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[tara-marie noir]
↳Tara-Marie goes by Tara, and despises her full name.
Etymology➛
↳[Tara-Marie]: [queen-bitter / tear-a + mer-ie]
↳[Noir]: [a genre of film featuring cynical characters / noir]
Age➛
⤿Birth: [11/21 / 11:43 pm]
↳ 15
Gender➛
↳Sexual Orientation: [heterosexual]
↳Relationship Status: [single]
District➛
↳Seven
Physical Apparition ➤
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t e c h n i c a l ● d e t a i l s
✮Face Claim✮ [Taissa Farmiga]
✮Hair✮ [blonde / straight, with a slight wave / long]
✮Eyes✮ [ hazel / striking]
✮Height✮ [5’ 1]
✮Weight✮ [114 lbs]
✮Body Type✮ [slim-athletic / short]
History ➤
[Tara had a… Unique childhood, to say the very least. She was born to two parents that weren’t as joyous to have a child as they were to have an extra set of hands. Of course, her parents knew they would have to raise her a bit first, before they could put her to work, but those five years of what her parents considered waste would amount to much more for them later on. Tara grew up in a small house in Three for the first five years of her life, blissfully unaware of her parents’ occupation in Panem. She grew up a happy child for those first five years, before her parents began to treat her as an apprentice rather than their daughter. She was drilled with lessons and forced to practice with weapons from the age of five, and within two years her parents sent her out into the field. Her parents sent her out into their field. Mind you, her parents were both serial killers for hire. They were enlisted by the rich trying to eliminate their opposition, or even the government on occasion. Of course, the government secretly enlisted their service and used it as a balance for their crimes, because they couldn’t have serial killers on the loose without some sort of barrier.
Tara began her work in the field, which was often covering up her parents’ tracks, monitoring the communication lines to check for spies, and occasionally getting a kill or two at that age. As she grew, she surpassed her parents’ ability in the field, and her crimes became known throughout the Districts in which she killed. Since her family was paid, they traveled between Districts quite often, almost as if they were a roadshow. Therefore, Tara never really settled in anywhere, and she never really made any friends. Not that, of course, she would have in the first place, but the excuse she uses is that her family moved a lot. As she grew older, and she reached the age of thirteen, her crimes would leak their way into the news of other Districts. The name she was assigned by the press, as in the one they used to call the criminal that committed her crimes, was “The Gunslinger”. Tara never quite understood that name, for she didn’t always use a gun, most of the time she used a knife or poison, but she figured that most of the other killers in Panem didn’t use a gun. When she was reaped in District Seven, she was there for a job for one of the heads of the biggest lumber companies. She was going to take out one of his employees for him, someone who he felt had plots to overthrow him. Unfortunately, Tara was never able to complete his job, for she was thrown into the Games instead.]
Personality ➤
[Tara is an incredibly unique person. She absolutely hates people, which is part of the reason why she kills them for a living. Tara is anti-social, and doesn’t tend to interact with people. However, when she is put in a situation where she must, such as the training center and the Games in general, she is bitter, sarcastic, and overall just a nasty person. She enjoys intimidating other people and isn’t afraid to share about her past or her occupation. She will point out your flaws and tends to act like your typical, b****y Career. The sick part is that she enjoys assuming that role. Her lack of sympathy and general social skills is pretty obvious, but most would generally admit she plays it well. While rude and hostile, Tara's remarks are know to be humorous from time to time. While Tara is rude and sarcastic, she isn't afraid to admit how horrible she is (or how horrible someone else is).]
↳Likes:
✓ weapons
✓ fighting
✓ being right
✓ intimidation
✓ sarcasm
↳Dislikes:
✗ people
✗ being corrected
✗ happiness
✗ getting along
Strengths:
✪ weaponry
✪ stealth
✪ isn’t affected by death or blood
✪ agility (running and climbing - has swam before)
Weaknesses:
❏ social interactions
❏ swimming (isn’t fast, but can do it)
❏ showing mercy
❏ being nice
Mannerisms:
✹ rolling her eyes
✹ biting her lip
✹ sizing people up
✹ thinking of how she would kill someone
✹ picking fights
Relationships➛
⤿Family:
↳[Allison Noir]
Love: 2/10 ♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
❝My mother was nothing to me. I didn’t need her, and she only treated me like an apprentice anyways.❞
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↳[Wess Noir]
Love: 1/10 ♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
❝My father was the same as my mother, except he didn’t even look at me after he had made me what I am.❞
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Games➸
↻Choice of Weapon:
↳While Tara has been taught to kill with many weapons, she loves weapons like knives, that are both short and long range. She has used a gun before, but she only uses guns every so often, and is much more skilled with more traditional weapons, like knives.
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↻Training Center Strategy:
↳Tara doesn’t care about anyone else. If they want to ally with her, fine. She’ll end up killing them later on.
↻Interview Strategy:
↳Tara is not looking forward to the interviews. That’s all you need to know.
↻Bloodbath Strategy:
↳Tara is going to take whatever weapon she can get. Her parents taught her well.
↻Token:
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I was going to do District 4 female, but that one was already taken. My character will work for 5 though, so that will be fine. Name: Terra Byrne
District:5
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Long brown wavy hair, often worn in a bun or braid
Eyes: Brown
Family: Terra was originally born in District 4 to a Hunger Games victor father and fisherman mother, but her mother died in a fishing accident when Terra was a baby. Her dad became a peacekeeper and got relocated to District 5, and since she had no other family to live with, she got to move to 5 with her dad. Her dad is very strict with her as she grows up. Since he was a victor of the games, he expects her to follow in his footsteps and volunteer for the games. He makes her train and exercise daily, but even though he is hard on her he still loves and cares about her. She does not have any siblings.
History: Because of not having much family and always training for the games, Terra does not have many friends. Growing up, people at her school were always polite to her but did not try to get close to her because they found her intimidating and kind of stuck up. She appears like this on the outside, but on the inside she mostly just wants to be liked by people and she is mildly depressed.
Choice of Weapon:
-Whip
-Knives
-Any blunt objects she can get her hands on if she doesn't have any other weapons
Strengths:
-She is really good with a whip, and can take people's limbs off with it in seconds
-Hand to hand combat
-Being intimidating despite her small stature
Weaknesses:
-Large crowds (could be a problem for her during her interview and the tribute parade)
-Dealing with pain
-Scared of heights
Bloodbath Strategy: Grab the first weapons that she can find, killing anyone that gets in her way, and team with the career pack.
Token: Gold spiral ring with a vine pattern
~Other Info~
Sexual orientation: gay
Relationship status: single
Personality: Even though she is secretly slightly depressed and wants to be liked by people, she is also high maintenance and kind of bitchy to people if they give her the wrong impression. This is even more true when she enters into the games.
╠Fυℓℓ Nαмє╣ Tuesday-Roe Clements
↳Nιcᴋηαмє/Aℓιαѕ : More known as Tuesday than Tuesday-Roe
↳Mєαηιηɢѕ αη∂ ρяσηυηcιαᴛισηѕ :
[CHEWZ-day]-English-“Tiu’s Day”
[RO]-American, English-“deer”
[Clem-ents]-English-“merciful”
╠Agє╣ 16 [appears to be 17/18]
↳Dαᴛє σƒ Bιяᴛн : 8th of June
↳Tιмє σƒ Bιяᴛн : 11.00 pm
↳Pℓαcє σƒ Bιяᴛн : Unknown
╠Dιѕтяιcт╣ 10 [Livestock]
↳Pяєƒєяяє∂ Wєαρση(s) : Knives
↳Sυяνιναℓ Sкιℓℓѕ : Hunting • hiding • knife-throwing • starting fires
↳Bℓσσ∂вαᴛн Sᴛяαᴛєgу : Tuesday will grab the closest supplies from the Cornucopia possible. If they are all piled inside or around, she may run in if the coast is absolutely clear. Otherwise she’ll run straight into the landscape and hope some supplies will eventually turn up.
