Sooo, I have both of the characters for district 1. I could start the intro to the games/ reapings now or wait until I have all the characters, what do you guys think?
Name: Lucretius Gleam
Age: (12-18) 18
Personality: He is very naive for his age, believing that the games are based on pride. He is al… moreso very guillable and too trusting with other people. He is very talkative always trying to be fruendly and funny. In the end he just want to be accepted by others and the only time he was it was with something related to the games. He is also very whimsical. He is very stubborn , but in a childish way. He belives himself as some kind of hero. He He is very caring about other people , even strangers. He hates sadistic people. He is not afraid to stand up for people he cares about and its very selfless with them. He loves and hates being the center of attention. He is very goofy and idealistic.
Appearance: almost bold head like military one with black hair, hazel brillant eyes and fair skin. He is very build and muscular and he is 2.00 meters tall.
District: 1
Gender: Male
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Yeah. I noticed that, put it into the measurement converter and everything. I just came to the conclusion that it was a mistake. I hope this guy isn't 200 M tall, then no one else will ever stand a chance! XD
Yeah. I noticed that, put it into the measurement converter and everything. I just came to the conclusion that it was a mistake. I hope this guy isn't 200 M tall, then no one else will ever stand a chance! XD
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good morning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had been talking about. It was a silky black suit and a royal red tie to go with it. He grabbed the suit and got a towel from the closet and walked into the bathroom, twisting the knob on the shower and letting it run a little before he got in. The warm water soothed his back. He took a second to think about what had brought him here to this point...
It was the dawn of a new Panem, right after the district revolution was put down by the capitol. The second annual Hunger Games was under way, and the district one reaping's had just begun. His mother Goldy had been set up, there was no way she was getting out of this one. The capitol still wanted to make a show of the rebellion leaders, and Goldy had been one of them. Unbenounced to the masses though, was the fact that she was pregnant. That year was the first year with a volunteer. His name was Silver Gleam. He went in to get revenge for his sisters death in the first Hunger Games, he came out alive. And with Lucretius. Lucretius's real father, Bronze, was murdered after he attempted to start a second rebellion against the capitol. Ever since the 2nd hunger games, Silver had fathered him. Silver was the only person he really knew.
"Lucretius Damnit! Hurry up, before the food gets cold!" Silvers voice boomed bringing Lucretius back to the present. He shut off the water and grabbed the towel, hurrying to dry himself. He pulled on the black suit and hastily slapped on the tie. He whipped the fog off the mirror and gazed at his reflection. His short black hair and hazel eyes stared back at him. He'd been told he looked a lot like his mother.
Lucretius opened the bathroom door and walked out, slowly walking down the marvelous wooden staircase that lead to the foyer. He walked past the multiple paintings and bookcases into the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are." Silver said.
"Yeah." Lucretius responded.
"Here, you better hurry." Silver said sliding a plate towards him. Lucretius looked over it once before diving into it with his fork.
"Now, Lucretius. Do you remember what I told you?" silver asked.
"Sure." Lucretius responded.
"You don't remember do you?" Silver asked, Lucretius shrugged his shoulders. "Great. At the reaping's today, if your name gets called don't move. This is district one. Someone will volunteer for you. And never, under any circumstances volunteer for someone. Understand?" Silver asked.
"Yeah." Lucretius said.
"Good." Silver said.
.......
Lucretius now stood in a large crowd of 18 year olds. He didn't know any of them and none of them knew him. He'd never really had a friend before.
"Welcome all to the twentieth annual hunger games!" The escort chirps into the microphone. "And may the odds be in your favor! Now, before we begin, the capitol has sent us a special film to show you all." She says as she points to a screen. a short video plays about the dark days and why we have the hunger games.
"What a lovely film! Now lets begin, shall we? As always, ladies first." She says as she shuffles over to a glass bowl full of paper slips. She dips her hand in twirling it around for a moment before plunging in and ripping out a slip. Lucretius could feel the tension. "Sof-" The escort begins but is cut off.
"I volunteer!" A girl shouts and walks up onto the stage.
"Lovely! What is your name, young lady?" The escort asks.
"Petra Diamant" The girl responds.
"Beautiful! I love seeing the youth stepping up to represent their district! Now for the men!" She says as she walks over to the bowl opposite the girl's. She repeats the tired prosses of building tension. Lucretius thinks back to Goldy, Silver and Bronze. How they were killed.
"Kayd-" The escort begins.
"I volunteer!" A voice booms, shocking Lucretius with its power. it took him as second to long to realize... It was his voice. He stood shocked at what he just did.
"Wonderful! Come up here and tell us your name." The escort sings. Lucretius is firmly planted in place until someone pushes him from behind and he begins walking. He feebly walks up the steps and takes his place next to Petra. "What is your name?" The escort asks shoving the microphone into his face.
"L-Lucretius Gleam." He finally gets out.
"Wonderful!" The escort chirps. "Now, shake hands you two." She says. Lucretius looks over to Petra, she brushes a strand of her blonde hair out of her eye and sticks her hand out. Lucretius stands once again frozen.
He could shake her hand, and get good with Petra. Or maybe if he denied he's look like a total badass to the entire capitol, but Petra would probably hate him, maybe she'd even kill him... Lucretius looks Petra over following her curves, looking up to her face. She is staring at him strangely with her emerald eyes. She puts her hand a little farther out.
Lucretius Gleam, District one
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good mo… morerning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had… [view original content]
Lucretius Gleam, District one
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good mo… morerning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had… [view original content]
Great start! Lucretius is a bit of a dork already, but I kinda like him XD
[Shake her hand]
Since Petra volunteered, she's going to be one of the most dangerous tributes in the games. Pissing her off could be lethal.
Lucretius Gleam, District one
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good mo… morerning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had… [view original content]
Lucretius Gleam, District one
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good mo… morerning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had… [view original content]
Lucretius stares awkwardly for a second before proceeding to grip Petra's hand firmly. Petra pulls him closer to her and whispers into his ear.
"Two things Lucretius." She begins. "One, if you ever want a chance at seeing home again, stick with me. And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat. Do you understand?" She said as she pushed him away breaking his grip. He nods in agreement and Petra had to suppress a smile.
"Your district one tributes everyone!" The escort chirps and the crowd roars in approval, cheering and chanting as they are ushered into the justice building.
Petra admired the handy woodwork of the desk and the elegant artwork on the walls wondering how long ago this stuff must have been made. Suddenly the wooden door bursts open. Her entire family enters the room.
"Oh Petra, were all so proud of you!" Her mother says.
