#oddsintro

[irrcvocable]

                    hi  ,  everyone  !  i’m  j  ,  i’m  twenty  years  old  and  i  use  she/her  pronouns  .  i’m  EXTREMELY  hype  for  this  group  ,  since  i’m  a  thg  stan  and  it’s  what  first  drew  me  to  rp  way  too  long  ago  ,  back  in  the  fanfiction  dot  net  days  .   anyways  !  i’m  happy  to  introduce  my  newest  muse  ,  can’t  wait  for  her  to  d*e  in  the  arena  !  if  you’d  like  to  plot  ,  leave  a  like  for  me  to  im  you  on  tumblr  ,  or  react  to  my  plotting  call  on  discord  for  me  to  message  you  there  .   

[  𝖈𝖍𝖑𝖔𝖊  𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖙  ,  𝖈𝖎𝖘  𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊  ,  𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗  .  ]   –––––   introducing  juniper  dalton  ,  TRIBUTE  of  the  74th  hunger  games  ,  representing  district  ten  .  my  sources  say  that  they  are  twenty  two  years  old,  &  that  they’re  pretty  handy  with  a  sickle  &  resourcefulness  .  wonder  if  that  will  do  any  good  in  the  arena  ?  anyways,  caesar  says  you  can’t  miss  them  ,  because  they  remind  everyone  of  flowers  choked  by  thorns  ,  bloodshot  eyes  widened  in  fear  and  grim  realization  ,  lungs  burning  as  instinct  urges  you  to  keep  running  ,  a  cracked  mirror  ,  lost  innocence  as  lamb  becomes  bloodhound  . 

𝚒 . 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢

tw :  death  ,  mass  shooting  ,  symptoms  of  anxiety  &  ptsd  .

                   𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖙  𝖙𝖊𝖓  𝖎𝖘  𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊  𝖙𝖔  endless  fields  ,  grass  stretches  out  until  it  reaches  a  shining  horizon  as  the  sun  sets  on  another  day  of  work  .  tired  faces  ,  lined  with  exhaustion  ,  wrap  rope  around  the  neck  of  a  cow  and  lead  it  into  a  barn  –––  rough  hands  pack  meat  to  be  shipped  off  to  the  waiting  ,  bloody  lips  of  those  who  swallow  the  product  of  their  labor  greedily  and  extend  an  open  palm  to  take  more  from  the  sweaty  ,  calloused  hands  that  give  up  flesh  to  satiate  their  hunger  ,  those  who  offer  their  children  for  their  entertainment  .  DISTRICT  TEN  ,  where  a  man  with  scarred  hands  fell  for  a  woman’s  soft  features  and  her  way  with  the  animals  whose  life  she  valued  ,  even  when  they  would  be  inevitably  led  to  slaughter  .  they  fell  in  love  quickly  ,  they  married  ,  they  formed  a  family  of  their  own  and  trained  their  children  in  their  father’s  trade  .  juniper  was  introduced  to  a  sickle  to  slice  through  grasslands  ,  her  face  cradled  by  gentle  hands  as  they  tilted  her  chin  upwards  to  stare  into  a  cow’s  wide  ,  innocent  eyes  and  appreciate  the  life  they  carried  .

                  𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗  𝖆  curved  blade  ,  taught  her  how  to  slice  through  the  forage  that  would  then  be  used  to  fatten  their  animals  to  the  capitol’s  liking  .  she  is  the  eldest  ,  her  younger  siblings  have  it  easier  .  by  age  six  she  has  already  nicked  her  fingers  on  her  father’s  sickle  ,  by  age  ten  she  is  introduced  to  it  herself  when  her  mother’s  back  is  turned  (  father  wants  to  prevent  another  incident  ,  knows  his  daughter’s  curiosity  has  not  yet  learned  to  be  limited  to  what  won’t  get  her  blood  spilled  )  .  by  age  twelve  she  is  lacing  up  worn  ,  hand  ––  me  ––  down  leather  boots  by  her  father’s  side  as  they  head  out  into  a  field  as  the  sun’s  first  rays  paint  the  grass  in  a  soft  golden  hue  ,  a  miniature  version  of  the  blade  clasped  between  impoverished  fingers  that  have  to  work  if  they  don’t  want  to  starve  or  risk  the  capitol’s  disapproval  in  the  form  of  a  BULLET  through  a  skull  .

                 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖞  just  as  she  did  with  the  other  two  dalton  siblings  ,  calla  and  tate  .  she  led  them  to  stables  ,  calloused  hand  leading  miniature  digits  towards  an  animal’s  smooth  coat  .  she  taught  them  that  they  were  beautiful  ,  that  their  life  had  worth  .  while  the  younger  siblings  were  recruited  to  aid  her  in  feeding  the  gentle  creatures  their  mother  spoke  so  highly  of  ,  juniper  was  introduced  to  harshness  early  on  as  her  father  instructed  her  to  keep  her  head  down  and  think  of  her  mother’s  voice  whenever  a  peacekeeper  delivered  cruel  punishment  upon  workers  who  failed  to  live  up  to  STANDARDS  .  mother  covered  their  eyes  every  year  ,  as  blood  was  spilled  in  the  name  of  those  whose  teeth  so  greedily  sunk  into  slaughtered  meat  .  they  wanted  blood  to  flow  in  rivers  ,  they  revelled  in  DEATH  .  mother  sheltered  them  for  the  longest  time  ,  as  long  as  she  could  ,  until  their  exposure  to  the  world’s  cruel  reality  became  inevitable  .

                𝖔𝖓𝖊  𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙  𝖆𝖙  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖑𝖔𝖙  ,  one  round  of  BULLETS  to  suffocate  any  hopes  of  instigation  .  peacekeepers  did  not  hesitate  before  they  shot  ,  they  saw  no  humans  but  rather  the  capitol’s  cattle  .  an  altercation  with  one  of  the  peacekeepers  when  they  beat  an  old  man  who  collapsed  from  exhaustion  ,  shouts  of  outrage  ,  silenced  at  the  barrel  of  a  gun  .  a  soft  woman  who  only  ever  wanted  to  protect  ,  too  kind  for  this  world  ,  too  soft  to  be  worthy  of  such  cruelty  ,  among  the  thirteen  fallen  .  mother  gone  ,  father  devastated  ,  children  left  to  bury  her  among  the  wildflowers  ,  cry  into  their  worn   mattress  during  the  night  ,  and  go  out  into  the  fields  the  following  day  for  another  day  of  meager  work  .  death  had  come  QUICK  and  WITHOUT  ANY  WARNING  ,  and  it  left  fourteen  year  old  juniper  terrified  .  it  could  come  again  ,  giving  her  brother  or  sister  a  fever  that  they  would   never  recover  from  .  it  could  come  again  ,  with  her  father’s  flesh  accidentally  sliced  by  a  friend’s  sickle  ,  left  to  bleed  out  in  the  fields  .  it  could  come  again  ,  with  peacekeepers  deciding  her  hard  work  was  not  hard  enough  ,  that  she  was  not  harvesting  enough  food  for  the  livestock  ,  that  the  only  appropriate  punishment  was  death  .  it  could  come  again  at  any  moment  ,  without  warning  ,  and  it  could  take  anyone  away  .

               𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 , 𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙 , 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌  .  she’s  twenty  two  ,  wearing  a  faded  dress  that  once  belonged  to  her  mother  –––  it’s  floral  ,  and  though  her  mother’s  scent  has  long  since  left  it  ,  the  memory  remains  .  calla  ,  at  eighteen  ,  wears  a  white  ribbon  in  her  braids  as  she  takes  her  place  among  her  peers  for  her  first  year  as  an  eligible  tribute  .  usually  anxious  ,  juniper  is  panicking  .  her  breath  ,  like  every  year  ,  comes  in  short  gasps  as  an  ache  in  her  chest  makes  her  feel  like  she’s  going  to  die  ,  like  her  heart’s  going  to  stop  beating  at  any  moment  ,  like  she  might  plummet  to  the  ground  right  here  .  a  friend  holds  her  hand  like  every  year  ,  whispers  soft  words  in  an  effort  to  soothe  her  ––––  their  parent  died  when  juniper’s  mother  did  ,  and  she  wonders  how  they  have  moved  on  with  their  life  and  how  they  don’t  panic  every  time  a  peacekeeper  crosses  their  sight  in  their  signature  white  .  death  has  been  following  her  like  a  shadow  ,  it  reaches  her  now  as  her  name  is  called  and  juniper  feels  so  much  FEAR  that  it  consumes  her  completely  .  her  friend’s  hand  falls  limp  at  her  side  ,  she  hears  her  father  sobbing  in  the  distance  through  the  ringing  in  her  ears  as  her  stunned  silence  is  suddenly  broken  when  a  harsh  hand  wraps  around  her  arm  ,  a  peacekeeper  intent  on  pulling  her  out  to  the  crowd  and  leading  the  lamb  to  slaughter  .  she  sees  the  white  ,  she  sees  the  gun  on  their  side  –––  fight  or  flight  ,  every  instinct  cries  ,  as  juniper  stares  into  the  eyes  of  someone  and  forgets  every  lesson  her  mother  ever  taught  her  .  this  life  is  worth  nothing  ,  this  man  is  part  of  a  breed  of  murderers  .  his  hand  wraps  around  her  arm  ,  harshly  pulls  her  out  of  the  crowd  and  into  the  clear  path  towards  the  stage  ,  within  a  fraction  of  a  second  juniper’s  choked  out  a  cry  that  carries  both  fear  and  wrath  as  she  dares  to  utter  a  ‘  DON’T  TOUCH  ME  ’  before  sending  a  fist  into  a  peacekeeper’s  face  .  ears  ring  ,  her  legs  shake  as  they  carry  her  up  the  steps  ,  she  takes  the  stage  and  knows  that  she  will  not  let  death  claim  her  without  a  fight  .

𝚒𝚒 . 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜

full  name  .  juniper  rhea  dalton  .

nicknames  .  june  /  juno  . 

age  .  twenty  ––  two  .

gender  .  cis  female  ,  she/her  pronouns  .

home  .  district  ten  .

orientation  .  panromantic  pansexual  .

appearance  .  thin  ,  toned  frame  stands  at  5′6  ,  defined  bone  structure  .  wavy  brown  hair  is  dry  ,  especially  at  the  ends  (  around  the  beginning  of  her  ribs  ,  will  likely  be  trimmed  by  stylists  )  .  arms  are  notably  toned  ,  as  they  are  where  her  strength  is  gathered  .  malnourishment  from  years  of  impoverished  living  show  in  the  fact  that  her  musculature  is  not  as  defined  as  it  should  be  ,  in  sunken  eyes  ,  in  an  angular  frame  .

strengths .  extremely  proficient  in  wielding  a  sickle  .  resourceful  ,  from  knowledge  of  what  plants  aren’t  poisonous  from  her  own  experience  in  farming  and  feeding  animals  ,  to  a  quick  mind  .  physical  strength  from  labour  .   willingness  to  do  whatever  it  takes  to  survive  .

weaknesses .  crippling  fear  of  death  that  can  make  her  behave  irrationally  out  of  desperation  .  lack  of  any  formal  weapons  training  .  extremely  frail  mental  state  ,  bound  to  snap  at  any  moment  because  of  the  looming  threat  of  mortality  .  underfed  from  living  in  an  impoverished  district  all  her  life  .  currently  living  through  her  own  personal  hell  .

𝚒𝚒𝚒. ��𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜

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[ambruze]

[ TARON EGERTON, MALE, HE/HIM. ]    introducing ambruze zale, VICTOR of the 63rd year hunger games, representing district 4. my sources say that he is thirty years old, & that they’re pretty handy with discerning the potentially deadliest parts of his surroundings. wonder if that did him any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because he reminds everyone of a honey-sweet tenor voice crooning a love song, coils of smoke and steam, emerald eyes winking at the camera, the slightest twitch in an otherwise flawless smile after downing a few bottles of liquor.

what’s up!!! i’m thia, 19. I can’t wait to write with all of you. here’s my second intro. i hope y’all give bruzey here some plots, as well as my other muses @alunsei and @sylvener.

Ambruze, eldest child of four Zale siblings, was always a ray of sunshine; a picture of strength emotional and physical. Always smart, always reliable. He was just a young man who liked to bake District 4’s famous seaweed bread for his family. His parents taught him the tricks of fishing and the seas; he learned quickly. When he was chosen as a tribute, it was almost expected of him to take it in stride. And he did. He accepted the prospect of imminent death at nineteen with such dignity that no one would’ve dared to volunteer in his place.

In the 63rd Games, he was one of the most popular tributes. Attractive, cunning, and from a wealthier district, he struck even more gold when he fell for a girl from District 3. It happened organically, but damn if he wasn’t enjoying the thought of his survival chances increasing because of this too. He wanted both of them to emerge as Victors, the very first duo, with young love as their salvation. But his mentor and sponsors manipulated him, causing something in the nineteen-year-old’s psyche to snap. Eventually, he murdered everybody else in his Arena in one move that shocked Panem.

A SNIPPET OF A 63RD HUNGER GAMES RECAP.

The tributes were down to a half when Ambruze of District 4 and Valera of District 3 were caught in youthful romance. The pair were seen swapping advice about their districts’ respective specialties, among other things, with Ambruze learning about technology from her. The then-nineteen-year-old reportedly believed that their romance would allow them both to survive. His mentor dissuaded him from the idea as she sent sponsor’s gifts, culminating in an attached message that convinced the District 4 tribute that Valera was so clearly planning to betray him. In a shocking move, Ambruze disappeared just as the competition dwindled to six. He was soon found on top of a high mountain, aiming at the digital moon with his spearfishing gun until it became a new moon. The newly programmed tide flooded the arena, drowning all the remaining tributes, including Valera, who had been losing sleep over her concern for the missing young man.

PERSONALITY AND MISC.

He smiles all the time now. He does it primarily for his siblings, but also because he can’t bear remembering how utterly vicious he was in those final moments of the Games. He feels as though he’d been possessed and lost control of himself. He drowns his sorrows constantly. He doesn’t like people knowing there’s misery and trauma lurking beneath his picture-perfect exterior. The exception is Vidia Hart, his fiancée. (He will not let any of you forget she’s going to be his wife! He will not shut up about her!)

He tries his hardest to be a good mentor figure to tributes when he can. Not just from his own district, but to all of them. His mentor had been… well, effective, but traumatized him for life, so he wants to set a more humane example. He fails a lot, though, because seeing young innocents he’s grown to care for die year after year can’t be healthy for one’s mental state. Catch him just chugging as he smiles for the Capitol. One of these days, he’s going to join some rebellion. But for now, he’ll just make society a bit better in his quiet way.

