eye sight so just because he may some times wouldnt be able to see you, doesnt mean he cant dectect you.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District: 11
Apperance:
http://api.ning.com/files/mAZD1TePkax...
Korvar Russ; like many that comes from district 11, he carries and african skin colour genes. Korvar may be one of the most biggest tribute that might have ever entered in a hunger game. Korvar Stands at the size of 6'11 ft and weigh at 245lbs. At the age of 18, he was able to grow in massive size becuase of a rare genetic horomon gorwth. He has a small moustach growing on his upper lips and also carries many tattoes around him with a hint of sideburns. He looks as if he never smiles and he muscles are shown everywhere because of the fact that he worked at a sugar cane field everyday of his life.
Personalilty: Korvar Russ has a very nasty perosanlilty that he carries around. He rarely talks and isn't friendly to anyone. He looks at you with enternal hate even if you didn't to anything. If you would come up to Korvar, just to even talk, he would look at you with a dirty look and walk away.(And when he is walking away, don't try to threaten him)
Korvar only hates people because he was always hurt and betrayed by people from district 11. For you to even talk to Korvar, you must really push him hard. You gotta try to push him to his limits. Since Korvar is going to be the biggest person in the history of hunger games, people would want to as an allience rather than an enemy.(And trust me, you don't want to get in his bad side.) That beign said, it is very hard to even talk to Korvar. Since Korvar dislikes the careers the most, a person would have a better chance of making an allience with korvar the lower their districts and lower the district, the higher your chances are.(Doen't mean careers cant make an allience with him. As long you have an amazing reason.)
History: Korvar grew up in a foster home and never knew his parents. The reason why Korvar became so cold hearted is that he lost a lot as a kid. Korvar Russ had an amazing girlfriend back home and she was the only person that he really let into his life. After taking care of each other like a family, Korvar became a father at the age of 16 becuase his girlfriend bared his child. Although he could barely feed himself, he wanted what was best for his daughter and his girlfriend. Everything went fine until the peacekeeprs took Korvar's girlfriend as a tribute for one of the hunger game and in the hunger game, She was killed by the careers from district 1. Korvar cried as he watched his beloved and the only one die and he went into a great depression. He stayed in bed for weeks and only moved to feed his daughter. Now, all Korvar had left was his daughter at this point and he barely had any money. In the district 11, he was known for fighting and one time, he was almost beaten to death becuase of beating up a peacekeeper of the fact that he scared Korvar's daughter.
Reaping: Durning the reaping, Korvar saw nothing but shock when his name was called. Before leaving for the captital, he cried and hugged his daughter. Right before she was about to leave him, his daughter asked him about the tattoo that Korvar had(Same as Fransico from 41st hunger game)on his body. Korvar told her that it was a symbol of shame that the capital saw as. Then his daughter looked at him and saw it as freedom. For doing everthing to take care of her, he thanked her father and bothe made a promise to see each other agian.
District Token:
http://www.listsworld.com/wp-content/...
Ever since korvar got this tattoo, he saw this as his represntive mark for his district.
Skills:
Weakness-Korvar may look giantic and powerful but the thing that makes him less of a god is the fact that he has weakness. First, Korvar was born with bad eyesight, Which mean that he cant see thing very good and is worst during night time. He is almost like a
T-rex. As long you dont move, he wouldnt be able to see you straight. Another thing that he carries is that he has black out ramdomly. This is becuase of the fact that he was beaten so much by the Peacekeepers back home and some majour blows to the head made this head injury. So a person must always aware when making an allinece with Korvar. When he is angry and ready to fight, he is an death machine, but whne suddenly he passes out, he is a 245lbs of dead weight.
((Again no, one knows that Korvar has this weakness, until Korvar actually shows it, no one knows it))
Strength- Strength is what basically describeds Korvar Ross. He is strong and massive and like to weild a maschete as a weapon, becuase of the fact that he used to cut sugar canes with it back it district 11. He is also has a high sense of smelling and hearing becuase he was born with a bad eye sight so just because he may some times wouldnt be able to see you, doesnt mean he cant dectect you.
Name: Marianne BraniceNickname: Annie (her mother called her this)
Age:16
Gender:Female
District:1
Appearance:
Personality: She kind yet shy. she is not arrogant. She had to learn to be strong willed to get through a abusive relationship with her father. She has a few scares that she got from her fathers wrath but it only made her stronger. She loves the outdoors, she loves trees, grass, flowers and even the cute lady bugs that crawl up her arm. She is closed off and wont let many into her heart. She is never mean or hurtful to others because she knows how awful it is. She does not have a violent nature because she hates casing people pain or getting someone angry. She tends not to speak a lot.
Skills: Marianne is fast. She can run fast and hard. She is really good at healing she always had to heal herself when she got hurt, she has fast reflexes as well.
Weaknesses: She hasn't been trained for the arenas like most of the children in her district, she is not familiar with using a bow, and her knife and swords skills aren't great.
District tokens: Her district token is a necklace from her mother that has been in her family for generations.
History: Marianne was born into a rich family, her father and mother were very rich. Her mother was a kind generous person and her father was humble and a sweet man, but when Marianne's was a toddler her mother died her father became a new man. Out of grief her father stated drinking and drinking a lot. getting drunk almost every night.
Marianne had to raise herself with little help from her father and her father beat her a lot. He was angry at her all the time. Her father hated that she looked so much like her mother and kept telling her that it was her that should have died instead of her mother and she believed and agreed with him.
After her father had his bad days and she got really hurt she would go sleep outside, that's why she loves the outdoors so much, it was her source of comfort. She hated being inside because that's where her father was drunk and ready to hit her and she hated the feeling of the house it was so big she felt it just swallowed her up.
Marianne had no other family members and didn't have any friends, she pushed everyone away and everyone thought it was strange when she came to school with big bruises and cuts and black eyes while everyone else came in with nice clean pampered skin that looked nice and new. She didn't ,mind being the outcast cause if she had friends then she'd need to tell why her father beats and hurts her.
As Marianne grew up she learned to make good of what she had and then when she got called into the games, it wasn't the worse thing that could happen. For one it saved a girl with a perfectly good life to go into the games, at least for a year. It was nice to get away from her father as well to get away and know she wasn't making it back.
Reaping Marianne looked around nervously her eyes darting around as she walked to her place in her age group. She saw the readied faces of the people around her, strong, powerful, arrogant faces of the ones in her district. She knew she was an outcast, she didn't feel strong, powerful, or better than anyone else.
When she found her father stumbling in the pack of parents she relaxed, glad he made it, she knew he would get in trouble if he was too drunk to remember. But she would get in trouble for not getting him herself. She had come straight from her den in the forest to the reaping, she had brought her dress with her the night before when her father was in a rage. and she ran to hide for the night. She changed and brushed her hair before making her way to the reaping.
Now she was standing among her peers wondering who would be chosen, all everyone did was train for this, train for the games, to win, for fame, for fortune...all but her. Her father didn't care less to sign her up. And she was glad, fighting wasn't something that she liked to do.
Marianne looked up as the event started she tuned out what was being said and her imagination just ran wild as she looked around her her eyes running over the people around her...
Marianne Branice
Came a booming voice and she was snapped out of her daydream and looked around. Someone elbowed her rather unkindly and she looked up as everyone shifted away from her starring at her, it took he a moment to figure out what was happening. Her name, that was her name...she was called...for the games. She gaped a moment and then her arm was grabbed and she was let up to the stage, she was dumbstruck, her? really? she figured out what she was supposed to do and walked up the stage herself, she didn't want to struggle like an idiot, even though she felt like one. She was led next to the woman that called her name. She starred at the crowd confused wondering if this was a dream, a really horrible dream, maybe her father had hit her too hard last night. Then she realized.
Everyone was talking about going to the games, people wanted to go, almost every year someone volunteered. Her hopes started to lift until she heard nothing but silence, nothing but a few chuckles and laughs and people nudging each other. No one was going to volunteer, no one was going to take her place, they all knew she had no hope of surviving...they were going to let her, and laugh at it too. Then the woman began to pick out the boys name...no,no,NO! what was happening?! Her heart started beating faster and she thought she might faint...she was going to be in the games, she was going in the hunger games.