"Petra, you better not disgrace our family by losing." Petra's oldest sister, Jewelia, says.
"Now Jewelia. Petra is not going to disgrace our family. She is most defiantly going to win, isn't that right sweetheart?" Petra's father says.
"Of course that's right." Petra responded. There was a knock at the door and a peacekeeper walked in.
"Its time." He said. Petra stood up and began to walk out of the room.
"Petra..." Petra's youngest sister began.
"Yes?" Petra asked.
"I'll see you in a few days." She said.
"Yes, yes you will." Petra said as she walk out of the room towards the train station, escorted by white uniformed peacekeepers.
Aurora Margaly
"Are you ready?" A voice says startling Aurora. She spins around to find her father standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing in here?" Aurora asks angrily.
"We need to talk." He says.
"No. There's nothing to talk about. I'm not volunteering, that's final." Aurora says sternly.
"God Damnit child! Listen to me!" He yells, as Aurora shrinks away. "You will volunteer. You will win."
"Why should I? To fulfill your fantasies of being grandparents favorite child?" Aurora asks, more like demands. Livius doesn't say anything for a moment then a sinister smile pulls at the edge of his lips. He chuckles a little, just enough to make it clear he had something planned. "Would you mind telling me whats so funny?" Aurora demands.
"Remember that training I put you through? That time I caught your cheek with my sword because you were off guard?" Livius asked.
"Of course I do." Aurora says as she brushes the scar on her right cheek. "You bastard." She whispers.
"I can promise you it could be a lot worse... And if you don't volunteer, I only have one last resort." Livius says slyly.
"You wouldn't." Aurora says.
"Your wrong. I would. And I would make it more unbearable that anything I put you through. In fact, my sword arm is feeling a little weak lately... It would be a shame if my sword were to... Slip... out of my grasp." Livius says.
"You cant. You.... You'd get caught!" Aurora states.
"Wrong. I have a lot of friends in the right places.... Aurora, this is your chance! Bring honor to our home, to your family. You just don't get it, and now I have to look like the bad guy because you wont take the chance of a lifetime." Livius says.
"The games are a one way ticket father! Dying isn't much of living!" Aurora shouts.
"Your mother has corrupted you. Today you will volunteer, or else your dear sister wont be much of a friend anymore." Livius says.
Johnson Jackie, District two
"Hell yeah." Johnson whispers to himself as he looks at his reflection. He notices a twitch in his eye but ignores it. His wicked smile says it all. Today was his day. He jumps up and down a few times taking a few breaths to calm himself.
"Johnson? Are you ready?" Shawn asks, Shawn. The only person who would stick around Johnson. Not even his own parents would stick around him, but Shawn would leave him.
"Hell yeah!" He yells.
"What was that?" Shawn calls.
"I mean, Yeah, I'm ready." Johnson says.
"Lets go then." Shawn says
......
"Lets get on with this already." Johnson grumbles.
"Dude, calm down. It'll start eventually." A boy next to Johnson says.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the twentieth annual hunger games!" The escort speaks into the microphone. "As always, ladies first!" She says as she reaches into the glass sphere, selecting a slip of paper.
"M-" The escort barely get the first sound out before being cut off.
"I volunteer!" A girl shrieks.
"Great! Please come up here and tell the people your name." The escort chirps. Moments later a girl appears on the stage. She stares out upon the crowd with her brown eyes, her matching curly hair gently being blown by the wind. "What is your name?"
"Aurora Margaly." She says. She sounds more annoyed than anything.
"How exiting! Now for the gentlemen." The escort says as she walks over to the glass bowl. Johnson could feel the adrenaline start flowing. A smile pulled at his lips. The escort dipped her hand into the bowl and started to pull out a slip of paper.
"I volunteer!" Johnson shouts before she could even read the slip.
"Way to go buddy. Represent." The kid next to Johnson says. Johnson begins to walk up to the stage and takes his place.
"So, what is your name young man?" The escort asks.
"Johnson Jackie." he responds barely able to with hold his excitement. He tried to suppress his smile but he knows he's failing. He looks over at his district partner and can tell she isn't feeling the same way. She was looking towards the crowd with a depressed look on her face, judging by her face she was about to cry... Not very career like. Johnson's mind suddenly switched tracks. This was his district partner, he was going to be in an alliance with her. If she busted out cry here, it would make the both of them look bad. But what could he do?
And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat.
Yeah... Petra is absolutely terrifying. Perhaps I made a mistake by creating a career tribute, since being close to her seems to be detrimental to a persons health. She's interesting in a very scary way, I have to give her that, but I somehow think she and Aurora won't get along very well.
Aurora's father is a complete bastard though, exactly how he was meant to be. Part of me hopes that she wins, so that she can be in a position to wipe that smug smile off his face. And part of me hopes that she wins because I'm biased.
[Hug Aurora]
The last thing Aurora should do right now is appearing weak. Johnson could start to be useful for her by giving her some support.
Petra Diamant, District one
Lucretius stares awkwardly for a second before proceeding to grip Petra's hand firmly. Petra pulls him closer… more to her and whispers into his ear.
"Two things Lucretius." She begins. "One, if you ever want a chance at seeing home again, stick with me. And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat. Do you understand?" She said as she pushed him away breaking his grip. He nods in agreement and Petra had to suppress a smile.
"Your district one tributes everyone!" The escort chirps and the crowd roars in approval, cheering and chanting as they are ushered into the justice building.
Petra admired the handy woodwork of the desk and the elegant artwork on the walls wondering how long ago this stuff must have been made. Suddenly the wooden door bursts open. Her entire family enters the room.
"Oh Petra, were all so proud of you!" Her mother s… [view original content]
Petra Diamant, District one
Lucretius stares awkwardly for a second before proceeding to grip Petra's hand firmly. Petra pulls him closer… more to her and whispers into his ear.
"Two things Lucretius." She begins. "One, if you ever want a chance at seeing home again, stick with me. And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat. Do you understand?" She said as she pushed him away breaking his grip. He nods in agreement and Petra had to suppress a smile.
"Your district one tributes everyone!" The escort chirps and the crowd roars in approval, cheering and chanting as they are ushered into the justice building.
Petra admired the handy woodwork of the desk and the elegant artwork on the walls wondering how long ago this stuff must have been made. Suddenly the wooden door bursts open. Her entire family enters the room.
"Oh Petra, were all so proud of you!" Her mother s… [view original content]
Petra Diamant, District one
Lucretius stares awkwardly for a second before proceeding to grip Petra's hand firmly. Petra pulls him closer… more to her and whispers into his ear.
