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[ n a m e ] Silver Lawrence, named after the shining metal, was a common name for girls in District One, at her time of birth. Just like names in the real world, like Anne and Megan, ebb and flow in time, at one point Glitter was popular, then Silver, then maybe Glow, or Sparks. Either way, she's met at least three other Silver's in her year.
[ n i c k n a m e ] Just Silver. It may not be that original, but there's something about it...
[ a g e ] 18: eighteen years old
[ b i r t h ] August third, a leo: ♌
[ g e n d e r ] Female. Silver's just about as manly as a buque of pink flowers. In a tea parlor. Wrapped in a silk bow.
[ o r i g i n ] Silver hails from District One, where they make luxury goods. She's a career.

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[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] With dark rusty hair the color of burnished brass, and skin a tanned bronze, like honey, Silver is considered a beauty. Flaming in her appearance, her eyes are dark and wide set, rimmed by jet black lashes assisted in their volume by products, but mostly natural. Their color is so dark, actually, it would be hard to tell whether they were the darkest of browns, or actually black. But they give her a glazed, sad look upon her sun kissed face. With delicate features and bones of spiderweb and lace, Silver is as feminine as one could look. Tall, at about five feet and eight inches, most of her high is made up by her legs, with a high waist and flat stomach. It gives her an aquiline quality about her, and she looks graceful when she moves. A pretty girl, Silver has flaws, but they are mostly outweighed by her lovely and unique appearance. Mostly everyone in District One is a blond, it's just the physical norm of the place. Because of these facts, Silver's always stood out in a crowd for her bright hair, tanned skin, and dark eyes. (Opposed to the pale skin and azure eyes of everyone she knows). She's always been used to getting her way, of having boys stare at her when she walks by, of special treatment. She's no fool, she knows it's because she's beautiful. And that's actually quite a sobering fact.
[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] An extreme dark; like black chocolate. Her eyes are large and daunting when angry, but almost doe-like when they glitter for happiness. Set far apart on her face, they create a contrast between her lightly tanned skin and those black pits.
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] Silver's always had lovely hair. A natural dark red, burnt copper and rusty colored, it flows in thick plaits down her back, waving slightly, but a normal texture. Coarse, so it is easy to braid and style, Silver's hair is thick and heavy, a curse in Florida, but not so bad to look at. When she's in the Games, she'll keep her dark red hair in a low ponytail, simple and functional.
[ e t h n i c i t y ] White, tanned, and slightly freckled.
[ h e i g h t ] Five feet and eight inches
[ w e i g h ] About one hundred and thirty pounds
[ m o d i f i c a t i o n s ] Nothing.

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[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] Silver has always been the type of girl you didn't want to mess with. She's not extremely kind, or selfless, or even sweet, when you first meet her. She's harsh-tongued, and clever, with hard eyes and a judgemental mindset. Silver's worst qualities are her pride and her selfishness. She doesn't, per say, think she's better than every else. It's not that type of pride, but she believes herself above a lot of things. She won't stoop to get what she wants, and she won't beg. It's below her dignity, in her mind. Silver is the girl who keeps her head high, even when she feels like crying; she's the girl who doesn't let her facade down for even a moment, she wouldn't dare. Her pride has caused the dark haired girl to do a lot of pretty idiotic things, but she never see's it until it's too late. Lola's proud is a dignified sort, not the type of pride that causes arrogance; just the type that hinders certain endeavors, and can ruin a friendship, or relationship, pretty easily.

Selfishness is more pronounced in Silver's personality. She can come off quite self centered, and for the most part it is because she is. Quite so. Lola thinks, for the majority of the time, only for herself. This quality branches off into smaller, more finite traits, like ambition and vanity, but they all grow from the tree of selfishness. She's good at not showing all her cards, this girl, and in the process, it might not be to obvious how, all the time, she thinks about herself. Her issues, her problems, her misery she goes through. Her adventures, her lessons, her homework, her everything. It's hard to be a good person when you can't think about other people, so sometimes it is a struggle to remain a decent human being. However, Silver's selfishness is cause for something good. When she finds someone she really cares about, someone who she trusts and loves and feels overbearing joy with when around, her selfishness evaporates, for that person, as if they have become a part of her, a piece of her heart, and this girl, normally so closed off, can become the best of friends to have.