[snvres]

[  ANA  DE  ARMAS,  CISFEMALE,  SHE&HER.  ]      introducing  camilla  pyrmont,  VICTOR  of  the  68th  hunger  games,  representing  district  two.  my  sources  say  that  they  are  twenty-six  years  old,  &  that  they’re  pretty  handy  with  throwing  knives  &  charming  audiences.   wonder  if  that  will  did  them  any  good  in  the  arena  ?  anyways,  caesar  says  you  can’t  miss  them,  because  they  remind  everyone  of  wine  glasses  stained  with  luscious  red  lipstick,  perfumed  words  laced  with  the  slightest  hint  of  poison,  taping  together  shattered  &  gold-rimmed  mirrors  in  an  effort  to  hide  numerous  cracks,  &  painting  on  smiles  like  they  were  layers  of  foundation  .     [  lena,  she&her,  est.  ]      (  x  ,  x  )  

hello  everyone!  my  name  is  lena,  &  i  am  exciting  to  bring  this  lovely  lady  to  this  amazing  roleplay.  she  is  one  of  my  original  hg  muses,  &  i  adore  her.  i’ve  included  some  statistics  &  headcanons  about  her  further  down  in  this  post.  if  you  would  like  to  plot  or  chat,  i  can  be  reached  via  dm  or  on  my  discord  @  lenathebeana#8494.  i  cannot  wait  to  write,  plot,  &  discuss  the  prequel  when  it  drops  with  you  all  !

basic  information

full  name:  Camilla  Aurelia  Pyrmont

nickname(s):  Mia

gender:  Cis-Female

pronouns:  She,  Her,  Hers

age:  Twenty-Six

birthplace:  District  Two  of  Panem

occupation:  Former  Student  &  Victor

role:  Victor  of  the  Sixty-Eighth  Hunger  Games

allegiance:  The  Capitol,  the  Pyrmont  Family, Herself

personality

virtues:  Empathetic,  Beguiling,  Ardent

vices:  Vindictive,  Devious,  Cautious,  Brazen

astrology  sign:  Aries

hogwarts  house:  Slytherin

label:  The  Charlatan  

skills:  Throwing  Knives,  Wielding  a  Sword,  &  Rallying  Crowds

the  sixty-eighth  hunger  games

arena:  Frozen  Tunda

weapons  of  choice:  Throwing  Knives,  Sword,  &  Her  Smile

training  score:  Seven

kill  count:  Five  (Kyva  Anderson,  Farro  Miller,  Calix  Goldwater,  Zale  Rybar,  Shimma  Ametson)

allies:  Calix  Goldwater  (District  1),  Shimma  Ametson  (District  1),  &  Zale  Rybar  (District  4)

note:  More  excessive  information  about  her  Games  can  be  found  here.

abridged  background

— Camilla  was  the  only  child  born  to  a  retired  Peacekeeper  &  a  housewife  who  formally  worked  with  the  nuclear  weapons  analysts  at  the  Nut.  Both  have  always  been  Capitol  loyalists  &  attempted  to  instill  this  in  their  only  child.

— She  was  sent  to  train  at  District  Two’s  special  combat  academy  like  her  father  before  her.  She  became  a  gifted  student  at  the  Academy  due  to  her  skill  with  throwing  knives,  swords,  &  her  allure  that  made  her  a  popular  contender.

— She  volunteered  for  the  Sixty-Eighth  Hunger  Games  where  she  was  underestimated  because  of  her  size,  seemingly  sweet  appearance,  &  coquettish  demeanor.  Rather  than  set  the  record  straight,  her  mentor  advised  to  her  play  this  angle.  Consequently,  she  spent  most  of  the  pre-games  events  flirting  with  fellow  tributes  or  young  Peacekeepers  &  playing  toward  the  camera  to  become  well  liked  in  the  Capitol.

— Mia  displayed  her  knife  throwing  skills  during  her  private  session.  She  deliberately  missed  the  target  twice  to  receive  a  lower  training  score  than  her  Career  counterparts.

— She  aligned  with  the  Career  tributes  whom  all  thought  she  would  bring  curb  appeal  to  their  group.  Camilla  bided  her  time  &  let  the  other  Careers  do  a  lot  of  the  heavy  lifting,  while  the  young  woman  pretended  to  be  their  weakest  member.  She  killed  a  few  harmless  tributes  when  the  pack  ambushed  them  to  ensure  she  earned  her  keep.

— A  blizzard  on  the  fifth  day  of  the  Games  sent  most  of  the  competitors  inside  the  large  mountain  range.  Mia  waited  until  the  snowstorm  stopped  to  make  her  move  &  reveal  her  true  intentions  before  the  other  Careers  could  kill  her  first.  She  killed  the  boy  from  One  whom  had  spent  the  Games  flirting  with  her.  Subsequently,  she  killed  the  boy  from  Four  in  a  two-on-one  battle  until  it  was  down  to  her  &  the  girl  from  One.

— She  easily  defeated  the  girl  from  One  because  the  other  was  unfamiliar  with  Mia’s  techniques.  Concealing  her  skill  during  training  became  her  biggest  weapon.

— Mia  returned  to  District  Two  as  a  decorated  victor  with  lavish  gifts  &  admirers,  but  the  repercussions  of  her  Games  soon  caught  up  with  her.  She  began  to  have  nightmares  about  the  arena  &  the  tributes  she  eliminated.  To  make  matters  worse,  President  Snow  quickly  informed  her  that  she  was  one  of  the  more  desirable  victors  in  the  Capitol.  These  hardships  all  caused  her  to  resent  the  every  thing  she  trained  all  her  life  for.  Furthermore,  she  harbored  grudges  against  the  very  Capitol  she  longed  to  please  &  her  parents  whom  clearly  wanted  to  bask  in  their  daughter’s  success  in  the  Hunger  Games.

— These  days  she  gets  by  with  painting  on  a  provocative  smile  &  pretending  everything  is  fine  for  her  family’s  sake.  She  obeys  every  instruction  given,  but  she  secretly  longs  for  the  day  where  she  can  truly  be  free  of  the  Capitol’s  influence.

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    ❛                        IF     YOU     WANT     TO     HAVE     IT     ALL     ,     TAKE     IT     ALL                                 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  ,  𝟕𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  ,  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬

               [    PARK    CHAEWON,    CIS    FEMALE,    SHE    /    HER.    ]                introducing    nero    waterway,    VICTOR    of    the    72nd    hunger    games,    representing    district    two.    my    sources    say    that    they    are    twenty    years    old    &    that    they’re    pretty    handy    with    manipulating    opponents    and    allies    alike.    wonder    if    that    did    them    any    good    in    the    arena    ?    anyways,    caesar    says    you    can’t    miss    them,    because    they    remind    everyone    of    a    battle    cry    echoing    sending    shockwaves    through    ankle    deep    water,    an    unsatisfied    hum    falling    from    carefully    painted    lips    to    preserve    a    pristine    reputation,    the    sound    of    short    staves    hitting    a    dummy    in    the    dead    of    night    –    raw    hands    interrupted    by    an    unwelcome    visitor    &    happily    sipping    on    hard-earned    wine    ,    hiding    the    bitter    taste    of    blood    behind    a    victorious    grin.

              NOT    ME    literally    seeing    this    rp    &    screaming    becos    i    was    JUST    thinkin    about    the    hunger    games    .    i    was    actually    gonna    bring    nero    in    as    a    tribute    but    i    remembered    i    love    nero    so    i    couldn’t    but    some    day    one    day    maybe    ,    i    don’t    know    .    n    e    ways    ,    i’m    cc    ,    i    can’t    spell    &    i    prefer    feminine    ,    she    /    her    pronouns    .    NERO    is    much    like    her    namesake    ,    the    horrifying    roman    emperor    ,    very    ...    bad    !    in    short    ,    she    don’t    giv    a    fucc    but    i    hope    she    ...    grows    .    BUT    this    is    super    long   ,    i’m    sorry   .   if    u    wanna    plot    PLS    like    this    &    i’ll    hope    on    over    (:    also    pls    click    HERE    for    a    mobile    version    of    this    since    ik    it    might    b    hard    to    read    on    my    theme    .

