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{-}||The dangerous male||{-}||eighteen||{-}||Noah||{-}
"My full name is quite a hassle. I don't know why my parents had the genius idea to give me two middle names, but I think it's kind of cool. My full name is Cato Parker Noah Dawson. It's kind of complicated how I got two middle names...But, I guess I have time. My mum had two brother's named Cato and Parker. Somehow, both of them got killed, so she named me after them, and my dad chose the name Noah, because it was his favorite grandfather's name. And, Dawson's just my family's last name. Make sense now?"
"I go by Noah, and Noah only. I don't like the name Cato very much, and Parker just doesn't fit me. So, I've been called Noah ever since I could voice an opinion about it. So, nice to meet you. I'm Noah."
"The odd's were in my favor up until this year. I'm eight and ten years of age. The oldest age a tribute can be before they can no longer be drawn. But, I guess the odd's turned against me on my last year."
"I belong to District Eleven. Home of Agriculture. I may not seem like I know how to climb a tree, but trust me, I've grown up climbing them, reaching for the apples at the tops of the trees. I used to be one of the best climbers, until I grew to big to reach the slimest branches. But that doesn't mean I can't climb much better than most any tribute here."
"Nooooooo, I'm just telling you every detail of my life for fun. Obviously I'm a tribute. Though I've been asked to be a career. I suppose I could join up with them for a while...but that depends on if it will work in favor."

Bold~ Noah isn't very shy about the way he acts. Usually, he has a very bold manner about him, basically saying he doesn't care other's see him. If they have a problem with him, and they inform him so, he doesn't care less. If he's feeling a certain way, he'll say so. Along with his boldness, he's very charismatic, making him a very easy person to talk to, and he's very...how would you say it? He's a...pleaser to the crowds with his quick and smart wit.
Smart~ If there is one thing Noah is, it would be smart. He's very analogical, and is observing things and coming up with a solution much faster than a normal human being. It would a very dumb move to underestimate him as he can take you down about as quickly as an arrow can a deer. When he does anything, he takes a moment to analyze the situation and carefully thinks it through before making a move, but because his mind works so quickly, he only pauses for a few seconds before he has a solution.
Witty~ Ah, Noah and his wit. Much like his grandfather, he has the handsome looks and a clever wit that add to his appeal towards the Capitol. Most have placed their bet on him, as his grandfather won the Games with his clever thinking and wit. Though, Noah seems to harbor a more dangerous side than his grandfather.
Dangerous~ Noah may seem like a sweet guy, but he's really one to watch out for. Growing up in District Eleven has toughened him up, and he knows how to wield a sword and spear quite well. He could be a very, very dangerous opponent, or he could make a very helpful ally. What side you have of him, well, that's up to you.
Funny~ Along with his wit, Noah has a very humorous side to him. However, it is mostly made up of sarcasm and pessimistic attitude, since he knows all about the Games. He has no tolerance for the Career's, and will most likely refuse to join their pack if offered a spot. As a matter of fact, his humor is currently mainly focused on how idiot career's can be. Though, he isn't an idiot. If he thinks working with the career's will help him, he'll join them...for a little while.
Wild~ Noah isn't the type of guy to follow rules and regulations, as he has a very wild side to him. If he's not amusing the crowd, he's causing all sorts of trouble and getting people angry with him...yet it only seems to draw him sponsors. So, no matter the situation, Noah will be doing what he wants, when he wants.
Noah didn't exactly have the 'average' history. His mother died during his birth, and his father soon became drunk, blaming the handsome little boy for his only love's death. He practically disowned Noah, so the young boy had to learn to fend for himself.
By the time he was nine, he was easily one of the best climbers in the district, and he could get things that other's couldn't get out of the tree tops. Somehow, he knew how and where and when to place his feet so he wouldn't fall or break a limb. He was like a spider-monkey. With his climbing skills, he soon learned how to hunt, from his mother's best friend, Chip. She was a young mother, and her own daughter, Twig, soon became a close friend of Noah's.
By the time the two were ten, they were constantly together, practically tied at the hip. Often, Noah would stay at Chip and Twig's house, since his father was rarely home, and when he was he was usually passed out on the couch. So, Twig's house was like his safe-haven.
It was hard on the young boy, growing up without a mother or a father, since he didn't consider James to be his father. Chip was like his adoptive mother, and Twig, not quite his sister, but not-not quite his sister. Since James technically was still his legal guardian, he finally decided that Noah could no longer see Twig or her mother anymore, said they filled the boy with nonsense.
Soon after his forebiddenment, Noah began telling story's. He was very good at making things up, pretending something wasn't what it was. Twig had called it a gift. So, every night at midnight, he and Twig would sneak out and meet in the orchid's and Noah would tell her a story of far-off lands with faery-tales full of mermaids, singing sailor's, princess's and no Hunger Games. So, it was their ritual at night to hang out, but pretend like nothing had happened at school the next day.
Finally one night his father found out about the meetings and in a rage, threw Noah out. That's when the boy went out on his own. He made his own living, and found himself a small shack of a house at age fifteen, and hung out with Twig as often as he wanted, and erased his father from his life, not even caring to attend his father's funeral when he died. Far as he was concerned, he was dead long before that.
After three years of his joyous, carefree life, Noah was drawn for the games. And that's how he ended up here.
Mother;; Elaine Rain [Woodrow] Dawson [deceased]
Father;; James Noah Dawnson [deceased]
Siblings;;None
Half-siblings;; None
Step-Mom;; None
Step-Dad;; None
That depends on how Noah's feeling at the moment. Like pretty much any guy, he likes girls. He likes weapons, fighting and being in control. Never one to be underestimated, he hates being told what to do and how to do it, often getting him in trouble. He likes sweet-talking people and convincing them he's right. Noah likes being sly and witty, and has fun pulling pranks and climbing trees.
Being told what to do, how to act, and just generally being bossed around. Noah has a very stubborn, fiery personality and he won't allow anyone to get in his way.
Noah isn't really the insecure type. So far as anyone can tell. He's not very revealing about his life, and therefore no one can really tell his insecurities.
Noah can be very open about his feelings towards the capitol. He doesn't care what they think of him, and would rather they hate him, than love him, which could get him killed
Noah's perfectly health, far as anyone can tell.