But also the best of enemies. Silver's quality, which is not quite dominant, but can fire to the surface in no time at all, is her vengeance. The small boned girl doesn't look to frightening to most people. Why should she? She's just a child. But her mind is Silver's greatest weapon, and by far the most deadly, in her opinion. Silver is not blind to her faults. Nor is she an idiot--quite the contrary. She's a clever girl, if there ever was one. She has a fantastic memory, and a patience that is not popular amongst people her own age very often. She's cunning, too, but that's just another form of cleverness, more directly aimed at ambition and slightly darker subjects. But anyway, back to her vision. She's not blind. And she knows who she is; she can see very clearly she is selfish, and proud, and cruel to some people who she thinks deserve it. Perhaps it's worse that she can see all her faults, and yet she does nothing to correct them, than being blind to them, in the first place. Either way, Silver is one of those girls with, like I said, a judgement issue. She judges other people harshly, from first introductions to the way they smile to how they eat their porridge. But she also judges herself. She finds the faults within her, and berates herself for them, and really, the girl does try to fix them, but in the end she gives up. It makes her feel terrible, because she does have a heart, contrary to popular belief, but she can't do anything about it. Sometimes she wishes she were blind to her faults. At least she wouldn't feel like a bad person all the time, then.

But everyone has bad qualities; foibles, faults. And Silver is not entirely made up of horrible personality traits, no one is. And though she has some overbearing ones, she has lovely things about her, as well. She laughs easily, finds jokes and humor in a world that seldom carries it, and she enjoys living life to it's fullest. Silver would rather spend a day outside, weather rain or shine, than anything else. Besides her curiosity and thirst for life, Silver has always been a girl to turn to with a problem. She's not very good at giving help without being asked for it, but she understands that sometimes helping others can help her, too. And she has a tendency, sometimes, to put herself in another's shoes. She looks at their problems, as if they were hers, and wants to help. This is her main reason for helping others; it's not real kindness, just pity, and a backwards way of helping. But either way, it's better to do the right thing for the wrong reasons than the wrong thing for the right reasons.

A second (or is it third...?) great quality of Silver's is her calmed aura. She has the feeling of being an easy-going girl most of the time. Her eyes are casual, and it's rare she ever looks incredibly stressed or tense. She's just not that type of girl, on the outside. Yes, Silver's a person just like everyone else, and gets stressed out and P/Oed, but she has grown quite the facade over time, and she has learned to keep certain feelings, and including if not for the most part, like agitation, on the inside. Serenity, weather in the form of laughter or sighs, becomes her, and she indulges in it. Silver's a good girl to look at in a crisis, she can give sound advice, as if nothing ever phases her. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe she really does have nerves of steel.

Loyalty. Something rarely given out from this girl, it defines a friendship with her. Friendship without loyalty is like a composer who can only make noise, not music. When she does find a friend, an unlikely occurance in itself, she binds herself to that person. It's easy to say she's a bit clingy, but it's because she really cares. Silver will never trust a stranger unless it's a life or death choice, and she will die if she does not. But in any normal circumstance, she wouldn't let you in on her mind, and her dark eyes would swim with emotions you could never guess at they were too deep inside, buried under a glaze of cruelty and distrust. But once she does trust you, secrets pore out. Like her history, and it's toils, and her feelings towards everyone, and her opinions, and her pet peeves. She becomes a normal girl when she has friends, when she has trust. She becomes a good person--if not a great person--willing to sacrifice even herself for them. Trust, to Silver, means caring. Means love. Weather familial, romantic, or through friendships, trust is love.

