Full name: "I'm Quillon Jacobs, but you've probably heard of me already."
Gender: "What's wrong with you? I'm a man."
Sexuality: "Ladies only." Quillon is heterosexual.
District: "I mentor for District Three. Most of the tributes are wastes of my time." Quill hates his tributes, unless they have the potential to become violent murderers. Otherwise he will dismiss them as weak and stupid.
Age: "I'm the oldest - and strongest - mentor." He won at the age of seventeen.
Voice type: Bass
Appearance: Quillon takes pride in his towering height of 6'3", made even more imposing by broad shoulders and a lean, muscular frame. He always wears an arrogant smirk as he looks down at everybody else. His brown hair is short and spiky, and his electric blue eyes blaze with ruthless determination. He speaks in a deep and booming voice, often talking over others.
Personality: "I'm a real charmer. Women love me." Quillon is arrogant and uncompromising. The world is black-and-white in his eyes. He thinks he is always right, so everyone who opposes him must be wrong. His enemies are nothing but monsters to be slain. While Quill can be loyal to his friends, he will turn against them if he suspects betrayal - or if he never saw them as a friend in the first place. He looks out for himself first and foremost.
Partner: "Khali McKellen. She and I think alike." They are married.
Alliance: "None. That District Two brat betrayed me. I hope her death was long and painful." Quill originally teamed up with Moxie of District Two. Halfway through the games, she became disgusted with his sinister plots and they fought.
Reaped or volunteered: "I was reaped. Never let that stop me."
Parade outfit: The 1st Hunger Games barely had a proper parade. Quillon and his district partner wore silver uniforms marked with District Three's number, and together they held up a banner with their district emblem.
Interview angle: "I'm not here to pretend." Quill was his arrogant, brutal self. Most people hated him.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Weapon of choice: "A sword. Just like the one I used to cut down Gabriel." Quill isn't even that good at it, he just put a ridiculous amount of brute strength behind his blows. Most of the time he relied on bullying weakened opponents or sabotaging them first.
Skills: "I have plenty. Enough to win the Hunger Games, at least." He received top-rate grades in District Three's school system, even graduating early. Almost all universities in Three fought to recruit the prodigious victor despite his attitude. Quillon, of course, attended the most prestigious one. They gave him a free scholarship for life. To no one's surprise, Quill is currently cheating the system to rack up as many degrees as possible and screw with the job market in his district. Why? He thinks others have it too easy, and they need to 'pull themselves up by their bootstraps' like him.
Fatal flaw: "I have none. Even if I did, I would never tell you." Exploit his ego or black-and-white thinking.
Mentor: "I had none." It was the 1st Hunger Games, so no other victors came before him.
Training score: "Ten." Gamemakers were impressed by his swordsmanship.
Victory: "They had it coming." The gong rang out, signalling the 1st Hunger Games' opening. Most tributes froze on their pedestals in horror, but not Quill; he dashed for the weapons without hesitation. As helpless sobs and screams of terror echoed all around him, his cruel lips twisted into a triumphant smile like he'd already won. These pathetic tributes didn't have it in them to kill or even fight back. But he could.
By the time his fingers closed around the sword's hilt, tributes had already begun to run. Many fled in blind panic while others scrambled around the Cornucopia out of desperation. To Quill's utter disgust, his district partner Pixelle wasn't one of them. This snivelling twelve-year-old brat hadn't even left her pedestal. Tears streamed down her cherublike face, as if they'd save her. Useless.
So he'd start by eliminating the weakest links. Sword in hand, Quill approached the pathetic child. Her eyes, glistening with tears, widened with hope at the sight of her fellow District Three tribute. What a fool. Did she think district loyalty meant anything to the future victor? She opened her mouth, maybe about to plead for help - but it turned into a horrified shriek. Quillon brought his weapon down on his own district partner without mercy nor restraint. Pixelle's dying pleas turned the heads of every tribute as her own district partner, her last hope, attacked her in cold blood. Then silence replaced the cries, and Quill dropped Pixelle's body unceremoniously on the cold earth.
The first cannon of the Hunger Games fired, breaking the spell. The twenty-three children left alive were no longer fellow human beings bound by a shared fate, able to be empathized with. Pixelle's spilt blood spoke volumes against such false pretenses. Now they were tributes, enemies, obstacles that stood in the way of each other's own survival. Tributes all across the plain dropped their hesitant masks and attacked one another as if their lives depended on it, which it did. The Hunger Games had truly begun.
Quillon regrouped with his ally, Moxie, near the Cornucopia's mouth. No one dared attack him after his ruthless betrayal of Pixelle, which almost felt disappointing. His blood sang in his veins for another victory. Thankfully, his eyes fell upon the pair of dainty District Ones prancing about. Both Letitia and Gabriel outscored him in training, an unacceptable slight against what would otherwise be a flawless victory, and they needed to die for it. He and Moxie attacked them at once.