╠Aρρєαяαηcє╣
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↳Fαcє Cℓαιм : Evanna Lynch
↳Hαιя : Curly light blonde hair reaching her chest
↳Eуєѕ : Silvery arctic blue in colour
↳Sᴋιη : Ivory, smooth and unblemished
↳Wєιgнᴛ : 69kg [152 lbs]
↳Hєιgнᴛ : 162 cm [5’4]
╠Pєяѕσηαℓιту╣
• anxious (view spoiler)
• imaginative (view spoiler)
• indignant (view spoiler)
• quirky (view spoiler)
• optimistic (view spoiler)
↳Lιᴋєѕ : reading • music • winter • storms
↳Dιѕℓιᴋєѕ : poverty • the Capitol • Careers • mess
↳Sᴛяєηgᴛнѕ : optimism • lying • making quick decisions • speed
↳Wєαᴋηєѕѕєѕ : anxiety • being alone • trusts others too easily • controlling emotions
╠Hιѕᴛσяу╣ When Tuesday-Roe was born, it was exactly an hour before midnight in District 10. Her father, Rowan, had drifted off in his chair beside his wife’s bed, while she, Emberly, was wide awake and staring at the far wall of the hospital room. Just as the clocked ticked to 11.00 pm, Tuesday took her first breath of Earth’s air.
In her young years, Tuesday lived a disadvantaged but carefree life. Her mother milked the cattle-a job which Tuesday tried herself, and her father was a butcher. Tuesday handled her first proper knife when she was 9; her father taught her how to use it, and soon how to throw it. When she was 10, it was clear she had a knack for throwing knives. Despite the poverty, Peacekeepers and the ever-present threat of the Hunger Games, life was wonderful. But Tuesday’s mother had an unfortunate flaw in her health; a few years before Tuesday’s birth, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Emberly had visited the only therapist in District 10 many times, who had never heard of the condition before. However, with the therapist and the help of her husband, her condition was kept under control. But when Tuesday was 11 years old, something inside her mother simply snapped, unsuspected and unprovoked.
Emberly began talking to seemingly thin air and raving on and on about the spirits inhabiting their home. Tuesday was of course terrified and constantly looking behind her in case a ghost did appear. Rowan tried to take Emberly to the therapist more often but she began refusing, claiming the therapist was a merciless demon. And it wasn’t long before the woman began fearing her own family as well.
She started by avoiding them entirely, staying in the furthest room away from them or leaving the house for extended periods of time. Then she took a more violent approach, trying to kick the family out, trying to injure them. Tuesday grew more and more afraid and hated being her mother’s presence for a long time. Rowan feared more for his daughter’s safety, and shielded her as best he could from his wife. Soon news Emberly’s condition spread through some parts of the District, and the Peacekeepers were terribly concerned.
Tuesday was 13 when her mother reached her peak. She took the most desperate way possible to get rid of her family, and in the dead of night, crept into Tuesday’s bedroom. Emberly quietly straddled her daughter in her bed, rage and anguish contorting her face, and closed her hands over Tuesday’s throat. Then she squeezed. Tuesday thrashed, bit and kicked beneath her mother, screaming and shouting, panic taking over. When Rowan made it to the scene, Tuesday was falling into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw before waking was her father wrenching Emberly to the floor…
In the next three weeks, Emberly was arrested by the Peacekeepers and labelled as a threat to society. She was thrashed in the District square and imprisoned, never to be heard from again. Tuesday would forever be scarred by the incident; she had continuous nightmares of the strangling, and every now and then felt her mother’s hands on her neck. She started having panic attacks which, over time, lessened, but the anxiety stayed on, also coaxed by the threat of the Hunger Games. With Emberly’s absence, Rowan earned less money than before, also due to his grief and depression. The family soon succumbed to worse poverty and, when Tuesday was 15, she realized the only way to support her father was to apply for tesserae. When she was 17, it was ultimately that which reaped her for the Hunger Games.
↳Fαмιℓу :
• Emberly Clements [mother-48-presumed dead]
• Rowan Clements [father-50-alive]
↳Sєxυαℓιᴛу : Heterosexual
↳Cяυѕн : None [to be roleplayed]
↳Rєℓαᴛισηѕнιρ Sᴛαᴛυѕ: Single
╠Oᴛнєя╣ Tuesday’s token is her mother’s old necklace:
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Sway your hand to the music, and conduct the ensemble with grace.
Name: Isadora VanBuren
Pronounced: Ee-za-dora Van-Be-your-en
Nickname: N/A Isadora has always just been Isadora. The children at the orphanage call her Isa but no one else calls her this, much to her disliking.
District: Eight | 8 | Textiles
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
t e c h n i c a l ● d e t a i l s
✮Hair✮ Dark blonde, almost golden, falling down to bellow her bottom, just touching her knees in waves. Usually held up in elaborate braids and plaits
✮Eyes✮ Pale, stormy blue, almost grey
✮Height✮ 5'2
✮Weight✮ 115 lbs
✮Body Type✮ Isadora is slender, but has curves that come from her mother's side of the family.
✮Distinguished Markings✮ N/A
Personality: Isadora is, by far, the most innocent soul you will ever meet. She is gentle and kind; the type of girl who is almost too kind for her own good. She will go out of her way to help others and loves to see smiling faces. She is quite naive, and this can cause her problems from time to time but it also makes her that much more likable-or annoying. Isadora is a compassionate girl who cares for the well being of others, possibly more than herself. She is a delicate type of girl, who can be offended quite easily but will stand up to anyone whom she thinks needs a good, graceful taunt to set them in their place. She is stubborn, almost to the point of indifference but it is what has helped her all these years to survive. Isadora can be fairly shy, and just like a child, she will shy away from new things. But her curiosity always wins over. She is extremely curious and loves the Arts. She can sing well, but no one knows this as she only hums to herself. She hears music almost everywhere, and taught herself to play the piano, using the old one the orphanage had. She would often play bed time songs for the young children. And though she is a young woman, she is almost like a child. She is giddy about the little things and loves to laugh.
Isadora can be oblivious to many things and needs to coaxed into new situations. She is great to have around and will open many eyes to the lingering childish innocence that she has, but, she can be awkward and quirky. But that's just part of her Isadora charm; You'll just have to deal with it.
History: Isadora's history is a sad, pitiful one but she has never known anything different. When she was young, Isadora used to play with all the other children-Until one day she awoke to have her door locked, the windows closed, the blinds shut, and her mother to be gone. One year old Isadora scampered to her window, the only untouched window in the house. She peered outside to see no one outside. It was far too early in the morning to have bustling crowds. Isadora went to go heave herself up onto her small cot. She waited silently, twiddling her thumbs impatiently. Mother would come back. Yes, she would. But as hours past, which soon became days, Isadora's mother had yet to return. Young Isadora now clutched her stomach from the pain of it's emptiness, and yearned to see her mother's face.
Her mother never did return. After screaming until her throat was hoarse, someone finally heard Isadora and got some Peacekeepers to knock down the door. She was taken to the nearest orphanage where she would live the rest of her life in the cramped room for girls. At 14, Isadora had been fiddling around with the old sewing machine they had and was found by one of the women who worked there. It turned out Isadora had a talent when it came to sewing. She was soon put to work as a seamstress, making money for the orphanage. She never really had a home and always felt like a number in the orphanage. Up until she was reaped, Isadora worked hard as a seamstress and gained popularity in the orphanage. She was like a mother to all the children there. She would make dresses for the girls and shorts for the boys. She would also do little concerts for the children, where she would play the piano and sing requested songs from the audience. She enjoyed this but always felt as if she was just some pack mule doing all the work for the orphanage.
