Nowhere To Run (Hunger Games RP) Semi-Lit

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Character
Name: Isadorian Crane (Izzy)
District: 4
Gender: Male
Age: 18

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian, but his skin is so tanned from fishing that you'd never be able to tell.
Hair colour: Black, and it always looks like he just walked through a wind tunnel, even after he combs it.
Eye colour: A deep green, so deep that it almost seems like you're looking down a deep well.
Skin colour: It was originally a light brown, but it has been so deeply tanned that it's now a deep golden brown.
Scars and Birthmarks: He's missing the tip of his left pinky and ring fingers because a particularly mean barbell snapped them off.
Height: 6' 7''
Accent: He speaks like a sailor, although he doesn't cuss like one.

General
Weapon Of Choice: Throwing knives, although he's handy with almost every weapon you could give him.
Personality: Izzy is a hardworking boy who has always supported his family- three sisters and one brother- since his mother and father died after being mauled by piranhas. Their death wasn't but a year back, and is still a traumatic subject for him. He can come across as pessimistic and moody, and has a rather sad air about him, but can always be counted on to think his way out of trouble. He loves his siblings more than anything, and fears that if he is chosen for the hunger games, they might die without his help.
Likes: Climbing, boating, growing things, reading if he has the time.
Dislikes: The Hunger Games, careers, poisonous fish, carnivorous fish, losing.
Strengths: He can easily find his own food, he is quite strong, he is the fastest boy in his age group and he isn't scared of heights or swimming.
Weaknesses: He's not very good when it comes to plants- he knows a few edible berries and such, but he has trouble telling one from another. People tend to avoid him because he can be snappish and mean, so it might be hard for him to make alliances or get sponsors.
Greatest Fear: Seeing his siblings entered in the Hunger Games.
History: There's not much to tell- He has two fifteen year old sisters named Angela and Rosemary (they're twins), a thirteen year old brother named Matt, and a ten year old sister named Julina. A year ago, his parents were eaten by piranhas. This is his last year of eligibility, and he hopes beyond hope that he will not be picked, nor any of his siblings.
Habits: He tends to forget things- it's a curse on his family.
Other: The Jabberjays steal his fish, and he sometimes gets beaten by the peacekeepers for not meeting his quota.

[SwallowSpirit]

((HAI!!!))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((Hi. Are you going to post, or just spam up the thread?))

[Wolfsabre]

Character
Name: Zack Ryder
District: 9
Gender: M
Age: 16

Looks
Race/Ethnicity: English
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Blue
Skin colour: Tan
Scars and Birthmarks: A long jagged scar going down the right side of his face.
Height: 6 ft
Accent: American

General
Weapon Of Choice: Twin scimitars and a wicked long bow
Personality: Zack is cool. He is an only child and ever since his parents were killed. His mother and father were both chosen for the hunger games and she had given birth to him during the games. They knew one of them was going to die, so they killed themselves and he was left alone. Being alone has made him tough and is great at surviving, the only thing he knows. But he knows how to have fun while doing it.
Likes: Hunting, nature, music, singing and the guitar. Everything except the ones below.
Dislikes: The Capitol and the Games.
Strengths: The bow and scimitars. And climbing. Very good at climbing.
Weaknesses: Swimming. He is terrified of it.
Greatest Fear: That he won't be able to save the one thing he cares about most.
History: His mother and father were both chosen for the hunger games and she had given birth to him during the games. They knew one of them was going to die, so they killed themselves and he was left alone. But he did need caring for. He grew up in the capitol, because they felt responsible for them and was for a while the presidants son and he believed this too. But an old woman, who was his grandmother, told him the truth. He couldn't believe it, but when he asked the predidant, he told Zack the truth. So Zack ran away to district 9, where his parents had lived.
Habits: He happens to rap his finger and hum when nervous.
Other: Question, is this actually giong to be like the hunger games? Where EVERYONE except one person lives? And jabberjays are amazing by the way.

[Gatanitazul]

(Izzy is accepted, thanks for making a guy Wolfsabre, please go back and read the rules to find the codeword)

Isabelle could only vaguely hear the rest of the names that the escort called out. She could feel herself being pushed roughly into the building behind her. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and blood pounded in her ears. She was going into shock, and the voices around her all seemed to fade away. She started to shake, anger seeping into her. "No." she growled under her breath "I don't want to die..." She stopped herself from shouting the words, and bit down on her tongue, drawing blood. She was being pulled by peacekeepers, quite roughly. Their strong hands dug into her arms, bruising her.

Isabelle bared her teeth at them once they were under the cover of a roof, and concealed from the cameras. She pulled away from them and walked into the room that she would say her goodbyes in. Her brother ran into the room from a different door, which probably led to a back exit. She eyed the door, but she abandoned the idea when she saw the peacekeeper's peeking through a cracked door. She sighed and looked at her brother. Swallowing the tears and smiling weakly at him.

"It'll all be okay. You'll come back!" He said, his voice firm "You'll come back." he repeated, his voice cracking.

"No. I won't." Isabelle said, looking at him sadly.

[Wolfsabre]

(There, did it. And can you answer my question?)

[Gatanitazul]

(Everyone except one person dies, I think is what you mean. And yes... Unless we find a way to change that. I have an idea... But I'll have to take a poll.)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

((I'm fine with it being exactly like the Hunger Games, unless you show favoritism towards your characters as the leader of this roleplay.))

