ｗｈａｔ • ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ • ｗｉｌｌ • ｂｒｉｎｇ | ｈｕｎｇｅｒ ｇａｍｅｓ ｒｐ

[ιяιѕlуα]

[ Probably should have replied earlier, but this was the first free time I've had in a few days. My life has been rather hectic and I'm afraid I'll have to unreserve my spots. But ya'll won't miss me seeing as I never talked much haha best wishes for the success if this roleplay.

[Guest]

[ My char Shimmer is from District 1. You never added her. ]

[. w0nd3rlanD .]

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ Raina Banks.

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➸ Raina
➸ Age; 16
➸ Gender; Female
➸ District; 3 (Career? Right?)
➸ Family; Mother, Chrystal. Father, Mark. Sister, Lyra.

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➸ Personality; Very cocky. She is playful and really flirty. She has no fear to kill, it seems funny too her. She loves all the attention and being pretty and dressed up. Her talking abilities are amazing and she actually can't stop talking. Well to people she knows. If she doesn't know you... Don't expect her to talk to you, If you do, it is most likely too be really mean! When with the careers, She becomes intense, but twice as flirty! And even though she is from district 3 she is perfect for being a career. She is very sly and mysterious.
➸ History; She has had the most perfect life as a rich girl. She got everything and anything. Learning to fight since she was 7. Her grandmother died in the rebellion and she has never met her. She had loads of friends and loads of relationships in the years. She is basically a bully, so watch out!
➸ Token; A chain necklace, wrapped in Orange and Purple fishnet.
➸ Talents / Strengths; Running, climbing and jumping. Great aim.
➸ Weaknesses; Nursing, camouflage and fire making.
➸ Likes; Looking pretty, cute boys, fighting and killing.
➸ Dislikes; Having to do things on her own, not cleaning and poor people.
➸ Fears; Looking bad in front of cameras. BEEZ!!
➸ Allergies; Bee stings!
➸ Training Score; 10
➸ Weapons; Throwing Knifes and sword.

lσσks

➸ Hair Color; Dirty blonde/Gold
➸ Eye Colour; Greyish, blue
➸ Height; 5.9
➸ Weight; 48kg

[west ,]

{{ Right, everyone who has finished their forms are accepted and I'll add you all to the front page when I get on my laptop after school :]

Thanks for telling me, ιяιѕlуα :] I'll unreserved your places...

[diamonds;;]

{ reserved for district seven female }

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ hollie skye farren mckenzi

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➸ Hollie Skye Celandia Farren McKenzi
➸ Twelve
➸ Female
➸ District Seven
➸ Two older brothers {Jack, 19, Beck,20} Four Younger Sisters {Jodie,9,Lila, 6, Summer,6, Seemea,4} One younger brother {Oliver, 1}