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖔𝖓𝖊   ╱   𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  

FULL   NAME   nero  atlas  waterway  NICKNAME(S)   empress  (  by  the  capitol  ,  obviously  )  ,  snake  ,  traitor  .    AGE  twenty  GENDER   /   PRONOUNS  cis  gendered   female   /   she  /  her   ORIENTATION  pansexual  ,  demiromantic   HOMETOWN   district  two  ,  inner  city  near  the  wealth   FACE   CLAIM  park  chaewon  (  go  won  of  loona  )

aesthetic :    a    battle    cry    echoing    ;    sending    shockwaves    through    ankle    deep    water    ,    an    unsatisfied    hum    falling    from    carefully    painted    lips    to    preserve    a    pristine    reputation    ,    fingers    taped    with    bloodying    bandages    after    hours    of    training    past    her    point    ,    raised    by    wolves    she    learns    to    bare    her    teeth    –    but    not    before    she    learns    to    hide    her    claws    ,    bloodthirsty    eyes    while    holding    an    opponent    underwater    –    her    LAUGH    is    still    used    as    a    soundbite    ,    the    sound    of    short    staves    hitting    a    dummy    in    the    dead    of    night    –    raw    hands    interrupted    by    an    unwelcome    visitor    ,    attending    parties    with    regret    laced    in    the    way    she    stands    properly    (    was    victory    her    best    option    for    infamy    ?    )    &    hiding    the    bitter    taste    of    blood    behind    a    victorious    grin    .

LABEL   the  potentate  ,  the  truculent  ,  the  amoral  MORAL  ALIGNMENTS   neutral  evil  /  chaotic  neutral    ( + ) POSITIVES  strategic  ,  potent  ,  adroit  ,  tactical   ( - ) NEGATIVES  barbaric  ,  nefarious  ,  blasphemous  ,  fustian   HOGWARTS  HOUSE  slytherin  first  ,  ravenclaw  second   MYTHOLOGICAL  PARENT   athena  +  mars   DEADLY  SIN  wrath  +  pride

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖙𝖜𝖔   ╱   𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞  

trigger  warning  :  death  ,  murder  ,  drowning

             𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢.   nero  ,  a  name  synonymous  with  evil  &  barbaric  acts  –  blessed  is  the  baby  girl  born  into  the  waterway  family  .  her  brother  ,  augustus  is  primed  to  be  a  victor  ;  tall  ,  lethal  with  the  personality  to  match  .  she  can  still  remember  being  held  face  down  in  the  bathtub  by  a  boy  three  years  her  senior  ,  body  flailing  as  she  struggles  for  air  –  nero  can  remember  her  brother  burning  her  arm  over  an  open  flame  ,  can  recall  every  cut  their  parents  had  to  pay  thousands  to  prevent  a  scar  .  nero  got  the  name  synonymous  with  evil  ,  but  it  should’ve  been  given  to  the  boy  who  tried  to  throw  her  into  the  quarries  when  she  was  five  .  their  parents  ,  politicians  in  their  own  right  –  an  ambassador  to  the  capitol  ,  married  to  the  deputy  mayor  –  are  eager  to  produce  a  victor  ,  to  throw  augustus  into  the  spotlight  with  a  laurel  wreath  onto  his  dark  hair  .  they  look  to  nero  &  hope  for  the  same  thing  –  two  victors  are  better  than  one  –  &  once  they  finish  wiping  bathwater  from  her  mouth  ,  finish  healing  a  burn  &  picking  up  a  broken  body  from  the  rock  tops  ,  they  put  her  in  augustus’s  path  .  the  perfect  opponent  ,  the  perfect  rival  ,  the  best  partner  in  school  .  

                          so  the  academy  accepts  both  waterway  children  &  they  climb  the  ranks  faster  than  no  other  .  once  nero  learns  how  to  wield  a  weapon  ,  how  to  hold  her  own  –  payback  is  dished  out  faster  than  augustus  can  blink  &  through  the  attempted  murder  the  siblings  enact  ,  respect  is  earned  .  it’s  rocky  ,  but  there  are  new  nights  they  spend  taping  each  other  up  &  walking  each  other  home  .  teen  years  are  spent  together  ,  ruling  the  career  academies  with  their  sheer  ego  &  skill  .  augustus  ,  rocks  the  spear  like  a  gladiator  while  nero  adopts  short  staves  .  they  both  excel  in  everything  ,  including  the  bloodlust  &  the  craving  to  kill  .  waterways  in  their  true  form  ,  they’re  in  talks  to  volunteer  &  only  the  stupid  would  oppose  their  will  .  but  ,  at  nineteen  augustus  is  found  dead  in  the  quarries  –  feet  away  from  where  nero  laid  at  five  ,  feeling  the  life  slip  from  her  fingers  .  nero  ,  who’s  never  shed  a  tear  in  public  cried  for  the  next  week  ,  red  rimmed  eyes  glaring  at  everyone  who  looked  her  way  at  a  sniffle  .  it’s  deemed  an  accident  ,  but  augustus  –  so  close  to  victory  ,  would’ve  never  accidentally  fallen  to  his  death  .

                         𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐢.  the  plan  is  to  enter  the  games  at  twenty  -  three  ;  an  age  near  the  middle  of  the  pack  ,  not  too  young  ,  not  too  old  .  but  the  games  are  supposed  to  be  hers  –  they’re  supposed  to  be  augustus’s  ,  so  she  volunteers  at  eighteen  .  her  sheer  potency  shirks  her  competition  &  she  strides  to  the  stage  with  a  smirk  curled  on  her  lips  .  the  capitol  takes  an  instant  liking  to  her  –  just  the  name  nero  strikes  their  hearts  with  admiration  ;  mixed  with  the  baby  face  ,  the  clear  bloodlust  in  crimson  lips  as  she  boasts  with  pride  about  the  games  .  she  loves  the  games  ,  she  loves  the  capitol  ,  she’s  a  victor  wrapped  up  in  the  cloth  of  a  princess  .  it  becomes  clear  that  manipulation  is  her  forte  –  she’s  good  with  words  ,  she  leaves  everyone’s  head  spinning  &  she  walks  away  with  a  training  score  of  ten  before  interviews  .  when  she  meets  the  stage  clad  in  a  a  ruffly  dress  ,  she  makes  the  crowd  love  her  (  ❛  oh  ,  it’s  an  honor  .  ❜  ,  ❛  i  hope  i  can  make  you  guys  proud  of  me  .  ❜  ,  ❛  my  brother  would’ve  been  so  happy  that  you  guys  have  given  me  a  proud  welcome  .  ❜  )  –  she  earns  her  fair  share  of  sponsors  the  night  before  her  games  &  goes  into  the  game  knowing  she’ll  win  .

