The Hunger Games | Semi-Lit | Accepting!

[tokietok]

I am unbelievably sorry for my absence. School has got me caught up in so much work and so much drama, I haven't had much time to get on. ;A;

May I ask where the other District Two tribute is as of now? I'd like to catch up. Thank you!~<3

[Combeferre]

Phaedra | District 5

Phaedra frowned under the anxious stare of her sister as she fixed April's dress, smoothing the skirt hurriedly. "Are you okay?"
April smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah."
"Good." Phaedra smiled too; she had no desire to bring more gloom in the already tense household. "If you're ready...we can go." She quickly stole a glance at her own outfit, a white buttoned blouse and grey skirt, and quickly flicked a piece of dirt off.   
April latched onto her hand, and sighed loudly. "I hate the Capitol."
Phaedra turned around wildly, tense with alarm. Upon making sure no one was around, she gave a curt nod. "Mm, but don't go around saying that."

--

Phaedra's feet shuffled awkwardly, her hands ran through her hair often, and her teeth would repeatedly bite at her bottom lip. It was rare for her to be nervous about the reaping, as she knew there was a slim chance of getting drawn, but her mind would not stop wandering to the multiple slips of paper that read "April Lindley."
She felt strange and utterly lonely in the vast crowd, as she dwelled on the fact that she was part of the very few families that needed to apply for tesserae. It was not only embarassing, but it struck deep fear in her heart.
As the mayor finished his speech, he cleared his throat and glanced at the announcer, Marcel Rees, a strange cold light gliting in his eyes. "And I suppose, the reaping."
Marcel stood up from his chair and waddled towards the microphone, his fingers adjusting its height. "Well, well, well," he finally boomed. "Welcome, welcome, welcome." His green eyes scanned the crowd, his mouth twitching. Phaedra scowled, she disliked him severely.
"I'm so very glad to be here!" he continued, his tone making it evident he was not. "So exciting. As per tradition, ladies first, yeah? Let's get on with it."
His pudgy fingers grabbed the glass ball, trailing up the side dramatically. "Oh, the suspense!"
It finally stopped at the edge of the opening and swooped in, scrabbling madly among the many slips and causing a noticeable crunching as paper was thrown around. Phaedra winced, someone was to be chosen, and if it was her...
"Phaedra Lindley!"
She was certainly caught off guard, her shoulders immediately stiffened and she stared vacantly across the crowd with fear. 
That couldn't be true. 
She was vaguely aware of many pairs of eyes on her and someone yanking on her arm. Perhaps it was April.
"Stop," she ordered uncertainly, pulling her arm away. She refused to look at April or any of her friends, aware that tears was a high possibility by now. She walked across, heading straight for the platform, ignoring the ringing silence. The people parted as if terrified to be seen with her.   
Her eyes met Lola Shaw's piercing red gaze for a second, and she nodded as if congratulating her. Phaedra swallowed the lump in her throat, stopping at the foot of the stage. 
Marcel looked down at her, showing nothing but a calculating gaze. "Hello there, Phaedra Lindley. It seems you are now a tribute."

(Hope it's okay! ^^; Introductory paragraphs aren't always my best. Also, I'm not on a desktop computer, so I hope autocorrect didn't do something stupid!)

[Jenjo]

| Tallulah Leila Gray |
District Four | Train
She grinned when he said 'gnat food'. "Don't give the Capitol any ideas. They could set gnats after your lusciously-smelling hair." she laughed, before adding, "I really hope they don't change your hair much, though. I like it." she half-complimented him as she smiled a little.