"Two things Lucretius." She begins. "One, if you ever want a chance at seeing home again, stick with me. And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat. Do you understand?" She said as she pushed him away breaking his grip. He nods in agreement and Petra had to suppress a smile.
"Your district one tributes everyone!" The escort chirps and the crowd roars in approval, cheering and chanting as they are ushered into the justice building.
Petra admired the handy woodwork of the desk and the elegant artwork on the walls wondering how long ago this stuff must have been made. Suddenly the wooden door bursts open. Her entire family enters the room.
"Oh Petra, were all so proud of you!" Her mother s… [view original content]
Aurora just stood there frozen. she knew she'd just signed her life away to the capitol. In a matter of days, she and twenty-three other tributes would be dead. She knew she was lucky to be part of district two, since that meant she would have more allies. But that would only get her so far. She looked out upon the giant crowd and searched around, it was impossible to find anyone in there. She knew her sister was out there somewhere. Alone, scared that she'd never see Aurora again. Aurora shifted her gaze down and forced back the tears. She thought she'd done the right thing, but what was stopping her father from sending her sister into the games when Aurora died? Her father was a horribly wicked person who would do anything to get a chance at having fame somehow. Aurora felt a small tear running down her cheek and promptly wiped it away. After a few moments of just standing there staring at the stage Aurora felt something touch her. She looked up and saw it was her district partner Johnson. He'd moved closer to her and draped his arms around her, pulling her into his broad chest. Aurora felt to weak to pull away so she buried her face into his shoulder.
.......
Soon the 'aww's of the crowd died down and the two were ushered inside. Aurora now sat in a fancy looking room in a comfy chair. Johnson was also in the room.
"You don't have to be in here with me." Aurora said.
"Why not? I don't have any family." Johnson said, scanning her with diligent hazel colored eyes.
"That's a little odd for district two isn't it?" Aurora asked.
"Every district has its shortcomings." Johnson answered. Suddenly the door busted open and Livius walked in.
"Aurora! I knew you would volunteer! I just knew it! I am so proud of you! You will bring such great honor to our family when you win." He said.
"Where's mom and Arminia." Aurora asked. Her father looked at her and his smile faded.
"They wouldn't quit crying and babbling so I didn't let them come." Livius said. Aurora felt a surge of anger.
"You send me off to die, and you wont even let me say goodbye to my own God damn family?" Aurora demanded angrily.
"Your the one that volunteered." Livius said. With that Aurora rose from her seat picking up a glass vase and smashing it against the table sending shards everywhere.
"You Bastard! You made me volunteer!" She said as she picked up one of the biggest shards and leapt forward at him, but a force held her back.
"Let me go! Let me do damnit!" She yelled as she struggled to get at her father.
"Aurora, stop. He's not worth it." Johnson's voice responded. Aurora spun around and saw Johnson holding onto her arm with an iron grip. "He's not worth it." Johnson said again. Johnson pulled her arm and forced her back into the chair.
"At least one of us can control her." Livius sneered.
"Get out." Johnson said.
"Excuse me?" Livius asked. Johnson marched up and got in his face, even though he was taller and more muscular than Livius.
"I said get. Out." Johnson said.
"Why should I?" Livius asked. Johnson didn't say anything after this, for he had no time. A peacekeeper gingerly opened the door and walked in.
"It's time." He said.
well, this is as far as I can get for now. I will need to get more tributes first. So, since it looks like no one else is going to join, feel free to make more characters. I will start the D3 reapings when I get a D3 female.
That was a great part, I liked it a lot! Johnson surprised me, he seems to be a bit better than I thought. I'm going to try and submit my second tribute tomorrow, since I've written a bit too much today already, but it will probably be either the D7 or the D11 Male, unless they are already taken by tomorrow of course.
Aurora Margaly, District 2
Aurora just stood there frozen. she knew she'd just signed her life away to the capitol. In a matter of days, … moreshe and twenty-three other tributes would be dead. She knew she was lucky to be part of district two, since that meant she would have more allies. But that would only get her so far. She looked out upon the giant crowd and searched around, it was impossible to find anyone in there. She knew her sister was out there somewhere. Alone, scared that she'd never see Aurora again. Aurora shifted her gaze down and forced back the tears. She thought she'd done the right thing, but what was stopping her father from sending her sister into the games when Aurora died? Her father was a horribly wicked person who would do anything to get a chance at having fame somehow. Aurora felt a small tear running down her cheek and promptly wiped it away. After a few moments of just standing there staring at the stage Aurora felt… [view original content]
That was a great part, I liked it a lot! Johnson surprised me, he seems to be a bit better than I thought. I'm going to try and submit my se… morecond tribute tomorrow, since I've written a bit too much today already, but it will probably be either the D7 or the D11 Male, unless they are already taken by tomorrow of course.
Sorry, had no time to write my characters until now but I want to join !
Name: Newton Pulver
Age: 13
Personality: He is always sarcastic and a bit bratty, not very likeable even for a child. He is smarter than many people and thinks that he is the smartest guy around. He knows that he has no real skill except his above average intelligence and that makes him a bit cynical. He is desperate to prove himself. Even if he tries, he does not get along well with others and often appears to be mean and unlikeable
Appearance: He is tall for his age but very thin and underfed. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He isnt strong or fast
District: 5
Gender: Male
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Yes he wants to join an alliance to stay alive
weapon/s: His intelligence
Backstory: He comes from a very large family and was always overlooked by his parents in favour of his more talented siblings. This gave him an inferiority complex and turned him into a very bratty kid. He often got into arguments with his siblings and does not get along with them very well. To get attention, he often plays pranks on others.
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Yes
Name: Thorn Dundrich
Age: 16
Personality: He is a very nice and shy boy. He does not like violence and is usually very calm. When he talks to other people he tries his best to get along well with them but he is not good at talking and prefers being silent. He is also a loner who likes solitude. He is very strong but does not like to use his strength to hurt others, only in self-defense, but whenever someone manages to make him angry, he can get very violent and reckless.
Appearance: He is very tall, muscular and has dark skin, giving him an intimidating appearance. He has very short black hair and dark brown eyes.
District: 11
Gender: Male
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Maybe if someone asks him but he prefers being on his own
weapon/s: His strength
Backstory: He comes from a very poor family and worked on a farm his whole life to support his family. His father was a heavy drinker and one day, in a drunken fit of rage, he attacked a peacekeeper. He was killed for that and Thorn was left as the oldest of three brothers to support his family. The death of his father made him despise violence and turned him into a loner
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Yes
Personality: She is very delousional person. She is laso very whimsical and fanfiful. She is very optimistic. She is also very calm about everything. She is very clumsy also. She hates mena people. She is very emotinal weak. She is also very talkative and guilable. She is also submisse.