                  ��       her  games  are  much  like  her  ,  barbaric  down  to  the  bone  .  a  seemingly  never  ending  fjord  ,  surrounded  by  climbable  walls  of  rock  –  it  almost  reminds  her  of  home  .  the  bloodbath  starts  on  rocky  shores  ,  the  cornucopia  is  the  mouth  of  a  cave  halfway  underwater  &  nero  claims  her  first  kills  in  the  water  .  the  girl  from  eleven  ,  held  underwater  the  way  her  brother  held  her  ;  the  boy  from  three  ,  head  bashed  in  with  a  rock  ;  the  pair  from  five  ,  spear  through  the  pair  like  kebob  .  her  allies  look  to  her  for  instructions  ,  the  career  pack  waits  for  an  eighteen  year  old  empress  to  give  orders  to  her  soldiers  .  the  careers  run  the  game  ,  it’s  almost  un-fun  to  watch  if  not  for  nero  &  her  sheer  entertainment  .  her  laughs  ,  the  quips  she  sends  to  allies  &  non  allies  alike  ,  still  used  as  soundbites  &  promotions  to  this  day  .  she  starts  wars  with  her  words  before  ending  it  herself  with  crimson  stained  hands  .  she  turns  her  allies  against  each  other  just  to  take  them  down  herself  in  the  woods  ,  promises  safety  to  the  non  careers  only  to  betray  them  in  the  cruelest  of  ways  .  her  final  showdown  –  the  girl  from  three  ;  she  survived  to  kill  the  girl  that  killed  her  partner  ,  for  love  ,  or  something  –  the  thing  nero’s  never  searched  for  .  they  survive  a  fall  from  a  cliff  into  icy  waters  &  after  nearly  dying  from  electrocution  ,  blood  is  spilt  in  fjord  water  &  nero  claims  the  crown  with  her  knee  on  the  back  of  the  tribute  ,  hands  drenched  like  the  hair  clutched  in  her  fingers  .  she  can  still  remember  her  brother  trying  to  drown  her  ,  he’s  with  her  when  she  wins  .

                         𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐢𝐢.  a  willing  tribute  ,  an  ecstatic  victor  .  she’s  chased  the  crown  for  as  long  as  she’s  lived  &  to  hold  it  in  her  hands  is  enough  to  make  her  smile  for  a  lifetime  .  eager  to  shake  hands  with  president  snow  ,  nero  has  an  easier  life  as  a  tribute  than  most  –  she  has  NO  regrets  ,  she’s  the  perfect  tribute  ,  the  perfect  victor  &  quickly  rises  to  almost  it  -  girl  status  .  her  face  is  everywhere  ,  the  face  of  multiple  brands  &  products  ,  life  size  advertisements  are  all  around  the  capitol  &  her  game  goes  down  in  history  (  top  three  on  the  most  ruthless  ,  cruelest  victors  in  history  )  .  because  of  her  willingness  &  her  eagerness  ,  she  gets  an  easy  life  –   parties  with  the  rich  ,  nights  spent  with  fans  willingly  .  snow  keeps  a  loose  leash  on  his  newest  ,  favorite  victor  ;  lets  her  wield  her  words  in  whichever  way  she  wants  &  nero  gets  everything  she  wants  .  she  watches  with  her  head  held  high  as  others  suffer  ,  losing  no  sleep  ,  sleeping  with  whoever  she  wants  ,  gaining  whatever  she  wants  –  empress  nero  is  branded  on  her  skin  in  invisible  ink  ,  but  she  wears  the  title  with  pride  .

                          and  yet  ,  she  feels  a  little  suffocated  by  the  time  the  74th  games  come  around  .  she’s  known  now  ,  a  capitol  lap  dog  ,  a  willing  victor  ,  a  willing  tribute  –  nero  waterway  is  not  only  lethal  ,  she’s  ruthless  ;  but  ,  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  realizes  snow  is  tightening  her  leash  .  he  demands  secrets  from  the  people  she  beds  ,  the  lives  of  her  parents  hangs  over  her  heads  &  for  the  first  time  in  her  life  ,  nero  FALTERS  underneath  the  watchful  gaze  of  the  capitol  . she  doesn’t  live  up  to  her  namesake  for  the  few  months  leading  up  to  the  games  ,  shirks  from  the  limelight  she’s  grown  to  love  as  she  reevaluates  her  decisions  .  regret’s  started  to  seep  into  her  bones  ,  but  nero  is  an  empress  ,  she  doesn’t  know  how  to  surrender  .

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊   ╱   𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

exterior  ,  known  to  be  both  potent  &  untrustworthy  –  nero’s  still  managed  to  wrap  the  capitol  around  her  little  finger  .  she  makes  heads  spin  with  harmless  words  ,  pulls  strings  while  she  bakes  cakes  for  her  favorite  game  makers  .  outwardly  ,  people  know  she’s  NOT  to  be  underestimated  –  that  though  she’s  terrifyingly  tiny  ,  she’s  much  more  lethal  than  most  people  will  ever  be  in  their  entire  lives  .  nero  ,  like  her  namesake  ,  synonymous  with  evil  &  savagery  ,  will  start  wars  without  lifting  a  finger  &  laugh  while  her  fingers  get  stained  with  blood  . 

&  while  the  capitol  craves  it  ,  it  may  rub  other  victors  the  wrong  way  .  a  bit  too  proud  of  her  achievements  ,  nero  has  absolutely  no  regrets  about  her  life  .  she’s  trained  for  it  her  entire  life  ,  she  grasps  her  laurel  wreath  in  between  crimson  hands  &  she  boasts  her  pride  .  she  rolls  in  the  fame  &  the  glory  ,  not  understanding  the  nightmares  &  the  remorse  felt  by  other  winners  clad  in  gold  .  young  &  naive  ,  she’s  almost  childlike  with  her  pure  glee  –  if  not  for  the  bloodthirsty  barbarian  hiding  inside  of  her  .  outrageously  pretentious  ,  borderline  evil  ,  everything  she  says  has  a  meaning  behind  it  –  usually  negative  .

interior  ,  nero  is  lonely  .  a  victorious  socialite  of  all  things  now  ,  she  trains  the  potential  tributes  back  home  ,  attends  lavish  parties  &  mingles  with  high  status  citizens  but  she’s  lonely  at  the  top  .  a  stranger  to  romance  ,  she’s  never  sought  after  it  as  much  as  she  seeks  sexual  interactions  –  she  more  craves  friendship  ,  companionship  in  the  way  she  used  to  have  an  older  brother  .  

but  she  hides  it  well  ,  takes  pictures  by  her  advertisements  ,  watches  the  games  with  glee  ,  laughs  with  game  makers  &  other  ruthless  victors  .  she  masks  her  loneliness  &  her  suspicion  with  charm  &  her  preceding  reputation  ,  unaware  that  her  isolation  is  exactly  what  president  snow  wants  .  her  loneliness  is  what  he  counts  on  ,  but  as  smart  as  nero  is  strategically  ,  she  stupid  .

midway  ,  her  psyche’s  been  a  bit  twisted  &  contorted  because  of  her  upbringing  –  what  ,  with  the  attempted  murder  &  the  glorification  of  the  annual  murder  games  .  she’s  been  an  unfortunate  victim  of  the  capitol’s  brainwashing  ,  viewing  the  games  as  an  extravagant  event  &  winning  to  be  the  greatest  honor  .  she’s  flourished  as  a  victor  as  well  ,  willingly  playing  into  everything  the  capitol  wants  her  to  become  as  a  side  effect  of  being  so  terribly  naive  about  everything  .

there’s  a  part  of  her  that’s  starting  to  suspect  something  is  wrong  –  whispers  of  traitors  &  to  keep  a  close  watch  on  all  the  victors  ,  but  it’s  not  like  nero  has  many  actual  friends  .  not  many  people  actually  want  to  befriend  someone  that’d  gladly  go  into  the  games  again  ,  but  she’s  sat  back  &  observed  while  snow  tightens  her  leash  ,  restricting  her  from  her  daily  life  .  early  signs  of  regret  are  starting  to  seep  into  her  bones  as  snow  starts  demanding  more  &  more  ,  but  she’s  been  idolizing  the  capitol  &  everything  all  her  life  –  it’ll  take  a  lifetime  to  wipe  her  slate  clean  .

