
*blackraven* wrote:Amber Lily Heruthania.:Username:.
*blackraven*
.:Tributes Name:.
Amber Lily Heruthania
.:Gender:.
Female
.:Age:.
17 years of age
.: District:.
District 4
.:Looks:.
Taller girl with mildly curly hair and really blue eyes. "She has hair like sand and eyes like the ocean itself." her dad would chuckle.
.: Personality:.
Amber is a very cold girl. She may be beautiful, but she could care less of your pathetic feelings, unless you're on her good side, of course. She's athletic, and when in training prefers not to be disturbed. She has a vivid imagination, and knows how to take a hit. She's the queen of come-backs and is smarter than her pretty face can lead on. She's rebellious and loved to draw outside the lines, to be higher than expectation. Amber is also very fun girl to be around. She cracks jokes occasionally and loves to sing and draw. When she would sing, the mockingjays would always recite her tune. She did this when she was sad. And she's been sad for a long time now. Her father died when she was a little girl. He was speared in a fishing accident. The worst part is, amber got to see it. She dove in the icy blue water and tried to save him. He smiled at her before being consumed by the murky water. She has been depressed ever since. She could still hear his laughter in her head. She would smile, then cry. He was her best friend. She doesn't stop fishing though. It hurts to see all the boys aimlessly throw tridents around. They would try to be funny, but that only fed the flame inside her.
.:History:.
She has been trained since she was 8 and has a knack for throwing tridents. Young women are usually put to work making nets, but Amber got to go fishing with all the guys. She would talk, but she would never let herself get attached to any of them. She despised them. One of them could have killed her father, so she doesn't talk much to them anymore. She thinks of the hunger games as a door to her father. Either way she would be happy. But she knows she just can't go and volunteer. She would leave her grieving mother and her 5 siblings behind. They would all be as depressed as her that she would die. That's the only reason that she has never volunteered for the games. Maybe this year it will change.
.:Weapons:.
Trident
Throwing knives
Spears
.:Other:.
NopeAzalea Ann Kingsly.:Username:.
*blackraven*
.:Tributes Name:.
Azalea Ann Kingsly
.:Gender:.
Female
.:Age:.
18
.: District:.
District 1
.:Looks:.
Muscular girl with long golden blond hair. She has amazing light green eyes.
.: Personality:.
Azalea is a very fast thinker and is very flirty...on the outside. On the inside she is a cold hard career that will stop at nothing to kill you, if you're on her bad side. She likes you she is a rad int young girl with an amazing smile. If your a guy she likes she's even more sweeter. She tends to like to work alone, or with a boy, if that.
.:History:.
Azalea has been trained for the games since she could walk. She knows almost all the moves by heart. She's deadly with about almost every weapon and skill. Except throwing spears/tridents, and she's not very good at swimming either. Otherwise she's got a knack for knife throwing/skills. She's like a clove, never misses. She was an abnormally radiant girl for her district, so of course she was followed around. She would say hello and smile her flirty smile, but she was never really interested. She needed someone worthy of her skills and appearance, someone worthy of her personality. Her mother told her to marry rich while her father told her to be a fighter. She turned out to follow both of them, except she's an exceptionally good fighter and gorgeous at the same time. She's got the best of both worlds. One day after school she stayed over a friends house to work on a project. All went well and before she knew it it was supper time. She bid her farewells and walked out into the cold, warmth piercing rain. She shuttered occasionally as she walked down the dark streets, then she heard them. " azalea! Az where you goin? Come here!" some of the boys shouted as they ran up to her. They all laughed and tore at her jacket and she had enough. She rolled her eyes and in one swift move they were all groaning with pain on the side walks. She punched one of them so hard it looked as if she broke his face. She laughed slightly and moved on coming home triumphant.
.:Weapon:.
Daggers
Spears
Bow and Arrows
.:Other:.
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To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
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