Marianne's eyes found her father in the crowd looking at her with a shocked expression, she read the curse on his lips, he knew now that he was on his own, she couldn't take care of him anymore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle and drunk it.
This made her worry for her father, even though her beat her constenly if she died he would surly die as well, she was always the one to take the bottle or pills out of his hands when he was thinking of going to far, granted it was a battle but she was able to stop him. Now he had no one to take care of him.
Other: Marianne has had problems where suddenly she blanks out, she cant hear or see anything and everything fades away, she doesn't faint but she has seizure type problems where her body starts shaking uncontrollably and sometimes good but mostly horrible memories of her past replays in her mind.
Name: Jordan RossmanAge: 15
Gender: Female
District: 12
Appearance: (3+ sentences) She has brown hair and brown eyes. She weighs 140 pounds and 5 foot 3 inches. She is tan.
Personality: (3+ sentences) She is a nice and caring person. She loves people and makes friends easily. She isn't afraid to kill somebody that she is close to just to win. She is a competitor and always cheers when somebody from her district kills another.
History: (3+ sentences) Her parents were killed when she was little. She is adopted and she doesn't like talking about it.
Reaping (optional): The ladie walked up to the bowl and pulled out a card. "Jordan Rossman." She said. Jordan froze. She didn't know what to do. Somebody pushed her to the stage. She went inside the building and sighed. She wanted to not go to the hunger games.
District token: https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/im...
Skills/Weaknesses: (2+ skills and 2+ weaknesses)
skills: She is good at making bow and arrows and is a good sharp shooter when she uses them. She has a good arm to throw knives.
weaknesses: She hates watching her friends suffer. People bully her a lot just to get her weak.
Name: Arthur Emerson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 4
Appearance: Arthur's most distinguishing feature is his clear blue eyes that hold the sea he is so accustomed to in them. He got his eyes from his mother. Arthur is tall and muscular, with blonde hair and a bright smile. His face is very angular, with a prominent jawline and a slight trace of stubble on his cheeks. Yet, there is something very gentle in his eyes and his smile.
Personality: Arthur is outgoing and sarcastic. At times, he can be very full of himself. However there are rare moments at which his genuine kind and caring nature is revealed. He is fiercely loyal and would do anything for those he loves. Arthur is a firm believer in always doing the right thing, no matter what the cost.
History: Arthur was born into a very wealthy family. His father, Penn, had a very high position in the district. He and his mother, Eileen, lived in a large stone house by the ocean. Arthur had only heard a few stories of this happy life, however, because he mother had died in child birth. Ever since he was young, Arthur has always harbored guilt, believing his mother's death was his fault. Arthur's father was never the same afterwards. A part of him also believed Arthur was at fault. Therefore, instead of having much of a childhood, Arthur was forced to train daily for the Hunger Games. Arthur didn't mind training. In fact, he rather liked it. He felt powerful, wielding a sword or some other deadly weapon. The only thing he truly despised about it was the idea that all of this was building up to killing people he didn't know. People who had done nothing to him or anyone he cared about. People who had done nothing wrong at all. He was sure his mother would not have wanted this. Arthur wasn't sure why he felt this way, but somehow he knew. Arthur also loved the beach, as most children from District 4 did. Being in the water gave him an innate sense of peace that he felt nowhere else. It was as though he was being transported outside of himself.
Reaping (optional): He was far to young to kill, and far too young to die. Although Arthur didn't know the boy personally, this much he knew was true. Arthur watched him, trembling as he mounted the stage, stumbling slightly on the fifth step, Arthur didn't know this boy, this Drew LeFaye. All he knew was his name, and that he was much too young.
"I volunteer."
The words had come out of his mouth readily, like they had been waiting there by some wicked plot of destiny's creation.
Nobody seemed surprised. No shocked hush fell over the crowd. It was District 4, after all. A Career District. Arthur was just another Career seeing fame and glory.
Arthur walked up to the stage, resting a hand on the boys shoulder. He stooped down and peered into the boys eyes. They were blue, like his own.
"Go home with your family," Arthur said softly, a faint smile coming to his face, "You're safe now."
The boy smiled breathlessly, and before Arthur could properly register anything, the boy was hugging him. "Thank you," he whispered in Arthur's ear.
And then Arthur was pulled away and pushed next to his district parter. He would never see Drew again.
Arthur found his father in the crowd. He expected his face to be proud, and smiling, but it wasn't. Something dark was there. Horror and shock were present as well, but there was a darkness that Arthur had rarely seen, a sadness that was scarcely present. Still, he could not bring himself to regret his decision. Drew and his family could be happy. Arthur and his father never could be complete, anyway.
District token: Arthur has a round pendant that used to he his mothers, which he wears on a long, thin leather strap around his neck.
Skills/Weaknesses: Arthur is an incredible swordsman. He has been practicing since he was very young, and it has always been his best weapon. Arthur has also trained with axes and bows and arrows, both of which he can handle well enough, but not nearly as well as a sword.
While he has some vague knowledge about plants, Arthur cannot tell which are edible or poisonous. He has always been trained physically, so when it comes to medicine, camouflage, knot tying, and other survival skills, he is not as capable.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 4
Appearance: Arthur's most distinguishing feature is his clear blue eyes that hold the sea he is so accustomed to in them. He got his eyes from his mother. Arthur is tall and muscular, with blonde hair and a bright smile. His face is very angular, with a prominent jawline and a slight trace of stubble on his cheeks. Yet, there is something very gentle in his eyes and his smile.
Personality: Arthur is outgoing and sarcastic. At times, he can be very full of himself. However there are rare moments at which his genuine kind and caring nature is revealed. He is fiercely loyal and would do anything for those he loves. Arthur is a firm believer in always doing the right thing, no matter what the cost.
History: Arthur was born into a very wealthy family. His father, Penn, had a very high position in the district. He and his mother, Eileen, lived in a large stone house by the ocean. Arthur had only heard a few stories of this happy life, however, because he mother had died in child birth. Ever since he was young, Arthur has always harbored guilt, believing his mother's death was his fault. Arthur's father was never the same afterwards. A part of him also believed Arthur was at fault. Therefore, instead of having much of a childhood, Arthur was forced to train daily for the Hunger Games. Arthur didn't mind training. In fact, he rather liked it. He felt powerful, wielding a sword or some other deadly weapon. The only thing he truly despised about it was the idea that all of this was building up to killing people he didn't know. People who had done nothing to him or anyone he cared about. People who had done nothing wrong at all. He was sure his mother would not have wanted this. Arthur wasn't sure why he felt this way, but somehow he knew. Arthur also loved the beach, as most children from District 4 did. Being in the water gave him an innate sense of peace that he felt nowhere else. It was as though he was being transported outside of himself.
Reaping (optional): He was far to young to kill, and far too young to die. Although Arthur didn't know the boy personally, this much he knew was true. Arthur watched him, trembling as he mounted the stage, stumbling slightly on the fifth step, Arthur didn't know this boy, this Drew LeFaye. All he knew was his name, and that he was much too young.
"I volunteer."
The words had come out of his mouth readily, like they had been waiting there by some wicked plot of destiny's creation.
Nobody seemed surprised. No shocked hush fell over the crowd. It was District 4, after all. A Career District. Arthur was just another Career seeing fame and glory.
Arthur walked up to the stage, resting a hand on the boys shoulder. He stooped down and peered into the boys eyes. They were blue, like his own.
"Go home with your family," Arthur said softly, a faint smile coming to his face, "You're safe now."
The boy smiled breathlessly, and before Arthur could properly register anything, the boy was hugging him. "Thank you," he whispered in Arthur's ear.
And then Arthur was pulled away and pushed next to his district parter. He would never see Drew again.
Arthur found his father in the crowd. He expected his face to be proud, and smiling, but it wasn't. Something dark was there. Horror and shock were present as well, but there was a darkness that Arthur had rarely seen, a sadness that was scarcely present. Still, he could not bring himself to regret his decision. Drew and his family could be happy. Arthur and his father never could be complete, anyway.
District token: Arthur has a round pendant that used to he his mothers, which he wears on a long, thin leather strap around his neck.