Family:
Mother: Anna VanBuren
Father: Unknown, Isa never knew her father.
Siblings: N/A
Choice of Weapon: Um, I don't have one.
Strengths:
-Can sometimes see things others can't; an eye for detail
-Good at making friends
-Can think on the spot
Weaknesses:
-Is tiny in height
-Oblivious and naive
-No knowledge of weaponry
Bloodbath Strategy: Get supplies, run as fast as possible to safety.
Token:
Music helps me escape, it helps me to cope.
Name: Silver Ellison
Gender: Female
Age: 18
District: 2
Apperance:
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Named after her piercing, stormy grey eyes, Silver is the image of sophistication. Being 5'8 and 135 pounds, she towers over the smaller and weaker tributes. Her muscles are defined and toned, skin tanned yet far from flawless. Wavy, dirty blonde hair cascade's over her shoulders and down to her ribs. Every move she makes is purposeful and directly to the point, never diverting from the goal at hand. No one has seen a smile on her face on ages. Her face is always unreadable, making her actions and intension's unpredictable behind the never changing death-stare. Piercing are found all over her body; Ears, nose, lips, belly. Tattoo's of various things litter her porcelain skin, most of them meaningless to the unknowing eye. Scars and burn-marks are noticible if you look close enough. One look at Silver is enough to scare even the strongest of people away for good.
Personality:
Hardened. Dark. Reserved. Intimidating. Confident.
These words are the very thoughts that scream in your mind the second you lay your eyes on Silver. She stalks around with an atmosphere that makes you feel so very far beneath her. No one could possibly be stupid enough to think that she is not a career. The way she carries herself is as if she is above anyone and everyone, so far so that she can smash it all under her foot with a single glance. No one would dare get in her way. Her aroma makes it very hard for her to find friends, not that she wants them anyways. Her social skills have always lacked, and it takes a very deticated person to get a conversation out of her. If you ask, she's arrogant. If you try, she's excluding. If you tease, she's furious. If you poke, she's angry. And if you insult, you dare insult, she's a living nightmare.
Though Silver always seems serious and unyielding, take the time to uncrack her shell and you just may find the treasures that lie inside.
History:
Silver's history is so dark, so pitch black, that peering into the past may never let you back out alive.
Her story began before she was even born. Her parent's were starcrossed lovers; Father, the leader of the biggest gang in all of District 2, and Mother, an innocent nurse who worked on wounded soldiers. Their path's crossed, and soon there was Silver, named at birth after not only her eyes, but by the fact that she was the Silver lining on their little cloud of perfection. She lived a well-off life for the first 13 years; Learning her mother's trade while her father brought in more cash then they could possibly spend. School was enjoyable and her friends were her whole life. Somehow, someway, she was always happy. Her parents even had another son in their prime of their life. Her father was her rolemodel, despite his ill trade. Over the years he began to teach her his ways, showing her concepts such as self defence and walking within the shadows.
It was a perfect until she was kidnapped.
When you are in the underground gang buisness, there is always someone who wants to ruin your life. In order to destroy Silver's dad, a rival gang leader to his daughter as compensation. For one whole year of her life she was put through literal hell. Torture, rape, drugs, abuse. She was even trained and forced to go one robberies and murder missions for her captors. All the meanwhile, her parents did all they could to get her home; He payed the men, pleaded, even ran several rescue mission attempts that were failures.
In the end, it wasn't her dad's efforts that brought her freedom, but her own cleverness. Realizing their was no hope for rescue, she formulated a devious plan. Using nothing more then her smarts, her nimble body, and a shower rod, Siver managed to escape her confinement and find her way back home... To a house up in flames and mother screaming inside. Somehow, word of her escape had spread through the gossip web, and an ally of her captors had put an end to the family home. She tried, tried very hard to rescue her mother and brother, but it was all to late by the time she got to them. Silver lay in the ashes, cluching her brother's burt body to her chest as flames danced around them in the moonlight.
The next days were a blur in her memoy. She remembered being drug from the house by a
neighbor, being taken by the police, and waking in a training center for trouble kids who were there to learn to be careers. Having nowhere else to go, she remined under their watchful eye. Come on... This place couldn't be nearly as bad as where she had been for the past year... But she was somewhat wrong. The method's used by her trainers were fairly... unorthodox. Poor preformance was met by a wip. Displeasure was meg with a belt. Fear was driven into the hearts of the trainee's, along with a mad hunger for blood. It was a new kind of hell that she endured for many more years. Tatto's and piercings covered her scars and burns, a never-fading mask hiding her troubled past. She learned to put 100% of her time and effort into training to one day leave the place, but continue to live another life.
For some time, she believed her father would one day show up and rescue her from this awful place. But her father was never seen again. In the end, she was left to the hand's of her new captors... And the only escape from these ones was volenteering for the games.
Family:
-Mother... {Dead}
-Father... {Unknown}
-Brother... {Dead}
Strategy: Silver plans to enter the arena with a confidence that no other tribute could ever muster. She plans on taking whatever she wants from the cornucopia by whatever means necessary. She also knows that whatever allies she wants, she will get. Killing other's will not be an issue, as she has killed many already in her past. All in all, she plans on doing whatever it takes to make it out alive.
Strengths:
---Secrecy
---Axes
---Knives
---Strength
---Remaining focused
---Nursing and Health
---Problem Solving
---Not Getting Attached
---Stealth/Camo
Weaknesses:
---Social Skills
---Making Friends
---Bows and arrows
---Swimming
---Controling her emotions
---Plant Identification
Weapon of Choice: Any kind of Axe or throwing kinfe. She also prefes Short swords or daggers.
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District Token: A single, burnt coin that was in her pocket when she was in her burning home. She now keeps it on a braclet.
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Other: I was hoping somehow she could have a relationship with someone:)
Name: Joslin DunnNickname: Joss
District: 12
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Personality: Joslin is a very shy 12 year old boy. He has a few friends back home, but he mostly keeps to himself. He is really quiet, but also really smart. When he got reaped for the games, he knew his life was over and that he didn't have a chance of winning. He doesn't have any physical strengths, all of his strengths are mental strengths.
History: Joslin grew up to a poor family in the seam. He sometimes has had to go without food which has made him weak, but his family does the best they can. He grew up with the bare minimum, but has always taken great pride in knowledge. Some of the bigger kids liked to make fun of him at school, but he knew how to hide from them and be a wallflower.
Family: His father is a miner and his mom sells stuff in the hob during the day to try to feed their family. Joslin has two younger twin sisters, both of whom are really loud. This annoys Joslin at times, but he still loves them.
Choice of Weapon: Joslin doesn't have any experience with weapons, so he doesn't know what he would be good at.
Strengths: Intellectual stuff, noticing things others wouldn't notice.
Weaknesses: Not a fast runner, and no knowledge of weapons or how to use them.
Bloodbath Strategy: Run away from the cornucopia as soon as the bell chimes and hope nobody kills him. If he makes it out of the bloodbath he plans on hiding the whole time. He has went without food before so not eating in the arena wouldn't be a problem for him.
Token:
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ＦＩＲＳＴ ＮＡＭＥ: Ian
ＭＩＤＤＬＥ ＮＡＭＥ: Marco
ＬＡＳＴ ＮＡＭＥ: Slade
ＤＡＴＥ ＯＦ ＢＩＲＴＨ: September 29
ZＯＤＩＡＣ: Libra
ＡＧＥ: 18
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ: Male
ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ: One
ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ:
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ＦＡＣＥ ＣＬＡＩＭ: Dave Franco
ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ:
ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＲ: Brown
ＨＡＩＲ ＣＯＬＯＲ: Brownish-gold
ＨＥＩＧＨＴ: 5’11
ＷＥＩＧＨＴ: 139 lbs.
