by SunnyJustice » Mon Dec 14, 2020 7:51 pm
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----Gabriel Silvergardthe first career
Career Founder of the 1st Hunger Games Full name: "Gabriel Silvergard, pleased to meet you." His surname is a combination of his parents': Silverbrook and Brungard.
Gender: "I often go by he/him, but I am also comfortable being referred to as Gabrielle and she/her or they/them." Gabriel is genderfluid, but is okay with any pronouns at any time. He doesn't exactly associate the pronouns with particular gender identities.
Sexuality: "I am bisexual." He doesn't lean towards any particular gender.
District: "I lived in District One."
Age: "When the reaping happened, I was eighteen, about to apply to university."
Voice type: Contralto / countertenor
Appearance: Gabriel stands at 5'11" with a slender hourglass figure and elegant, graceful dancer's legs. Almost snowy-white hair flows long and loose in thick waves down his back. He is finicky about cleanliness and hygiene, even in the wild woods of the arena. His eyes are a gentle baby-blue color. When he speaks, his voice is gentle, yet it carries a certain weight and formality.
Personality: "I aim to be kind and treat others with equity." Calm and poised, Gabriel is civil towards everyone from courteous friends to belligerent rivals. Compassion and civilized manners are what he values most. Although his patience towards others appears infinite, deep down he is incredibly disappointed when others behave in an offensive or irrational manner. His kindness belies an icy-cold temper towards injustices. He often expresses his grievances in passive-aggressive but still outwardly polite ways, aiming to steer the person away from their destructive path, but sometimes a recreant is too far gone in corruption. In that case, the best he can provide is a swift end.
Crush: "I am single. However, I see my district partner Letitia as my soulmate platonically. I do not believe I could love a romantic partner as much as I love her, my apologies."
Alliance: "Although the Career Alliance did not exist in my time, I am often labelled as its founder. In my opinion, my district partner Letitia deserves much of the credit. None of this would be possible without her kindness." Gabriel worked together with his district partner, Letitia, his best friend and guardian. They also recruited Conrad of District Four, and gave aid to Moxie of District Two in her time of greatest need. This marked the first time Districts One, Two, and Four would come together - but certainly not the last. ⚔
Reaped or volunteered: "I was reaped." Gabriel doesn't speak of it openly, but he believes it was rigged to hurt his mother.
Parade outfit: "I was appalled. Though I understand our stylists tried their best, my arms still ache at the memory." Gabriel and his district partner were forced into gaudy, rushed white-and-gold uniforms. It was clear this year's stylists rushed to put something together. Worst of all, however, was the huge district number banner they had to carry. The atrocious thing was so heavy, both Letitia and Gabriel needed both hands on it at all times. Gabriel isn't proud to admit he dramatically told his stylist to kill him afterwards.
Interview angle: "I tried to remain calm and patient, even as they asked me incredibly personal and rude questions." Gabriel could barely restrain himself from lecturing the uncouth interviewer. That barbarian kept asking prying questions about his mother.
Alignment: Lawful neutral
Weapon of choice: "Daggers. They allow me to fight with poise and grace." Gabriel wields twin daggers. Using his nimble footwork to his advantage, he can take down foes who are stronger and/or have a lower center of gravity.
Skills: "My ability to remain calm under pressure is one of my greatest strengths." Gabriel is remarkably composed and emotionally stable. Without such traits, he wouldn't have survived so long in the games. He also has a background in fencing and gymnastics that gave him the athletic ability to defend himself.
Fatal flaw: "I am not strong, in a physical sense that is." Gabriel may be emotionally strong, but he lacks physical upper-body strength.
Mentor: "At the time, none of us had mentors." Nobody had won a Hunger Games yet.
Training score: "Much to my surprise, I scored twelve." His mother pulled some strings to ensure he scored highest. Unfortunately, Luca's interference led to Gabriel becoming a target for the furious Quillon, who believed he deserved that twelve.
Death: "I am disappointed to have allowed that uncivilized brute, Quillon, to win the games. As it stands, I eagerly await his arrival in the afterlife. We all have some 'words' to exchange with him." The first arena was set in a nondescript forest, peaceful at first but soon to be stained with blood. The moment the first gong rang out, Gabriel and Letitia advanced to overtake the Cornucopia while hordes of frightened tributes fled in the other direction. Screams of horror echoed through the air just as the Ones reached the golden horn. Gabriel turned, eyes widening at the grisly sight of Quill from District Three brutally murdering his tiny district partner. In his distraction, he didn't notice the District Eleven boy sneaking up behind him to make the second kill of the games - until Letitia pushed him out of the way of an incoming axe. She grabbed the nearest sword and put an end to Thorne's assault.
