Hunger Games Fan Club *Contest!*

[[POLAR] ;bear;]

Yay, I have some HG fan-fic. I suck at writing, but here you all are. My best friend and I have made our own Hunger Games versions of ourselves, mine is 13-year-old Kestrel Fairwin from District 4. She has jet-black hair, ice blue eyes, and pale skin. Her twin, Robin and older brother Leo, are the pride of her parents, and they shower them with gifts while she's stuck doing all the family's chores at home and fishing. She and her brother Robin get chosen for the Hunger Games, where she finds the perfect opportunity to take revenge on her parents by killing her brother where they can see her. So anyways, here's a little confrontation they had, which is NOT finished. I plan on making a character profile, too. =D Anyone else have a HG side?

The wind blew through his black hair. He hadn’t heard me coming. I held a long club in my right hand, which had a gash in it all the way to my forearm. It took all my courage to raise my voice. “Robin.” My twin whirled around, a flash of panic in his ice blue eyes. I flipped my hair.
“Oh, hello Kestrel.” He smirked. “Fancy seeing you in the Games.” I winced. I hated my stupid, spoiled brother. My parents loved him, and my older brother Leo. “As you,” I replied, hardly choking down my hatred. “In case you’re wondering, dear brother, I didn’t come for an allegiance.”
“Really? I was so hoping I didn’t have to join the Careers.”
“No use. I’ve killed the male and female from 1. The female from 2. The male from two is grieving. I plan to get him next.”
“So, are you allied now?”
“Yes. And you will never know who it is.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’ve come,” I said, “to kill you.”
“Well now Kestrel, we can’t have that.” He winked. Robin’s hand went to his belt buckle and he whipped out a long, expertly-sharpened knife.

I thought that was superb! My Hunger Games character is 13 year old Nan Weatherall from District 5 (widely accepted as the math district). She has red hair and green eyes. She doesn't look like me, I only wish I had red hair and green eyes.

Thanks! I think my writing is bad. xD
And Kestrel looks nothing like me, although my dad said I could get my hair dyed, And I'll probably be getting it dyed black. =D I wish I looked like Kestrel, though. And I'm still working on her character profile, so sit tight! xD

[Erythro]

Here are the first four pages to a Hunger Games novel I am writing:
I wrote this in 2010 time by the way. No offense against Obama. Just kidding..... Also, this was written at 3 in the morning and I had a muse. So, it sucks. A lot.
-The girl here, is 13.
-She is timid until she understands this is life or death here.
-Etc, fill in your comments below. >.>