To his surprise, the scrawny Ones drove them back with elegant coordination. Quill's lips curled in disgust as he and Moxie fled the Cornucopia like beaten coyotes. The only reason those runts won was their loyal teamwork, something that shouldn't exist in the Hunger Games in Quill's eyes, and he vowed to destroy their partnership no matter what it took. He glanced over his shoulder just before disappearing into the woods. A cannon fired, and Quill's eyes narrowed at the Ones standing over another girl's body. Just as he expected. They could pretend to be morally superior all they wanted, in the end they were ruthless killers just like himself. This was the Hunger Games after all.
That evening, Quill and Moxie continued to hunt tributes until darkness fell over the forest. Their ruthless search resumed the next morning. And the next. And the next. Every time, Moxie stole the kill from right under Quill's nose, and his anger built with each passing cannon. The Capitol said they'd sponsor him for giving them a show - but how could he, when his disobedient dog of an ally kept finishing off his quarry? Quillon decided that Moxie had to go.
Soon, the numbers in the arena began to dwindle. Quill finally scouted out the District Ones' camp, but he dared not attack while Moxie remained by his side. She'd certainly steal his glory just when the enemy lay helpless at his feet. So, then, it was time to get rid of the liability. Still stewing in rage, Quill sabotaged Moxie's spear by cutting the blade loose from the tip. She wouldn't notice until the next time she tried to use it. And by then, it would be too late.
After making Moxie take watch for two shifts in a row, he finally allowed her to sleep. Quill debated on whether he should just stab his helpless ally and be done with it. No, he decided, Moxie deserved to suffer the knowledge that her own teammate hated her. It was her fault for stealing Quill's glory again and again. In fact... he could humiliate her, make her initiate this doomed fight.
Boiling with hatred, he shook Moxie awake and launched into a rant he knew would set her off. He listed every gruesome, torturous atrocity he'd commit against District One, smirking at the fury that sparked in the girl's eyes. It was working. Finally, Moxie spoke up - and Quill wasted no time snapping at this 'kid' that she'd better take his orders seriously. She pointed her spear at him in a threat - "You will not give me orders, least of all these orders. Back off, District Three. Consider yourself warned."
Quill had exactly what he wanted. With a knowing smirk, he smacked her harmless weapon and the sabotaged blade fell right off. The look on Moxie's face was a work of art to his eyes. If only she wasn't so damn ugly. He attacked her then, spitting hypocritical accusations of treason in her face - surely the Capitol audience would side with their favorite rather than this useless show-wrecker girl. The dying Moxie dragged herself away to bleed out in the bushes, and Quill just laughed and laughed. His pathetic ex-ally would die alone.
The cannon fired hours later. With Moxie gone, Quill prepared to carry out his plan on his own. He hunted down the enemy alliance and stalked their camp until nightfall, when only a single ally stood watch. Quill narrowed his eyes at the sight. It was Conrad of District Four - he'd apparently joined those dreadful blondes. No matter. He would die just the same.
Quill rushed into the clearing, only for Conrad to shout some battle cry and charge. The counterattack caught the District Three tribute off guard. Quill was on the defensive now, backing up into the undergrowth as Conrad hacked away at him. He caught a glimpse of movement inside the alliance's tent. Not much time before Gabriel and Letitia joined the fight.
Gritting his teeth, Quill put all his hatred and rage behind his blade. He soon gained the upper hand and cut his foe down. As he turned to flee, he heard the dying Conrad shout after him. "You filthy coward! Moxie was right about you!"
That determined little rat, she'd made it to the enemy camp with a warning. This failure was all her fault. Of course, it didn't even occur to Quill that maybe he was in the wrong for betraying his ally and leaving her to bleed out.
Quillon returned to his old camp to recuperate. Facing both District One tributes at once would be foolish, so he hid and waited. One of the deadly duo was bound to die at some point, and that would level the playing field for Quill to strike. He just needed to wait it out. In the meantime, he took out his anger in the usual way: Hunting weaker tributes. He first stumbled upon a stick-thin boy from District Six, but the kid managed to escape. No worries. Quill would just find an easier target, especially since the Gamemakers sent mutts at him whenever he wandered too far into seclusion. The creatures never hurt him, just drove him in the right direction - naturally, the Gamemakers were aiding his victory.