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Noah's eyes are a deep blue grey color, like that of storm-clouds. Specks of green lace throughout the iris, along with small golden flecks, giving his eye an odd brilliance, that stops most when he stares at them. Thick black lashes surround his softly-almond-shaped eye and he always has a piercing stare that seems to see right through people. Often he make's people uncomfortable when he's staring at them, as they say it makes them feel like he know's what their thinking.

Noah's hair is deep, dark brown, almost coal-black in colour. It is much like his mother's hair taking on the colour trait of her hair. However, his hair is a typical short length, that always seems messy. Often, it falls in a soft sweep across his forehead, but otherwise is usually quite a mess.
Noah's stormy grey eyes, high cheekbones and pale-ish skin makes him a very handsome boy. His lips are full, and light pink, and his nose looks like it's been broken once or twice, giving it an almost crooked look at the bridge, whereas every else, it's a straight line. His messy ebony hair often falls in front of his eyes, giving him a mischevious look at times. His law-line is quite strong and sharp, accenting his look perfectly.
Noah has one scar, that stretches from his left shoulder, to his right hip on his back where he fell out of a tree at night, stealing an apple. He was whipped, and that was the result...it's been there since he was nine.
Noah weighs one hundred and fifty-two pounds, and combined with his height of six two, makes for a very menacing figure. He's quite strong and muscular looking, but amazingly can climb trees like a spider-monkey. His arms and legs are quite muscular, and he can throw a spear with either arm with amazing, deadly accuracy.

Noah weighs one-hundred and fifty-two pounds, which makes him underweight for his height of six two. He should be somewhere around the one-hundred and seventy pound area, but with not getting much food as his district is one of the poorer districts, he is slightly underweight. However, all of him is muscle, and he makes for quite the intimidating figure when it comes to fighting him.

Noah's district is one of the poorer districts and not having money = not having body modifications. He doesn't like piercings, but he's okay with tattoos, and if he had the money would probably have one himself.

"I never really liked the whole dating thing when you were little. Everyone else did it. I guess I was to busy fighting for my life half the time. So, in answer to your question, no, I've never had a 'past-love'. However, there is this girl named Twig back home. Everyone thinks she's my girlfriend, but she's really not. We're just friends."
"There's no denying that every girl I've seen here is pretty, but I don't have my eyes on anyone yet. We're in the Hunger Games. Only one of us comes out.. What are the odds that it'll be me and if I fall in love, I'd give my life to save the girl. Therefore, no crush currently."
"Never had a relationship, not to keen to start now. Doesn't mean I'm not open, I'm just saying it'd be a bit hard, being thrown into an arena to fight to the death an all. Call me mr. pessimistic, but that's just how I view it."
"I assure you, I am straight, though I have absolutely nothing against those who aren't. Hey, it's not my life. Why should I worry about who you love?"
"I haven't made an alliance yet. Maybe I'll make one as the Games progress, or I'll join the career's for my own....reasons. Let's just see how this plays out, shall we?"
"I don't think I've created any enemies yet, but if I join the career's, I'm sure I'll have a few by the middle of the Games."