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in  conclusion  :  nero’s  evil  ,  very  bad  ,  very  annoying  .  &  don’t  look  at  me  ,  i  know  this  is  long  &  THIS  is  why  i  couldn’t  take  up  two  muses  cos  then  i’d  be  stupid  for  BOTH  &  i’m  simply  so  fuckin  stupid  please  love  me  anyway  if  u  wanna  plot  ....  jus  like  this  &  i’ll  slide  in  .

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hello  !!  i’m  anna  (  8teen  ,  they  /  them  ,  aest  )  &  i’m  currently  playing  just  the  one  muse  —  asher  lau  ,  the  victor  of  the  70th  hunger  games  ,  from  district  two  ,  who  seems  like  the  softest  victor  ever  because  he  hates  killing  people  but  is  also  a  world  -  class  backstabber  .  think  richard  iii  crossed  with  hamlet  .  i  hate  him  .  for  more  information  ,  read  on  ,  and  hit  the  like  button  or  message  me  on  discord  at  anna#9701  if  you’d  like  to  plot  !

[  MARK  TUAN  ,  CIS  MALE  ,  HE  /  HIM  . ]    introducing  asher  lau  ,  VICTOR  of  the  70th  hunger  games  ,  representing  district  two  .  my  sources  say  that  they  are  twenty  -  six  years  old  ,  &  that  they’re  pretty  handy  with  explosives  &  close  -  range  weapons  . wonder  if  that  did  them  any  good  in  the  arena  ?  anyways  ,  caesar  says  you  can’t  miss  them  ,  because  they  remind  everyone  of  broken  ,  unfinished  statues  with  sharp  edges  ;  the  colour  of  the  horizon  half  an  hour  after  sunset  ;  silent  tears  and  shaking  hands  ;  promises  that  were  never  meant  to  be  kept  .

statistics

name  :  asher  lau

nickname/s  :  ash

age  :  twenty  -  six

gender  :  cis  male

pronouns  :  he  /  him

orientation  :  bi

occupation  :  stonemason

face  claim  :  mark  tuan

persona

asher  is  a  very  …  interesting  person  .  he’s  always  been  a  very  gentle  &  soft  -  seeming  person  ,  even  after  the  games  revealed  what  he  was  capable  of  .  and  he  is  a  fairly  soft  person  ,  for  the  most  part  —  he’s  just  also  a  little  …  machiavellian  .

he  has  an  odd  moral  compass  —  he  hates  violence  ,  but  he  views  things  like  honesty  and  loyalty  as  a  sort  of  foolishness  or  naïveté  and  very  rarely  is  completely  honest  .  lies  make  up  his  entire  life  .

when  he’s  around  others  ,  asher  acts  sure  of  himself  .  he  pretends  that  he’s  proud  of  what  he  did  to  win  ,  that  he  believes  he  deserved  to  win  .  people  have  certain  expectations  of  district  two  victors  ,  and  he  seems  to  fill  them  perfectly  .  if  he  were  a  capitol  resident  ,  he  would  have  been  an  actor  .

some  other  words  that  can  describe  asher  :  pensive  /  withdrawn  ,  clever  /  analytical  ,  unforgiving  ,  deceptive  .

just  for  fun  ,  here  are  his  dark  core  test  results  !  he’s  not  a  great  person  ,  yike  .  (  they’re  not  wholly  accurate  ,  the  egoism  is  way  off  ,  he  has  no  self  -  esteem  )

early life

tw  :  death  ,  minor  child  neglect

asher  lau  was  the  youngest  of  four  children  —  key  word  being  was  .  for  the  first  six  years  of  his  life  ,  everything  was  normal  —  he  stayed  home  with  his  mother  until  he  was  old  enough  for  school  ,  while  his  elder  siblings  were  all  already  at  school  —  and  his  eldest  brother  spent  all  his  free  time  training  to  become  a  peacekeeper  ,  which  their  parents  frowned  upon  ,  because  the  family  had  never  been  one  of  those  district  two  families  ,  far  more  focused  on  their  craft  ,  producing  stunning  statues  and  decorations  for  capitol  buildings  .

his  eldest  sister  ,  the  second  -  eldest  child  in  the  family  ,  was  the  first  to  die  ,  killed  in  a  freak  accident  at  the  quarry  .  a  poorly  -  timed  explosion  ,  a  weak  patch  of  earth  ,  a  rockfall  ,  and  the  number  of  lau  children  went  down  .

his  eldest  brother  ,  the  peacekeeper  -  in  -  training  ,  was  the  second  —  killed  in  one  of  the  hunger  games  when  asher  was  still  young  ,  ten  at  the  oldest  .

then  it  was  just  asher  and  his  other  elder  brother  —  who  passed  away  of  illness  when  asher  was  fifteen  .

his  parents  are  still  alive  ,  but  were  never  particularly  close  to  any  of  their  children  ,  always  busy  taking  on  important  commissions  from  capitol  residents  .

so  by  fifteen  ,  asher  was  pretty  much  alone  ,  and  as  such  chose  to  throw  himself  into  things  that  made  him  feel  less  lonely  :  peacekeeper  /  hunger  games  training  and  art  .  despite  being  a  child  ,  he’d  already  attracted  a  following  of  richer  people  who  liked  his  work  —  small  garden  statues  shaped  to  look  like  famous  people  ,  miniature  carvings  of  architecturally  significant  places  such  as  past  arenas  or  capitol buildings  .  his  popularity  only  grew  with  time  .

despite  being  a  mason  ,  and  therefore  spending  most  of  his  time  carving  ,  asher  also  learned  how  to  quarry  stone  ,  becoming  adept  with  explosives  and  learning  where  to  place  them  to  maximise  the  yield  /  avoid  a  rockfall  .

the 70th hunger games

tw  :  death  /  murder  ,  violence  ,  arachnids

when  asher  volunteered  for  the  hunger  games  at  age  twenty  -  two  ,  he  didn’t  quite  realise  what  he  was  getting  himself  into  .  sure  ,  he’d  trained  for  it  like  every  other  kid  in  district  two  ,  but  he  was  never  expecting  to  be  put  into  that  position  —  when  the  poor  18  -  year  -  old  who  very  clearly  didn’t  want  to  be  picked  had  their  name  called  out  ,  and  nobody  else  stepped  forwards  ,  he’d  called  out  on  instinct  .  a  stupid  ,  reckless  thing  to  do  —  he’d  never  excelled  at  combat  ,  and  most  of  his  skills  lay  in  masonry  —  working  with  a  chisel  or  a  hammer  or  ,  occasionally  ,  explosives  .  but  it  was  too  late  to  back  out  .

the  other  tribute  for  district  two  was  a  career  tribute  called  marielle  klippe  ,  barely  nineteen  and  already  as  violent  as  a  peacekeeper  .  she  didn’t  get  along  well  with  asher  —  he  was  far  too  soft  ,  in  her  eyes  ,  and  were  it  not  for  him  befriending  a  number  of  the  other  career  tributes  before  the  games  and  making  himself  an  invaluable  ally  that  way  ,  she’d  probably  have  killed  him  at  the  very  start  of  the  games  .