My Hunger Games
Three…
Save me.
Two…
Kill me now.
One…
I take off as I hear the gong sound, everything a blur. I reach down and scoop up the single knife that was in the mud, ten feet away from my plate. The mud was slippery, against my tennis shoes, and my shaking body, wasn’t helping either. I knew I was going to die in here, but I was going try. I scoop up the loaf of bread at the half way point, to the Cornucopia. ‘Run,’ was the only throat crossing my mind,
Run…
Run…
When, I realize that I am almost at the Cornucopia, it comes to me that I am about to run into a sword and a crowbar, clashing, begging for life against each other. My eyes widen, and, by instinct I use the mud to my advantage. I fall to the ground, still moving, and slide underneath. I wouldn’t have been as scared, if the sword wasn’t two inches, from scalping me. I hit something, with my feet. I look at the mud-caked item. It was hard to see in the dark brown mud. But, once I pulled it out of the brown, messy, thick gunk, it became clear. My eyes become wider than before, and I mumble, through the smile that was crossing my face, “Trident.”
“Run!”
Someone shouts, who it was, I don’t know, but I do know it was directed at me. A boy that looked about a year younger than me, 12 had a spear and was coming directly at me. I immediately, thrust the trident into the boy’s chest. He coughs up blood, further caking me, and my trident. Then, I turn to see mountains.
“Perfect.”
I take off for the gray, horizon lining mountains, grabbing what I can. A bag, like everything else, caked in mud, and the thick sticky, red liquid that was being shed everywhere. I see another knife, so I reach down, and grab it. When, I feel I am safely on my way, a knife whizzes past my right ear.
“Oh no.”
I don’t turn back to see who it was, or to see if they were throwing another knife at me. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower left leg. I don’t stop to attack, or look at my leg, just keep running.
Run…
Run…
When I finally reach the brush, I don’t stop running, until I feel as though I am a good 200ft into the brush. I slow my pace to a walk, not looking at my leg yet. I feel as though I have been walking for hours, so I sit down on a rock, and examine my surroundings. There are hardly any tree’s , thankfully.
After looking at the surroundings a bit, I look at the blood soaking my leg. I sigh and cut a piece of my pants off with one of my knives. I take the thin piece of colth and tie it above the still bloody wound. Next, I look at the bag. Dark blue, with the Senate seal on the front. I pull the string at the top, and reach my hand bloody hand inside. I grab the first thing my hands comes in contact with. I pull it out, and smile. A water Jug. I can drink if this isn't tainted, with something. I suspect it is, knowing the idiotic Gamemakers that run the Senate. I pull one thing out after another, grapes, flashlight, 2 tarps, and 4 more knives. This tells me the named of the Arean we are staying in for now.
"Eternal Night"
I count my items up total, 3 tarps, 1 loave of bread, 6 knives, grapes, a water jug, a flash light, and my favotire item, a trident. I hear a twig snap and my head swings around into the direction of the noise. An older kid falls out of the tall brush. I stand up, brandishing my trident in a position that is ready to kill. The boy looked quite handsome with medium long brown hair and dark brown eyes too. I speak in a quiet, harsh voice, "Who are you?"
"Connor."
I finally realized who the boy was when he siad his name. A 10 in training. I lower my weapon a bit, and ask, "Why are you here?" He responds with a cough, making me raise my trident again, gripping it harshly. Then, he says I escaped the Bloodbath first. I didn't get out with anything but this tarp. What is the theme?" I nod toward the flashlight, "Night?"
"Yes, and no."
He nods, then askes, "Please, alliance with me." It takes me a couple seconds but I finally say, "Yes, but if I leave you, kill you, or anything else, it is for my own life." he nods, I lean down stabbing the trident into the trident into the muddy ground, using it as a support, as I pick up pmy items and put them into the Senates duffel bag. I flinch from the pain in my leg. Connor asks, "What's wrong?" I shake my head, letting my side bangs fall over my left eye.
"My leg."
I stand up using my trident as a support.

-And, that's as far as I got at three in the morning. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^^

[iPawki]

Er... so we just post a form? Can I do that for the contest?

[Erythro]

Just post. We don't have a form or a thread for contests yet. Good luck against mine.

[Turq8]

Name: Nan Weatherall

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Height: 5 feet exactly

Weight: 75 lbs.

Hair: Bright red, a little past her shoulders

Eyes: Dark peridot green

District: 5, the Math district

Personality: Nan is very trustworthy, and in return very trusting. If you betray her, she may never forgive you. She is highly competitive in school, and stands up for other kids who are bullied, despite being bullied herself for her hair and size. She can be a little scatter-brained at times, having ADD, and can have trouble focusing, but she's a good person.

DOB: April 8th

Zodiac Sign: Aries (Perfect!)

Family:
Mother- Riley Weatherall, 38. Riley has thick, long red hair that goes to her shoulder blades, and clear blue eyes. She is 5'8 and is a leading mathematician. Nan really looks up to her mom.
Father- Rian (pronounced "Ryan") Weatherall, 40. Rian has straight black hair and green eyes like Nan's. He teaches at the local elementary school.
Sister- Elisabeth Weatherall, 8. Elisabeth has black hair like her fathers and blue eyes that are reminiscent of her mothers. She looks up to Nan and wants to be just like her, and Nan loves her very much.
Best Friend- Calculus "Cal" Turner (she's a girl). Cal has pin-straight hair that is right in the middle of blonde and brown, and gray eyes that can look blue, green, or gray. She is random and out there, but lovable. Her and Nan are practically inseparable.

Likes: Being right, people, honesty, dependability, animals, and sparkly things (ADD alert!).

Dislikes: Violence, cheaters, and being humiliated in front of people (including being wrong).

Interests/Hobbies: Math. She likes to make jewelry, and made the necklace that is her token, a smooth, oval-shaped turquoise stone on a silver chain.

Favorite-
Food: Cheese
Color: Turquoise

[Erythro]

Name: Looslic Cares (Cu-ress)

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 146 pounds.

