::||Alone with only me||:: A Hunger games rp|needs members!!

[~passionislove~]

Ariel sat on the train feeling lonely as the time went by. She really was not excited about doing this.

[anomaly.]

:: Tribute Form ::
Username:Party Rocker
Name: Dinarte Vieira
Gender: male
Age: 17
District: 9
Looks (picture, please!):
Family: ---
Special Weapons: chain with steal arrow head on end. Spear
Token: Horse head necklace
Mentor: i dunno....
Stylist: Collins!
Crush/BF, GF: no
Anything else?: speaks fluent spanish


|: Stylist Form |:
Username:
Name: Collins Rondelez
Age: 24
Which District do you have?: 9
Have you had any other tributes?: No
Looks (picture, please):
Anything else?: nope


:: Tribute Form ::
Username:
Name:Octavia Maker
Gender: female
Age: 16
District: 9
Looks (picture, please!):
Family: ----
Special Weapons: bow and arrows, Samari sword
Token: Dragon tattoo on cheek.
Mentor: I dunno
Stylist: Venia
Crush/BF, GF: no
Anything else?: no


|: Stylist Form |:
Username:
Name: Venia Renez
Age: 25
Which District do you have?: 9
Have you had any other tributes?: No
Looks (picture, please):
Anything else?: no

[ColorsOfTheWind]

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:: Tribute's Name ::
» Darren Lockheed «

:: Age ::
» 18 years of age «

:: Gender ::
» Male «

:: District ::
» District 3 «

:: Family ::
» He is orphaned, and his brother died at only age 5 «

:: Other? ::
» Nope «

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:: Personality ::
» Darren is a solitary guy from district 3. He spends his days hunting and trading. He is slow in trusting someone, he never lets people become close to him, because the only ones who were died and left him all alone. He has a rough exterior, not in looks but in behavior. He pushes people away from him; he is scared that if he cares for someone they will just leave him. He is very athletic, and though tall, he is very scrawny. He is fast, yet he is clumsy and awkward because he his long legs and arms. If you manage to get him to talk to you, he won't tell you much. He will just stare off into space, when he is in deep thought, which is very often. He is a born strategist, he always has a plan or solution, he is a valuable team mate in that aspect, but he is rather anti-social. Secretly he longs for a lasting relationship, he hates being alone, but he has learned that it is nessiasry. Even though it is not. He craves adrenaline; he always wants it pumping through his blood. He is a very nonchalant person; he is often bored of life, until he finds action. Excitement brings out the best in him; a fight for survival is what he needs to be drawn back to his spunky self. He cocky, but not arrogant, he is sure of his designs and when he knows he is right he may seem to be to prideful. There are many aspects of Darren that are hidden, he is a very good person, you just have to get past the unlikable layers of his wall of protection, he puts around himself. He purposely tries to make people dislike him, to drive them away; he has it in his mind that anyone who is close to him will leave him all alone. He needs someone who can see through his desqise and find the true Darren «

:: History ::
» His Father died. His mother soon followed, her broken heart just gave way. Leaving a 12 year old Darren Lockheed, to take care of himself and his younger brother, age 4, named Jason. Darren took a tressa, but it was not enough, he and his brother were sent to the poor house. His brother died at only age 5, of an outbreak of disease in the house. Darren ran away, following the death of his brother, to the woods. By this time he was 13, his father had taught him how to shoot a bow and arrow, and how to kill with snares and a knife, before he died. Darren made a living by selling his catch in the town square. No one turned him into the peacemakers, for living outside the gates, because no one knew. He acted as a normal citizen of the district «

:: Token ::
» A leather woven braclet, his brother helped his mother make for him on his birthday «

:: Talents ::
» Archery and knife fighting. He is also good with a gun, he just has to get a hold of one. He often uses a stolen M4-Rifel at home when hunting «

:: Likes ::
» Hunting «
» Being alone «
» Berries «
» Reading «
» Drawing maps and such «
» Competing ( He secretly loves it ) «

:: Dislikes ::
» The capitoal «
» The cereers «
» The Hunger Gmaes «
» Killing humans but will do it to survive
» People who underestamate him because his is from dis. 12«
» Rich people «
» The heat «
» Fourming alliances ( But will do it )«
» Blood ( His own or another humans )«

:: Fears ::
» Heights «


:: Allergies ::
» He is alergiac to Honey, a very strange alliergy indeed. His throat swells up, blocking his air way «

:: Training Score ::
» He scored an 10 for his acrery and knife skills «

:: Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend ::
» N/A «

:: Other? ::
» Nope «

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:: Hair Colour ::
» A dark color brown, but it is a very nice shade on him «

:: Eye Colour ::
» Deep, Dark, sparkling brown that are darker than his hair «

:: Body Modifications/Scars ::
» He has a long scar across his left cheek, it is very ugly , but he is still handsom anyway «

:: Other? ::
» Nope «

((please use my forms, and party rocker, accepted.))

[ColorsOfTheWind]

((just a quick recap for you party, (can I call you party?) everyone is on the trains with their mentors, going to the Capitol.))

[anomaly.]

(( ok and yes you may! ))

Dinarte
I sigh and flick a piece of grain from my hair into Octavia's Hair. I smile as she glares at me. The games were comign up and the train ride there was long and boring. I sigh and look out the window. I was scared out of my wits but did not let it show. I look up and see nothing that could amuse me but Octavias torment.

[ColorsOfTheWind]

((yay! I like nicknames))

:: 4 ::

Aradia sighed, and played with the shells on her necklace. Her mother and little brother made it for her. She had to get back to them, or, at least, get the necklace back to them if she died in the arena. She realized something for the first time. She wasn't afraid of death. She was afraid of what would kill her. She didn't want to die a slow and painful death, but she knew it was most likely going to happen that way.

||8||

Andrew paced around his room, bored out of his mind. He wished they would hurry up and get to the Capitol and get this over with. Falling on his bed, he thought about how his stylists would make him into the plaything of the Capitol this year. Dress him in a Peacekeepers uniform, since his district made them. He didn't even want to know.

[soulie]

Shain shrugged she had no idea since they were trapped on a train.

(For China)

[1D fan]

David stood there and said "lets find our rooms."

[soulie]

Shain stood and nodded "Ok." She whispered.

[1D fan]

David lead her to her room.