That's why breaking Silver's trust, which is so frugally given, is probably the worst idea you could ever think of. It brings in her worst qualities, but on a whole new level. On a leval of hatred and fury no one would wish upon themselves. Lola abhors being decieved, and by someone she cared for, and trusted, it's like a piece of her world shatters. There's just something about breaking her trust, which simaltaneously breaks her heart.

Well, that's Silver, for you anyways. In a nutshell, a quiet, vivacious young girl, proud and selfish, slightly cold and closed off to those she doesn't know, but open and loving to her friends. She's just another child, in a world of millions--but Silver is her own individual. Her own person. She has her spark.
[ h i s t o r y ] When Silver was born, her future looked bright. Her parents were rich and well off, beautiful, had a nice house, great jobs; she was the elite of District Two. Her father died, though, when she was younger, a tragic, and eventually, a horrific, fate for both the mother and daughter. Silver's mother, Rae, seemed to be grieving for her dead husband, but it was out of hatred and bitter sacrifice. Silver's father, before he died, though no one knew about it, beat his wife, and gambled in the black markets. He was a man who loved to live on the edge, and he went through anything and anyone to do that. Their fortunes were dwindling, and his job became precarious as he began drinking, showing up late, performing poorly. He was not the man Rae married, nor the father of his daughter. He had changed, within those eight years of Silver's life. No one, not even his wife, knew or understood why. But he was hurting her, and losing them money, and they might lose their house if he kept it up. That was all the ever-practical Rae knew. Not to mention she had been cheating on him for years with another man. Her husband never knew, she was too clever for that, and they were always safe, but for at least three years she'd kept another man. His name was Corpo. He was a dark, looming man, and cold as stone. With just as much a concience. Silver never understood what her mom liked in this man, and probably never will, but I'll tell you. It was because of power. Because Rae was not the type to sit there as someone else beat her, wait for her turn to arise, and be meek. She was a powerful woman, but she was subtle, too. Corpo gave her that power she lusted for so much. He was strong, but he revered her, and she would treat him as loyal pet, someone to be loved and coddled at times, even respected at points, but never revered, like she had to pretend to do with her husband, who, even from the start, was as power hungry as his wife.
So, to put it simply, Rae killed him. She did it subtly, in his own home, made it look like burgalers. She even stole some of his watches and a few of her own necklaces to make it seem real, planting it in a random house in the poorer district. A robbery gone wrong. However she miscalculated on one thing. Silver. The child had been sent to school that day, but it was an important moment in The Hunger Games, that year, and they were all sent home to watch. And as she opened the door, she could not hear anything. Not her mother talking, or her father drinking or beating her mother, or the water boiling in the kitchen. It was all silence. Silver walked upstairs, to her room, but didn't make it that far. Because there was blood on the floor, like someone had been dragging themselves, bleeding all the way. She had stepped in the blood. These memories have always haunted Silver, but silently, because there is nothing she can do about it. She walked into her parents bedroom. Her mother was smiling, her back towards her daughter, standing over a writhing form that looked familiar under all that blood....
They were talking, or rather, he was moaning and pleading, and she was talking. Telling him that it was too late, and that he was the one hurting now. Minnie was young, and she didn't understand. She only knew she must be quiet to keep watching, and she was as silent as the grave. Before her eyes, Silver watched as her mother stood there and let her father die. He had been stabbed a few times, but it took a couple minutes for his blood to drain out. Rae waited ten minutes, and kicked him a few times, for good measure, to make sure. It was when he was stillest, when Silver had no doubt what had finally happened to her father, did a gasp wrack her. And her mother spun around, deranged, with blood shot eyes and wild hair.
They had a long talk, after that. Most of it involving threats and words of justification. It doesn't really matter, the only thing that matters is that Silver to remember that her father had done this to himself, that she could never reveal what her mother had done, or she would, as Rae often reminded her, be thrown out onto the streets, or into an orphanage, and she would be lost to the world. She needed to always remember who she was, and what she had to do, now. She was a witness, and she had to remain silent. Forever.
Afterwards her mother married Corpo, who, with Rae's permission, started training Silver for the Games. He said every respectable child should start a little training, just in case. Well, it was only going to be for a year or two, for her to learn the basics, but when he found his new step-daughter had a real talent for killing, a real reserve of hatred and brutality, and some strength in her too, he was elated, and continued with renewed vigor. For years and years afterwards Silver trained. She became strong and well versed in almost all weaponry. She even killed someone, once. She was walking down the street, thirteen years old, already strong and sturdy and her eyes had already lost their happiness--they had lost it the moment she saw her father on the floor--a homeless man lunged at her with a pointed stick. She had been wearing a nice set of clothes, and had a few peices of change in her pockets. He was trying to rob her. In a blink, Silverwas on him like a wild cat, scratching at his eyes with sharpened nails until he bled, biting at his arms and hands, and the iron taste of crimson blood filled her mouth. She kicked at him, wild, at first, but then her training kicked it. She backed off as he panted, but before he could run away and lick his wounds, she elbowed him stratigically in the nose, kicked him in the groin, and took his bleeding face in her tanned, small hands, dark eyes black as midnight, and twisted until his neck cracked. No one blamed her, in fact, she even got a medal for self defense.
That was her life, and it still is. But now, it's turning into what she's really been living for, all these years. Her training with Corpo has been leading her to this. And the memories of her screaming father laying in the broken shadows of her own mother, all that rage and silence and memories, the things she clutches to her heart, it's now or never.
[ l o v e s ]
[ h a t e s ] Memories of her brother, her boyfriend, at times, the idea that she'll be alone for her whole life, that no one understands her, the idea that her family might find out about how strange she is, being isolated, being put down, having her pride injured.
[ f a m i l y ] Her father, William, her mother, Karen, and her late brother, Henry.