Skills/Weaknesses: Arthur is an incredible swordsman. He has been practicing since he was very young, and it has always been his best weapon. Arthur has also trained with axes and bows and arrows, both of which he can handle well enough, but not nearly as well as a sword.
While he has some vague knowledge about plants, Arthur cannot tell which are edible or poisonous. He has always been trained physically, so when it comes to medicine, camouflage, knot tying, and other survival skills, he is not as capable.
Name: Arianna GoldmanAge: 15
Gender: Female
District: 4
Appearance: (3+ sentences)Thick, curly, black hair that is elbow length. Has grey/silver colored eyes that change shade due to her mood. Small for her age but has a big brain. She has sharp features that have grown o her through her life, giving her an aristocratic look.
Personality: (3+ sentences)Arianna is quite intelligent and quick-witted, capable of deducing things and coming up with clever plans based on a small amount of information. She is most of the time a loner, but if given the chance, she will be the most loyal friend. She can be quite deceiving too, and can come up with quick stories and lies to get herself out of trouble.
History: (3+ sentences)Her mother was killed while giving birth to her little brother, Graham. She has an older brother, Drake, who will be attending the reaping with her.
Reaping (optional): Arianna fingered the curls in her up-doed hair. Her eyes darted around the clearing as more people arrived with their terrified children in tow. Despite having her name entered into the reaping for the fourth time, she was as nervous as her first. Her older brother, Drake, was watching her from the group of seventeen year-olds. Her father and little brother, who is now four, clung to each other tightly as they anticipated the long wait. The time had finally come. The lady on stage dipped her hand into the clear bowls and waved her hand around in a mocking gesture. She sighed heavily and plucked a slip of paper near the edge. The lady squinted her beady eyes as she read out the name loud and clear. "ARIANNA GOLDMAN!"
Arianna's head shot up as she figured out that this was reality. Her name had actually been called out. A sympathetic hand lightly tapped her shoulder. Arianna head hung low as hands pushed her forward onto the stage. The lady applauded on stage and she silently entered the building.
District token: http://www.google.com/imgres?sa=X&...
A simple gold band her father had given her mother. Arianna has kept it on a chain around her neck since the death of her mother.
Skills/Weaknesses: (2+ skills and 2+ weaknesses)
SKILLS: Arianna is good with hand to hand combat. Her favorite weapon would be knives/daggers as they are easy to use up close and are helpful to throw with at long distances.
WEAKNESSES: Arianna is terrible at climbing trees because of her fear of heights. She likes to have her feet firm on the ground. She also is not very good with a bow.
Name: Annie PaigeAge: 15
Gender: Female
District: 6
Appearance:
The shadows that dwell over Annie's eyes make it difficult for people to see their color, but if you look close enough they are a pearly green shade. Her skin has a dark olive tint to it, much darker then most of the paper white tributes. It is not near as perfect as their either. Scratches, scars, and the weary lines from tears carve out her cheeks and nose, making them hard to look at. Her hair is usually fairly knotted if left untreated, but her stylists have made it their personal duty to make sure that they at least brush it out before she goes into public. It is a chocolaty-brown color that is stick-straight and never treated properly. Freckles line her nose and fill up the circles that rest under her eyes.
Her body is unhealthily thin; Her leg and especially her arms contain no body fat or muscle what so ever. Her wrists have visible cut scars, but no one ever bothers to point them out. When you catch that rare time that she is standing upright and tall, Annie measures up to about 4'11 and weight the puny weight of 92 pounds. If there was such thing as 'goth' in Panem's time, Annie would be the spitting image of it.
Personality: Basically said, Annie is a small, sad girl that can never make the most out of herself. Sadness overwhelms her figure and is seen even from just giving her a glance. She doesn't make an effort to hide this either. It is a contagious thing that practically radiates off of her skin. You will notice that she isn't like the normal shy girl that you will meet; Annie is more like the kind of girl that no one wants to talk to, so she is forces to be alone. She has been an outcast for such a long time that she prefers to be alone, and usually just decides not to talk to anyone that tries to connect with her. She could care less if they do or not. Harassing kids and bulling group have pounded into her mind so many of times that she is worth nothing that she has literally embraced the idea and holds onto it tight.
History: Annie comes from a simple yet strange life back in district 6. After being born to a girl who was raped at the age of 14, Annie was admitted to the districts one and only orphanage. She grew up in a dusty room cramped with 13 other loud mouthed, rude girls that treated Annie as well as a dog. She spent most of her time either lying in her bunk, staring at the wall, or sitting down at the train tracks, leaning against a tree and observing the trains go by.
You see, district 6 is the transportation district, and thats all they were taught in school. Unlike every single other girl in her grade, trains fascinated her. She loved the pure power that they contained; They had an unusual grip on her that always drew her in. When her life at school and the orphanage became too much for her to bare, Annie jumped into one of the rusty old storage containers at the train yard and began her own little life there. From the age of ten until she was 12, Annie had a happy little life with her and the trains.
... That was until the peacekeepers found her.
Dragging her back to town and giving her a fair degree of punishment, she was sent to live with an older man that had been requesting a child from the orphanage for a long while. Against her will, she was forced to live with this man that was practically the armpit of district 6. You see, Jon Maynor was a man notorious for luring women in with his good look then brutally raping and killing them. This happened to be that same man that had knocked up her own mother, but somehow her mom managed to escape before he took her breath away.
In her three years with this man, Annie was forced to do the unthinkable. She instantly became this man's servant; She was to do all the housework, cleaning, food preparing, luring women to the household, and even when ever Jon was having a bad day, become his punching bag. Even there were a few times when she was thrown down and forced to give this man whatever pleasures he desired.
This in turn, permanently left a scar on her. She already had been an odd outcast at school, but now with this under her belt, she was a complete wreck. She never has had social skills, or even someone to call a true friend. For she only occasionally went to school while living with Jon, much of the kids in district six didn't even know who she was.
Reaping: Annie managed to plead with Jon long enough to get him to let her go to the reaping, but he warned her to make sure she returned as soon as it was over. She agreed quietly, slightly happy to be able to get out of the house, but not looking forward to have to mingle.
While standing in the crowd of girls of her age, the kids seemed to stand a bit further away from her then normal. Maybe it was because she hadn't had the opportunity to shower in days, or that her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in years. Whatever it was, it was clear that they wanted nothing to do with this girl, which wasn't the least bit surprising to Annie. She stared up at the stage, her black dress blowing slightly in the breeze and her knotted hair roughly tied back in a low pony that cascaded down her back.
When her name was read off of the slip of paper, Annie was wide awake, knowing exactly what had happened. Yes, it came as a surprise to her that her name was read, but she wasn't in shock like most who get picked are. Showing no emotion like normal, Annie casually made her way to the steps, people immediately parting for her and giving her a disgusted look. Even the boy who was chosen as tribute seemed sickened by her.
She was silently corralled back into the justice building, and at no surprise to her, was not visited by anyone before being whisked away to the Capitol.
District token: None. Annie never brought anything that she would have wanted to the reaping with her, so no district token was to be had.
Skills/Weaknesses:
Skills: Annie really doesn't have many skills that can be useful to the games. In fact, she doesn't have many skills at all. But, she has a fair bit of knowledge of plants and cooking, only because she had to make food for Jon back in her district. Her small stature and weight make climbing, dodging, and even small sprints easy for her to do. Her best strength would probably have to be shelter building. She created her own hidden little home that she survived two years in the back of a train carrier for two whole years, that had actually helped her to know more about survival then what she though.
Weaknesses: The first big weakness is Annie's inability to efficiently communicate with others. She is obviously very unsocial, making it hard for herself to branch out to others. Another apparent thing is that she has no knowledge of weapons what so ever. She had never had the opportunity to wield a knife or shoot a bow, therefore probably proving to be a big disadvantage for her. Her small size and weakness makes her an easy target, and her unwillingness to participate in the games may have a large effect on her later in the games. Camouflage was never meant to be her forte either, only because she stuck out like a sore thumb back at home.