Appearance: She has brown wavy medium hair and brown eyes. Her skin is fair. She is also very slima nd
District: 3
Gender: Female
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Yes.
weapon/s: Element Surprise.
Backstory? (Only if you want to) She is the only child of a peackeeper. She lived her life being hates by the district because her father´s cruelty. She has no friends in school. She loves her father deeply.
Anything else I may have forgotten to ask?" Her father is called Domino.
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Obviously
Personality: If Arya senses that a person is gonna be trouble then she might come off as bitchy, sarcastic, and even hostile. But, if she gets to know the person, she can be humorous, fun to be around with, and knowledgable.
Weapon(s): Arya likes to fight with a pack of throwing knives since it's the only weapon she properly has experience with although if she can't manage to get ahold of one, she might fancy a simple dagger/knife or something that's easy. Arya will also rely on her speed, and stealth.
Backstory: Arya and her brother who is aged 18 work hard for their family back in nine. Arya is one of the hardworking citizens in nine as she's always working for her parents who are too sick to do anything themselves. Her parents are aged 90, making them too weak to do anything, really. Arya works alongside with her brother at the animal farm section. Nine has a mini-animal farm where they harvest a few cows/pigs to trade with District Ten. Arya practices her throwing knife skills with cows she needs to kill with the help of her brother. Arya can be a bit off with her throws but if you give her time, she can get it spot on. Arya's a fast a learner and it's proven as she's learnt how to do harvesting, cropping, and sowing all within two days. Her brother is known to be a dick at times but they both care for each other and will do anything to protect each other and their family. Arya is always seen at the hob, farm, or at home feeding her parents.
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: She needs to get to know them first.
Anything else that I may have forgotten to ask?: Her brother is called Ceres, her mother is called Nina, and her father is called Nate.
You do realise it's extremely likely that your character will die? Right?: Yes, and I fear that day ;-;
Here's my second character! Hopefully this is still going on
Name: Arya Miller
Age: 16
District: 9
Gender: Female
Appearanc… moree: Arya looks like this: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/5f/f5/ce5ff5bfb4e426e55b03f7dcfc7702a0.jpg
Personality: If Arya senses that a person is gonna be trouble then she might come off as bitchy, sarcastic, and even hostile. But, if she gets to know the person, she can be humorous, fun to be around with, and knowledgable.
Weapon(s): Arya likes to fight with a pack of throwing knives since it's the only weapon she properly has experience with although if she can't manage to get ahold of one, she might fancy a simple dagger/knife or something that's easy. Arya will also rely on her speed, and stealth.
Backstory: Arya and her brother who is aged 18 work hard for their family back in nine. Arya is one of the hardworking citizens in nine as she's always working for her parents who are too s… [view original content]
Here's my second character! Hopefully this is still going on
Name: Arya Miller
Age: 16
District: 9
Gender: Female
Appearanc… moree: Arya looks like this: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/5f/f5/ce5ff5bfb4e426e55b03f7dcfc7702a0.jpg
Personality: If Arya senses that a person is gonna be trouble then she might come off as bitchy, sarcastic, and even hostile. But, if she gets to know the person, she can be humorous, fun to be around with, and knowledgable.
Weapon(s): Arya likes to fight with a pack of throwing knives since it's the only weapon she properly has experience with although if she can't manage to get ahold of one, she might fancy a simple dagger/knife or something that's easy. Arya will also rely on her speed, and stealth.
Backstory: Arya and her brother who is aged 18 work hard for their family back in nine. Arya is one of the hardworking citizens in nine as she's always working for her parents who are too s… [view original content]
Binary opened his eyes and noticed something odd. He wasn't in his bed. He looked around and realized he had fallen asleep at his table. Again. He picked up the multiple papers and stacked them neatly where he could get back to them later. He opened his door and headed out, down the staircase. He walked through the empty halls into the kitchen, where he received a pleasant surprise. His mother and father were both sitting at the table, conversing about something. Binary approached.
"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" He asked.His father looked at his mother and laughed a little under his breath.
"Can you not remember anything? The reapings are today, everyone's off work." He answered. Binary scratched the back of his head.
"I, uh, I knew that. I was just testing you." Binary lied.
"Sure you were, now eat up." His mother said, passing a bowl full of cereal towards him. Binary eagerly agreed and began chowing down. After a few minutes he was finished.
"You eat like a cow." His father joked.
"Yeah?" Binary said.
"Go on and get dressed." His father said. Binary stood from the table and walked back to his room. He found a nice suit with a fancy tie. He pulled off his old cloths and put on the new ones, looking in the mirror. It fit surprising well, for something that was probably his father's when he was his age. Never the less, it looked pretty good on him, or at least he thought so. Binary then rushed out of his room back into the kitchen.
"You look so much like your father when he was younger." His mother said.
"You've said that every year." Binary said. Binary's father checked his watch and looked up.
"Looks like its time to go." He said. "We'll see you later."
...................
Binary walked down the road towards the justice hall. There were a few more kids out there, but Binary paid them no attention.
"Hey, Binary, going somewhere?" A familiar voice called. Binary just kept walking.
"Hey, I said where the fuck are you going?" It asked again. Binary put his head down and walked faster, but something caught his leg and he fell.
"Oh look, poor little Binary is in the dirt." The voice laughed. Binary got back onto his face and looked at the voice.
"Fuck off." Binary said.
"Oh, so the runt gets a temper." The boy said.
"Look, I don't want no trouble." Binary said.
"You should have thought about that a long time ago, runt." The boy said approaching. "You know, it might be for the best if you go die in the arena. Actually, I hope that's what happens." Now the boy was right in his face. "Now get the fuck out of here, runt." He said and Binary half ran away.
"He's right you know." A new voice said. "Its probably for the best of you get killed. It will end this pain." it said.
"Go away." Binary mumbled, and the voice disappeared.
Pixey Key, District 3
Everything was so surreal. Like drowning in an ocean of people. She looked around and in every direction all she saw was people. A women soon appeared on the stage, who looked like they had one to many plastic surgery's. These capitol people were pretty strange.
"As always, ladies first!" The escort beams. She pulls a slip out of a bowl and reads it. "Pixey Key!" She says. Pixey was shocked. She waited for someone to volunteer.