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➸ With a charm as sweet as a venomous snake, and a two sided personality Farren is often known for not so unnoticeable mood swings. At one moment, Farren may be a shy, reserved type of girl but the next moment she can be a great fire-cracker. It depends who you are and where you are and the currently mood of the moment. With a large group of people Farren is not normally the one of get stuck in, no matte what side of her's you are on, she will often be distracted by something a such as a leaf blowing in the wind out side of the window. She gets distracted very easy, like explained just before and called sometimes to have an attention span of a gold fish. With a large love of animals, her partner is her best friend. Of all size, colour and breed she will take on any to have an unconquerable bond between both animal and master. Farren has always been a relentless tomboy, hanging with the guys ever since she could remember. Sport and soccer have always been a big imput in her life; she trained for five days a week, a match on saturday and a rest of sunday. Cross country and Cricket games also were added, her fitness for soccer increasing by the week. Sport was the only place she could be herself, she often just simply kicked a ball around the garden or play soccer with the guys and school. It became so regular it was a part of her for a long time. Nature is something that she lived around; most of her childhood days were spent there no matter what the elements threw at her. Two boys lived on her street and she often had a special affection for both of them, even dispite that they were around two years older that herself. Farren collected nature books, taking strolls with her thoughts in the woods, she often did that to dwell on the bad time even if she did not want to recount a bad day. Farren can often be found as deciving and sarcastic yet all with good heart. Humor is something that she loves to spread around her friends and earnt the title as the 'Clown of the ground'. She made people laugh often, trying to simply cheer them up when they are down. Spirit is something that never runs scarce in the heart and soul of this young fire-cracker. Most things what she does is often tried to be done with a positive attitude, though these small imputs are not always succsessful. There are times that she is blissfully exited and almost so bubbly it is impossible to burst of good spirits but other times she can be known as a rash person with a firey temper; someone that she does not want to become. Mood swings are often common with Farren, one moment she may be a very queit and reserved person and the next minute she will be a bubbly girl, almost a different person sometimes. Her mood is very tempermental, she could swing from mood to mood over fifty times a day sometimes. With friends, she is normally the bubbly Farren that they would know, but with strangers she will be shy, often staying at the back of the group, just simply following them about. As a general person, Farren is a well mannered and kind person who just wants the best of life, even that may not fall upon her. Truthfully, she has grown out of her mood swings now and she very shy and sensible. She loves to have a laugh however and she loves to sing and dance.
➸ It all started when she was born, a diminutive ‘hospital’ set up by several merchant healers and a mid-wife. The spectacle from the window was fine-looking, simply beautiful, enough to set a foreigner in awe, wonder and admiration. It was captivating, pink blossoms blowing in the tender and placid, inspirational and revitalizing breeze. The infant was a daughter, beautiful, with light beach blonde tresses, thick light tresses, and a grin so radiant and beautiful to counterpart “Pure as a raindrop” is the quotation countless individuals illustrate her as. The primary year was rapid, simple, and agreeable, filled with baby speech and restless, disturbed nights, but what’s to anticipate with a girl aged less than twelve months? The rest was hushed, she infrequently cried unless there was a storm. Hollie engaged in recreation for hours in the meadow, adjacent to the small cottage, the hours went by like seconds. The entire of her life was normal until the age of four, a second girl, Isabella Aloe Mikelson. Hollie didn’t like being conscious of all the night, and the be deficient in of attention, but she was used to it as two more girls came along when she was six, Emma and Savannah. However, she did not once protest or criticize, as it was not in her temperament. She learnt to grow up promptly, and she learned how to handle snares, bows and spears, and she could hunt by the age of eight. Every day since that day, it was in cooperation her and her father’s responsibility. Her father gave her knowledge and familiarity about plants, which she was to accept and acknowledge speedily, and could identify and categorize them just by a basic narrative portrayal. Her father was a general in the rebellion. She was trained to be a soilder, built for speed and agility, and trained all her life. The family unit was brilliant pending her father died when an unruly accident when the mine collapsed, asphyxiated from the toxic gas and in anguish from the utter quantity of blood loss, leaving four children devoid of a father and the fifth not even seeing him. Six months later, the fifth baby was born, the only boy, who was named Conna. More and more pressure was put on her to hunt, it was a constant obligation for her to hunt. Every minute of her spare time was spent hunting, hunting for life, and training, training for her dignity. She traded some of her generously proportioned kills for goats, hens and saved two old shepherding dogs from death, minimally because they were too old and too fragile and feeble to serve their principle. Luckily, her family was proficient to survive. At the age of ten, she met two boys, one called Luke, and the other named Adam. They were both friends, several years older than Hollie, but with the same will to endure undernourishment. They united the kills, and all around they got more and better food. Hollie shared the eggs, cheese and milk and kills with them, and became the best of friends. Hollie exchanged her knowledge about healing and plants, for their knowledge about snares and basic fishing, a skill that she should of shared with her father long ago. They were dependable to one, another. All until the day of the first reaping. Adam had 27 names, including the involuntary names, Luke had 31 including the preceding names, and Hollie had 69. The Tessera from the extra names was bounty-full, effortless way of living, but it put your probability out of your favour. Principally for Hollie.
➸ A silver locket, her 'aunt's' token.
➸ Hiding, running, bow + arrow, knives, snares, spears
➸ Shelters, skinning, throwing knives, tridents, blow guns, posion
➸ Wind, Rain, Sun, Snow, Love, Mockingjays, Hunting
➸ Capitol, Hunger games, death, killing, hate.
➸ Death, Insanity, fame, other districts, triutes, reapings, capitol
➸ None
➸ 11
➸ Spears + Knives + Bow + Arrow

lσσks

➸ Blonde
➸ Blue
➸ 3"11
➸ 64 llbs
➸ Many

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ Milo Carrion Leera.