Hey. Can I reserve the district two female? I can't currently make a detailed chcracter but will most likely be able to tomorrow. Thanks:)
Name: Elysia ApplewoodAge: 16
Gender: Female
District:7
Appearance: [image error]
Elysia has long orange hair, that hangs to her mid-back. She has eyes that can't decide wether they want to be green or blue, it just varies on what she chooses to where and how it accents her eyes. She is slightly muscular, from a life of tree climbing and chopping. She is tall, at 5' 11"
Her legs are unnaturally long, making it hard for her to find pants to fit her, and her arms are willowy and long. She always wears her hair in a knot, not really carrying what it looks like as long is its out of her way. She is pale, with no marks on her except for a scar on her cheek.
Personality: Elysia doesn't like being told what to do. At a young age, she broke rules and defied her parents. She's always been a rebel and fighter at heart, and doesn't take kindly to others trying to keep her down or keep her quiet. She says what she wants, and doesn't think before she speaks or acts.
Elysia does have a secret soft side, especially when it comes to children or animals. She isn't a killer, and the thought of death scares her. She doesn't like to let people in, or show her fears, however. Her life has hardened her to most weak emotions, and in light of this she has a tough outershell. She doesn't let what people say get to her, and has a very level head.
History: Elysia's mother got pregnant with her at a young age, and her father left when he found out his wife was pregnant. Elysia grew up without a father, and had a low reputation because her mother was thought of as a whore for having a child so young. Elysia often sought refuge in the trees that were bountiful in her district from the kids who would constantly bulky her. For hours at a time she would climb them to the top, and dream about leaving. One day she was at school (14 years old), when a group of other girls came over and started giving her trouble. She finally couldn't take it, so she punched one of the girls in the nose and knocked her to the ground. Elysia ran off into the forest, afraid of punishment. She spent hours up in the tallest tree in the district, scared of being found. When she was in the tree, however, she saw smoke above the tree line. She came down and ran back into the district, to find people surrounded and trying to put out a house that was on fire. HER house. When the fire was eventually put out, they found her mothers bones among the rubble. Elysia was devastated, and don't talk for months. She was old enough to live on her own, but even after this tradegy, the district still looked down on her for being an "accident" and the daughter of a reckless mother who wasn't thinking. When the reaping came around, she volunteered, hoping that if she won she would get respect, or if she died, she would get respect.
Reaping: Elysia had counted down the days until the reaping. In the past years, she had her mother to live for. But now, she had nothing. Her mother was gone. And with her mother, a peice of HER died. This year, as she joined the murmuring crowd of girls her age, she knew what she would do.
As the boys were being called, she let her mind numb. She was tossing her decision back and forth in her head. Should she back out? No. She wouldn't. It was too late. The girls name was now being called.
Elysia took a hard gulp and raised her hand, simultaneously yelling out, "I volunteer!" Everyone looked at her with shock, and as she was led up to the stage to meet the male tribute, only one thought was in her head:
Winning would mean finally being excepted
Death would be a way out.
What did she have to lose?:
District token: Elysia brought a choker necklace. With a giant wooden circle with an intricate tree carving on it. The rest of the chiclet is embellished with beads.
Skills: Elysia, being from the tree district, is a great climber. She's been doing that almost solely since she could walk. She also is strong, and has developed some skill with an ax, from the days of having to chop would to sell and to harvest for winter fires. She also has a bit of medical ans cooking knowledge, which she learned after her mother died in order to care for herself.
Weaknesses: Elysia doesn't have a killer instinct, from not being a career or being trained to kill. She also has no knowledge in other weapons, making her close to defenseless if she doesn't get an ax. Elysia's size also makes her easy to shoot, being so talk and muscular. Elysia isn't very fast, so she could be easy to catch up to. If she tried to run.
Oh looks like there are two Annie's haha:P
Wow Marianne and Annie are a lot alike haha
Haha a little yes :) But I thought Marianna would be called Marianna because only her mom called her Annie :)
Name: GeminiAge: 16
Gender: FEMALE
District: 2
Appearance: Gemini is in fact a twin. SHe claims to be the prettier one, though there are no differences between her and her sister. She is a strong looking girl with light brown hair that she usually pulls up because she, like a normal career, is always fighting and practicing. She is skinny and of average height, though in her family she is considered short. SHe can make herself look very weak if she wants to and is very quick and agile.
Personality: Unlike her sister, she is a very quick thinker. She can usually analyze her opponent pretty well so when it comes time to fight, she can do pretty well. SHe's not the best fighter, but she can use her speed and other strengths to stay alive. She can be a pretty big flirt (most boys enjoy flirting back, but she only does it for fun and has no interest in an actual love life) and loves to show off for people.
History: Her and her sister get along quite well for twins. BUT because they look so much alike, they have gotten into all kinds of trouble. Unlike Gemini, her sister has a boyfriend and all kinds of drama has happened because Gemini has done something wrong. Other than that, the twins have lots of good fun and have tricked many people. Her mother and father are well and alive but her older brother (who became a peacekeeper) died last year. Since then, Gemini became stronger and more serious, not allowing anyone to stop her from training harder. SHe's gotten injured plenty of times (her worst being a broken arm and rib) and only uses those as excuses to work harder. That's just the way she grieves. Her sister on the other hand, cried for a while and got over it. She'd realized that people died all the time and she had to keep moving.
Reaping (optional):
Gemini stood in the crowd next to her sister. She and her sister always joked about who would be reaped and what drama they could cause, but after their brother's death, they stopped joking. Gemini was ready for the possibility of being in the Games. She knew that if she was reaped, she had the strongest chance of winning and she would work hard to win. It seemed to be her lucky day. "GEMINI RANGERS" the voice echoed through the crowds and Gemini squeezed her sister's hand and made her way to the stage with a prize winning poker face on. Let the Games begin she thought as she stared at her sister, who looked at her with the same big hazel eyes.
District token:
Her brother brought it back for her and her sister after his first training. Ever since then, Gemini has never taken it off. Skills/Weaknesses:
Gemini is quick in the mind and body. After years of hard work, she is pretty good with using weapons such as a knife. She is okay in hand to hand combat, but heavily relies on weaponry so she isn't that great in that area. SHe can be pretty witty, but because she likes to show off, she sometimes forgets to think before acting. SHe is somewhat strong, but her body isn't built to carry heavy things. SHe does have high stamina and metabolism though. Most likely, she will be in the Careers group, but she is a pretty independent person, which may lead to her demise.
I'd like to reserve district three's female, I don't know how long before report cards come out- but I'm really hoping soon so I can start my character. If we're allowed to have two characters, I, in a genuine manner would like to reserve a male, if this is impossible, I can deal with merely one character. Thank you.
I can save you the girl's spot for now, but I can't save more then one for now!! A bit later on I will allow for more hen one charrie :)
Name:Maia EverhartAge:16
Gender:Female
District:11
Appearance:
Personality:Maia is very shy and reserved. She likes to keep to herself and doesn't have very many friends. She likes to play guitar and sing a little when she has the time.
History:When Maia was 5 her father died at the hands of a peacekeeper and when she was 9 her mom died from illness. She was sent to live with her family's friends but they never noticed her, so she was pretty much on her own. She worked in the orchards 6 days a week for 8 hours every day. During her breaks she would take her guitar and play for the other workers. Her best friend, Fara, and herself made up a singing code so that they could talk to each other in the orchards.
District token:A necklace that says hope that was a gift from her mother for her 8th birthday.
Skills/Weaknesses:Her skills are running, climbing, and "code-talking". Her weaknesses are swimming and sword fighting.
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
District: 10
Appearance:
Personality: Len is sort of a cocky guy, usually able to sweet talk his way out of bad situations. He jokes often about the people he's around, keeping the mood lighthearted when he can, though never overstepping his boundaries. He acts like he throws caution to the wind, but really, he keeps it tagging along behind him on a length of fish wire so he can reel it back in when he needs to. Though he may act like he's all that, he feels that he needs to in order for people not to baby him.
History: Growing up working with pigs and cows isn't that hard. Well, not unless you have to rely on everything except your sight.
Leonardo wasn't always blind. In his early years, he was a quiet, kind boy that didn't pressure the rules or cause trouble. However, at age 10, he was cleaning a cow skin that was going to be shipped to District 8 to make leather when the chemicals they used to clean the pests hidden in the pelt got into his eyes. The hose he used to spray the fur had been damaged, and when the chemicals went through it, they shot through a hole near the top and at his face. In the past 7 years, he's been recovering. That didn't stop his name from being put into the reaping, though, and that certainly didn't keep that piece of paper from getting pulled out and read.