he  went  into  the  games  with  the  expectation  that  he  wouldn’t  make  it  out  alive  —  after  all  ,  he  was  probably  the  weakest  district  two  tribute  in  years  .  he’d  scored  fairly  low  in  the  training  evaluations  with  an  unimpressive  display  of  his  limited  skills  ,  and  all  he  had  was  a  tentative  alliance  with  the  career  tributes  from  districts  one  ,  two  and  four  ,  a  vague  plan  to  snatch  something  sharp  and  stabby  ,  and  his  pre  -  existing  near  -  encyclopaedic  knowledge  of  how  to  blow  things  up  with  minimal  resources  .

the  70th  hunger  games  arena  was  a  huge  canyon  (  comparable  to  bryce  canyon  in  appearance  )  ,  with  towering  cliffs  hemming  the  tributes  in  and  a  tiny  creek  winding  its  way  through  .  what  little  plantlife  existed  was  sparse  and  scraggly  ,  and  the  cornucopia  and  starting  platforms  were  situated  on  one  of  the  few  relatively  open  spaces  in  the  entire  arena  ,  approximately  in  the  centre  .

this  arena  proved  advantageous  to  asher  ,  who’d  spent  his  entire  life  working  with  rocks  and  so  was  in  his  element  .  he  managed  to  acquire  a  respectably  -  sized  axe  from  the  cornucopia  ,  with  help  from  his  allies  —  they’d  come  to  an  agreement  that  was  something  along  the  lines  of  ‘  let’s  pick  off  all  the  other  tributes  first  and  then  it  can  be  a  free  -  for  -  all  ’  .  while  asher  was  never  fond  of  weapons  ,  he’d  had  enough  experience  in  whacking  things  (  stone  ,  mostly  )  with  hammers  and  the  like  ,  so  an  axe  was  probably  a  good  choice  .

the  games  went  just  about  the  same  as  any  others  initially  ,  with  the  career  tributes  hunting  down  the  less  experienced  ones  .  but  ,  the  gamemakers  being  the  gamemakers  ,  there  were  twists  coming  —  namely  in  the  form  of  mutts  .  huge  spider  /  scorpion  hybrid  creatures  (  similar  to  the  canyon  crawlers  from  atla  ,  but  worse  )  came  scuttling  over  the  edges  of  the  cliffs  on  the  fifth  day  of  the  games  ,  when  there  were  fourteen  tributes  still  alive  .  asher  rigged  an  explosion  on  one  of  the  cliff  faces   ,  using  a  sponsor’s  donation  ,  bringing  down  a  huge  rockfall  that  left  six  tributes  dead  and  crushed  the  vast  majority  of  the  mutts  .  one  of  the  six  was  his  fellow  district  two  tribute  ,  marielle  (  whose  family  were  absolutely  furious  with  asher  when  he  returned  home  )  .

the  next  few  days  were  ,  according  to  viewers  at  home  ,  incredibly  dull  —  the  eight  remaining  tributes  spent  this  time  searching  for  or  establishing  hideouts  ,  hunting  down  the  rest  of  the  mutts  and  generally  taking  their  time  to  recover  from  the  deaths  of  their  friends  and  allies  .

the  vicious  murdering  started  back  up  again  soon  enough  —  the  gamemakers  announced  a  feast  ,  where  there  would  be  four  things  up  for  grabs  :  a  water  purification  kit  ,  because  the  tiny  creek  was  growing  polluted  with  blood  ,  dirt  and  god  -  knows  -  what  ;  a  loaf  of  bread  ,  because  they  were  beginning  to  run  short  on  food  ,  having  been  in  the  arena  for  nine  days  at  this  point  ;  a  first  aid  kit  ,  helpful  for  if  the  gamemakers  unleashed  another  experiment  against  the  tributes  ;  and  a  crossbow  with  a  snarky  note  attached  —  ‘  if  you’re  not  going  to  go  near  each  other  ,  perhaps  you  can  pick  the  rest  off  with  this  ’  .  the  supplies  were  all  perched  atop  a  rocky  spire  close  to  the  centre  of  the  arena  ,  forcing  the  tributes  to  climb  to  the  top  in  order  to  acquire  them  .

asher  ,  who  had  stuck  with  the  two  remaining  career  tributes  (  one  from  district  four  and  one  from  district  one  )  and  gained  popularity  for  his  useful  skill  ,  was  nominated  as  the  one  from  their  group  who  ought  to  go  to  gather  the  supplies  .  despite  being  well  aware  that  they  were  trying  to  get  him  killed  since  he’d  pretty  much  outlived  his  usefulness  ,  he  went  —  but  slowly  .  by  the  time  he  reached  the  spire  ,  there  were  already  three  people  climbing  it  ,  while  two  stood  guard  at  the  bottom  .  rather  than  attempt  to  take  them  all  out  ,  asher  approached  carefully  ,  with  his  weapon  held  low  in  a  gesture  of  peace  ,  intending  to  negotiate  a  new  alliance  or  truce  .  a  brief  duel  ensued  ,  though  it  ended  in  an  agreement  that  he  would  help  the  five  of  them  to  take  out  the  career  tributes  ,  after  which  they  would  all  be  able  to  turn  on  one  another  without  the  danger  posed  by  those  two  .

that  didn’t  go  quite  as  planned  —  they’d  intended  to  sneak  up  on  the  career  tributes  and  ambush  them  ,  but  the  secret  had  gotten  out  .  nobody  was  quite  sure  which  of  them  had  betrayed  the  others  ,  but  the  fact  remained  :  they’d  known  they  were  coming  ,  and  the  ambush  failed  spectacularly  .  within  minutes  ,  eight  became  three  :  a  district  four  tribute  ,  a  district  seven  tribute  ,  and  asher  ,  who  had  stood  back  and  watched  the  battle  unfold  from  a  safe  distance  .

as  the  audience  and  final  non-career  tribute  were  about  to  discover  ,  this  was  because  asher  had  been  the  one  to  sell  them  out  .  his  triple  -  crossing  was  an  impressive  feat  ,  and  people  saw  him  as  a  manipulative  genius  —  although  he  maintains  that  it  was  mostly  luck  that  they  bought  his  act  of  loyalty  .

the  final  three  tributes  were  in  a  standoff  ,  nobody  willing  to  make  the  first  move  —  at  this  point  ,  a  misjudged  blow  could  mean  the  difference  between  death  and  victory  .  and  ,  well  ,  the  longer  you  hold  onto  life  the  less  you  want  to  lose  it  .

it  happened  so  quickly  that  to  this  day  ,  asher  isn’t  entirely  sure  what  really  happened  .  but  it  went  something  like  this  :  the  district  seven  tribute  lunged  at  asher  ,  who  barely  dodged  and  received  a  deep  gash  on  his  shoulder  from  their  knife  ;  then  the  district  four  tribute  decided  to  join  in  by  attacking  the  district  seven  tribute  .  asher  ,  trying  desperately  not  to  think  too  hard  about  what  he  was  going  to  do  ,  grabbed  the  first  weapon  available  to  him  —  the  axe  he’d  acquired  at  the  beginning  of  the  games  and  not  really  used  since  —  and  half  -  swung  ,  half  -  threw  it  at  the  other  two  ,  watching  in  revulsion  as  the  blade  separated  a  head  from  a  body  and  buried  itself  in  the  other’s  skull  .

the  end  of  the  70th  hunger  games  was  considered  by  viewers  to  be  a  somewhat  fitting  one  ,  though  not  the  most  exciting  .