"No volunteers?" The escort says, sounding disappointed. "Alright then, Pixey Key come on up here." Pixey's legs grew a mind of their own and carried her forward onto the stage. The escort smiled at her. "Pixey Key, everyone!" She said, the crowd grew deadly silent. The escort frowned and walked over to the other bowl.
"Now for the men!" She said as she selected a slip and began reading it, but was cut off by a shout of someone volunteering. The escort breathed a sigh of relief as a young man walked to the stage. He looked younger than Pixey. "What is your name?" The escort asked.
"Binary Boolean." He responded.
..............................
The room was silent. Her father sat with his head in his hands. He refused to make eye contact with her.
"Pixey..." He said finally breaking the silence.
"Yes?" Pixey asked.
"You are strong enough to be a career, join them. Stick with the pack, and you'll be fine. But the pack seems weaker this year than usual. If anything seems odd with the careers, you leave them. You are young, and smart. I- I don't want to lose you to." Her father said.
"You wont lose me. I will come back." She said. Her father lifted his head and looked at Pixey with sad eyes. He smiled weakly.
"Don't go making promises you cant keep." He said.
Binary Boolean, district 3
Binary opened his eyes and noticed something odd. He wasn't in his bed. He looked around and realized he had f… moreallen asleep at his table. Again. He picked up the multiple papers and stacked them neatly where he could get back to them later. He opened his door and headed out, down the staircase. He walked through the empty halls into the kitchen, where he received a pleasant surprise. His mother and father were both sitting at the table, conversing about something. Binary approached.
"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" He asked.His father looked at his mother and laughed a little under his breath.
"Can you not remember anything? The reapings are today, everyone's off work." He answered. Binary scratched the back of his head.
"I, uh, I knew that. I was just testing you." Binary lied.
"Sure you were, now eat up." His mother said, passing a bowl full of cereal towards him. Binary eage… [view original content]
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Thanks!
Thank you! And I would appreciate if you did!
So, I think I'll start the district 1 dealings either tonight or tomorrow night. We'll see how it goes.
I forgot the coma or the point. Sorry XD
Yeah. I noticed that, put it into the measurement converter and everything. I just came to the conclusion that it was a mistake. I hope this guy isn't 200 M tall, then no one else will ever stand a chance! XD
The whole fanfic:
yes!
Looks awesome! I will try to submit a character tomorrow, since I had just created a long character for another story. Looking forward to this!
Lucretius Gleam, District one
"Lucretius, it time to get up." A voice spoke into Lucretius's ear. He at once opened his eyes.
"Good morning." Silver says noticing the boys movement.
"Morning Silver." Lucretius responds.
"Better get moving Lucretius. I already let you sleep in." Silver says.
"Five... More.... minutes." Lucretius jokingly says as he rolls back over. A few moments later the sheets were ripped from his bed.
"No, now enough of that. Get up and get ready, the reaping's are going to start soon." Silver says, and suddenly something clicks in Lucretius's mind.
"Oh shit! That's today?" He lets out. Silver looks at him sternly.
"Watch your language. And yes, that's today. I got a nice suit out for you. I'll have food ready downstairs when your ready." Silver says as he disappears down the hallway, Lucretius listens as the footsteps quiet and disappear. He jumps up out of his warm bed and finds the suit Silver had been talking about. It was a silky black suit and a royal red tie to go with it. He grabbed the suit and got a towel from the closet and walked into the bathroom, twisting the knob on the shower and letting it run a little before he got in. The warm water soothed his back. He took a second to think about what had brought him here to this point...
It was the dawn of a new Panem, right after the district revolution was put down by the capitol. The second annual Hunger Games was under way, and the district one reaping's had just begun. His mother Goldy had been set up, there was no way she was getting out of this one. The capitol still wanted to make a show of the rebellion leaders, and Goldy had been one of them. Unbenounced to the masses though, was the fact that she was pregnant. That year was the first year with a volunteer. His name was Silver Gleam. He went in to get revenge for his sisters death in the first Hunger Games, he came out alive. And with Lucretius. Lucretius's real father, Bronze, was murdered after he attempted to start a second rebellion against the capitol. Ever since the 2nd hunger games, Silver had fathered him. Silver was the only person he really knew.
"Lucretius Damnit! Hurry up, before the food gets cold!" Silvers voice boomed bringing Lucretius back to the present. He shut off the water and grabbed the towel, hurrying to dry himself. He pulled on the black suit and hastily slapped on the tie. He whipped the fog off the mirror and gazed at his reflection. His short black hair and hazel eyes stared back at him. He'd been told he looked a lot like his mother.
Lucretius opened the bathroom door and walked out, slowly walking down the marvelous wooden staircase that lead to the foyer. He walked past the multiple paintings and bookcases into the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are." Silver said.
"Yeah." Lucretius responded.
"Here, you better hurry." Silver said sliding a plate towards him. Lucretius looked over it once before diving into it with his fork.
"Now, Lucretius. Do you remember what I told you?" silver asked.
"Sure." Lucretius responded.
"You don't remember do you?" Silver asked, Lucretius shrugged his shoulders. "Great. At the reaping's today, if your name gets called don't move. This is district one. Someone will volunteer for you. And never, under any circumstances volunteer for someone. Understand?" Silver asked.
"Yeah." Lucretius said.
"Good." Silver said.
.......
Lucretius now stood in a large crowd of 18 year olds. He didn't know any of them and none of them knew him. He'd never really had a friend before.
"Welcome all to the twentieth annual hunger games!" The escort chirps into the microphone. "And may the odds be in your favor! Now, before we begin, the capitol has sent us a special film to show you all." She says as she points to a screen. a short video plays about the dark days and why we have the hunger games.
"What a lovely film! Now lets begin, shall we? As always, ladies first." She says as she shuffles over to a glass bowl full of paper slips. She dips her hand in twirling it around for a moment before plunging in and ripping out a slip. Lucretius could feel the tension. "Sof-" The escort begins but is cut off.
"I volunteer!" A girl shouts and walks up onto the stage.
"Lovely! What is your name, young lady?" The escort asks.
"Petra Diamant" The girl responds.
"Beautiful! I love seeing the youth stepping up to represent their district! Now for the men!" She says as she walks over to the bowl opposite the girl's. She repeats the tired prosses of building tension. Lucretius thinks back to Goldy, Silver and Bronze. How they were killed.
"Kayd-" The escort begins.
"I volunteer!" A voice booms, shocking Lucretius with its power. it took him as second to long to realize... It was his voice. He stood shocked at what he just did.