ＭＡＲＫＩＮＧＳ/ＴＡＴＴＯＯＳ: None
ＣＨＯＩＣＥ ＯＦ ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ:
ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＩＳＴＩＣ ＴＲＡＩＴＳ/ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ:
Ian is a little bit crazy. He is naturally very lighthearted, and likes a good practical joke when he can pull one without really hurting people. He is social, and often very popular with crowds. He has a brilliance about him. It draws people to him and draws them in. He has an off switch though. In an instant he can stop being himself and become someone else, a character. He often does this to get out of his own skin, because underneath it all, he has always been too worried about everything. He seeks acceptance, mostly from his parents and authority figures in his life. It makes him so much more dependent on the crowds he plays for. He needs their approval as it drives him.
Ian likes to argue, loves nature and holds fierce ambitions. He is deeply interested in music and art. He has great wisdom and is very compassionate towards the weak. You will never know when a Ian is profoundly hurt. He hides his deepest emotions behind a veil of humor. The humor may be warm and innocent or cold and ruthless. However, it is sure to be a mask for some other emotion, more often than not. Even so, he hides behind a sarcastic veil, wishing his true emotions not to be revealed. Ian hates feeling vulnerable and will snap at whoever tries to unhinge him. He is very defensive and tends to assume things before someone tries to explain situations to him. He is known to hold grudges for very long periods of time and does not forgive easily. It is best not to hurt him; otherwise he will plan his revenge and strike back ten times harder. He can be very benevolent and gentle to those who understand him and fight for the ones he loves.
ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ:
Even at the time that Ian was small, he had always been trying to get the attention of others. There was something in his toddler brain that enforced him to act out and scour around for the attention that he thrived off of. From the ripe age of four, he had already gotten himself into enough trouble that would have gotten anyone older than him arrested. But because he was young and it seemed like an innocent act of a baby, no alarms were made. He had managed to somehow slip a gold chain off of the heavy wrist of a full woman who always visited his family’s house. It was strange how easily he had done it because the women's wrist was so thick and the chain stuck to her skin. At one moment, the elderly lady had been draped across his family living room sofa dangling and showing off to his mother what she had been gifted from her rich husband. The next, the women was hysterical, frantically wailing out that her chain was missing from view. His mother scolded him thoroughly once the two stumbled upon him tugging and twisting at the golden material all while mashing it with the colorful mess of Play-Dough that his mother had recently bought for him. That was the last time that women ever visited their home.
When he turned the age of seven, his mother was nine months pregnant and was ready to give birth to his younger sister. They could not afford a car and the buses were no longer going through the streets at this time. Of course, this was all a matter of pride for his family. Whether to reveal the fact that his family perhaps had lost their money or safely transporting his mother to medical care while she was in labor was a decision not on his part. His mother was in too much pain to even lift herself up. This was the start of Ian's first time of playing doctor. While his mother cried out desperately, Ian was doing everything he could to make her comfortable and help her. After all the agonizing pain, his little sister, Lena, was born. It wasn't over though. His mother was too tired and quickly fell asleep soon after the birthing. Ian was left to fend for himself and the baby once it had been handed over to him. It was him who had named her and it was him who had taken care of her until her mother was strong enough. It was a very exciting game of doctor for him.
As he grew older, in his teenager years, Ian grew more accustomed to staying out of the house. His mother was more aggressive and irritated whenever he was around. Apparently, his boisterous attitude sickened him. He should be working, getting money for the family! While he did feel the responsibility of the family on his shoulders, he could do the things he wanted while earning money for his family. The family had gotten back on their feet after their little economic trouble dwindling in the past few years. As of now, he felt that they had reasonably returned to their previous state in the growing empire. Mostly born and raised in a filthy rich family, Ian was given all the luxuries he could ever want in District One. Secluded directly to everything confined in his district, he was quite oblivious to all the things going on in the other districts. The Games were a big deal in the family considering his grandfather was an all time favorite champion in the Capitol's eyes. His grandfather trained his father hard and his father did the same with him. The same exercises and punishments were given out to each and every one of them. His family was highly respected among the rest of District Two residents. The Capitol held the family in their mind as well because of their respectable reputation and honorable contributions to aiding in the next Games as well as providing finance for them. His home life and his public life were two very different things. While everyone saw him as quite a cheerful child, keen on having a good time wherever he went, the truth was that he was just as hard and cold as any other whom had to endure the torture of training for the Hunger Games. Ian could pretend that he didn't care about everything, and he was quite good at it. Punishments and procedures were held daily and by the end of the day, a fresh wound would be open across of his skin. In order to help their family's reputation, he would display a very different opinion, playing the golden boy in return of becoming a boy that supposedly deserved the title of being a victor.
ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ: None
ＦＯＲＭＥＲ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ: Couple flings
ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ: Heterosexual, but is open to experimenting
ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰ ＳＴＡＴＵＳ: Single
ＣＲＵＳＨ: TBD
ＦＡＭＩＬＹ:
{ＭＯＴＨＥＲ} Laurel Slade
{ＦＡＴＨＥＲ} Peter Slade
{ＢＲＯＴＨＥＲ} Jack Slade
ＩＮＴＥＲＥＳＴＳ/ＬＩＫＥＳ:
°Running
°Music
°Guitar
°Cats
°Children
ＤＩＳＩＮＴＥＲＥＳＴＳ/ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ:
°Fish
°Pollen
°Sneezing
°Clingy people
°His father
ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨＳ:
Throughout his studies and training, Ian has learned to perfect his skills in using a sword, spear, and several different types of knives and daggers. He can be quite charming and persuasive when speaking to others, giving him an advantage over others.
ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳＥＳ:
Never in his life has Jace held a bow or an ax. Both weapons are completely foreign to him and he has absolutely no desire to learn how to use them. Despite his facade holding abilities, he is a weakling when it comes to innocence. If a female or a child showed him genuine compassion and innocence, he was a goner.
ＢＬＯＯＤＢＡＴＨ ＳＴＲＡＴＥＧＹ:
Ian plans to play it strong and mighty, grabbing the weapon of his choice, knocking a few tributes down on the way and claiming the best shelter in the arena to himself with hopefully a hunting party of Careers.
ＴＯＫＥＮ: None
message 9:
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░I░Y░A░N░A░-“ᴰᵒʷᶰ ᶤᶳ ᵘᵖ˒ ᵘᵖ ᶤᶳ ᵈᵒʷᶰˑ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᶤᶳ ᵂᶤᶜᵏᵉᵈ˒ ᵂᶤᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶤᶳ ᴳᵒᵒᵈˑ ᵀʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉᶳ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᶤᶰᵍˑ ᵀʰᶤᶳ ᶤᶳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴼᶻ ʰᵃᶳ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒˑ”⁻ᴰᵒʳᵒᵗʰʸ ᴹᵘᶳᵗ ᴰᶤᵉ
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Name Ciara EdennicknameCia
district12
age13
apperance
personality: Cia has a lot of attitude and most of the time she says what's on her mind. hat's why she can never keep a friend for at least a day. She is very active and is one of the fastest in her grade. When she got reaped for the game, the first thing she thought of is getting an alliance.
history: Cia grew up as the youngest of her 3 brothers. It was hard to live with many brothers since she never really liked what they did. she was never bullied because all the other kids are afraid of her.
family Her father is miner and her mother is a baker. Her oldest brother is 16, the second oldest is 15 and the youngest is 14.