Reaping: Everyone was gathered in a huddled mass - it was the same routine every year since he was 11. You could feel the unsaid fear building in the air as the moment of the reaping drew closer and closer.
He gripped his cane tightly and knew that his knuckles were probably white with tension, but the rest of his body was still as he listened to the sounds no one else paid attention to. The tapping of someone's foot in impatience; someone's fingers cracking as their hands clenched tighter; the slips of paper being shuffled.
Then there was the split moment of silence where he felt like everything around him disappeared - even the animals stopped making noises.
Then those echoing words, those syllables he could never forget, came crashing down on him.
"Leonard Swaren"
He could hear the fabric of clothes shift as everyone turned to find him. Whispers carried through the crowd and someone turned him in the direction of the aisle he had to walk down. He made his way through the crowd by touching shoulders, and when he got to the open, a peacekeeper lead him to the stage.
He heard his mother scream in agony as he climbed the stairs to stand next to the announcer. Someone handed him his cane, and he thanked them politely, then took a deep breath and waited for the girl's name to be called.
District token:
His sister made this for him when she discovered she liked making jewelry. The first charm represents their dad, the second is a black heart for their dead mother, the third is for him and how he always made her laugh, the fourth was herself, having picked a gem with her favorite color, and the last was because when he wasn't working, he was grooming the horses in the stables.
Skills:
♔ Because of his loss of eyesight, his other senses (smelling, tasting, feeling, and hearing) are all more acute than an average human.
♔ Though he's blind, he isn't incapable. In fact, he's far from it. After he was done learning how to survive without his eyes, he taught himself how to work again, often getting bored while he was working and learning the steady rhythm behind twirling a pitchfork or listening to the wind from a ball as kids played in the street.
♔ Working as a stable hand most of his life had him hauling hay and poop and holding back bulls from charging while they were killed and dismembered for food or clothing. This made him strong and able to lift about 160 lbs of weight.
Weaknesses:
♚ Since he can't see, he doesn't have any sense of depth. The only way he avoids running into things are his shoes, and they can't tell him how tall a thing is, or how wide it is. Whether it's a pile of rocks or a wide tree, the only thing telling them apart is the sounds they do or don't make and how they feel.
♚ His aim also isn't very good, since he doesn't have any hand-eye co-ordination.
♚ His heart is another weakness that he brought with him, though he was born with this one. He lets people into his life and cares about them with his soul. When his mother died, it was devastating and he vowed he would make everyone around him as happy as he could, though he lives with the dread of another person close to him leaving him for good. Because of this, he is constantly at war with himself in the games because getting close to anyone would ensure he'd lose a person dear to him, yet his good nature and want to do good for people has him getting closer and closer to them.
Other: Due to advancements in technology, he uses shoes that vibrate in order to tell him where to go. The front edge signals that there's an object in his path, the balls tell him to stop, and the sides buzz when he needs to turn.
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Welp, I guess I'll jump in this one. I was going to make a girl, but there seems to be a lack of guys...I'm also not the best at writing from a guy's perspective, so hopefully this one will develop well.
Name: Dace Faux (Dangerfield)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District: 3
Appearance: Dace is of average height and average size. His figure is slightly more full in comparison to other young men of his day and age because he has a steady diet, and is not near starvation, which attributes to Dace looking healthy. Dace's age is hard to place. He looks eighteen, and his demeanor makes him appear even older. Dace has short, combed dark hair. He has a strong jaw and a large forehead, his eyebrows shadowing his unfeeling, calculating eyes. When he turns his attention towards someone, he has an unintentionally intent stare that will make a person feel intimidated or uncomfortable. He is considered quite handsome, yet not profoundly so.
Personality: Unlike popular belief, he is not a sociopath. Dace has always struggled with emotions, and is finding that the apparent lack of emotions, or ability to shut them off can be used to an advantage in society. He is outwardly arrogant, independent and intelligent, yet doesn't have much concern or awareness for other people. Despite what he seems, he will do what he feels he must in order to assure his sister safety. He is willing to make sacrifices towards a goal, to create a better outcome even though the ones he cares for or what he cares about will suffer in the present. Although he holds himself highly, he is still in his mid-teens, and surely the Hunger Games will whip some pride out of him and break him.
History: Dace doesn't have his immediate family in one place, they are scattered across districts. He hardly thinks about them, besides his twin sister, Auburn. He has a relative in the Capitol who used to send him extra money, but had stopped a few years back. Dace had changed his last name to match his richer relative. Dace left District 2 where he spent most of his life working on trains, to go into technology in District 3, in the factories. He has been edging himself up the ladder to corporate power, but that fell short when his name had been drawn at the reaping. Dace's drive to have a position of power is due to high expectations thrust upon him, and seeing people die because they cannot afford medicine. He would rather die than become so poor. He is a neutral about the Hunger Games, but he had previously considered investing in rebellion groups once he had achieved his goal for power. Dace is uncertain about partaking in the Hunger Games, but he has a curiosity towards it now that it has been forced into his attention.
District token: An old wrist watch.
Skills/Weaknesses: Dace has a great ability to retain memories. He has a talent for planning in advance, and figuring out the best strategy. He lies compulsively under pressure, which is not best in every situation. He has little knowledge of how to survive in the wilderness, besides what he'd learned as a child. He falls short at understanding emotions or emotional motives behind other people. Sometimes his emotional ineptness is humorous. He understands technology and weaponry, but is only really good at hand-to-hand combat or trap setting.
Sorry this is so long. It's amazing what someone can create when they're supposed to be doing something else.
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[August ] Jada Sibyl
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『 〓 』• Pronounced | Aw-gus-tt | Jay-d-a| Sib-i-ll|
► "Majestic, venerable." German form of Latin Augustus, August has been heating up in Hollywood--used by Mariska Hargitay, Lena Olin, Dave Matthews and Jeanne Tripplehorn, (and by Garth Brooks for his daughter), and is rapidly becoming the preferred month of the year for boys. The month of August was named after the Emperor Augustus. August has two august literary namesakes: the Swedish playwright August Strindberg (it has always been a popular name in Scandinavia), and August Wilson, as well as photographer August Sander. The French version is Auguste (ow-GOOST), as in Edgar Allan Poe's clever detective Auguste Dupin and famed sculptor Auguste Rodin.
► The name Jada is a Biblical baby name: Knowing.
► From Greek Σιβυλλα (Sibylla), meaning "prophetess, sibyl". In Greek and Roman legend the sibyls were ten female prophets who practiced at different holy sites in the ancient world. In later Christian theology, the sibyls were thought to have divine knowledge and were revered in much the same way as the Old Testament prophets. Because of this, the name came into general use in the Christian world during the Middle Ages. The Normans brought it to England, where it was spelled both Sibyl and Sybil. It became rare after the Protestant Reformation, but it was revived in the 19th century, perhaps helped by Benjamin Disraeli's novel 'Sybil' (1845).
➝ Age Seventeen
➝ Sexuality
➝ Status Single
➝ Zodiac Sign Taurus (view spoiler)
➝ Blood Type B -
➝ District Three, the electronic industry
➳ Relationships Was once in a relationship with a boy, but after a while she just shut the world off and left her family for a factory- this helped her grow out of her youth and into the real world.
▐ ▒ ♠ Born with ambition and curiosity, the girl of blue eyes and perfect pink lips scurried through the carpet floors with ease, she was always the skinny one, always the funny gal. But, yes, there is always a but- August always has had a look in her eyes; a dangerous look.
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▒ Face Claim Julija Steponaviciute
⇉ Hair Color Dirty blonde
⇉ Complexion Flourish Pale
⇉ Height 5 foot 9
⇉ Weight 169.1 pounds
⇉ Eye Color Iridescent blue, one moment it's dark and when you think you're finished with the bad girl her eyes are bright blue, pulling you right back to her.