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[ w e a p o n ] The war hammer, though it doesn't allow for much agility, Lola has enough of her own, and can use the tool deftly. Because she was a career, she can use passably almost anything. That includes both long range weapons and hand to hand combat tools, like swords or daggers. She knows plants and poisons very well, and if she had it her way, those would be her weapons. As it is, she tends to coat her hammer and anything she has (daggers, bag, etc) in poison. Safety first.
[ s t r e n g t h s ] Fighting and stamina, Lola doesn't tire easily at all. She's worked her whole life, so she just seems to keep going.
[ w e a k n e s s e s ] Camofluage, team work, being resilient especially when failing at something, her pride, her stubbornness, and also broad swords and giant weapons like that. She's just bad at those.

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{ Bree } - { Female } - { 19 } - { Serene }
{ ❝gινє мє тнє ѕєяєηιту тσ αccєρт тнє тнιηgѕ ι cαηησт cнαηgє;
тнє cσυяαgє тσ cнαηgє тнє тнιηgѕ ι cαη,
αη∂ тнє ωιѕ∂σм тσ кησω тнє ∂郃єяєηcє.❞ }

{ n a m e } Bree Caoilainn Brady A name of Irish origin, as that is where her ancesters were from. It fits her person perfectly, Bree meaning noble & virtuous, Caoilainn meaning slender, white, fair & pure. Her last name, Brady, means spirited, and has been passed down through the family, even through the woman, who refuse to change their last name when they marry, believing it will bring them luck. Bree doesn't really believe that it will, but she wouldn't change it, because she loves its meaning and heritage.

{ n i c k n a m e } Bree It is quite short enough, no? Even though, her brother often calls her Cao, and her few enemys call her by her last name - Brady. She is also known as "Wolf" for her capability of moving around silently in any enviroment, and by those who have actually got into a fight with her, who know her physical strength way surpasses what you could think from her build.

{ a g e } 19 At nineteen, even though she is tall, Bree looks much younger than her fellows, and is often mistaken for as young as fifteen by those who don't know. Something she uses to her advantage; people who underestiamte her will get a nasty surprise if they try to hurt her in any way, but at otehr times it is just humiliating - for example in the search of a boyfriend - not that she is actively searching for one.