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➸ Milo Carrion Leera
➸ Fourteen
➸ Male
➸ District Nine
➸ Dead. He lives with his grandma

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➸ {Is this needed? He is a filler character?}
➸ {Is this needed? He is a filler character?}
➸ A butterfly ring from his Grandma
➸ Fires and Shelter building
➸ Fighting, Hand to hand, Swords, Spears, Knives, Throwing knives, Bow + arrows, Tridents, Plants, Snares, Hunting, Running, Climbing
➸ Hunger Games, Capitol, Fabric, Textiles, Capitol Fashion
➸ Reapings, Snobs, Cornucopia, weapons
➸ Spiders, Water, Animals, Hunting, Killing.
➸ Bee stings, all berries, some meat.
➸ Two
➸ None

lσσks

➸ Brown
➸ Ebony {He needs glasses to see}
➸ 4"10
➸ 121 llbs
➸ None.

[west ,]

"Winning will make you ｆａｍｏｕｓ. Losing means ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｄｅａｔｈ."

➸ Raina Banks.

вαsɩc ɩɴғσᴙмαтɩσɴ

➸ Raina
➸ Age; 16
➸ Gender; Female
➸ District; 3 (Career? Right?)
➸ Family; Mother, Chrystal. Father, Mark. Sister, Lyra.

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➸ Personality; Very cocky. She is playful and really flirty. She has no fear to kill, it seems funny too her. She loves all the attention and being pretty and dressed up. Her talking abilities are amazing and she actually can't stop talking. Well to people she knows. If she doesn't know you... Don't expect her to talk to you, If you do, it is most likely too be really mean! When with the careers, She becomes intense, but twice as flirty!
➸ History; She has had the most perfect life as a rich girl. She got everything and anything. Learning to fight since she was 7. Her grandmother died in the rebellion and she has never met her.
➸ Token; A chain necklace, wrapped in Orange and Purple fishnet.
➸ Talents / Strengths; Running, climbing and jumping. Great aim.
➸ Weaknesses; Nursing, camouflage and fire making.
➸ Likes; Looking pretty, cute boys, fighting and killing.
➸ Dislikes; Having to do things on her own, not cleaning and poor people.
➸ Fears; Looking bad in front of cameras. BEEZ!!
➸ Allergies; Bee stings!
➸ Training Score; 10
➸ Weapons; Throwing Knifes and sword.

lσσks

➸ Hair Color; Dirty blonde/Gold
➸ Eye Colour; Greyish, blue
➸ Height; 5.9
➸ Weight; 48kg

{{ Could you please edit your form? You need to write more for your personality and history. Sorry, but district three isn't a career, it's only 1, 2 and 4 that are careers, plus some tributes from other districts that get a high training score or could contribute a lot to the careers.

@ Everyone who can see their character listed on the front page :] ; We can start now, but won't go into the games until we have all 24 characters. If anyone has another space to fill, can you fill it with a character that dies early on / at Cornucopia?
It's just after the tribute parade and it is the first training day.

{{ ｋｒｙｓｔａｌ ｓｉｌｖｅｒｓ

{ ♀ | Eighteen | District 2 ; Masonry | Token ; Silver Ring | Training Score ; 10 }

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ Sword Fighting station.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ No-one.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Focused.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ Sword Fighting.
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A

Three. Two. One. Go. Krystal spun around, swinging the heavy, silver sword out from behind her. It sliced easily into one of the dummies, which was basically a big bag of sand. She didn't stop to watch the sand pour out of the clean cut her sword had left in the sack and form a small mound on the floor. Instead, Krystal wasted no time in stabbing the dummy in it's side. She yanked the sword out, then ran back a couple of steps so the could twirl around again and cut off the dummy's head.
Krystal stepped back again to admire her work. The bag of sand was heaped on the floor at her feet.

‒ x ‒

It was first day of training. Krystal's cousin had been chosen to compete, but was only thirteen so Krystal had immediately taken her place. Krystal was eighteen. It was her turn to make her family proud. And she wasn't going to dissapoint. First day of training. Time to make a good impression. Krystal had rushed to the sword fighting straight after the tribute parade. She thought she did quite well, in her stunning stone-silver gown that represented the stone work from her district. The district two girl set the sword back down and looked around at the other tributes. She could be killing any one of them within a few days, yet she hardly knew any of them. That was her weakness. Mercy.
Whenever he father was home, he'd train her, say she could win, if she tried. He told her it was best if she killed the person quickly, so she didn't see their face before she killed them. Krystal couldn't kill someone if she looked at them directly, even though she could kill ruthelessly.

[. w0nd3rlanD .]

(Sorry I was on ma iPod and it didnt do the lines properly! Again sorry!!)