She raised an eyebrow, before laughing again. "Oh please, Jonah-" she stopped, frowning. The thought of Jonah and the others from home made her stomach churn. She missed them so much already - they'd spent practically every minute of every day together. It was like a void in her soul, not being with them. She pushed those thoughts away. "Just because you've got an attractive chest doesn't mean you'll have every girl swooning over you, you know." she smirked, "But you're alright. I thought you'd be more stuck-up and stubborn, but you're actually alright." she remembered seeing several girls sigh over him outside his school one day last term. A group of them, with short skirts and loose ties, giggling as Taiven walked past. Admittedly, he was good-looking, and he was alright-


"Very true," she nodded, another grin beginning to form on her face. "Are you challenging me, Baxter? Because if you are, you must be prepared well enough to get your backside kicked." she grinned, suddenly remembering a story she'd heard on the streets. "When you mention sharks.. I heard this story on the street a while ago about you and a little shark incident." she smirked, prodding his chest with a finger as she began to walk further down the corridor.

{Reserved ^^ It's a fine post, hun c: and it's okay MB, we understand :D}

[exorcism]

(I'm sorry for quitting after about two posts, but I really don't think I would be able to do this role-play anymore. Hunger Games just doesn't have my interest that it once did, and I can't make myself role-play it. Sorry, I hope you understand! I'll have to leave, as stated before. I held the District Three female spot. :3)

[Jenjo]

(I'm sorry for quitting after about two posts, but I really don't think I would be able to do this role-play anymore. Hunger Games just doesn't have my interest that it once did, and I can't make myself role-play it. Sorry, I hope you understand! I'll have to leave, as stated before. I held the District Three female spot. :3)

{It's fine hun, I understand ^^ Removed~}

[O.G.]

(( Ugh, I'm suffering from lack of muse again! D= ))

[Jenjo]

{It's okay hun, take your time, I think I'm gonna go to get some sleep as it's 3am .3. Take your time <3}

[O.G.]

Taiven Baxter || District 4

He shuddered over-dramatically at the mention of gnats sent after him for his hair, of course playing with Tally. "Pssh, the only thing the Capitol will want to do is touch my hair and that only includes the ladies," he teased. "I think my hair will survive," he said confidently, flipping his short hair back slightly with a flick of his head. What she said was a compliment..he thought, and he would graciously accept any thrown at him. He was no priss exactly, but he definitely thrived under compliments. Without them he would feel..well, ugly. Then where would his confidence, bravery, and quite frankly, his entire personality be? It was very safe to say Taiven needed to be puffed up in order to function as he normally did.

His eyebrows furrowed when she referred to him as Jonah. Jonah? He had to think about it for a second. Who was Jonah? He was her friend he thought. He was one of the many boys who went to their school. He was like Tally in that he was one of those street urchins. He didn't typically hang around people like him or Tally or any of her friends because of their status. He was of higher class and he hung around people as such. It wasn't so much of a snob thing as much as it was he would pity his friends if they we skinny and poor. He might feel like he needed to give them some of his families money and really, they couldn't afford to do that very much. He didn't belong to a poor family, but they were far from rich.

He decided to ignore the fact that she called him that to try and keep things from getting complicated. He hated stuff like that. He preferred to be as blissful as he could even if it meant pretending the situation was better. "Yeah, I get that a lot," he commented. Anyone who didn't know him very well seemed to think the same as Tally did. Only his friends and past girlfriends -he had many- knew he was different than that.

Suddenly, he glared at Tally for mentioning the shark thing. He knew everyone in the district knew about it. He couldn't really be mad at her, though. It was too obvious that she was playing when she prodded his chest with her finger. He sighed and continued following her down the corridor. "Well, you know people. They like to color things up," he shrugged, trying to cover up whatever version she heard. Probably everyone stayed pretty straight to the facts considering his reaction couldn't have been any more pathetic. It was so pathetic that he wasn't sure people could add much to it meaning it might just be believable enough to Tally that people colored it up. That was what he was reaching for.

[aieralyn]

((Sorry it took so long to get my forms up... I literally typed them up 3 times each. My laptop died and people kept closing out of my windows.... XP))

Calloway Acanthus Rhymore



Basics
Username:
Kianake Sitikara
Character Name:
Calloway Acanthus Rhymore
District:
9-Grain
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Family:
Just his father-Matthias Rhymore
Friends:
None
Allies in arena:
None(So Far….)