"Wonderful! Come up here and tell us your name." The escort sings. Lucretius is firmly planted in place until someone pushes him from behind and he begins walking. He feebly walks up the steps and takes his place next to Petra. "What is your name?" The escort asks shoving the microphone into his face.
"L-Lucretius Gleam." He finally gets out.
"Wonderful!" The escort chirps. "Now, shake hands you two." She says. Lucretius looks over to Petra, she brushes a strand of her blonde hair out of her eye and sticks her hand out. Lucretius stands once again frozen.
He could shake her hand, and get good with Petra. Or maybe if he denied he's look like a total badass to the entire capitol, but Petra would probably hate him, maybe she'd even kill him... Lucretius looks Petra over following her curves, looking up to her face. She is staring at him strangely with her emerald eyes. She puts her hand a little farther out.
choice
[Shake her hand]
[deny]
Thanks!
[Shake her hand]
Awesome start!
Great start! Lucretius is a bit of a dork already, but I kinda like him XD
[Shake her hand]
Since Petra volunteered, she's going to be one of the most dangerous tributes in the games. Pissing her off could be lethal.
That means I'm doing it right!
Thanks!
Oh I just noticed this! Thanks! Your presence would be greatly appreciated!
[Shake her hand]
[Shake her hand]
I hope Petra absolutely slays in these games!
Petra Diamant, District one
Lucretius stares awkwardly for a second before proceeding to grip Petra's hand firmly. Petra pulls him closer to her and whispers into his ear.
"Two things Lucretius." She begins. "One, if you ever want a chance at seeing home again, stick with me. And two, if I ever catch you checking me out ever again, I will stab you eyes out and force them down your throat. Do you understand?" She said as she pushed him away breaking his grip. He nods in agreement and Petra had to suppress a smile.
"Your district one tributes everyone!" The escort chirps and the crowd roars in approval, cheering and chanting as they are ushered into the justice building.
Petra admired the handy woodwork of the desk and the elegant artwork on the walls wondering how long ago this stuff must have been made. Suddenly the wooden door bursts open. Her entire family enters the room.
"Oh Petra, were all so proud of you!" Her mother says.
"Petra, you better not disgrace our family by losing." Petra's oldest sister, Jewelia, says.
"Now Jewelia. Petra is not going to disgrace our family. She is most defiantly going to win, isn't that right sweetheart?" Petra's father says.
"Of course that's right." Petra responded. There was a knock at the door and a peacekeeper walked in.
"Its time." He said. Petra stood up and began to walk out of the room.
"Petra..." Petra's youngest sister began.
"Yes?" Petra asked.
"I'll see you in a few days." She said.
"Yes, yes you will." Petra said as she walk out of the room towards the train station, escorted by white uniformed peacekeepers.
Aurora Margaly
"Are you ready?" A voice says startling Aurora. She spins around to find her father standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing in here?" Aurora asks angrily.
"We need to talk." He says.
"No. There's nothing to talk about. I'm not volunteering, that's final." Aurora says sternly.
"God Damnit child! Listen to me!" He yells, as Aurora shrinks away. "You will volunteer. You will win."
"Why should I? To fulfill your fantasies of being grandparents favorite child?" Aurora asks, more like demands. Livius doesn't say anything for a moment then a sinister smile pulls at the edge of his lips. He chuckles a little, just enough to make it clear he had something planned. "Would you mind telling me whats so funny?" Aurora demands.
"Remember that training I put you through? That time I caught your cheek with my sword because you were off guard?" Livius asked.
"Of course I do." Aurora says as she brushes the scar on her right cheek. "You bastard." She whispers.
"I can promise you it could be a lot worse... And if you don't volunteer, I only have one last resort." Livius says slyly.
"You wouldn't." Aurora says.
"Your wrong. I would. And I would make it more unbearable that anything I put you through. In fact, my sword arm is feeling a little weak lately... It would be a shame if my sword were to... Slip... out of my grasp." Livius says.
"You cant. You.... You'd get caught!" Aurora states.
"Wrong. I have a lot of friends in the right places.... Aurora, this is your chance! Bring honor to our home, to your family. You just don't get it, and now I have to look like the bad guy because you wont take the chance of a lifetime." Livius says.
"The games are a one way ticket father! Dying isn't much of living!" Aurora shouts.
"Your mother has corrupted you. Today you will volunteer, or else your dear sister wont be much of a friend anymore." Livius says.
Johnson Jackie, District two
"Hell yeah." Johnson whispers to himself as he looks at his reflection. He notices a twitch in his eye but ignores it. His wicked smile says it all. Today was his day. He jumps up and down a few times taking a few breaths to calm himself.
"Johnson? Are you ready?" Shawn asks, Shawn. The only person who would stick around Johnson. Not even his own parents would stick around him, but Shawn would leave him.
"Hell yeah!" He yells.
"What was that?" Shawn calls.
"I mean, Yeah, I'm ready." Johnson says.
"Lets go then." Shawn says
......
"Lets get on with this already." Johnson grumbles.
"Dude, calm down. It'll start eventually." A boy next to Johnson says.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the twentieth annual hunger games!" The escort speaks into the microphone. "As always, ladies first!" She says as she reaches into the glass sphere, selecting a slip of paper.
"M-" The escort barely get the first sound out before being cut off.
"I volunteer!" A girl shrieks.
"Great! Please come up here and tell the people your name." The escort chirps. Moments later a girl appears on the stage. She stares out upon the crowd with her brown eyes, her matching curly hair gently being blown by the wind. "What is your name?"
"Aurora Margaly." She says. She sounds more annoyed than anything.
"How exiting! Now for the gentlemen." The escort says as she walks over to the glass bowl. Johnson could feel the adrenaline start flowing. A smile pulled at his lips. The escort dipped her hand into the bowl and started to pull out a slip of paper.
"I volunteer!" Johnson shouts before she could even read the slip.
"Way to go buddy. Represent." The kid next to Johnson says. Johnson begins to walk up to the stage and takes his place.
"So, what is your name young man?" The escort asks.
"Johnson Jackie." he responds barely able to with hold his excitement. He tried to suppress his smile but he knows he's failing. He looks over at his district partner and can tell she isn't feeling the same way. She was looking towards the crowd with a depressed look on her face, judging by her face she was about to cry... Not very career like. Johnson's mind suddenly switched tracks. This was his district partner, he was going to be in an alliance with her. If she busted out cry here, it would make the both of them look bad. But what could he do?
choice
[Do nothing]
[Hug Aurora]
Great part! Good to see Aurora in action
Yeah... Petra is absolutely terrifying. Perhaps I made a mistake by creating a career tribute, since being close to her seems to be detrimental to a persons health. She's interesting in a very scary way, I have to give her that, but I somehow think she and Aurora won't get along very well.