[rukavis]

~Kenn Mochizuki~
Well, this is no good, Kenn thought. If I can't get my spear-throwing skills under control, they'll never allow me in the careers!
But, I'm in Distric 2. I have an advantage.
Kenn picked up another spear and threw it with all his strength. He stumbled a bit from the power of his throw, but caught his footing before he had a chance to fall. Looking up at the dummy target, Kenn frowned. It was just under where the heart should be. At least it wasn't the leg, like his last throw. That's when Kenn noticed just how many off-target spears there were. Five in all. Five too many. One on it's right shoulder, one on it's left leg, one on it's left arm, one that hit the dummy behind it, and the one he just threw. At least the last one was closest. There was a large pile of sand underneath the dummy, and the one behind it. How depressing. There should be more sand underneath them.
Sighing, Kenn looked around. It was only the first day of training. He'd have to improve his training skills if he wanted to prove himself to the other Careers and his family. His father had told him that, depending on how he does training, they may or may not root for him. Kenn would have to work hard and show off his strength. There was a station that would definently show off his strength - the gauntlet, where he would have to jump from platform to platform in the fastest time possible while the trainer swings a club at him. This would be fun, since most Careers have a go at that one.
When Kenn took his first step, he bumped into someone. "Get out of my way, punk!" Kenn burst out, but before he took off, he turned to see who that was.

[west ,]

{{ ｋｒｙｓｔａｌ ｓｉｌｖｅｒｓ

{ ♀ | Eighteen | District 2 ; Masonry | Token ; Silver Ring | Training Score ; 10 }

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ●→ Sword Fighting station.
ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ●→ Kenn.
ｍｏｏｄ ●→ Surprised.
ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ ●→ Sword Fighting.
ａｌｌｉｅｓ ●→ N/A
ｉｎｖｅｎｔｏｒｙ ●→ N/A
ｗｏｕｎｄｓ ●→ N/A

Krystal decided to move onto a more realistic, human-like dummy. It was one of those life-size human shaped mannequins that had little red targets all over it's body. Krystal approached it with an evil grin spread across her face. She spun the sword by her side, then angled up to attack the dummy. She turned, slicing the dummy's left arm off. Krystal spun around, her blonde hair that was tied up in a french plait flicked out behind her as the teenaged girl took a quick step forward and thrust her shiny sword up into the figure's 'ribs'. Krystal took a step backwards, then placed the sword back on the rack next to the spears and knives that were in the neighbouring stations, spear throwing and knife throwing. 'I think I'll go try out the bow and arrows next.' she thought, glancing over to the bow and arrow station, 'Sword fighting is just my warm up...' Krystal kept her eye on the sword she had just replaced, and walked straight into another person.

‒ x ‒

''Hey, watch where your going!'' Krystal exclaimed, trotting back a couple of paces. She looked up to see a boy, he was the male tribute from her distict. The district two girl looked up at him, then flicked back around to the bow and arrow station. ''Excuse me, but I should carry on my training, District Two. Don't want to waste any more time, do we?'' Krystal flicked back around, then trotted off to the second station. 'Don't want to get too friendly with the others. After all, I'm going to be killing them soon...' Krystal pulled her shirt down a bit, and flattened the creases before picking up a beautiful, silver coloured bow and one matching arrow. She nocked the bow, and took aim. Krystal hadn't had much practise with a bow and arrow, but could shoot decently and had good aim, however, she couldn't always hit the very middle of the target. Her results with a bow and arrow varied a lot. Krystal let go of the string, and the string sliced through the air and hit the target, but only just. As Krystal picked up a second arrow, she looked over to the district two boy, and wished she hadn't been so rude.

ｔａｇｇｅｄ ●→ ｋｅｎｎ.

[rukavis]

~ Kenn Mochizuki ~

When Kenn looked down at the kid he bumped into, he saw his Distric counterpart. Has she talked to the other careers yet? Kenn thought. He hadn't heard what she said, so when Krystal turned on her heel and walked away, Kenn followed her.
"What was that?" He asked. He didn't want to sound rude, but he probably did, just from his regular tone of voice. "Have you talked to the other careers yet?"

Kenn Mochizuki ~ Talking to Krystal
Ari Kobayashi ~ N / A
Nathan Fugaro ~ N / A

Looking around, Kenn saw the other tributes moving around from station to station. He saw some tributes on the gauntlets, and figured those must be the careers. But, as Kenn's bigger brother always said, don't jump to conclusions about the others. It makes the killing tricky...

TAGGED ~ KRYSTAL SILVERS