{ b i r t h } 18th October {1992} - Home Birth Her star sign is the Libra, a sign for balance and stability, which certainly fits her.

{ g e n d e r } Female She is easily seen to be a female; her slim body and face leave no doubt about that, though if seen from afar she may look like a boy from behind, especially if her hair is in a bun or covered by a bandana.

{ o r i g i n } District 7 {Lumber} strangely, although she loves the trees and the bit of nature she has acess to, though mostly already dead, she would like to be a career, hoping to win some glory for her district. Bree has always been amazed by the fight careers put up to get itno the arena, and though she is repulsed by the games, she is, in a way, fascinated by the strength, stealth and ruthlessness displayed in them.

{ p h y s i c a l } { a p p e a r a n c e }
Bree is slender, muscled and fair. Thats the easiest way to describe her build, in as few as possible words.Well, lets start from the beginning:
Bree has white blond hair, which get darker streaks in winter, contrasting with her complexion, which pales even further in the cold months. In summer, her face fills with freckles, and get gets a hint of a tan, though it never reaches a proper brown look. Her face is marked by two scars from animal attacks, from dogs in the area, who are made vicious and bloodthirsty by their owners, who send them onto unsuspecting visiters they consider a threat. One of them runs down the side of her head, mostly hidden by her hair, the other runs from the left side of her lip over her chin and jawbone and ends shortly after the hairline. Apart from that, the most interesting part of Bree's angular face are her eyes; deep brown with a few lighter spots of amber, greatly contradicting her pale complexion. Her slightly exotic appearance is something that makes most people take another look; a being that looks so young and fragile, but with several scars and very thoughtful eyes.

Moving down, she presents more scars, from dogs and other animals who slink their way into the meadows once in a while, mostly minor ones, criss-crossing down bother her chest and back. Her shoulders are often bruised from carrying around heavy logs.She is slim, and her arms and tummy muscles are strong, both from training she did because she had the (wrong) impression she was fat at one stage, and from the heavy work she does every day.

Her legs are rather hefty, and also muscled, from running around and climbing trees. Not much to say here, except that her shins are often full of scratches in summertime, when she works in shorts, and the undergrowth and tree bark, well, scratch her. Brees feet are rather small, and she often forgets to cut her footnails, something that greatly annoys her mother, they connect to her body through a pair of ankles which sport several anklets.

Bree has come to terms with the way she looks, though she still trains on regular basis, and considers herself as resonably good-looking. Overall, Bree is a great deal older and stronger than she looks, and has a great deal of physical strength, not only giving her the abilty to sport heavy weapons like an axe, but also to wrestle. Don't let her looks fool you.

{ e y e } { c o l o r }
Brees eyes are deep brown with a few lighter spots, and a lighter, greenish tint around the pupil, contradicting her otherwise pale appearance. The look in them show her age best, traces of misery in them; the death of her eldest brother, the doubts about herself and the world. They seem to light up in the summer, becoming a brighter and lighter brown with darker "swirls". In winter time, they tend to darken, and have a more brooding look. All members of her family show this kind of eye color, though with a few differences; her father had several small gold spots in his, her mother had a greenish tint throughout the whole iris.

{ h a i r } { c o l o r }
Bree's hair is white blonde, some even call it silver. It cascades down to ther middle of her ribcage, where it ends in loose "corkscrew" curles. In summer, it lightens up even further, glinting in the sunlight. In winter, it does the opposite, darkening into a slightly grey tone, blending in with the snow and fog around in those months.

{ e t h n i c i t y }
Bree is most definatly caucasian, her pale skin, sometimes seeming almost see-through, is the proof. It is strange to see her in winter, she looks almost like a winter fairy, blending in almost flawlessly with the snowy landscape. Even in summer, she blends in nicely with the bright landscape.