Spear, sword, or knives. Anything with a blade, or some way to make a blade of some sort and Noah's a deadly opponent to be facing my friend. He is oddly quick on his feet, and very calculating, which makes him quite deadly.
None, yet
Noah's advantages can be...abundant. He's extremely strong, and therefore has quite a good throwing arm when it comes to weapons. It may not look it, but the boy grew up in Eleven and therefore is quite skilled in climbing trees. He knows some plants, but doesn't have an abundant knowledge as he was trained more to fight. The boy is very people-friendly and can talk someone out of something quite quickly. He's a quick thinker, and knows how to analyze a situation quickly, and find a way out of it.
Though Noah's very smart, his smart aleck comments can often get him into quite a bit of trouble. Often he pushes his jokes to far and ticks someone off. He's not good
If you've got a token, how did you get it?
Call Me Hopeless But Not Romantic;;Mayday Parade
Anything Else?

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Wait I'm confused..... We can reserve things from the coopercornia? And are we gonna do like the interview and chariot rides? Cause that would be sooooo cool. Plus u get to learn alittle more about all the tributes.

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No, thats just a different form from another role-play I'm guessing.

And sorry, we are starting from the games.

[Midnight Beam]

Oh got it! And no its fine!!!!! Itll be fun either way!

[Iŗi]

(done my form now)

[Forever is Now]

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please reserve 6 girl and 8 boy for me! I am doing the forms right now!

[mite107]

Vespa Steangine

I raised myself. I chose my own name, after hearing the word Vespa somewhere. I was young at the time, and didn't know how to spell Steam Engine, but I like my name as it is well enough. Some of the other street folk looked after me when I was really but I mostly fend for myself. Not that I'm great at it or anything. I have more scars than a poor man's mule, but I'm still in one piece, so that's good enough.
January thirteenth is the day I gave myself a name, and it's what I celebrate as my birthday. How do I celebrate? Sometimes a few of my friends will share some of their pickings for the day with me. Once in a while I even get a piece of dried fruit or meat, if it's been a good week.
I live in district Six, Transportation District. I'm a bit paler than the other residents, so my parents might have been from somewhere else. I like to pretend they were from outside of Panem.
I have a job. I work as a porter on one of the trains. I'm only thirteen, but if i'm sufficiently dirty I can pass as old as fifteen, and my employer is not the most honest of men, so he overlooks the age problem. I like my job very much. While I'm working I get to go to new places, if it's an overnight trip I can sleep indoors, and sometimes a passenger is nice and gives me a tip or some table scraps. Once I even got some spare cloth from someone leaving district eight.
One thing I am good at, so I'm told, is being persuasive. My friends say I have a certain charm that draws people in. I don't know if charm is the word I'd use, but I seem to get what i want if it's something I'm persistent about. Of course, a piece of shiny metal or a roll of bread isn't getting me to the Capitol, but I'm happy enough.
I'm not very worried about being picked for the Hunger Games. I don't take much tesserae because it's a hassle to fill out the forms if you don't have parents, a home, etc. But even if I do get picked, I wouldn't mind much. I don't particularly mind dying. My life isn't really going anywhere, and I've enjoyed it enough to have no regrets. But I won't win, that's for sure.
I don't usually get angry about anything, even if someone tries to make me mad. People say it's strange of me, but I don't see much use in getting upset when you don't really have anything worth the worry and effort.
Don't get me wrong, I can hold my own in a fair fight. I'm not great or anything, but I'm pretty good at sneaking around and getting behind people, which throws them off. Also, it helps to be able to run away without a trace.
Remember the roll of cloth I told you about? It was yellow, with little green clovers on it. I made it into a dress. It's not gorgeous, but I wear it sometimes and imagine that I live in the Capitol. Otherwise, I just wear old mens' shirts I find in the garbage, or clothes passengers leave on the train, if they're worthless enough that my boss doesn't want them.
I would say I'm a happy person. More like content, actually. I know things could be better, but I can deal with how they are right now. I can live with the hand I've been dealt.

Theme Song: Butterflies And Hurricanes by Muse

Twill Argile


I know your going to ask, so no, my hair isn't naturally white. My mom brings her work home a lot. When she brings home bleach, I do my hair. Why? Because I like to stand out. I like people to think I'm a freak.
I live in district eight, textile district. I'm fifteen years old, and I live with my mother, father, and older sister. My mom and dad both work at textile mills, but my sister's sickly, so she stays home.
I help take care of my sister a lot. People used to make fun of me for that, but they haven't since I stabbed that one kid. That's when I started bleaching my hair. People stay away from me because they think I'm crazy. I don't mind that though.
I like glass. When I can get ahold of it, I carve it into things. But it splinters a lot. I have scars on my hands from it.
I like white things. White is a clean color. Peaceful. I like red too though. Those are the colors I wear. I won't wear anything else.
If I got picked for the Hunger Games, it would be bad, but I think I would do okay. I wouldn't win, but I could do alright for a while. Mom would have to stop working to take care of sis, but I think they would probably be alright. For awhile.

Theme Song: Aerials by System of a Down