In-Depth
Personality:
Calloway is usually a very quiet, serious character. He keeps to himself, hardly letting anyone else in. Due to his tendencies, he may seem cold and callous. However, he's a very kind and caring person. He is extremely loyal to those who earn his trust, and would never stab them in the back(metaphorically and literally in this case). But since he's hesitant to trust, he doesn't have anyone close to him. Rather, no one has ever bothered to get to know him. He doesn't have a preference in company, he's perfectly fine being alone or with others he's knows relatively well. If he doesn't know them well, he can be hostile.
Calloway's often ruled by his emotions. If he's strongly opposed to something, he'll do everything in his power to stop it, with no regard for even his own life. He hates violence when he's clear-headed, but he can kill if he gives himself to his anger. If he's angry, he's extremely unpredictable. Other than the fact that he wouldn't hurt those he truly cared for, he can do many things out of character. It's best to let him cool off on his own, because he may say or do things he will regret later.
Appearance:
Calloway stands at 5'9" and weighs around 155lbs. His build is muscular but lean; In fact, the majority of his weight consists of muscle. His skin tone is fair, but in the summer it tans well--evidence of the days working in the fields spread through his district. He has many freckles speckling his body, and arms are enveloped in various scars from over the years.
His cheekbones are pronounced, but not so that he appears malnourished. Quite the contrary, it suggests that he is very fit, with not much unnecessary weight. His lips are hardly ever pale, usually only a light pink shade. They aren't full or thin but somewhere in between. When he flashes one of his rare smiles, you can see he has barely pronounced dimples.
Calloway's hair is a deep brown, almost ebony in color. He wears it relatively short, the longest strands coming to a halt after around 2 inches. His eyes are peculiar; they are a rich blue, but they have ice blue flecks throughout. He has thick eyebrows and eyelashes, striking the observer due to their deep color.
Backstory/History:
Calloway was born to Corin and Matthias Rhymore. Corin was an beautiful woman with an immense heart. She married Matthias, years after he was crowned a victor of the Hunger Games. However, she passed away while birthing Calloway. Matthias was heartbroken, but cared for his son deeply. He despised the capitol, an understandable feeling after one has endured the personal hell known as the Hunger Games, and he was almost certain that the odds would never be in Calloway's favor.
He raised his son to participate in the hunger games. He trained him much like a career, except he didn't preach about how great the capitol was. Matthias was paranoid so he only said it once, away from everything that could possibly contain a bug, and blatantly stated how much he hated the capitol. In the beginning, it was obvious that Matthias was only concerned for his son's safety. Later on however, he started training him harder and harder, caring less and less if Calloway was getting hurt from the intense training. It became much like a game to him, to make him a killing machine almost. The more intensely he trained him, the more he played into the capitols hand. He soon lived for the hunger games, his reason melting into insanity.
The longer this went on, the more Calloway started running off and doing his own thing. He no longer trusted anyone, or really believed in love for he was never shown any. Calloway started to despise the capitol, blaming them completely for his father's turn in logic. He almost stopped training all together, in defiance of his father, but he picked it up again eagerly. He thought that if he won he could maybe make a difference, or at least improve the conditions of the districts somewhat.
Once he's picked for the reaping however, he realizes how thick he'd been. Once he sees the competition, his confidence fades. He sees the full power the capitol has over the districts and he becomes almost certain that even if he wins, he'd never be able to stop the influence of the capitol. He realizes for the first time how much of a piece he is in the Games.
Flaws:
Calloway lets his emotions rule. It’s hard for him to make rational decisions when his heart tell him otherwise. Due to this, he is very hesitant if not certain that he will not kill in cold blood. In the heat of the moment he may lash out, but later he will come to regret the loss deeply. One of his biggest physical weaknesses is that he doesn't have particularly high stamina. He's decent at basic camouflage, but anything past the basics he's hopeless at.
Strengths:
Due to the nature of his history, Calloway will have many strengths in the arena. But his most pronounced by far is his ability to fight with a dagger or hand to hand. He is resistant to a select few deadly poisons. His physical strong points are his brute strength and speed.
He's very resourceful. He'll find a way to survive using whatever's given to him.
Preferred weapons:
For hunting, he prefers arrows. However, he's also attached to having a hunting knife just in case anything were to go awry.
For offensive means, Calloway is somewhat comfortable with an assortment of weaponry, but his preferred weapon is a medium sized dagger. He's partial to these rather than knives due to the double edged blade.
Skills & talents:
In hand to hand combat, Calloway excels. Following close after in his strengths is his ability to wield a dagger. He's decent at wielding other weapons, but nothing close to his use of a dagger. He can swim, but he's not particularly good at it.
Likes:
Running, challenges, puzzles, and being alone.
Dislikes:
His father, the capitol, the hunger games, being forced into anything, humid weather, and feeling vulnerable.
Fears:
He's afraid to kill someone, but this fear is mild. He knows that he won't be able to avoid this in the arena. Also, he has a somewhat serious fear of lightning. It throws him way off, and this will be one of his biggest weaknesses in the arena if a storm hits.
Clothing style:
He usually wears loose-fitting pants and a jacket, with a skintight t-shirt underneath during the fall and the spring. In the summer, he adjusts to baggy shorts, a loose t-shirt or no shirt at all. In the winter, he wears thick sweats with a long sleeve t-shirt and a jacket over top. He's always wearing the same comfortable shoes.
Strategy & tactics:
He doesn't want any allies, that will only make it harder to kill them later. He'll go off on his own and survive until he's forced to go on the offensive.

Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?:
He's around an 8-9, extremely fast for short periods of time, but his stamina is weak.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten:
He's at a 6. He's confidant in who he is, the whole shebang. But when it comes to killing someone else, he's very squeamish for lack of a better word.
Likely or not likely to survive?:
Calloway's very likely to survive. This, whether he likes it or not, is thanks to his father's intense training. It's almost as if he's a career, he just isn't under the same influential mindset. He's still compassionate, while the careers are usually eager for bloodshed.
Did this character have training beforehand?:
Yes, quite a lot actually.
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?:
Calloway spent his time training in the art of knot-tying. He also briefly went to the edible insects and plant trainers, but just to learn of some exotic types.

Other Information
Questions?:
Is it bad/illegal that he has so many strengths? 0.o
Other:
Not that I can think of...

Avery Levi Rhoads



Basics
Username:
Kianake Sitikara
Character Name:
Avery Levi Rhodes
District:
6-Transportation
Age:
12
Gender:
Male
Family:
His little sister-Lily, and his parents.
Friends:
He makes friends with almost everyone he meets, but he doesn't have anyone who's particularly close to him.
Allies in arena:
None(So Far….)

In-Depth
Personality:
Avery's very laid back, and a has a very colorful personality. He talks openly with almost everyone, even complete strangers. He's very trusting of those around him, believing in even the smallest sliver of good in anyone. Because of this, he finds himself almost unable to hate. He's a very kind and caring person. He is extremely loyal to those he loves. He's very much a people person. He's comfortable around all sorts of people. But, he hates being alone.
Avery's very loving, and can't stand to see someone get hurt. He hates violence in any form. He's a strict pacifist, refusing to hurt even those who have hurt him.
Appearance:
Avery stands at 4'10" and weighs around 100lbs. His build is slight, even for his age. His skin tone is fair, and burns easily. He has many light freckles all over his face and neck, but none can be found on his body other than the regular beauty marks.
His face is round, still looking quite childish. He still has soft look to his face that suggests just how young he is. His lips are always a full, rosy pink hue. His smile is full of perfect pearly whites, and he has clear dimples engraved around the corners of his mouth.
Avery's hair is a sandy blonde, with natural highlights. He wears it at a medium length, the straight locks framing his face. His eyes are a pretty light shade of blue. His eyebrows are a light blonde, almost blending in with his face. They are barely ever visible though, hidden by his hair.
Backstory/History:
Avery was born to a rather wealthy family of district 6. The Rhoads owned the second largest railway in the district, second to the capitol's railway of course. They weren't disliked because of their wealth, they were actually a very kind and popular family. They were always giving back to the district, to those who couldn't afford much. Avery was used to a comfortable lifestyle, and wasn't used to not having much, or being hungry.
He grew up with only a little sister, she was born 3 years after he was. By the time the reaping came, she was only of 9 years old. When Avery's name was drawn, no one offered to take the young boy's place. They were all too afraid to die. Avery didn't feel betrayed, but he hated to leave his family. His parents were distraught, and little Lily tried to put up a brave front to make her brother's trip to the capitol easier.
Flaws:
Well erm.... Avery's going to be useless in the arena if he can't hurt anyone, or stand to see anyone hurt.
Strengths:
Survival skills, evasive actions(in other words, staying out of someone's reach), and hiding from opponents.
Preferred weapons:
None. Avery is strictly anti-violence.
Skills & talents:
Avery excels in survival skills.
Likes:
Being with people, running, showing off, and cloves.
Dislikes:
Being alone, being separated from his family, violence, citrus fruits.
Fears:
He's deathly afraid of snakes.
Clothing style:
He usually wears comfortable pants and a jacket, with a casual t-shirt underneath during the fall and the spring. In the summer, he adjusts to shorts and wears a casual top again. In the winter, he wears jeans with a long sleeve sweater loosely around his torso. He's always wearing the same comfortable tennis shoes.
Strategy & tactics:
To hide out away from everyone and just try to survive while the other tributes kill each other.

Details
On a scale of one to ten, how fast on their feet is this character?:
He's around a 7. He's fast for a kid, but against the older ones in the arena, he doesn't stand a chance.
How self-confident this character is on a scale of one to ten:
He's at a 6. He's confidant around people and in daily life scenarios, but in the arena he will be very unsure of himself.
Likely or not likely to survive?:
Not likely. He will probably be one of the first to die.
Did this character have training beforehand?:
None whatsoever.
What skills, if any, did this character develop while in the training centre and arena?:
He spent all of his time at the stations not involving fighting. He didn't want to learn how to use a weapon, unable to bear the thought that he might have to hurt someone. He loved the stations for survival however, whittling away his time learning about poisonous substances, making fires, building shelters, and so on.

Other Information
Questions?:
Not that I can think of.
Other:
Sorry my form for Avery is lazy.... -.-"
I don't plan for him to last long anyways.

[Jenjo]

{Accepted and added to the front - they're fine hun :3}

| Tallulah Leila Gray |
District Four | Train
Tallulah burst out laughing, watching Taiven flip his hair a little. "I hope so. It's nicer looking than your chest, after all." she smirked, not even sure if she was being serious or joking. "But y'know, the first thing I notice about people are their eyes. They're.. nice." Tally grinned at her lack of vocabulary. Everything about him was 'nice', it seemed. His wavy hair, his defined features, his bright eyes.

She realized that he looked quite like Jonah. They had similar hair length-wise, though Jonah's was a mahogany tone, a similar build - perhaps Jonah was taller, but only just - and their skin was close in color. Their faces were completely different, though. Jonah had a lopsided smirk, with quite thin lips. Taiven had peridot eyes, whereas Jonah's were bright hazel. Jonah had slightly bigger eyes too, wider, but at the same time, they had a sort of rough-kid look about them, whilst Taiven's eyes seemed bright and happy. Jonah's nose was definitely a little longer, too. Only Taiven had freckles: Jonah had a little scar across his nose, but it was hardly even noticeable anymore. She knew that if she'd seen Taiven on the streets, Jonah would have, too. After all, Jonah was the one that gambled around the markets, and brought in the most money out of the other urchins.

Tally shook herself back to reality, and realized that she had called him Jonah. Oops.

But she soon began to smile again as he glared at her. Tally shrugged. "It's nothing to worry about you know." she said, shrugging again, "I heard you wrestled it for hours. That's impressive." she paused, before grinning again, "Well, of course, though, with such a muscular chest, it must have been easy."