Gabriel thanked Letitia for saving his life, quite the opposite of what Quillon did to his partner. But their challenge wasn't over yet. Most tributes had already fled, but not Quillon of District Three, who dragged along his ally Moxie from District Two to attack the Ones brutally. After a long struggle, Letitia and Gabriel gained the upper hand and drove off their challengers.
"What is that Three boy's problem? That felt incredibly targeted, and these inhumane 'games' are already in poor moral taste without such blatant atrocities added in. He dared attack us with the same sword he betrayed that child-"
Letitia's gentle voice put an end to Gabriel's passive-aggressive rant. He couldn't make out the exact words, but she was calling him to the Cornucopia's interior. With one final glare at the disappearing rumps of Quill and Moxie, Gabriel strutted off to join his district partner. Once his vision adjusted to the inner Cornucopia's dimness, his indignation immediately turned to horrified pity for the wounded District Ten girl who lay within. The earlier clash against Quill and Moxie had dulled Letitia's blade, so Gabriel took matters into his own hands.
After the cannon fired, the Ones took a moment to cool off and peruse the spoils of the bloodbath. Gabriel had just opened a crate of inhumanly green plantains when he noticed a redheaded lad mourning beside the body of a young lady. When Gabriel approached in concern, the other tribute lashed out - then calmed down and apologized for his outburst. He introduced himself as Conrad of District Four, district partner of the deceased lass before them. It was Moxie who'd callously murdered her, and Conrad wanted revenge.
Gabriel consulted with Letitia, and together they agreed to invite the lonely young gentleman into their alliance. None of them were fond of the egotistical Quill and his brutish-seeming ally Moxie. At first, District One's alliance with Conrad started as an union against a shared enemy, but soon a kinship started to form. Gabriel and Letitia made camp with Conrad and would take turns brewing him different teas. In return, Conrad pledged his loyalty, promising he wouldn't raise a blade against them until no other tributes remained but their alliance. Then he would fight, but only once all three of them were ready for their final battle.
None of them knew at the time, but this pledge would become a key foundation for Career alliances for decades to come.
The trio occasionally left camp to fight tributes, each time ensuring the end was as swift and easy as possible. Gabriel harbored no ill will towards his opponents. Ending up in the Hunger Games was not their fault, and none of them deserved to suffer.
Sadly, it seemed not everyone thought this way. One cold morning, Moxie of District Two arrived at camp, this time unarmed and mortally wounded. Gabriel watched in horror as she dragged herself into the clearing and collapsed at his feet.
"Quill, he's... he's coming for you next," Moxie managed. It seemed she barely had the strength to speak the words aloud.
Gabriel's distress soon hardened into anger as he realized exactly what Quillon had done. Not only was he a callous murderer, that felon had it in him to betray his own ally and throw her out in the cold. He truly did live up to his name - Quill was a spiteful prick. "Never mind us, how dare he do this to you! Out of all the disgusting, traitorous atrocities-"
"It's fine, I..." Trembling with cold or exhaustion, Moxie lifted her head to make brief eye contact with Conrad. "I'm sorry."
Conrad, whose eyes once blazed with anger at the mention of Moxie's name, now wore an expression of pained sympathy. He removed his coat and draped it over the dying tribute before skulking off. Moxie whispered something inaudible, probably a 'thank you'.
Letitia knelt beside the injured young lass, soft grey eyes warm with motherly concern. Gabriel placed a gentle hand on his district partner's shoulder in the hopes of offering some reassurance. He trusted Letitia could handle the situation, so it was for the best that he and Conrad left them in peace. "I will give you two a moment. Conrad and I have some blades to sharpen."
Once the cannon fired, Gabriel and Conrad returned to camp with their newly-sharpened weapons. Poor Letitia now sat alone by the fire. Gabriel went to pour her a cup of lavender tea, but upon opening the canteen, he found it completely empty. It didn't take much thought to know what Letitia had done with it. She had a good heart.
Returning to the fire, Gabriel wrapped his arms around his district partner. Conrad snuggled up on her other side, almost protectively, as if trying to shield both District One tributes from the enemy lurking in the forest. It wasn't uncalled for. Moxie had no reason to lie. No doubt Quillon was out there, waiting for the right moment to strike. They'd have to be ready to defend themselves.
That night, the trio set up a watch system. Conrad volunteered for the first shift, promising he'd sound the alarm at the first sign of danger. Gabriel and Letitia entered the tent to sleep, but it seemed they'd barely closed their eyes when the battle cry sounded. They darted out of the tent to help Conrad, but that dastardly Quill had struck and fled, leaving the redhead dying on the forest floor.
"You filthy coward!" Conrad shouted into the darkness, shaking his fist in outrage. "Moxie was right about you!"