Aurora's father is a complete bastard though, exactly how he was meant to be. Part of me hopes that she wins, so that she can be in a position to wipe that smug smile off his face. And part of me hopes that she wins because I'm biased.
[Hug Aurora]
The last thing Aurora should do right now is appearing weak. Johnson could start to be useful for her by giving her some support.
[Do nothing]
Awesome chapter! Fuck Petra!
[Do nothing]
Aurora seems fun
Aurora Margaly, District 2
Aurora just stood there frozen. she knew she'd just signed her life away to the capitol. In a matter of days, she and twenty-three other tributes would be dead. She knew she was lucky to be part of district two, since that meant she would have more allies. But that would only get her so far. She looked out upon the giant crowd and searched around, it was impossible to find anyone in there. She knew her sister was out there somewhere. Alone, scared that she'd never see Aurora again. Aurora shifted her gaze down and forced back the tears. She thought she'd done the right thing, but what was stopping her father from sending her sister into the games when Aurora died? Her father was a horribly wicked person who would do anything to get a chance at having fame somehow. Aurora felt a small tear running down her cheek and promptly wiped it away. After a few moments of just standing there staring at the stage Aurora felt something touch her. She looked up and saw it was her district partner Johnson. He'd moved closer to her and draped his arms around her, pulling her into his broad chest. Aurora felt to weak to pull away so she buried her face into his shoulder.
.......
Soon the 'aww's of the crowd died down and the two were ushered inside. Aurora now sat in a fancy looking room in a comfy chair. Johnson was also in the room.
"You don't have to be in here with me." Aurora said.
"Why not? I don't have any family." Johnson said, scanning her with diligent hazel colored eyes.
"That's a little odd for district two isn't it?" Aurora asked.
"Every district has its shortcomings." Johnson answered. Suddenly the door busted open and Livius walked in.
"Aurora! I knew you would volunteer! I just knew it! I am so proud of you! You will bring such great honor to our family when you win." He said.
"Where's mom and Arminia." Aurora asked. Her father looked at her and his smile faded.
"They wouldn't quit crying and babbling so I didn't let them come." Livius said. Aurora felt a surge of anger.
"You send me off to die, and you wont even let me say goodbye to my own God damn family?" Aurora demanded angrily.
"Your the one that volunteered." Livius said. With that Aurora rose from her seat picking up a glass vase and smashing it against the table sending shards everywhere.
"You Bastard! You made me volunteer!" She said as she picked up one of the biggest shards and leapt forward at him, but a force held her back.
"Let me go! Let me do damnit!" She yelled as she struggled to get at her father.
"Aurora, stop. He's not worth it." Johnson's voice responded. Aurora spun around and saw Johnson holding onto her arm with an iron grip. "He's not worth it." Johnson said again. Johnson pulled her arm and forced her back into the chair.
"At least one of us can control her." Livius sneered.
"Get out." Johnson said.
"Excuse me?" Livius asked. Johnson marched up and got in his face, even though he was taller and more muscular than Livius.
"I said get. Out." Johnson said.
"Why should I?" Livius asked. Johnson didn't say anything after this, for he had no time. A peacekeeper gingerly opened the door and walked in.
"It's time." He said.
well, this is as far as I can get for now. I will need to get more tributes first. So, since it looks like no one else is going to join, feel free to make more characters. I will start the D3 reapings when I get a D3 female.
That was a great part, I liked it a lot! Johnson surprised me, he seems to be a bit better than I thought. I'm going to try and submit my second tribute tomorrow, since I've written a bit too much today already, but it will probably be either the D7 or the D11 Male, unless they are already taken by tomorrow of course.
Thanks! It would be greatly appreciated!
Sorry, had no time to write my characters until now but I want to join !
Name: Newton Pulver
Age: 13
Personality: He is always sarcastic and a bit bratty, not very likeable even for a child. He is smarter than many people and thinks that he is the smartest guy around. He knows that he has no real skill except his above average intelligence and that makes him a bit cynical. He is desperate to prove himself. Even if he tries, he does not get along well with others and often appears to be mean and unlikeable
Appearance: He is tall for his age but very thin and underfed. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He isnt strong or fast
District: 5
Gender: Male
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Yes he wants to join an alliance to stay alive
weapon/s: His intelligence
Backstory: He comes from a very large family and was always overlooked by his parents in favour of his more talented siblings. This gave him an inferiority complex and turned him into a very bratty kid. He often got into arguments with his siblings and does not get along with them very well. To get attention, he often plays pranks on others.
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Yes
Name: Thorn Dundrich
Age: 16
Personality: He is a very nice and shy boy. He does not like violence and is usually very calm. When he talks to other people he tries his best to get along well with them but he is not good at talking and prefers being silent. He is also a loner who likes solitude. He is very strong but does not like to use his strength to hurt others, only in self-defense, but whenever someone manages to make him angry, he can get very violent and reckless.
Appearance: He is very tall, muscular and has dark skin, giving him an intimidating appearance. He has very short black hair and dark brown eyes.
District: 11
Gender: Male
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Maybe if someone asks him but he prefers being on his own
weapon/s: His strength
Backstory: He comes from a very poor family and worked on a farm his whole life to support his family. His father was a heavy drinker and one day, in a drunken fit of rage, he attacked a peacekeeper. He was killed for that and Thorn was left as the oldest of three brothers to support his family. The death of his father made him despise violence and turned him into a loner
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Yes
Name: Ash Oak
Age: (12-18) 18
Personality: He is jerk, he is sexist and and ass. He is complely dumb. He is very blunt too.
Appearance: He is very build up and has brown short hair, blue eyes and fair skin.
District: 7
Gender: Male
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: No, everyone will hate him.
weapon/s: Axe
Backstory? (Only if you want to) He is an orphan since birth.
Anything else I may have forgotten to ask?"
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Yes, and he deserves to
@mr.quality
Name: Pixey Key
Age: (12-18) 14
Personality: She is very delousional person. She is laso very whimsical and fanfiful. She is very optimistic. She is also very calm about everything. She is very clumsy also. She hates mena people. She is very emotinal weak. She is also very talkative and guilable. She is also submisse.
Appearance: She has brown wavy medium hair and brown eyes. Her skin is fair. She is also very slima nd
District: 3
Gender: Female
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: Yes.
weapon/s: Element Surprise.