Hair: Here's his face claim. xDDDark brown

Eyes: Dark brown

District: 1

Personality:
He is always focused during training, but his spirit was never broken. He believes that the Capitol, has no control over him, becuase they never broke into his soul, and really took control. He trains, as he has too. Outside of training though, he is a completely different person. He is a major flirt toward girls, and is always wanting to be with them. He smiles, probably more than any trainee that you could think of.
He is always thinking of ways he can get the girls on his side. Looslic is everywhere that he is and isn't suppposed to be. His mind, opperates differently than most, and he doesn't think that he will ever get put into the Hunger Games. If he does get reaped, he thinks that there are so many Careers that would be happy to take his place, he would never have to actually put his training into action.
He doesn't believe in the greater knowledge, so he doesn't work hard in school, only training. He never knows why, but he loves the fact that he gets to be a Career. The only thought that holds him back, from becoming dark, and demented, is his sister. The only living survivor left, other than himself, in the family. He stays, alive, and well, only, for her.

DOB: July 16th. (That was when he was accepted, so that is his b-day xDD)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Family:
Mother- Murdered by Father
Father- Publically exuctured for murdering his mother
Sister- Kindleys -no bio yet -still working on her-
Adopted Father- No name xDD

(Added this for less confusion) Complete History-
From the time Looslic was two, his parents had him as a Career. He was a great Career but his spirit was never broken by the Trainers. At the age of 10, his mother, was murdered by his father and then his father was publicly executed. It left him and his sister, also a Career, all alone in the Community Home. For the next two years, he stayed in the community home. Him and his sister were always training, due to his already paid for training, and the community homes rules.
At 11, him and his sister, Kindlys, were adopted by one of Looslics training instructors. Since, he was now the Trainers son, they were separated. As time went on, he became more separated from his sister and adopted father and was more a Career than anything else. They had almost broken his spirit, but then he nearly killed someone in training.
When he had the sword to the boys throat, he looked into the boys eyes. Looslic, backed away from the boy and threw the sword to the ground, away from him. He realized that he had just almost killed an innocent boy, and for what? Glory? Looslic, ran out of the training room as fast as he could and all the way home to his adopted father and sister, 9 at the time.
At 12, he was still a Career and probably would be for the rest of his life, but now, he was not a strong Career. He grew closer to his sister, always wanting to protect here, and trying to keep her from becoming a brainwashed, murdering, Career. Like, he almost did. He protects his sister as much as he can, and will hardly let anyone get close to her, other than him, and his adopted father. This was also, the first year that Looslic would be in the drawing to be a tribute. Thankfully, he wasn't drawn, and hasn't been to this day. Hopefully it will stay that way.
When, Looslic turned 15, he realized that life was life, and he couldn't change what happens. Now, all he has to do, is survive, well, life.

Likes: Jez, his girlfriend on THGRPG. He loves the rain, and just standing in it for a few hours. His sister is the only other thing other than Jez that he loves, and would die for. He likes talking to people, and interacting in training. The woods, and water. Reading, even though he isn't too smart. His likes are short, but he doesn't have much to like.

Dislikes: Prepare for a looong list.
Being a Career.
People saying his last name wrong. Cu-ress, not cares.
Disrespectful people.
The Hunger Games
The Capitol.
Not being able to be in touch with other districts.
Having no where to go, but home to his adopted father and sister. Though, he sometimes breaks the law and goes into the woods.
Eavesdroppers.
Stalkers.
Long books.
Homework.
School.
Etc. the teenager stage stuff.
Interests/Hobbies: Jez, walking next to a creek in the woods, talking to friends. He doesn't have any hobbies yet. Sorry. I only have him in one thread. xDDD

Favorite-
Food: Wild Turkey
Color: Teal
Other: Alright, I took this off a Hunger Games RPG. Hope ya all like my favorite charry. ^^ Not my best, but my favorite.

[[POLAR] ;bear;]