{ h e i g h t }
Bree is almost 5 foot 10 inches tall. She is happy with her height, even though when she was a teen she would cry for nights, unhappy with the way she looked. She felt too tall in the midst of mostly smaller classmates, and like a freak when she continued growing to this height at an early age. Even though most others she knows measure height in feet and inches, she preferes the metric measure; meters and centimetres, using which she is 1 metre and 77 centimeters tall.

{ w e i g h t }
Bree weighs 174 pounds, at the top of what would be seen as a normal body weight, but this is due to muscle, which weighs considerably more than the little fat she has. If you want it in the metric system, she weighs 78 kilograms.

{ m o d i f i c a t i o n s }
Her ears are pierced; twice in the left ear, thrice in the right. In these she usually has silver studs in the second holes in her ear lobes and, in the first ones, other studs like these. Tattoos? the infinity sign on her neck, and a set of beautiful wings on her back, the tips ending shortly after her hips. She has a birthmark on her right shoulder, usually covered by her clothing, as are scars on her shoulders and chest from carrying around heavy logs and ocassional attacks from stray animals in the woods which had somehow gotten past the electrified border. Bree has two scars on her face; one mostly hidden by her hair, running down the right side of her face, the other going from the left side of her lip, over her chin and jawbone, and ending shortly after the hairline.

{ p e r s o n a l i t y }
please, detailed. more than 2oo words, but i'd like a few paragraphs.

{ h i s t o r y }
again the 2oo words minimum, and the possibility of the paragraphs.

{ l o v e s }
things your character likes, not only material things, feelings and emotions

{ h a t e s }
things your character dislikes, again emotions and feelings

{ f a m i l y }
Bree's parents are Fintan Niall Brady and Einin Niamh Brady [formerly Whelan], who live together with brothers Cearul {25}, Ailill {23} and Ivor {21}. Even though bree is the youngest, she is by no means picked on, her family is very close, and looks out for each other, like most other families, I suppose.

{ c r u s h }
Jeanne H. Sanders A pretty girl from her district, who is a point of interest for many boys around. The fact that she never shows interest in them even though she has no boyfriend gives Bree the faint hope that Jeanne may actually like girls instead of boys.

{ o r i e n t a t i o n }
Bi-curious Although Bree has only ever kissed a boy, she is curious about trying out a homosexual relationship. She finds herself strangely attracted to girls as well as boys, and is annoyed by the fact that almost everyone assumes your staright when they first meet you. Its not easy finding out your orientation, and Bree hasn't really spent much time trying to do so.

{ s t a t u s }
Crushed Bree is certainly looking with half an eye, at least. She doesn't like to admit it, not even to herself, but she does find herself strangely attracted to a person in her district. Her problem is, that it is a girl - she doesn't really know what to do. She has yet to meet someone who is homosexual, and admits it to her, and she doesn't want to declare herself to the girl she likes, as she may tell others - which is the last thing Bree wants. Bree is quite confused with her love life these days, and tries not to dwell on it.

{ w e a p o n } weapon your character uses
{ s t r e n g t h s } some things your character excels in
{ w e a k n e s s e s } things your character doesn't enjoy doing

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[[One last section to do and then I am done. Kat, I hope you don't mind if I finish it up tomorrow, I'm running low on muse, and seeing as how it will most likely be the biggest section I'd like to make it as awesome as possible. c: Sorry for any inconveniences.]]

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I can't sleep, but I sure can dream.