Choice of weapon: Ciara is really quick so she would do best with daggers. She also has good aim so she would do fine with throwing knifes.
strengths: really fast so people can't catch her and is good at hiding.
weakness: She can swim but not that fast, heights and is claustrophobic.
blood bath strategy: Either run for dagger( if there are any) or just run and hide.
token
Beck Dylan~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
First Name: Beck
Middle Name: - Marina
Last Name: Dylan
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
District: 4
Age: 19
Appearance:
<.img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Hair Colour: blue
Eye Colour: bright blue
Skin Tone: white
Weight: 150kg
Height: 5ft 10
Distinguishable Markings: bright blue hair.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Personality: arrogance is one of her talents. The victor of district four! It sounds important and important she will make it. She plans to win and her confidence will let her do that. Yes, she's athletic, yes she's brave, yes she can do anything she sets her mind to. Beck Dylan is in it to win it.
Pet Peeves: weak people
Likes: swimming, fighting
Dislikes: people who whine.
History:
Beck has been raised to win the games her whole life. Her mother spent all of her free moments teaching her, so by the time she was 7 it was clear she should be trained with the elites. She quickly climbed her way to the top, and is stringer and faster than a lot of the boys her age. Her parents are quite strict but she's an elite. They have to be.
Family:
Mother: Aria Dylan - 38 - elite career trainer.
Father: Perseus Dylan - 40 - council member.
Brother: n/a
Sister: n/a
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Past/Current Relationships: Multiple ones, but they were never serious.
Past/Current Occupations: she trains full time for the games.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Thoughts on the Games: yeah. They're okay. A good way to show her skills and kick some butt.
Reaping: she volunteered because out of her elite class she'd been chosen to represent the district. This was because she was the best. It made no difference who was reaped first or not.
Strategy in the Training Centre: make allies, scare the other tributes if possible.
Strategy during interview with Caesar Flickerman: she will let all the sponsers know that this is what she was made to do. She can here to win it, and win it she shall.
Strategy for the Bloodbath and Arena: grab the weapon she wants most and some supplies, kill a tribute or two.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Fears:
Losing the games - she's trained her whole life to win them, losing would be a wasted life. And humiliating.
Ants - they're horrible, they scuttle everywhere and into everything.
Electricity - if you're in water it will electrocute you.
Strengths:
- fighting
- strength
- speed
- swimming
- surviving.
Weaknesses:
- arrogance.
- lives a bit dangerously.
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
Choice of Weapon: trident
Token: no token. Who needs luck when they have pure talent and skill?
~~~~~~~☆★~~~~~~~
[ ♛ name :: delilah serente
[ ♛ nickname :: delia ( friends ) lilah ( family )
[ ♛ district :: one ( luxury )
[ ♛ age :: seventeen
[ ♛ gender :: female
▹ cinnamon hair
▹ jade eyes
▹ in between pale and tanned
▹ stands at five'seven
▹ weighs one hundred twenty seven pounds
[ ♛ personality ::
On the outside, Delilah Serente is sweet as they come. She has this delicate, charming, I'll believe in you, air about her that makes people flock to her. In school, her middle name was popularity. Loyal and faithful, even the shyest person can will the nerve to hang out or talk to her. She has outstanding people skills and can make anyone feel comfortable in any circumstances. Delicate, beautiful, she has boyfriends too. Not dating boyfriends, more friends that happen to be boys. If you look up perfect in the dictionary, you see a picture of Delilah Serente.
On the inside Delilah is a killing machine. People may think that her fighting skills and such come to her naturally but in truth during training sessions she absorbs all of the words the instructors say and makes herself memorize them. She doesn't have time for other people's mistakes and when someone might mess up at an algebra problem, she'll laugh and say its okay, but on the inside she's a bubbling over pot of boiling water. Ready to explode. A perfectionist, everything has to be perfect. Perfect as her. Delilah knows she isn't near perfect but its not as though that's going to slip.
The Captiol's darling is a killing machine.
[ ♛ history ::Because her dad was a well known and rich jeweler, Delilah Serente and her two other sisters got special trinkets daily. True, she loved her diamonds and sea glass, but secretly her favorite gift was her token; a zipper fashioned anklet. When her father wasn't working, her family was having a party. A ball. The Serente parties were much known across the Capitol and District One. If you weren't invited to one, you were ashamed. This was probably one reason Delilah was so popular in school.
Up till Seventh Grade, Delilah was actually sweet. Nice. Kind. Then she met Asher France. Asher... well, her parents didn't approve. And so they ordered her to kill him. A good training exercise and will put you ahead in your classes, her parents said. Twelve year old Delilah was heartbroken. She was young, but knew love. Not wanting to disappoint her parents and become one of the very common kids who were whipped by family, she took Asher out to lunch one June morning. After the lunch she took him out to her mansion rooftop, and with one swift movement slit his throat with a knife she had hidden beneath her skirt strapped onto her thighs.
After that, Delilah Serente become horrid. Became a cruel person inside and was filled with ire and hatred for living. But she would not kill herself; that would shame her family and she knew what social status meant in One; everything. In her thirteenth year she started her gymnastics career, quickly racing to the top of the rankings. Soon her name was known everywhere. When she volunteered, people were more speculating over who would replace her as number one if she were to die and what would happen to her family who had worked so hard to raise such a darling. Nobody was actually thinking of her, they were thinking of the smaller things that made up her life.
As usual, little was expected of everyone else, but everything was expected of Delilah.
And then there was the matter of her older sister Natalia. Oh, why did everyone love her so? Because she was so much better than Delilah. Natalia was a free bird that flaunted her freedom and Delilah was caged in surrounded by bars. One night later, she slipped a poison she stole from her training academy into Natalia's drink without anyone seeing and ta da! The girl was dead.
[ ♛ family ::
( father :: Benjamin Serente
( mother :: Alexandra Serente (nee Josephe )( sister :: Natalia Serente
( herself :: Delilah Serente
[ ♛ choice of weapon :: sword
[ ♛ strengths ::
▹ excellent weaponry knowledge
▹ natural leader
▹ charming
[ ♛ weaknesses ::
▹ tendency to act before thinking
▹ impatience
▹ not an excellent healer
[ ♛ bloodbath strategy :: kill tributes, get an abundance of supplies
[ ♛ token ]
message 12:
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Mel, i have an unhealthy obsession with jesse rutherford
(last edited Apr 20, 2015 10:13AM)
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Mod
First Name: Ica
Pronounced: Ice-a
Last Name: White
Age: 17
Time of Birth: 12:00pm
Place of Birth: Hospital
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Date of Birth: July 21st
Gender: Male
District: Four
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 147lbs
Height: 5' 7"
Distinguishable Markings: None
Personality:
"I don't care, okay? I don't care what you have to say, I don't care what you think of me. I don't care." To be honest, Ica couldn't care less. He has grown up knowing not to care, and has realized that most friendships don't last. He can be cold and mean towards people, but he can loosen up and become friends if they realize that it takes a while for him..
Pet Peeves:
●People biting their lips
●Fakeness
Habits:
■Rolling his eyes
■Sarcasm
History:
It's the typical "my mum and dad didn't want a child but oops they've got me and then they didn't want a boy, they wanted a girl and oh look they have one and now they're going to ignore me while they are fond of my little sister" story with Ica. That's it. He's not telling you any more.
Family:
Mother: Damela White, 43
"As if she bothered to take care of me. If she did, then I wouldn't be in this mess, would I?"
Love: 2/10 ♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
-She worked down by the lake, collecting fish to sell
-She never loved her son and always neglected him
(view spoiler)
Father: Smith White, 47
"He was nicer than my mother but still obviously didn't like me, yet I never even spoke to him."
Love: 3/10 ♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
-Skinned fish for a living
-Held a grudge against his son
(view spoiler)
Sister: Cecelia White, 14
"Okay, so she was too young to help in any way, but I think she sided on my mum and dad's side more than mine.."