When he finally discovered the twelve-year-old girl from District Nine, she'd strapped herself into a tree to sleep. She awoke to the snap of twigs as Quill began to climb up after her. A shriek escaped her throat, but she fought back, kicking him in the face with all her might. Quill fell from the tree and landed below with a dull thud. Vulgar curses seethed from his lips; not only had she humiliated him, now she was climbing higher. Further from his reach. Just as he thought he'd snap from frustration, a chime dinged behind him. Quillon's face showed bewilderment as a silver parachute floated down to land at his feet... then vengeance, as he opened the sponsor package to reveal a lighter.
Screams echoed through the woods as cruel flames climbed up the tree trunk. Quill just walked away, leaving the District Nine girl behind. Eventually a cannon fired, then torrential rain doused the woods, further proving Quill's hubris. The Gamemakers didn't want him to go up in flames too. No, Quill already understood he was meant to win these games.
A few nights later, the distant sound of mutts howling was music to his ears. A cannon fired soon after. Now, only two tributes remained in the arena - Quill and his final enemy. With a smile, he set off to claim his victory against District One.
He found Gabriel huddled in the ruins of the Careers' camp, wounded and bleeding from the mutt attack. Quill smiled in triumph and advanced with slow, deliberate steps. The District One tribute raised his daggers in a feeble attempt to fight back. With a laugh, Quill kicked the little blades away. He planted a boot on Gabriel's chest and drew his blade. Quillon swung at his foe again and again, unrestrained in his thirst for revenge. The helpless tribute from District One could do nothing.
"Going to cry for your mother?" Quill spat in contempt. Those were the last words Gabriel ever heard. As District One's cannon fired at last, Quillon Jacobs became the first victor of the Hunger Games. Not through merit or honor, but through sheer brutality. He'd carved a bloody path through his fellow tributes just as the Capitol intended, and his cruelty would be rewarded by the very system that built him.
Quillon's Relationships
Alliance: | ◆ allies | ◈ neither allies nor enemies | ◇ enemies | ❖ betrayed
Feelings: | ♡ romantic | ✿ very positive | ✓ positive | ▣ neutral | ✘ negative
The 1st Hunger Games
Alliance: | ◆ allies | ◈ neither allies nor enemies | ◇ enemies | ❖ betrayed
Feelings: | ♡ romantic | ✿ very positive | ✓ positive | ▣ neutral | ✘ negative
The 1st Hunger Games
【 D1 ◇ ✘ 】 Gabriel: Ever since he scored 12 in training, Quill wanted to kill him brutally. He succeeded.
【 D1 ◇ ✘ 】 Letitia: She scored 11, which Quill is also bitter about. He hates her almost as much as he hates Gabriel.
【 D2 ❖ ✘ 】 Moxie: Quill hates her. They used to be allies, but she wouldn't listen so he stabbed her.
【 D4 ◇ ✘ 】 Conrad: How dare this idiot team up with District One? Quill hates him too.
【 D4 ◈ ▣ 】 Diana: Quill doesn't care about some random tribute Moxie killed in the bloodbath. It's like she doesn't exist.
Other Mentors
【 D1 ✘ 】 Licaria: She isn't as bad as the other Career mentors, but she still annoys him.
【 D2 ✘ 】 Icarus: Quillon has an incredibly intense hatred for Icarus. They fight all the time.
【 D4 ✘ 】 Edmund: How dare this Career pretend to be nice. All of them are just born rotten.
【 D5 ♡ 】 Khali: Quill's wife. She is the only person this arrogant jerk will ever listen to.
【 D6 ✿ 】 Gleam: Gleam is cruel, not afraid to show her true colors. Quill respects her for that.
【 D7 ✘ 】 Garry: Bleeding heart weakling who sucks up to Careers, disgusting.
【 D8 ✘ 】 Jasper: Quillon considers Jasper the most cowardly, weak mentor and wants to pick on him.
【 D9 ✓ 】 Ronny: He brutally killed Careers, so Quillon has fond opinions of him.
【 D10 ✘ 】 Jillian: Quill considers her an annoying brat and loves to look down on her.
【 D11 ▣ 】 Himaya: She seems to be the silent strong type. Quill has no problems with her.
【 D12 ✘ 】 Maverick: Quillon sees him as pathetic and weak, not even worth his time.
Named Tributes Mentored
【 4th ✿ 】 Bane: The perfect tribute, this ruthless murderer put on a great show.
【 7th ▣ 】 Theodore: Mediocre. At least he killed that Career girl who had a crush on him.
【 18th ▣ 】 Lucius: He was strong, but Quill got disappointed when he fell for that Career.
【 20th ✘ 】 Aleksander: Stupid smart-alec moron got himself killed in the bloodbath.
【 20th ✓ 】 Demitra: After she killed a tribute and ranted about Careers, Quill began to like her.
Other
【 ✘ 】 Cordelia: Quillon's ex-wife. He treated her like garbage until she kicked him out.