〈 Distinguished Markings A tattoo on her neck, finger, and thigh. Some find these tattoos adorable, other look at it as a disgrace. (view spoiler)
August has unusual straight brown hair, on rare occasions it can be so curly, I guess it all depends on how she sleeps or how she's feeling. She has undesirable blue eyes and fair skin, her lips are usually puckered up and adorable with pink gloss. Her figure is pretty skinny due to high metabolism and good workouts. She has long eyelashes, and soft white skin, her height doesn't overrule all but she isn't exactly the tiniest either. She'll just have to make due with what she has. Just by her appearance, you can tell she is more on the quiet side, and if you guessed then you answered correctly. She walks with careful steps, and dresses fairly nice, though she likes wearing sweatshirts and leggings when she's at home her taste is very unique and adorable.
Standing tall at 5'9, and weighing one hundred and sixty nine, she's always been bone-looking, if that's a real word. Whatever, just note that she's gorgeous. Always has been.
❝ I'm worn, oh, I'm worn- but do I really hate it that much? ❞
All that is below is true, though she's more of a cuddly type: hurry and remember, don't tell her I said that- she likes to be comfortable more than anything else.
As August may come off as a sweet, warm, loving figure- she's quite the dangerous one, the other guys in her district learned that the first day of school. She'll do anything for her family, but more for her freedom. As her blue eyes can be quite the mesmerizing type, but as you're looking at her eyes, she's checking your pockets for a wallet or some spare change. She's straight-forward, and to be honest sometimes that's her problem; she's too open to say anything. She's dangerous, and when I say dangerous I mean complicated. I know that nowadays everyone says their characters are dangerous and complicated, but August is... Something else. One moment she'll be dangling over an edge of a building for she is depressed, and the next she'll be punching anyone in the chest because he was looking at her funny. She's what most guys would call a beautiful disaster, but the problem is she just needs someone to carry her to sanity- she's just the way she is and no one has ever told her that's okay. She just needs someone; as cheesy as it sounds she just needs a guy who will stand his ground and stick to his word.
She's always had a hard time trusting men, she's had a hard time trusting anyone, her sharp jawline seems to resemble her personality. Get too close and you'll need a band-aid, - see what I did there? I said her jawline is really awesome. - But if you keep back and observe, you might just be able to stare before she clubs you upside the jaw.
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History, ah history, all I can tell you is that she joined the electronic company and looked for an outlet, unfortunately her family starved to death because of this. District three is supposed to be rich, but being poor is everywhere. It isn't just in one place.
After accepting the death of her family, a boy approached her and wrapped his arms around her throat, threatening her. She dug her elbow into his chest and hissed words of aggression- he entangled his fingers into her hair and threw her into a brick wall. Hitting her nose, blood smear her skin, almost breaking it. Turning around she see the boy holding out a gun towards her, "you're gonna wish you hadn't done that." August let out a chuckle, sinister and rich, "kill me." But he shook his head and whipped his chin, as if contemplating what to do with her. "That'd be too easy." He brought the gun to his lips and pulled the trigger, moments later, August walked over and picked the gun up ready to commit too- the police showed up and threw her in a cell for months.
After battling with depression and anger, she suddenly became emotionless, so when she was called up as tribute, she didn't really seem to care too much.
District Token: NA
Kin: Deceased
Skills/Weaknesses: She's good with a throwing knife, sword, and on occasions, not to forget that she's smart and intelligent, but she likes to keep this a secret. She isn't good with water, swimming is probably her weakness- ugh, she and I both hate to say it, but August has a heart condition, if she runs too much her world can become black and she'll pass out. Anything else? Well she doesn't like dogs too much, nor cats, well any other animal for that matter- they're all dangerous beings.
(Am I allowed to make a second character here?)
Name: Mason SerpensAge: 17
Gender: Male
District: 2
Appearance: A broad-shouldered young man, Mason stands a hearty 6' 4". He has long legs and arms that through a literal lifetime of training have achieved peak physical conditioning, lending an exquisite musculature to his disposal that betrays his youth. Multiple scars varying in severity mar an otherwise perfect complexion. Hovering just above his chiseled jawline sit a pair of slightly full cheeks hollowed on either side by deep dimples. His strong chin coupled with a confident smile leave little to be desired, especially once highlighted by the pale, piercing green eyes of his. His beard grows in patchy and uneven in places, so he often sports a smooth face.
Personality: Genuine/Honest. Diligent. Sadistic. These three traits while seemingly dissimilar are Mason's key characteristics that comprise his being. He's complex, but when boiled down he realizes that his entire life has been dedicated to an event that pits children against children, all fighting desperately to retain the meager shred of life they'd lived, no matter how poor it had been. As a child, he likened his training to sport, but the older he got, the more he saw things for what they were. To suggest that he'd volunteered would be a laugh. He'd been stripped of choice and committed before he'd drew his first breath. Still, he finds peace in the familiar feeling of conflict and worth in the delivery of defeat. His sadist tendencies lie in an overarching thought pattern: to prove his life has meaning, his preparation cannot be in vain. The only way to prove his life is worth more than any of the other 23 tributes will be to snuff the life out of them.
History:
Born to a jeweler and gem worker, Mason's life was surrounded by beauty. His parents took great pride in their work and their passion for the profession showed in each and every piece. It was a very fruitful endeavor, largely in part to the Capitol's taste in excessive and outrageous goods, and as such Mason lacked nothing. His parents decided, even before his birth, to dedicate his life to the Games as a testament to their devotion to the capitol. Thus they moved their lives and their livelihood to District 2 where some of the strongest tributes hailed. When he was born, they felt a familiar sense of pride in creation; another worthy gem for the capitol to display.
His parents spared no time molding and shaping him through rigorous training with the best instructors available from the moment they felt he was able to comprehend -the ripe age of 3-. Previous victors and capable peacekeepers grew to know him well and tutored him regularly. Over the years, he grew proficient with various weaponry, though his training primarily taught him to value everything as a weapon, thus he's generally far better suited unarmed and improvising with what's available. He has exhibited above average strength, stamina, and speed, but his strongest assets are his incredible balance, flexibility, and creativity. The former skillset allows for the latter to bring about rather unorthodox methods of attack which offers an unpredictability that may be vital.
Reaping:
"I volunteer." The voice was calm and robust and came from a young man Mason's age. Mason passed a sharp glare at the other boy. How dare he volunteer? Does he think I'll stand for this?
The crowd began parting as people cheered, the capitol escort flashed a cheesy grin before an angry voice rose among the others. "HOOOLD!!"
People turned quizzically, all eyes on Mason. This was certainly uncustomary, but he felt it must be done. He couldn't wait any longer for validation. "I, too, volunteer as tribute."
Murmurs rose from the crowd as confusion took its place amid the excitement. "Uh, yes. Well... Hm.." The capitol escort was perplexed and stood listening into a headset for some time. "Yes. Yes, that's right. Uh huh. Okay." There was a wave of silence and tension, then, "Well, well. This is interesting! It seems the gamekeepers have decided to allow a competition of sorts. A battle for the honor of participating in this year's Hunger Games!"
The crowd was wild with excitement; Mason only chuckled. "Honor." He laughed.
The bout was set to be an unarmed match transpiring until the concession of one party or their inability to continue. A large mass of spectators crowded desperately around the square, jostling and pressing to get a better view. Large screens, were arranged to exhibit the festivities taking place in the makeshift arena, but there was nothing quite as exciting as observing the spectacle up close. Screams of excitement boomed and echoed throughout as the District 2 volunteers fought their way into position. Abruptly one moved behind the other, slammed him to the ground and broke his arm in a viscous movement. The crowd roared, but the devastated participant released a shriek so shrill it drowned out the others. The agony, not only from the pain, but from the frustration and defeat shown for everyone to see as Peacekeepers rushed forward to remove him from the fight pit. "NO! LET ME CONTINUE!" He roared as he struggled to his feet. Mason watched his opponent rise, too stubborn to let it end or too foolish. Mason powered his legs one after the other until then promptly lifted into the air with his right knee The power from his leap coupled with his unnatural flexibility brought his knee well above the other teen's head. His opponent stuttered with wide eyes as one good arm flew up to cover his face, but it was of no use. The tip of Mason's boot careened into his chin with enough force to send him toppling backwards from the monstrous leaping snap kick. The same leg that had buried its foot into the boy's chin landed first, planting with ample force to drive him further forward. It took another two strides to reach him and Mason was doing so with unbridled confidence. The boy was on the ground wailing in agony as blood gushed from his battered chin. His thin face was already soaked with tears pouring from pleading eyes. He, too, had only ever aspired to participate in the games but he was quickly watching his chances slip from his grip. The boy rolled to his feet and readied his stance, but Mason already descended upon him. Mason lifted another kick and pistoned his foot into the boy's front knee. "Concede." Mason said smoothly, wiping the gathering sweat from his brow. It was far too late for surrender though he noticed as he looked down to see the leg had collapsed under the force, exposing bone and blood freely.