Izzy ushered his brother, Matt, towards the boy's line, gave Angela and Rosemary a hug each, then went down on one knee and gave his ten-year-old sister, Julina, a big hug and said "No matter what happens, keep your chin up and no tears. Okay?" Julina's eyes sparkled with wetness, but she nodded and wiped her eyes briskly. The black-haired boy stood up, ruffled his sister's hair, and smiled at her. "It'll be fine. I promise." Then he left his youngest sister on the sidelines and went to stand next to Matt. The district four escort, Crystal Walsh, smiled cheerily as she virtually bounced to the front of the stage. "Welcome, welcome, welcome!" she called in a cheerful voice that made Izzy grimace. Does she enjoy this? he wondered, as Crystal's long iridescent blue curls bounced about her shoulders. Does she think it a fun sport, to send children to their deaths? Crystal fished about in the glass ball, then her fingers closed around a piece of paper. Matt, four. Rosemary, eighteen. Angela, eighteen. Hardly any, compared to the rest of the district. Compared to myself, with ninety-four.... He was jolted out of his thoughts by a shriek, and realized it was Julina's. He looked around wildly, trying to figure out why his sister was screaming. If anyone had hurt a hair on her sweet little head... All of a sudden, he was surrounded by peacekeepers. They were leading him away, towards the justice building. Then he realized why Julina had screamed, and at the same instant his eyes widened, and he knew. He knew the name that Crystal had pulled out of the ball.
Isadorian Crane.

[Turq8]

Nan rolled over in bed, groaning. Today was the day of the reaping. She pushed the covers away shivering as the cold air immediately wrapped around her. She dressed quickly and stepped out into the brisk morning air. Already people were moving about, talking. She saw women showing their friends the dresses they bought for their daughters for the reaping, and in front of a dilapidated building, people were taking bets on anything the probability of a younger girl and an older boy being chosen to the chances that District 5 would finally have a winner again. Hey, numbers were their business. One of Nan's friends ran up to her.

"Hey Nan! Do you think someone we know will be chosen this year?" Cal asked breathlessly. Her full name was Calculus, but she prefered to go by Cal.

"God, I hope not! That would be horrible to watch. Well, more horrible than usual," Nan replied. She talked to Cal for a little longer, then said good bye and went home to change into her reaping dress. Her mom had laid it out on the bed for her. It was a simply cut white dress with a green ribbon, that was the same color as her eyes, that tied in the back. She pulled her hair into braided pigtails, and took a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. Unlike most kids her age, she was an only child, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Her mother was 7 months pregnant with a baby girl. Her parents walked out with her to the public square, and she went to stand with all the other 13 year old girls in a roped of section. Nan herself only had 2 slips of paper in the jar, she was lucky that her family was well enough off that she didn't have to take out tesserae, but she knew some girls that weren't so fortunate, and she prayed that they wouldn't be chosen. A woman with fuschia pink hair and towering heels tottered up onto the stage.

"Hello District 5, and Happy Hunger Games! I'm your escort, Siella Harpel! May the odds be ever in your favor!" She squealed. This recieved a few murmurs from the crowd. If the odds were in our favor, we would have won more than 6 times in the past. If the odds were in our favor, we would have won the rebellion! The odds were never in our favor! Nan thought, anger slightly coloring her face. Siella continued. She talked about how the districts rose up against the Capitol and were severly beaten and punished, resulting in the Hunger Games. "Ladies first!" she trilled, steppin up the girls' glass ball. Nan found Cal's hand next to her. She turned to look at Cal, who had an expression of pure horror and distress on her face.

"What, what happened? Were you chosen? Was your sister?" Nan whispered worriedly.

Cal looked at Nan. "You didn't hear your name called?" She whispered back. Nan felt the blood drain out of her face as she was ripped away from Cal and pushed up to the front. Up close, Siella's hair was even more blinding. She numbly stood there, scanning the sea of faces for the ones she knew would be horror- struck, her parents.

((Phew, that was long!))

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((If you want, I can make a couple more not important characters that could die later. Though I have already made two characters))

Anya held her younger brothers hand tightly as they strode off to the reaping area. "Ow Anya! Relax," Ivan said trying to squirm his hand away. Anya loosened her grip slightly, but still did not want to let him go. Ivan was now of age to put his name into the reaping. Anya of course had many slips with her name since she had a family to feed. Obviously she did not let Ivan do the same. He shouldn't even be here. Not with his hemophilia, she thought nervously as she let go of her brother's hand when they arrived. She then proceed to stand along with the others of her age.

Many people were staring at Anya as she walked to her place. She was wearing a baby blue sun dress that once belonged to her mother when she was her age. It was quite rare to see her wear a dress, only at the reaping she put up with her mother and wore one. Even so, she wore shorts underneath. Not only that, Anya was fairly pretty herself with strawberry blond hair that at times had a red-ish shine in the sun and clear blue eyes that at times shifted to a warm gray when there is bad weather. Along with her small size Anya looked like a innocent little doll. Those who actually knew her knew that Anya was no little fragile doll. People knew her as a little imp who had a sharp tongue and would get into trouble, but only those close to her knew her kinder and gentle side. Anya also wore a small silver moon pendant around her neck. It has been passed down in her family for generations and of course being made of pure silver drew some more unwanted attention to her. The cool crescent moon pressed into her bare skin.

Anya made a small noise in disgust as Lynnette took stood up on the platform, her long spring-like emerald green curls bounced in all directions. "Welcome to the seventy-sixth hunger games!" she said in her irritating Capital accent. Lynnette then continued with the drawing of the contestant names starting off with the female contestant name. "Anya Ivanskova!" Lynnette called in her sing-song voice. Anya could hear a caught sob from Ivan, but did not turn around to face him. She had to look strong. Instead, Anya held her head up high and boldly walked up to stand next to Lynnette. She then finally looked over at her family and gave them a small smile telling them she would be ok.

((I'll do Alex later since I think the female tribunes are suppose to be picked first))