Love: 4/10 ♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡
-Helped her mother with the fishing
-Preferred her parents to her brother, even though they shouted at her a lot
(view spoiler)
Past/Current Relationships: None
Relationship status: Single
Crush: TBD
Past/Current Occupations: Working down by the lake, student
Thoughts on the Games: "They are a waste of time. Why have 24 girls and boys come to kill each other just for fun? No parent wants to watch their child get murdered. Well, maybe mine, they hate me.."
Strategy in the Training Center: Try and make allies; preferably 2-3, but more would be great. Show that he's a nice guy but can be bad, and try to speak to every tribute.
Strategy during interview with Caesar Flickerman: Make a few jokes, make sure the Capitol like him
Strategy for the Bloodbath and Arena: Get a trident or any weapon he knows how to use, then run
Fears:
♡Being attached to someone and not able to let go
Strengths:
▲Knot tying
▲Swimming
▲Running
▲He couldn't care less what people thought of him
Weaknesses:
△Being kind
△He uses sarcasm too much
△Heights
Choice of Weapon: Trident
Token: None. No-one cared about Ica enough to give him something for him to remember home by.
Mod
Sorry I couldn't find the face claim thread but here goes....
Name: Earl Gwlad
District: 2 (Masonry)
Age: 17, ten months till he's 18.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
If that didn't work, the link to the picture is here: http://s3.favim.com/610/41/Favim.com-...
This is just a photo from google images, I'm not trying to steal anyone's face or photo etc... basically, this photo doesn't belong to me.
Earl has dark brown hair that was cut at home using his favourite knife. He has charcoal grey eyes, similar to those that are characteristic of district 12. His nose is crooked from many breaks, along with a few cracked teeth from where he's broken his jaw. His lips are chapped but surprisingly pink, along with a very square jaw line.
He's just under six foot tall, weighing almost 90kg due to a considerable amount of muscle combined with an abundance of food.
When he's not wearing his work uniform he's usually wearing jogging bottoms and hoodies made from expensive cotton to show off his families wealth.
Personality: Earl is very quiet, he doesn't like to interact with others except when working, this includes his family. One the rare occasion that he speaks it is generally monosyllabic answers.
Although Earl is something of a recluse, he understands how to lead and how to work as a team a lot better than the majority of children his age.
He also tends to feel very passionately, when he discovers something that he likes he becomes obsessed with it, excitedly thinking of nothing else, until one day without warning, grows tired of it; when he finds something that he dislikes he will hold a grudge against it for the rest of his life.
History: 40 years ago, Earl's grandparents worked in district twelve as the resident smith and engineer. The peacekeepers, after discovering the high quality of their work, arranged for them to be transferred into district two to make unique weaponry specifically for the arenas.
Earl himself was occasionally bullied for his physical resemblance to the paupers of district twelve, however, this never lasted very long for Earl had discovered violence at a very young age. This lead to his school eventually excluding him for smashing the spine of one of his class mates, causing them to be paralysed from the waist down.
Earl was trained by his mother ever since to become the next blacksmith for the arena. His father took it upon himself to show Earl how to channel his anger into physical exercise, building up a lot of muscle and strength.
Other than knowing how to use the weapons he makes, Earl has no experience with combat besides the infrequent fight with a local career.
He did not volunteer to go into the arena, rather his name was chosen and the district two escort hurried the ceremony along too quickly for any of the careers to volunteer like usual.
Family: Earl's father is from district two, however his mother was born in district twelve before she moved to district two at the age of eight. They have been married for twenty six years.
Earl has three brothers and a sister.
In order of age they go : Evaline (twenty four), Edward (twenty one), Elijah (nineteen), Earl (Seventeen) and Eathan (Thirteen).
All of his grandparents have passed away, and his father's brother died in a building accident whilst bricklaying seven years ago.
Earl's family is extremely rich as his mother is the main blacksmith for the arena and his father is a retired peacekeeper who worked in the Capitol.
Choice of weapon: Knife, as these are the weapons he is most familiar with making.
Strengths: He has a vast knowledge of weaponry and how they can be used. He also has a lot of muscle which adds to his already impressive strength. Years of observing people from the sidelines has made Earl very keen at estimating characters and personalities. Due to working with his siblings on larger projects, he is very good at working in a team and has a great sense of leadership, however quiet he may be.
Weaknesses: His emotions are usually the control of his actions. He has very little training in combat. His average appearance and secluded personality are unlikely to gain him any sponsers.
Bloodbath strategy: His muscle should be enough to barge his way towards the knives, which are likely to not be that close to the cornucopia, if he can get closer before other people arrive he will also try to get a short sword and an axe. If he doesn't go for any supplies or heavy weaponry he will out of the way of the majority of the bloodbath. Also, the majority of tributes are likely to mistake him for a career. If he can form alliances in the training centre he will.
Token: A piece of the engraved handle from the first knife he ever made, the metal edges have been sanded down so that they cannot cause any harm. This is tied onto a bracelet.
- Megan x
Name: Earl Gwlad
District: 2 (Masonry)
Age: 17, ten months till he's 18.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
If that didn't work, the link to the picture is here: http://s3.favim.com/610/41/Favim.com-...
This is just a photo from google images, I'm not trying to steal anyone's face or photo etc... basically, this photo doesn't belong to me.
Earl has dark brown hair that was cut at home using his favourite knife. He has charcoal grey eyes, similar to those that are characteristic of district 12. His nose is crooked from many breaks, along with a few cracked teeth from where he's broken his jaw. His lips are chapped but surprisingly pink, along with a very square jaw line.
He's just under six foot tall, weighing almost 90kg due to a considerable amount of muscle combined with an abundance of food.
When he's not wearing his work uniform he's usually wearing jogging bottoms and hoodies made from expensive cotton to show off his families wealth.
Personality: Earl is very quiet, he doesn't like to interact with others except when working, this includes his family. One the rare occasion that he speaks it is generally monosyllabic answers.
Although Earl is something of a recluse, he understands how to lead and how to work as a team a lot better than the majority of children his age.
He also tends to feel very passionately, when he discovers something that he likes he becomes obsessed with it, excitedly thinking of nothing else, until one day without warning, grows tired of it; when he finds something that he dislikes he will hold a grudge against it for the rest of his life.
History: 40 years ago, Earl's grandparents worked in district twelve as the resident smith and engineer. The peacekeepers, after discovering the high quality of their work, arranged for them to be transferred into district two to make unique weaponry specifically for the arenas.
Earl himself was occasionally bullied for his physical resemblance to the paupers of district twelve, however, this never lasted very long for Earl had discovered violence at a very young age. This lead to his school eventually excluding him for smashing the spine of one of his class mates, causing them to be paralysed from the waist down.
Earl was trained by his mother ever since to become the next blacksmith for the arena. His father took it upon himself to show Earl how to channel his anger into physical exercise, building up a lot of muscle and strength.
Other than knowing how to use the weapons he makes, Earl has no experience with combat besides the infrequent fight with a local career.
He did not volunteer to go into the arena, rather his name was chosen and the district two escort hurried the ceremony along too quickly for any of the careers to volunteer like usual.
Family: Earl's father is from district two, however his mother was born in district twelve before she moved to district two at the age of eight. They have been married for twenty six years.
Earl has three brothers and a sister.
In order of age they go : Evaline (twenty four), Edward (twenty one), Elijah (nineteen), Earl (Seventeen) and Eathan (Thirteen).
All of his grandparents have passed away, and his father's brother died in a building accident whilst bricklaying seven years ago.
Earl's family is extremely rich as his mother is the main blacksmith for the arena and his father is a retired peacekeeper who worked in the Capitol.