"Fool, now you'll never have a chance. Should've let them take you away." His words were loosed from smirking lips. He now felt tangibly certain his life was of more value than the child that lay helplessly on the ground.
District Token:
Mason rejected a token from his parents, who'd crafted a beautiful and elaborate wristwatch to take into the arena. He laughed in their face and chided them for trying to use him as advertisement. They tried explaining that they were so proud of him and it was a symbol of their adulation. "Proud of what?" He responded. "I haven't proven anything. Yet."
Skills:
Weapons proficiency, physical prowess, and unarmed combat are Mason's strongest qualities.
Weaknesses:
Mason is alone and confused. He feels next to worthless and the only way he knows to feel any better about himself is victory. He is honest to a fault. He'll fully deliver his intentions, be they good or bad to anyone at all. This goes double for other tributes, because life is short in the hunger games. He's had no survival training and will have to make it through the games with what's available at the cornucopia or sponsor gifts. He can swim though he's not very good. His lung capacity is inefficient and he swims slowly.
((Sorry, Im not going to let anyone have second charries for a few more days. I want to make sure that the people not yet involved in the arena get a large chance to join before I open that option! :) Sorry Izzi!))
Once posting our character, are we just allowed to roleplay? I'm used to waiting until my character's name appears on the roster, haha.
((Ill update that after school along with posting everywhere! Go ahead and Rp away, everyone is good :) ))
Name: Claire Lange
Age: 14
Gender: Female
District: 5
Appearance: Honey blond hair, bangs, and long wavy. Deep blue eyes and a little bit tanned skin. 5ft 5in tall and a little bit muscular. She keeps her hair in ponytail almost all the time. She has a tattoo of five flying birds on her right wrist
Personality: Shy and doesn't like to be the center of attention. She always trying to avoid relationship or contact with other tribute. She seems calm but she has so much inside her head that keeps her as a mysterious person. She doesn't mind helping other as long as they're not doing anything that irritated her before.
History: Born in district 5 as the oldest of four siblings on her family. Two girls, 4 and 14, and two boys, 10 and 12. Her parents are always busy so she took care of her younger siblings. She was the tribute two years ago but her youngest aunt;her mother's youngest sister, which is deeply close to her volunteered for her and died in the arena.
Reaping (optional): Not much to tell from the reaping day, after they called her name, she went up and remain silent even after the reaping done.
District token: She keeps a matching pin her aunt used to have and brought to the arena two years ago.
Skills/Weaknesses: Running, making traps, and close range fighting. Her weaknesses are climbing, dogding an attack from far distance and half deaf in the right ear.
Age: 14
Gender: Female
District: 5
Appearance: Honey blond hair, bangs, and long wavy. Deep blue eyes and a little bit tanned skin. 5ft 5in tall and a little bit muscular. She keeps her hair in ponytail almost all the time. She has a tattoo of five flying birds on her right wrist
Personality: Shy and doesn't like to be the center of attention. She always trying to avoid relationship or contact with other tribute. She seems calm but she has so much inside her head that keeps her as a mysterious person. She doesn't mind helping other as long as they're not doing anything that irritated her before.
History: Born in district 5 as the oldest of four siblings on her family. Two girls, 4 and 14, and two boys, 10 and 12. Her parents are always busy so she took care of her younger siblings. She was the tribute two years ago but her youngest aunt;her mother's youngest sister, which is deeply close to her volunteered for her and died in the arena.
Reaping (optional): Not much to tell from the reaping day, after they called her name, she went up and remain silent even after the reaping done.
District token: She keeps a matching pin her aunt used to have and brought to the arena two years ago.
Skills/Weaknesses: Running, making traps, and close range fighting. Her weaknesses are climbing, dogding an attack from far distance and half deaf in the right ear.
Hi, um, I'm kinda new here, and I don't know how to create a tribute.Please help!no1marvelfan
Hi there No1mervelfan! :-) In order to make a tribute, read the very first post on this topic. Answer the questions about your tribute (Name, Gender, Appearance, Personality, ect.) and post them here in a comment. If you need further help, look at all the wonderfully done tributes here n this page made by the other role-players ;)
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 9
Appearance:
Personality: Coming from the Mid Districts, Rita believes that there is a great injustice done to her and the people who live around her. In her mind, the larger districts should be given the food and necessities as a priority instead of having to send weak individuals into the games for a chance to not starve for a year. She is tough and strategic, planning on winning these games not just for her own life, but to help make her district a place where they can't eat the very food they grow because it's being sent to the Capitol and Inner Districts first when they don't look like skin and bones. She is distrusting of anyone in the top districts, and especially hates the careers. She's not your quiet, goody-two shoes little girl, but a girl who trained herself to think like the warrior her district needed. She's brittle, determined, and she doesn't care who she has to hurt in order to come out on top.
History: Ever since she was little, Rita had watched the games and worked the fields like the rest of her district. However, As she grew older and saw her family starving and people who had once worked along side her coming home in caskets, she became furious. When peacekeepers weren't watching, she would practice fighting moves she saw during the games with a hoe she'd hidden in among the grain. On days when she couldn't go to the field, she taught herself to bend further than normal and run swiftly. It was all in preparation. Eventually, she didn't need the games to show her fighting moves - she began making up her own in order to counter the moves she'd taught herself. And every year a dead body was brought home from the games, her hatred and determination grew. Until she couldn't handle it anymore.
Reaping: Rita was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet in impatience. Panam's anthem played and she went along with it, but as soon as the girls' names were mixed together and ready, she stilled herself and made her face stony. Though she was confident, she was nervous.
A young girl by about 13 was called out, and she turned to look at her family. Her name was Liyana Ray. Rita hadn't known her personally, but she had heard of her. Apparently, she had the voice of an angel and had just preformed in the district's school choir concert.
Rita took a deep breath, then raised her hand and walked out to where the tributes were taken. "I volunteer." She said, hoping to sound strong, but knowing it was probably a little shaky as the thought of not making it back dawned on her. She walked to the stage and took her place, searching the awed crowd. Her glance found the young girl among the rest.
Liyana looked at her, and slowly a small, kind smile came to her lips and Rita never looked away from her, making a silent promise that she would come back, or she'd die trying.
District token:
Liyana told Rita it was her good luck charm during recitals.
Skills:
♔ Pretty good with a bo staff/trident/spear.
♔ great agility and flexibility.
Weaknesses:
♚ She doesn't want to get emotionally attached to anyone, so any alliance will be a complicated one.
♚ She's very stubborn and doesn't want any help from anyone else unless they're a trainer.
Name: Natasha RomanAge: 13
Gender: Female
District: 10
Appearance: African American two twin ponytails hair color is dark brown dark brown eyes beautiful smile 5'2
Personality: Sees everything on the bright side. Very humorous; sometimes annoying. Can cheer almost anyone up. Can get an attitude and if she does, you better watch out! Makes friends easily with loving quality. Doesn't like killing. Loves animals. Quiet unless joking around. Pretty smart. Very useful at figuring out plans. Take charge kind if girl.
History: Has two younger siblings, brother (Liam) and sister (Lisa). Used to have one older sister, but she was killed. Her mom died so she lives with her dad. Her best friends, Sodapop and Cherry (lol (: ), both wished her good luck as they waited for their fate. Nothing could of prepared Nat for what happened next. Her name was called. As she prepared to take the stage, she heard her sister Fern shout "No! Please! I volunteer!" Her older sister participated in the hunger games and died from another tribute drowning her. Natasha had so much guilt on her shoulders but knew that her sis would want her to be happy, so she is. Almost all the time she tries to smile...
Has a little cream colored pet kitten named Petal.