Name:
Kestrel Fairwin
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
Height:
5’3
Weight:
115 lbs
Hair:
Jet black, straight, shoulder-length
Eyes:
Ice blue
Personality:
Cold. She hates getting close to others, and making friends isn't something she likes to do. After her parents gave up on her, she was broken inside. What does she have left to care about? Certainly not her brothers or family. Bree, Carmine, and Alix are her only friends. Kill me now is her first thought every day, and the last before a restless night of sleep. She goes through her days quietly, hardly speaking except to her friends and while in school. She doesn't try to hide the fact that she hates her life, family, and pretty much everything else. Her only joy is in fishing with Alix, wrestling with Carmine, and painting and drawing.
DOB:
May 24th
Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
Family:
Leo Fairwin- Brother, 19, (Lay-OH). Short black hair, dark blue eyes. 6'0 pale skin, muscle-y.
Robin Fairwin- Twin brother, 13 (Ro-bin). Long black hair, icy blue eyes. About 5'3, very pale, and medium build.
Bree Fairwin- Sister-in-law, 19 (Engaged to Leo) (Bree). Light brown hair a little past her shoulders, green eyes. 5'6, tan skin, and very thin.
Mya Fairwin- Mother, 39 (Me-ya). Black hair halfway down her back, dark blue eyes. 5'6, very pale. Small build despite her height.
Elias Fairwin- Father, 45 (EL-eeas). Black hair with gray streaks, icy blue eyes. 6'2 exactly, pale, and thin.
Carmine Heathers- Best friend, 12. (Car-MINE) Dirty blonde hair, blue-green eyes. 5'1, tan, very small for her age.
Alix Presten- Best friend, 13. (A-lex) Light brown hair, brown eyes. 5'4, tan, medium build.

Likes:
Fishing with Alix, wrestling with Carmine, talking and doing art studies with Bree, drawing and painting, the sea, not being around her family, and school (sometimes).

Dislikes:
Most other things, but especially social interaction, her family, and math.

Interests/Hobbies:
Drawing and painting, fishing, and writing.

Favorite-
Food: Seared tuna and scallops with seaweed bread
Color: Aquamarine

Other:
Her family is rich, but they spend most of their money on her brothers. She gets money for food and clothing.
She likes to go out to the sea and paint landscapes while Alix fishes.
Her best friends are based off of my real best friends. xD

I might add more, but for now I like this. =D

[iPawki]

[Thanks. ;] Finally finished! I think...]

Name: Robin Weatherall

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4"

Weight: Around 90 pounds.

Hair: Robin's hair resembles black feathers gently tucked onto her head. In the gleam of the sunlight, her hair turns deep brown, with streaks of lighter brown. She has short side bangs that slightly cover her right eye and thin in a curve over her ear, creating a swirl of patterns. Her hair ends a little past her shoulders, cut into thin edges. Her hair seems to reflect everything as though it were a mirror, reflecting light, reflecting the sun. When she was young, Robin's hair was tainted with bits of red and orange and yellow, but those colorful hues disappeared as time wore her out, leaving only a few dark and dull colors to replace her rainbow hairdo.

Eyes: Robin's eyes are a different story. When she was only a young child, she was mocked for the graying eyes that had been chosen for her face. They were so light and so pale she felt like a monster, walking around others with beautiful colors to accompany theirs.
However, as she grew older, bits of bright green and blue came to the graying color, making her eyes vivid and full of life. Gray still remained, but now it had become a lovely silver. The balance seemed satisfying to Robin, that her feathery hairdo would lose color and that her dull, stormy eyes would gain color. This made Robin believe that life would always be so balanced, never tipping to the excellent or the terrible.

If only she had known how wrong she had been.

District: 9 (Hunting)

Personality (A lot of it is history): Robin has lived her life on hope. As a young girl, she has always wanted to learn to fly. To spread out her wings and to be lifted into the sky, to shine in the sunlight and to soar like the majestic eagles. She has always had a sharp vision, making her an excellent hunter.
Her only fear when flying in her dreams was to fall or, even worse, to be shot by her own arrow.

Because that was Robin. Cold, silent, afraid. She is more of an enclosed person, not willing to open her heart to many people. Her reputation is rather mediocre, but that it only because she is rarely seen in public. Ever since the fall of her family, the death of her parents, she has rarely trusted anyone. Not even her little sister who seemed have been her only companion when they were all alone, when she was six and when her sister was four. The only thing she had were a few cheap wooden arrows, a bow, and her luck charm- a sturdy arrow her father had gifted her made out of rare, black wood.
When Robin turned seven, she met a boy named Damien. He, too, had been all alone.
When Robin first met him, she had seen the strong feelings of betrayal and loneliness. She had met him while hunting, where she had found him sobbing in the corner of the dark shadows that the trees had created. Robin had always been a natural at hunting. Getting the arrow to bow down to her had always been a simple job. She felt like a queen whenever she raised her hands to let the arrow slither through the chill of the sky.
He had ruffled, dark, black hair and pale blue eyes. It seemed as though the life had been sucked out of his gaze. The only thing Robin could do was to walk over to him, to help him get to his feet.
A trickle of sympathy ran through her, but she shook the thought away. The young seven year-old took out the rabbit she had caught, the first bit of real meat she had caught in a long time, and pushed it over to him.
"Have it," She told him quietly. Her blue eyes met his pale, dull, gray ones and a shiver of understanding ran through them. She didn't mess with him, he wouldn't mess with her. The boy grabbed the rabbit by the ear, searching it. It's dead, dark purple eyes were stained and blood-shot, its paws crooked. He gave her a lob-sided grin, "I'm Damien. Just turned nine," He said. He stood up, suddenly full with energy, and shook her hand. He turned around, disappearing into the trees, as though he were just a shadow, a ghost.