Choice of weapon: Knife, as these are the weapons he is most familiar with making.
Strengths: He has a vast knowledge of weaponry and how they can be used. He also has a lot of muscle which adds to his already impressive strength. Years of observing people from the sidelines has made Earl very keen at estimating characters and personalities. Due to working with his siblings on larger projects, he is very good at working in a team and has a great sense of leadership, however quiet he may be.
Weaknesses: His emotions are usually the control of his actions. He has very little training in combat. His average appearance and secluded personality are unlikely to gain him any sponsers.
Bloodbath strategy: His muscle should be enough to barge his way towards the knives, which are likely to not be that close to the cornucopia, if he can get closer before other people arrive he will also try to get a short sword and an axe. If he doesn't go for any supplies or heavy weaponry he will out of the way of the majority of the bloodbath. Also, the majority of tributes are likely to mistake him for a career. If he can form alliances in the training centre he will.
Token: A piece of the engraved handle from the first knife he ever made, the metal edges have been sanded down so that they cannot cause any harm. This is tied onto a bracelet.
- Megan x
I'm really sorry, but some things have come up, meaning I can't be active on here like I want to be, so I'm going to have to drop out. Maybe the next arena?
Thanks a lot though, I'll read all about the third arena when I can.
Good luck to you all tributes :)
Thanks a lot though, I'll read all about the third arena when I can.
Good luck to you all tributes :)
Name: Bronnston ReevesNickname: Bronn
District: 7
Age: 15
Gender: male
Appearance: <.img src=http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/F%C3%ADli_... width=40 height=100./>
I'm the one on the right side.
Personality: I work making paper in district seven for the books. Mostly we print propoganda works but we also print some books from long ago. I've read many of those. The ideas in some of them would startle the President if he knew humans could act against their leaders in such ways... I'm sick of our society. The only reason I got "reaped" was because how many times I'd signed up for extra food. I have a big family but I'm sorta the black sheep. I don't look anything like my family. Where most of them have sandy blond hair, I have dark long hair. I like sticking up for those people who are different because I know how it feels not to fit in. No matter what happens in the games I don't care. My place is neither here in my district nor in the games.
History: I found out as I was about to leave to go to the capital that my parents weren't truly blood. My real parents were rebels on the way to 13 who his me here before they were caught... I read a lot. People don't really get me. I think in antiquated notions that I got from authors like Orwell or Adams... You dunno who I'm talking about though... I forget that not everyone gets to see these texts like I do thanks to my job.
Family: like I said, I have a large family. Four brothers and three sisters. My father is Tyler Reeves. He works as a lumberjack. My mom is Catelyn Reeves. She died long ago to wood fever. They say when enough dust from the mills gets into your lungs, one day you drop dead...
Weapon of Choice: definitely my tomahawk...
Weaknesses: I'm not very social because I just dunno how to be. I never had many friends growing up because I was always absorbed in my books.
Strengths: I'm very clever. I have decent physical strength but my true virtue lies in my mind. I love logic puzzles and analyzing people and situations.
Blood bath strategy: get the heck outta there. Like I said I'm an analyst. Let the walking targets pick each other off. If you have a brain at all you bide your time. Well that is unless you're a career. They run less risk than us little guys. Ha can't wait to see one of us little guys turn out to be a big one and give the careers a run for their money. The key is getting the goodies at the cornucopia and keeping it. But if you can't do that then you have to wait until the careers get careless. Then you can really have some fun.
Token: an ankh. I read it was something called an Egyptian's cross. It's supposed to symbolize life or something. I hope I'm right. Need all the lives I can get plus the cat's nine...
Name: Arlo VaughnNickname: Arlo
District: 6
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'10
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Somewhat lanky but slightly muscular
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skin: Fair
Personality: Arlo is an outcast and prefers to spend most of his time alone. While he is not naturally mean and does not like to pick fights with people, he has an angry temper that will be turned on like a light switch if you give him a bad impression. Since he has not had many friends growing up, he is socially awkward and doesn't know what to say to new people. The only way he would consider being someone's friend or ally is if they gave him a really good first impression and could prove that they aren't just out to hurt him.
History: Arlo grew up in District 6 to parents that were morphling addicts. They didn't care about anything but getting high, so he was left to take care of him and his sister. He had to pick up a job at the age of 14 building cars and train parts at district 6's workshop in order to feed him and his family and keep a roof over their head, so he didn't get to finish school. Since he is working most of the time, he does not have a social life and keeps to himself when he is not working. When he got reaped for the games, he knew his family would be in trouble financially if he ended up dying. He plans on trying his absolute hardest to keep himself alive in the arena because he knows that if he dies, his sister and parents won't have any income without Lily having to get tessarae, which would mean her name entered in the tribute pool multiple times. He desperately wants to win so him and his sister never have to worry about food again.
Family:
Mother: Roe Vaughn
Father: Mark Vaughn
Sister: Lily Vaughn (Age 11)
Choice of Weapon: He has no experience or training with weapons, but he knows he is good at hand to hand combat and will try to find another weapon of choice in the training center.
Strengths: Hiding, camoflauge, hand to hand combat.
Weaknesses: Weapons training, not good with people, not a fast runner.
Bloodbath Strategy: Grab the thing nearest to him and flee to somewhere he can hide and wait out the games.
Token: A small wrench he took from his work to remind him in the arena that he has to win the games so he can keep his family fed for the rest of their lives.
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Nickname: Arlo
District: 6
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Height: 5'10
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Somewhat lanky but slightly muscular
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
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[Reserve me Female in District 9?]
Aspyn wrote: "[Reserve me Female in District 9?]"I don't know if you saw or not but it is reserved for you
Um, hi, would you mind if I switch to the District 6 female? Thank you so much. :)
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Switched!
morrigan leclair - district 11 - eighteen years old - female
Morrigan's personality is an interesting thing. She can be really sweet, sensitive and nice at times, but at other times, she can be a cold and deadly force. Her rough past has shaped her to be who she is, and as the days go by, she hates her district even more. Why did eleven have to be one of the poorest? It was stupid, plain stupid. Sometimes she'll be in a good mood and everything is rainbows and sunshine (well, not really, but she'll act that way), but other times, she wants to die. Life is a battle, and she doesn't think that she'll win.
Her history is even stranger than her personality is. She was born to a family of only her mother, Lily, and father, William, but she later learned she had a sister that starved to death before she was born. How nice. Her family was a bit more stable than before, but they worked sixteen hours a day so she never saw them. They wanted to provide for Morrigan, but she ended up not really wanting to eat the food she got since she always ate alone. Of course she was very grateful for it, so she always ate every bit. She was still quite thin since the food was tasteless and didn't fill her at all. It would be much better if she could actually eat with a family, though.
As the years went by, things got worse and worse. Her one and only friend died of causes she hadn't been told, her mother got sick and couldn't work, and her food supply decreased dramatically. Morrigan told her mother she could start working for some money, but she refused and wanted her to stay in school. She became even thinner and fatigue even easier, but she managed to live. When she was fourteen and in total misery, she stood at the reaping, hoping that she may possibly be chosen. It would be a quick path out of the hell that held her captive. She wasn't chosen, but decided that she would train herself, then volunteer when she was eighteen. A perfect plan.
Everyday after school, Morrigan practiced running, hiding, climbing, and even made her own bow and arrow to practice with, since she thought that would be the best weapon. She could shoot from a far and in a tree. Perfect. When she was eighteen and at the reaping, she volunteered, surprising everyone she knew. She didn't cry, and just decided to forget about her past life in family. They were never with her anyway.
