RPG!!! Entry Contest

[thyrerg99]

Okay everyone! This is just a little RPG I want to do soooooo badly.
Have ya heard of le Hunger Games?
Well what you have to do is, one person enters for each district(except female, district 7, because my Char Mahogany will be for district 7; A boy can enter for district 7!)
HOW TO ENTER:
Copy and paste the thing below and fill out all the answers:
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Character name:

Age:

District:

Description(has to be full body description, at lease 2 sentences):

Survival skills:

Survival Flaws:

Family:

History:

And the Reaping Story, How did It begin?:

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After I get enough entries I will announce the winners!
BUT FIRST
Here is MY char's story,
She is seventeen, long and wavy mahogany hair, and fair skin; lots of freckles. Her face, people, mainly boys describe
as "beautiful, heavenly, and has a twinge of brokenness in her eyes from some sort of loss."
She has no one left. After her mother's death she trusts no one. Not even herself.
She is very good in the wild, really knows her stuff and can make a small but
comfortable shelter. The only flaw? She can't swim.
Anywho, at the reaping:

I wake up, chilled to the bone, when I realize what day it is. The Reaping.
In my District there's not many people, so many kids have died, either being chosen or of disease. My late mother used to always keep me indoors so she won't have nothing left.
But I am in her place now. Nothing left I love.
I decide it is pointless to stay in bed so I get ready. I wear my mom's very old and really tattered dress from her Hunger Game days. It's really skimpy on me and shows too much of my chest, but it's best to deal with it. Better than nothing, I suppose. I put on my sandals made from tree bark and some yucca, and I plop down on my bed.
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It's 2:45. I better get my butt off this bed and go to the Town Square.
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They take a blood sample and tell me I'm good to go. I walk in the town square, just a minute early, when the video begins.
A boring video they made about 100 years ago, still playing. I tune it out for the next 3 minutes until it's over. And what's her name? I don't know. Madrid, was it? I don't know, but she chats on and on about "ladies first" and "the people" and crap like that when she reaches into the females' bowl.
Very carefully, as not to rip it, she opens it up and reads the name as loud as she can.
God woman you're gonna wake the dead-
"Mahogany von Parse."
That's my name.
She said my name.
I'm gonna die.
I
AM
GOING
TO
DIE.
I'm going to compete.
Am I dreaming? No, because Madrid yanks me onto the stage and embarrasses me by pinching my cheek.
She then talks about men and such, and goes to the boys' bowl.
She opens it with a touch of a butterfly, and it's..............