The next morning she had woken up to see paper, a pencil, colored pencils, and a paintbrush lying by her side. She started to draw, and a sensation shook through her. She was sure that Damien had given this to her, and she was satisfied. Whenever she was under pressure, she drew, or she painted.

It took her mind off of things.

And for once, Robin had felt as though she could trust someone. Damien had been left exactly as she had- alone, misunderstood. Robin felt like she could trust him. The rabbit that she had given him seemed to mean so much to her, its purple eyes that had made him smile, the clean kill that she had awarded him. And forever she would remember the purple gaze of this dead prey and the crooked smile he had given her.
But when Robin turned ten, Damien was chosen for the Hunger Games. To nobody's surprise, he didn't make it out alive.
She was heartbroken.
Robin became even colder, and shut out everything in her life. Even her sister Willow didn't seem to be able to snap her out of this nightmare, of this horrifying trance.

It was Death that allowed her to believe again. When she most needed help, he was there. He helped her onto his feet like she had helped Damien. He was always there, even when Willow wasn't.
It is true that animals are most capable of showing true love. Death was a black Labrador that held a terrible reputation in District 9. Parents told their children terrible stories about him, but rumors will always be rumors.

Death was the gentlest, most amazing dog that Robin had ever met. All in all, Death reminded her of Damien. His pale, graying eyes that Damien had once held, his shaggy black fur resembling Damien's messy hairdo. It was although Death were a reincarnation of life, of Damien.

Robin begun to hope. She smiled more often, built a real house. She was still cold, still willing to snap at anyone who disturbed her, but she knew that she had to get a move on with her life. She was always there for Willow as Death had been there for Robin. She was still afraid, afraid of dying and of crashing. She was scared of a lot of things, but the woods would always be safe for her.

She wasn't a queen of nature. She was the loyal servant, only taking what she needed.
And Robin was satisfied with that.

DOB: October 13th

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Family:
Shawna Rye- Deceased- Mother
Davin Weatherall- Deceased- Father
Willow Weatherall- Alive- Younger Sister- 12

Her mother had been the most wonderful woman in the world- To Robin's eyes. Her name had been Shawna Rye, and she had been both understanding and wise. Her father, named Davin, had been the cheerful type of man who never let sorrow interfere. They were both there for her, and when she was four, her mother was killed.

It had been an accident, her father had told her, but Robin did not believe in accidents. She knew that the person who had mysteriously killed her mother had been a murderer, not an innocent man (Or women, for that matter) who had accidentally killed her.
Her father had turned terribly ill when she was almost six-years-old. He gifted her with the arrow made of black wood as a farewell present. She was left to live with her sister under her care.

Willow was a quiet girl. She was so delicate, so gentle, that Robin feared for her. She was like a small petal floating the air, awaiting the howling wind to shred it to pieces. Robin loved her sister too much for something like that to happen, so she wanted to make sure Willow did not get chosen for the Games.
Robin decided to bring her sister and Death deeper into the forest, where they would be safe. Or... safer. Safety could never be fully guaranteed.

Likes: Robin likes silence. She likes animals, like serenity, peace. She prefers speed over power and raw force, sly tactics over rash attacks. Being sly and coy, she likes to compare herself to foxes.
She likes water, with its soothing powers and it's quiet way of traveling.

Dislikes: She hates noise. Robin detests loud noises, detests too much sound. She hates it when people get over-confident, when they over-estimate their abilities.

Interests/Hobbies: Hunting, Swimming, Drawing, Painting.

Favorite-
Food: Rabbit
Color: Purple
Other: N/A

[[POLAR] ;bear;]

I finished my fan-fic, you can read the whole thing here- Click!
It's a bit violent, I warn you. Not too bad, though. xD Good job everyone!

[Erythro]

Hey Sugar, when is the Contest ending?
Also, we should have a fanfiction story. I would so pwn with the one above. =DDD Although, I don't have a fanfiction account, so we would have to like make a thread in the storys board.