Her token is a small bracelet that has a sharp edge that couldn't damage a human but maybe could used to cut a small object (she may throw it out though, she hates her district already). Her bloodbath strategy is to run away from the cornucopia and to a safe place. She would make a bow and arrow of the land and kill someone to take their supplies.bow & arrows - clever, accurate - sensitive, easily fatigue
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Morrigan's personality is an interesting thing. She can be really sweet, sensitive and nice at times, but at other times, she can be a ..."
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Name: Emberly Spencer
"Shut it. I'll do the talking, got it?"
(view spoiler)
Nickname: Ember
"My idiot parents made us matching. Whoopdie freaking doo for Asher and Emberly, how original. Call me Ember, unless you enjoy the feeling of my hand around your throat, strangling you, 'kay?"
District: 6
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance:
”The Hunger Games aren’t a beauty contest, but the best looking tributes always seem to pull off more sponsors.”
-Suzanne Collins
-Hair
↳Dark brown hair
-medium length.
-Face
↳ Dark brown eyes
↳ Pale
-Body
↳Height: 5’3’
↳ Weight: 102 lbs
Personality traits: [Main]
↳Cynical
↳Stubborn
↳Headstrong
History:
Ember was born in District 6, and spent her life helping on the railroads, with explosives, mechanics, and machines. Lots of them. She lived in the local orphanage. Not because her parents had cliqued-ly died. Nope. Instead, they accidentally had twins, rather than the boy that they wanted. So they kept him, the one they could afford to feed, the one they had wanted, the "Valuable" one, and they cast aside their daughter, letting her figure out her own life at the orphanage. She currently stays in the orphanage after being "returned" by a foster family for not getting along with their daughter. She had tried stowing away on a train to District 4, only to be ratted out by one of her "friends".
Family:
Mother: Tabitha Reece
Love: 1/10
"They didn't do what parents should do, alright? Can we move on, please?"
Father: Seven Spencer
Love: 1/10
"Ditto."
Brother: Asher Spencer
Love: 3/10
"Not his fault, but I can't help but be bitter, alright? And I haven't even met him before."
Pets:
"Of course I don't have pets you idiots. What do I look like, freaking Snow White?"
Technicalities:
Strengths:
✮ Dart guns, small guns, explosives
✮Stealth and speed
✮Mechanics, snares, fires
Weaknesses :
✹Professional weaponry, no real training
✹Strength
✹Killing
Mannerisms:
~Blinks a lot when nervous
~Glares. A lot. When angry.
Bloodbath Strategy:
Surprise 'em. They won't know what hit them.
Token:
(view spoiler)
She took the necklace from one of the trains carrying jewelry to the Capitol years back. It had looked so much prettier than anything she had in her life...
"Shut it. I'll do the talking, got it?"
(view spoiler)
Nickname: Ember
"My idiot parents made us matching. Whoopdie freaking doo for Asher and Emberly, how original. Call me Ember, unless you enjoy the feeling of my hand around your throat, strangling you, 'kay?"
District: 6
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance:
”The Hunger Games aren’t a beauty contest, but the best looking tributes always seem to pull off more sponsors.”
-Suzanne Collins
-Hair
↳Dark brown hair
-medium length.
-Face
↳ Dark brown eyes
↳ Pale
-Body
↳Height: 5’3’
↳ Weight: 102 lbs
Personality traits: [Main]
↳Cynical
↳Stubborn
↳Headstrong
History:
Ember was born in District 6, and spent her life helping on the railroads, with explosives, mechanics, and machines. Lots of them. She lived in the local orphanage. Not because her parents had cliqued-ly died. Nope. Instead, they accidentally had twins, rather than the boy that they wanted. So they kept him, the one they could afford to feed, the one they had wanted, the "Valuable" one, and they cast aside their daughter, letting her figure out her own life at the orphanage. She currently stays in the orphanage after being "returned" by a foster family for not getting along with their daughter. She had tried stowing away on a train to District 4, only to be ratted out by one of her "friends".
Family:
Mother: Tabitha Reece
Love: 1/10
"They didn't do what parents should do, alright? Can we move on, please?"
Father: Seven Spencer
Love: 1/10
"Ditto."
Brother: Asher Spencer
Love: 3/10
"Not his fault, but I can't help but be bitter, alright? And I haven't even met him before."
Pets:
"Of course I don't have pets you idiots. What do I look like, freaking Snow White?"
Technicalities:
Strengths:
✮ Dart guns, small guns, explosives
✮Stealth and speed
✮Mechanics, snares, fires
Weaknesses :
✹Professional weaponry, no real training
✹Strength
✹Killing
Mannerisms:
~Blinks a lot when nervous
~Glares. A lot. When angry.
Bloodbath Strategy:
Surprise 'em. They won't know what hit them.
Token:
(view spoiler)
She took the necklace from one of the trains carrying jewelry to the Capitol years back. It had looked so much prettier than anything she had in her life...
((Sorry, I really don't know where else to put this, but I don't I am going to be a able to be active w/ her^^^^ you can make the District 6 female open & a kill off. And delete this comment and the previous one if necessary. :) My apologies!!! ))
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((Would it be okay if I kept her for now, and see, try to be active? W/ school and stuff, ya know, but if it doesn't work, I can make her a kill off if I can't be active? Sorry for being so indecisive, haha....))
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Hello! And welcome to the first Hunger Games. It will operate like so. You can create a character with the template below as long as the spot (District and gender) doesn't have a tribute that's been created or reserved. Your reservations will last 5 days, and if you haven't created your character by then, it will be up for other people to claim. Please wait to be approved before moving onto the training center. You will know you're approved when a moderator tells you, or when your tribute's (and your) name appears on the roster.
This is what your tribute's profile must include, you are free to add as much as you want.
<.b>Name:<./b>
<.b>Nickname:<./b> (Optional)
<.b>District:<./b>
<.b>Age:<./b>
<.b>Gender:<./b>
<.b>Appearance:<./b> ((Provide a picture and a description please. To add a picture, do <.img src=http://www.goodreads.com/image... width=40 height=100./>, remove the ".", and input your own link, width and height.))
<.b>Personality:<./b>
<.b>History:<./b>
<.b>Family:<./b>
<.b>Choice of Weapon:<./b>
<.b>Strengths:<./b>
<.b>Weaknesses:<./b>
<.b>Bloodbath Strategy:<./b>
<.b>Token:<./b>
((To make bold, remove the "." in <.b> and <./b>./))
Please claim an appearance for your character before you make one. You can do this on the face claim thread.
Tributes-
District 1:
Male: Ian Marco Slade [✧☤DIΛΠΛ☤✧]
Female: Delilah Serente [☾ᴀʟɪʏᴀ • ᴀғɪʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ]
District 2:
Male: Earl Gwlad [Megzrhiannon]
Female: Silver Ellison [~*The*Flowers*That*Line*The*Sidewalk*~]
District 3:
Male:
Female: [Reserved for Olivia]
District 4:
Male: Ica White [Mel]
Female: Beck Dylan [Alice]
District 5:
Male:
Female: Terra Byrne [Sami]
District 6:
Male: Arlo Vaughn [♔District One Royalty♔]
Female: Emberly Spencer [Julane]
District 7:
Male: Bronnston Reeves [John]
Female: Tara-Marie Noir [- ¢нℓσє -]
District 8:
Male:
Female: Isadora VanBuren [♥†♬პოἶlყ♬†♥ғιgнт тιℓℓ тнε εη∂ вυт ι'м σηℓү нυмαη]
District 9:
Male:
Female: [Reserved for Aspyn]
District 10:
Male:
Female: Tuesday-Roe Clements [❝ ɠє๏гɠเค↭คภภ ❞]
District 11:
Male:
Female: Morrigan Leclair [alex - i couldn't not come back]
District 12:
Male: Joslin Dunn [Sami]
Female: Ciara Eden [Iyana]