[ Zeke] - [ Male ] - [ 17 years ] - [ the "d r e a m e r" ]
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[ n a m e ] ezeκιαℓ zαcκαяy fιтzgeяαℓ∂ This is the name the young man was given on his date of birth. Ezekial is a family name, it has been his fathers name, his grandfathers name, and so forth. Ezekial is an alternate spelling of Ezekiel, from the hebrew name name יְחֶזְקֵאל (Yechezqel) meaning "God strengthens". Ezekiel is a major prophet of the Old Testament, the author of the Book of Ezekiel. He lived in Jerusalem until the Babylonian conquest and captivity of Israel, at which time he was taken to Babylon. The Book of Ezekiel describes his vivid symbolic visions that predict the restoration of the kingdom of Israel. This is where the name comes from as it has been in the family for many centuries, however the origin has been long forgotten in Zeke's family. None of them really knows what it means anymore. Zackary was taken from his uncle, Zacharias. Zacharias was drafted into the Hunger Games at the age of sixteen and fought his hardest to get through it and win. However, he only made it to the top four until he was killed by another larger tribute. It was a very horrible time for his family, as Zeke has been told. The young man is honored to be named after his uncle.
[ n i c k n a m e ] zeκe Ezekial Zackary Fitzgerald calls himself many things, a fierce warrior, a vigilant protector, a courageous hero, a knight in shining armor, and very many other things but those are just the things he had imagined himself being. Everyone really knows him as Zeke, the boy from a poor family of fishermen. Zeke is a diminutive of Ezekial, however he is the first Ezekial in his bloodline to go by anything other than that. He has never liked his first name, as it has been in his family for generations and he feels it isn't very unique. It started with him refusing to be called Ezekial, and instead wanting to be called by the name of the great warrior protagonist in one of the bedtime stories his mother told him. Soon his mother decided it would be best just to call him something simple that related to his name. This is how the alias Zeke was formed. The young man actually liked that name and has been called it ever since.
[ a g e ] seveитeeи your character's age; between 16-21
[ b i r t h ] иσveмвeя fιfтн date of birth and place
[ g e n d e r ] мαℓe your character's gender; easy: male or female
[ o r i g i n ] ∂ιsтяιcт fσuя your character's procedence, district

[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] иσямαℓ detailed character's description, from head to toes.
[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] вeαuтιfuℓ gяeeи more than simple brown or blue, more detailed
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] ∂αяκeя вяσωи more than simple brown or blonde, detalied, again
[ e t h n i c i t y ] fαιя the ethnicity, skin description
[ h e i g h t ] sιx feeт your character's height, in feets and meters; use online converters
[ w e i g h ] 176 lbs [80 kg] your character's weigh, in pounds and kilos, use the online converters
[ m o d i f i c a t i o n s ] αℓℓ иαтuяαℓ any modifications such as piercings, tattoos, birth marks, scars or wounds

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] please, detailed. more than 2oo words, but i'd like a few paragraphs.
[ h i s t o r y ] again the 2oo words minimum, and the possibility of the paragraphs.
[ l o v e s ] things your character likes, not only material things, feelings and emotions
[ h a t e s ] things your character dislikes, again emotions and feelings
[ f a m i l y ] parent's name, siblings, etc.

[ c r u s h ] please, if your character changes his crush, update this
[ o r i e n t a t i o n ] sexual orientation: straight, bi, homosexual or pansexual
[ s t a t u s ] relationship status: single, taken, looking

[ w e a p o n ] weapon your character uses
[ s t r e n g t h s ] some things your character excels in
[ w e a k n e s s e s ] things your character doesn't enjoy doing

[light.]

[[ could I reserve district twelve male tribute? thank you for the invite, and sorry for the delay c: ]]

[katniss,]

All reservations are accepted, minus the reservations on supplies. I only reserve those after everyone finishes their forms so it is fair. Try and finish your forms, guys!

[saorsa-]

{{I have everything done but the history. c: I should be able to finish it up tomorrow [or later tonight], if that is okay.}}

[crescent + cheep]

{{ Sorry! I still havn't done my form, insane tests with 90 pages to study in 4 days coming up, I'll try to finish it as soonas I can, feel free to kickme from the roleplay, as I don't think what I have done in my form is good enough in terms of literacy anyway. }}

[saorsa-]

{{I am finally done! I am so sorry that it took so long, Cain is a new
character and I wasn't quite sure what to do for his history, coupled with the fact that
I had little to no muse, which is why it took me so long to write. Again, my apologies. c:}}