Gabriel started to apologize for not making it out in time, but Conrad just huffed indignantly. Although he tried to look furious, there was affection in his eyes as he looked to Letitia and Gabriel. "Oh, shut up. I know you'll get revenge on that scallywag soon enough. Now, all I want is a cup of your best chamomile and then I'll be on my way."
The camp seemed quieter and colder with Conrad gone. Gabriel huddled with Letitia by the fire, afraid to sleep in case another attack ensued. Their following days were sleepless and uneventful, apart from the discovery of a starving tribute who'd collapsed near camp. Taking pity on the emaciated male from District Six, Letitia cooked him a last meal which he gratefully ate despite his confusion. He eventually fell into a contented sleep - and with a heavy heart, Gabriel decided to make sure he'd never awaken.
Soon, the finale was at hand. Only Quillon stood in District One's way of victory. It was best to hunt him down now, before exhaustion weakened them further, so Gabriel and Letitia sharpened their blades in preparation for the coming battle. Before they could leave camp, however, a guttural howl pierced the crisp night air. Wolves.
Gabriel and Letitia climbed a tree, hoping the pack would pass by and leave soon enough. They didn't. Mere minutes later, a dozen white wolves filed into the clearing, fur as glossy and pure as freshly fallen snow. One of them craned its head up to look at the District One tributes - and winked. Gabriel felt a chill run down his spine. Those were not wolves, at least not anymore.
The massive canines stalked over to the tree trunk. Almost effortlessly, two of them scaled the tree like panthers. They lunged at the tributes, sending them both falling to the pack below. Gabriel's world transformed into a blur of white fur, claws, and his own screaming.
As the dust cleared, Gabriel was surprised and almost horrified to find himself still alive. Letitia, much to his anguish, was not so well-off. She'd taken the brunt of the wolves' attack so Gabriel's life would be spared. With all the strength left in him, he dragged himself over to his dying district partner and gathered her into his arms. Letitia smiled up at him one final time before the cannon fired.
The ruins of District One's camp once again echoed with howls, this time human. Not even mutts answered the cries of despair.
Hours later, Gabriel opened his eyes to the sound of footsteps. Curled up next to the extinguished fire, his body felt stiff and cold, and for a moment he wondered if he was still alive. The sight of Quillon Jacobs smirking at him confirmed his fears. Not only was he still somehow tied to the mortal world, this disgusting traitor was here to make him suffer.
Gabriel drew his daggers with shaking hands, refusing to accept death at this lowlife's filthy hands. His efforts were futile. Laughing in arrogant triumph, Quill kicked the blades away and planted his boot on Gabriel's chest. Rude. As Quillon drew his sword, the weapon that he'd used to betray his own ally, Gabriel made up his mind to remain defiant to the end. He couldn't fight, he couldn't speak. All he could do was stare this monster in the eye until his vision finally faded.
After what felt like forever, Gabriel woke to a familiar warmth and light. He could move his legs again, and the first thing he did was run to Letitia and cling to her. The second thing he did?
"I cannot believe this lowlife delinquent! Out of all the inhumane, dignity-degrading atrocities..."
Letitia, Conrad, and Moxie didn't hear the end of his passive-aggressive rants for days.Gabriel's Relationships
Alliance: | ◆ allies | ◈ neither allies nor enemies | ◇ enemies | ❖ betrayed
Feelings: | ♡ romantic | ✿ very positive | ✓ positive | ▣ neutral | ✘ negative
The 1st Hunger Games
【 D1 ◆ ✿ 】 Letitia: Gabriel loves and admires Letitia. Her presence both strengthens him and makes him feel safe.
【 D2 ◇ ✓ 】 Moxie: Although they were enemies at first, Gabriel has now adopted Moxie as his baby.
【 D3 ◇ ✘ 】 Quillon: Gabriel hates this traitorous, atrocity-committing criminal with every fiber of his being.
【 D4 ◆ ✓ 】 Conrad: Gabriel respects Conrad for his courage and straightforwardness. He's a good friend and ally.
【 D4 ◈ ▣ 】 Diana: Conrad's district partner died in the bloodbath, so Gabriel never got to know her.Other
【 ✿ 】 Luca: Gabriel loves his mother and misses her so much. It's unfortunate what she's become.
【 ✿ 】 Donovan: He was Gabriel's caretaker growing up. The two are incredibly close.
【 ✿ 】 Alma: Gabriel is fond of his stepmother and her warm District Two hugs.
【 ✓ 】 Eden: Although Gabriel never met his half-brother in person, he loves Eden already.
【 ✓ 】 Angelo: The child President Luca adopted to replace Gabriel. He's a good young lad.Last edited by
SunnyJustice on Sat Jul 02, 2022 6:02 pm, edited 7 times in total.