Reaping: When she got picked again, she took the stage bravely. She silently prayed and took a turn on the way she saw the event. As she left to the stage, she smiled at her friends and gave them hugs. "Take care of my family."she said. As she left, one tear slid down her cheek. She hugged her family and gave her goodbyes...
District token: Small heart shaped rock she found the day of her sister's death.
Skills/Weaknesses: Doesn't like killing. Doesn't have much common sense. Afraid of heights. Dislikes bugs. Pretty smart. Great at coming up with plans. Excellent with the sword and throwing knives. Packrat. Really fast runner. Breaks down under high amount of pressure. Great leader. Knows how to fish, hunt, tame animals, and climb (but scared of heights). Fast learner.
Good at hand to hand combat and hiding.
((Jubilee, there's actually already a District 11 female tribute. (see the post just above yours)))
Okay guys, wrap it up here!! :) The Arena is now up am no more tributes will be accepted!!!!
((Upon further reflection I'm noticing there was already already a D11 tribute for female posted by Ella.. Why's the District 11 female spot so coveted? Rue's a trendsetter.))
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Darn it... can I get whatever's left or is it too late?I didn't have time to check... had to go to school...
Any district left will be fine, really...
I look forward to rp with you guys! (:
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Jubilee wrote: "Darn it... can I get whatever's left or is it too late?I didn't have time to check... had to go to school...
Any district left will be fine, really...
I look forward to rp with you guys! (:"
I guess I can let you join, only because there has been like 4 posts in in the arena :)
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
District: 1
Appearance: Black hair, icy blue eyes, he is tall, muscular, and athletic.
Personality:
Dean is the quiet, but lethel kind. He can say some pretty nice things at times. But he learns how to survive and knows ways others don't. He is a good ally to have.
History: Ever since he was a small child, Dean has been training for his entire life for the games. He was the most experienced in his class. And he has trained to not be scared of fear.
Reaping: Dean volunteered as tribute for his little brother, joshua. He faced the volunteering with no descriptive fear, but with bravery.
District token: A simple chain necklace with his family ring connected to it.
Choice of Weapon: Twin pair of double sided axes, though he has many alternates.
Skills/Weaknesses:
Skills:
-He is great with the twin pair of one sided battle axes.
-He is an expert tracker and is an all around leader.
-He knows his survival skills pretty well.
-Working on his own.
Weaknesses:
-Being Nice
-Being Reasoned with
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very sorry guys, my tribute comment kind of failed, lol i hope you can still accept her.
Name: Jesi BoncoxNickname: One day she came home and heard her other yelling. " I DON'T CARE WHAT THE RISK IS! I NEED TO FEED THIS FAMILY AND IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES THEN I'LL DO IT!" Jesi was horrified. " Mom, you are taking Tesserae, are you?" But her mother just sighed. " Oh honey, when did you get here? You are so sly. Just like a fox, well Vixy, yes I am." Despite the cheery new nickname, Jesi just cried, " Mom that one extra name could cost you the reaping!" But it was already done, and crying would't stop that.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 10
Appearance: Jesi is a ginger with no freckles. Her eyes are a brilliant green and shine very bright when she is happy. She is about 5 1/2 feet tall, but yet is small and nimble with body structure. She has muscles and is strong, but they don't show. She is very skinny and weighs only 96 pounds.
Personality: Jesi is very shy. She is very quiet and is more of a listener than a talker. Although this is true, if you get to know her, she is very nice and caring. She is fun to be around, yet not loud and annoying. Once you get her trust, she is extremely loyal and will never let you down. She is very good at hiding emotions and may seem weak but is probably one of the toughest girls inside that there will ever be.
History: " Mother I'm scared" whimpered Jesi. She may be tough, but not this year. She was just 3 so she wasn't in the reaping, but her mother and father were. With 2 tesserae's each. " Honey its ok, nothing will happen." reassured her mother. Then the mayor came on stage. After normal protocol, the woman pulling names walked on stage. Jesi couldn't even tell what she looked like under all that makeup. " Lets mix it up a little, Men first!" she announced proudly, as if this was some major new rule in the games. As she reached her hand in the hold crowd tensed up, you could hear a pin drop. " Basile Boncox!" She said proudly. Jesi didn't know what hit her, she opened her eyes to see her father pushing his way through the crowd. " NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Jesi screamed. But it was too late, he had been reaped and no one took his place. She couldn't help herself. " I VOLUNTEER!!!!" she sobbed, when the crowd parted and saw her, the whole town got a little blue. The announcer just laughed, " Silly girl, you can't volunteer" Jesi sobbed and sobbed, but it was to late. " Alright, Ladies!" Again the town got silent. She pulled out a name, unfolded it and was about to read the name, when all of a sudden she sighed. " Folks, here is one love story, that will not have a happy ending." She read the name. " Tess Boncox" The woman stepped forward with a little child wrapped around her. Jesi was not going to let go. Soon officials tore her off and carried her to the crowd. Without saying a word, someone raised 3 fingers to their lips, then to the air. Everyone soon followed. The games began later that month. Jesi's dad and mom were still alive. The last 2. Father had set traps around his hideout, and when her mother stepped to his tree... Boom! " Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of the Hunger Games!" Her dad had won.
Reaping: Up stepped Jesi's best friend, Taya. She was not going to let this one go. " I volunteer as tribute!" she yelled and took her place. The town actually recognized her. She stood up for friends and ones she loved. She was loyal.
District Token: A fox pendant received from her mother on the reaping day that her mother was fated to.
Skills: Very fast and sneaky. Able to avoid and evade well. Smart and cunning. Like a fox.
Weaknesses: Hates blood, cannot use a sword and is bad at fighting close range.
Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrows.
Other: Very lonely and bullied to. She takes it all though and is very strong. Prefers Vixy over Jesi.Vixy is short for Vixen, a female fox. Loves all animals and worked on a farm before living in victors village, where she had to give up her goat, Anabelle with great sadness.
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In creating your tributes profile, be prepared for an arena filled with drama, action, love, adventure, and blood... Lots of blood. :) Here is the place where you will describe who your tribute is. You will provide all the necessary material that will give Panem an idea about what your tribute really is like. Is there a sob story we should all know about at the reaping? A horrific backstory that has shaped who they are? A secret love affair for another tribute? Explain it all here, and be ready for an incredible arena that will go down in the history books!
Notes to remember:
1.) Please look through the comments to make sure the tribute spot you have desired is open. I will constantly be updating the list of tributes (seen below), but check for yourself to make sure. We are going to try our best to make sure this arena is argument and stress free!!
2.) Please include each of the following things in your tribute description:
<.b>Name:<./b>
<.b>Age:<./b>
<.b>Gender:<./b>
<.b>District:<./b>
<.b>Appearance:<./b> (3+ sentences)
<.b>Personality:<./b> (3+ sentences)
<.b>History:<./b> (3+ sentences)
<.b>Reaping (optional):<./b>
<.b>District token:<./b>
<.b>Skills/Weaknesses:<./b> (2+ skills and 2+ weaknesses)
(Remove periods to bold the words.)
3.) Do your best to make your tribute as original as possible! No one like to have 5 people in the arena with the same personality and skills :)
District One
Boy:
Girl: Marianne Branice ~Alexis~
District Two
Boy: Mason Serpens ~Fox~
Girl: Gemini Rangers ~Star Shyne Brite~
District Three
Boy: Dace Faux (Dangerfield) ~Izzi~
Girl:[August] Jada Sibyl~Angel~
District Four
Boy: Arthur Emerson ~Kevia~
Girl: Arianna Goldman ~Diana~
District Five
Boy:
Girl: Claire Lange ~Rea~
District Six
Boy:
Girl: Annie Paige ~Kailee~
District Seven
Boy:
Girl: Elysia Applewood ~Gabriella~
District Eight
Boy:
Girl:
District Nine
Boy:
Girl:
District Ten
Boy: Leonard (Len) Swaren ~Dreams~
Girl:
District Eleven
Boy: Korvar Russ ~Jaywest~
Girl: Mariah Everhart ~Ella~
District Twelve
Boy:
Girl: Jordan Rossman ~Jordan~
Happy Hunger Games to All, And May The Odds be ever in your favor!