Backstory? (Only if you want to) She is the only child of a peackeeper. She lived her life being hates by the district because her father´s cruelty. She has no friends in school. She loves her father deeply.
Anything else I may have forgotten to ask?" Her father is called Domino.
You do realize its extremely likely your character will die? Right?: Obviously
Oh, I'm sorry for not getting around. Thanks @janitor and @supersagig !
I will start the d3 on tomorrow.
Here's my second character!
Hopefully this is still going on 
Name: Arya Miller
Age: 16
District: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: Arya looks like this: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/5f/f5/ce5ff5bfb4e426e55b03f7dcfc7702a0.jpg
Personality: If Arya senses that a person is gonna be trouble then she might come off as bitchy, sarcastic, and even hostile. But, if she gets to know the person, she can be humorous, fun to be around with, and knowledgable.
Weapon(s): Arya likes to fight with a pack of throwing knives since it's the only weapon she properly has experience with although if she can't manage to get ahold of one, she might fancy a simple dagger/knife or something that's easy. Arya will also rely on her speed, and stealth.
Backstory: Arya and her brother who is aged 18 work hard for their family back in nine. Arya is one of the hardworking citizens in nine as she's always working for her parents who are too sick to do anything themselves. Her parents are aged 90, making them too weak to do anything, really. Arya works alongside with her brother at the animal farm section. Nine has a mini-animal farm where they harvest a few cows/pigs to trade with District Ten. Arya practices her throwing knife skills with cows she needs to kill with the help of her brother. Arya can be a bit off with her throws but if you give her time, she can get it spot on. Arya's a fast a learner and it's proven as she's learnt how to do harvesting, cropping, and sowing all within two days. Her brother is known to be a dick at times but they both care for each other and will do anything to protect each other and their family. Arya is always seen at the hob, farm, or at home feeding her parents.
Do you think your character would join an alliance?: She needs to get to know them first.
Anything else that I may have forgotten to ask?: Her brother is called Ceres, her mother is called Nina, and her father is called Nate.
You do realise it's extremely likely that your character will die? Right?: Yes, and I fear that day ;-;
Oh, thanks! I totally forgot about this... But I'll start again soon.
Yay!
Yeah, I forgot to mention it. My summer break just started and I decided to chill for a little while. But I'll get back to work soon.
District nine usually will have sickles as weapon. Just saying :P
I know and so do Eleven's but I guess a throwing knife or a knife would suit her best since she worked with trading livestock xD
Binary Boolean, district 3
Binary opened his eyes and noticed something odd. He wasn't in his bed. He looked around and realized he had fallen asleep at his table. Again. He picked up the multiple papers and stacked them neatly where he could get back to them later. He opened his door and headed out, down the staircase. He walked through the empty halls into the kitchen, where he received a pleasant surprise. His mother and father were both sitting at the table, conversing about something. Binary approached.
"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" He asked.His father looked at his mother and laughed a little under his breath.
"Can you not remember anything? The reapings are today, everyone's off work." He answered. Binary scratched the back of his head.
"I, uh, I knew that. I was just testing you." Binary lied.
"Sure you were, now eat up." His mother said, passing a bowl full of cereal towards him. Binary eagerly agreed and began chowing down. After a few minutes he was finished.
"You eat like a cow." His father joked.
"Yeah?" Binary said.
"Go on and get dressed." His father said. Binary stood from the table and walked back to his room. He found a nice suit with a fancy tie. He pulled off his old cloths and put on the new ones, looking in the mirror. It fit surprising well, for something that was probably his father's when he was his age. Never the less, it looked pretty good on him, or at least he thought so. Binary then rushed out of his room back into the kitchen.
"You look so much like your father when he was younger." His mother said.
"You've said that every year." Binary said. Binary's father checked his watch and looked up.
"Looks like its time to go." He said. "We'll see you later."
...................
Binary walked down the road towards the justice hall. There were a few more kids out there, but Binary paid them no attention.
"Hey, Binary, going somewhere?" A familiar voice called. Binary just kept walking.
"Hey, I said where the fuck are you going?" It asked again. Binary put his head down and walked faster, but something caught his leg and he fell.
"Oh look, poor little Binary is in the dirt." The voice laughed. Binary got back onto his face and looked at the voice.
"Fuck off." Binary said.
"Oh, so the runt gets a temper." The boy said.
"Look, I don't want no trouble." Binary said.
"You should have thought about that a long time ago, runt." The boy said approaching. "You know, it might be for the best if you go die in the arena. Actually, I hope that's what happens." Now the boy was right in his face. "Now get the fuck out of here, runt." He said and Binary half ran away.
"He's right you know." A new voice said. "Its probably for the best of you get killed. It will end this pain." it said.
"Go away." Binary mumbled, and the voice disappeared.
Pixey Key, District 3
Everything was so surreal. Like drowning in an ocean of people. She looked around and in every direction all she saw was people. A women soon appeared on the stage, who looked like they had one to many plastic surgery's. These capitol people were pretty strange.
"As always, ladies first!" The escort beams. She pulls a slip out of a bowl and reads it. "Pixey Key!" She says. Pixey was shocked. She waited for someone to volunteer.
"No volunteers?" The escort says, sounding disappointed. "Alright then, Pixey Key come on up here." Pixey's legs grew a mind of their own and carried her forward onto the stage. The escort smiled at her. "Pixey Key, everyone!" She said, the crowd grew deadly silent. The escort frowned and walked over to the other bowl.
"Now for the men!" She said as she selected a slip and began reading it, but was cut off by a shout of someone volunteering. The escort breathed a sigh of relief as a young man walked to the stage. He looked younger than Pixey. "What is your name?" The escort asked.
"Binary Boolean." He responded.
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The room was silent. Her father sat with his head in his hands. He refused to make eye contact with her.
"Pixey..." He said finally breaking the silence.
"Yes?" Pixey asked.
"You are strong enough to be a career, join them. Stick with the pack, and you'll be fine. But the pack seems weaker this year than usual. If anything seems odd with the careers, you leave them. You are young, and smart. I- I don't want to lose you to." Her father said.
"You wont lose me. I will come back." She said. Her father lifted his head and looked at Pixey with sad eyes. He smiled weakly.
"Don't go making promises you cant keep." He said.
No choice this part, sorry.
Amazing part! Jesus.. Binary..
And why is Pixey a career? o.o
If I'm not wrong districts 1-4 are all part of the career pack. I think.
Districts 1, 2, and 4 are the only career Districts
What? Why not 3? Screw this.