asher’s  final  body  count  was  eight  ,  only  two  of  which  were  direct  ,  and  he  came  out  of  the  arena  with  only  a  shoulder  wound  and  acute  dehydration  .

after the games

the  past  four  years  have  been  rather  eventful  for  asher  .  he’s  mentored  a  number  of  tributes  through  the  games  ,  to  varying  degrees  of  success  (  nero  being  the  only  one  that’s  survived  thus  far  )  .  he  grew  far  more  withdrawn  in  the  months  after  his  games  &  the  victory  tour  ,  retreating  to  his  new  home  in  the  victors’  village  to  carve  stone  in  silence  .

his  garden  slowly  filled  with  statuettes  of  scenes  from  his  nightmares  —  mostly  his  games  ,  but  other  things  as  well  .  it  became  his  way  of  working  through  his  thoughts  —  and  there’s  something  satisfying  about  watching  these  things  that  have  caused  him  so  much  trauma  be  turned  into  perches  for  birds  .

in  the  capitol  ,  he’s  become  something  of  a  celebrity  —  popular  amongst  younger  citizens  for  his  soft  -  spoken  -  ness  and  apparent  gentleness  (  although  he’s  well  aware  that  those  aren’t  the  only  traits  they  find  attractive  …  capitol  people  are  weird  )  .

despite  this  popularity  —  actually  ,  no  ,  because  of  this  popularity  ,  asher  doesn’t  venture  into  the  capitol  particularly  often  .  he  has  never  been  fond  of  crowds  ,  and  even  less  so  when  they’re  actually  paying  attention  to  him  .  even  during  the  lead  up  to  the  games  ,  he  tends  to  keep  to  himself  when  he’s  not  mentoring  tributes  .

congrats  !  you  made  it  to  the  end  of  this  absolute  monstrosity  !  sadly  ,  i  ran  out  of  braincells  ,  so  i  haven’t  included  any  wanted  connections  ,  but  i’m  open  to  anything  .

[sylvener]

[ JUNG JINSOUL, FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] well, if it isn’t sylvene ryu, our resident DISTRICT 12 STYLIST ! i’m so excited to see what they’ll be bringing to the table this year. they’re twenty-three years old, & they’ve been in this position for 2 years. i hope they’re ready for the publicity — the tabloids have already started talking about them ! anyways, i got to meet them once, & they’re a lot like the soft bristles of a brush grazing the day’s canvas, a meticulously color-coded bedroom, sheaves of poetry rendered in glittering ink, a perpetually wandering countenance.

wowee can u believe im finally posting her intro.

When Sylvene Ryu was a little girl, she asked her parents why people in the Capitol tended to take for granted the splendor to which they were accustomed. They responded by asking her what was so splendid about the exhibit they’d just attended, which fell rather short of their expectations. This was hardly the beginning of what pre-Panem socioeconomic analysts would call Marxism, but Sylvene was aware that it would make her a bit different from the rest. Though the other people of the Capitol just consumed and consumed, she did more than consume. She didn’t merely see things; she regarded things. Aestheticism came to her naturally. Beauty was the one that consumed her.

She was determined to be some sort of artist when she grew up. Sylvene was surrounded by an abundance of sculptures, and she studied them. She was considered pretty, but comparing herself with flawless marble made her conscious of her own physical “defects.” But with enough “painting,” her face reached its full potential. She realized that she wanted to do this for poorer people, too. Really quite generous of her, so charitable. Thus, she’s now a stylist.

PERSONALITY AND MISC.

She isn’t stupid, but whatever insight and thoughtfulness she has are pushed down beneath her typically Capitol fluff. She’s pretty sympathetic to the Districts, but hasn’t branched out enough in thinking or experience to understand that “Fashion is power; if they dressed better, perhaps they’d have nicer lives!” is not a good philosophy at all.

She views being a stylist as an art. With her keen eye, she’s actually one of the more tasteful stylists among her peers. Her fashion sense is still extreme compared to that of the Districts’, but she knows when to exercise restraint. She’s quite the poet, too; her oeuvre is pretty, but lacks any substance whatsoever. All her poems just describe pretty things in pretty ways. She never goes beyond. That is her great flaw.

[triibutes]

(  KRISTINE  FROSETH ,  CIS  FEMALE ,  SHE / HER .  )    introducing  karma  oren ,  TRIBUTE  of  the  74th  hunger  games ,  representing  district  twelve .  my  sources  say  that  they  are  twenty - two  years  old ,  &  that  they’re  pretty  handy  with  hunting  /  tracking   and   a  slingshot .  wonder  if  that  will  do  them  any  good  in  the  arena ? 

catapults  this  intro  out  into  the  world  like  it’s  been  shot  from  kar’s  slingshot .  hey  everyone  !!  i’m  alli ,  she / her  in  the  cst  and  i’m  absolutely  obsessed  with  this  group .  seriously ,  it’s  everything  i  didn’t  know  i  needed  and  i’m  so  excited  to  be  here .  

AESTHETICS : 

dirt  stained  clothing  that  hangs  off  a  too  slender  frame .  large  doe  eyes  filled  with  worry ,  with  dread ,  with  determination .  silent  screams ,  the  red  string  of  fate  dangling  just  out  of  reach .   PINTEREST .

GENERAL : 

full name ;   karma  pepperdine  oren 

age / dob ;   twenty - two ,  september  9th . 

zodiac ;   virgo 

gender ;   cis  female 

pronouns ;   she / her

district ;   twelve 

occupation ;   awaiting  work  in  the  mines  ,  tribute 

face  claim ;  kristine  froseth 

sexuality ;  demi 

weapon  of  choice ;  a  slingshot 

BACKGROUND :  

born  in  the  seam  of  the  poorest ,  least  advantaged  district  of  TWELVE ,  karma  has  struggled  for  most  of  her  life .  she  has  a  brother ,  pick ,  born  six  years  her  senior ,  and  a  now  deceased  younger  sister ,  who  was  named  cornith .

her  parents  are  both  miners ,  and  it  was  always  expected  of  the  oren  children  that  they  would  follow  in  their  parents  footsteps .  pick  works  in  the  mines  presently alongside  them ,  and  karma  full  expected  to  join  them  in  just  three  years . 

the  three  oren  siblings  were  always  particularly  close ,  spending  most  of  their  childhoods  exploring  the  alpine  terrain  of  their  unimpressive  district .  the  children  would  often  pretend  to  hunt  and  track  game  in  the  woods  near  their  home ,  armed  with  only  slingshots ,  though  they  never  actually  killed .  rule  followers ,  they  feared  the  peacekeepers  who  ran  their  district  with  iron  fists .  

karma  was  an  extremely  fearful  child ,  often  led  through  life  by  her  far  more  outgoing  brother .  though  the  idea  made  her  sick ,  she  would  sometimes  tell  herself  he  would  bode  well  in  the  games ,  if  he  were  ever  reaped .  

she  wasn’t  well  known  around  the  district ,  and  she  had  very  few  friends .  she  has  watched  one  close  acquaintance  die  in  the  games  before ,  her  neighbor  mint ,  who  was  reaped  for  the  70 th  games .  

death  tw  ;   she  often  found  herself  left  behind  by  her  more  adventurous  siblings ,  including  the  day  that  molded  her  into  the  tribute  she  is  today .  pick  and  cornith  went  too  far  in  the  woods ,  tracking  the  hoof  prints  of  an  elk .  they  didn’t  know  about  the  electric  fence  that  outlined  the  district ,  held  them  captive .  cornith  perished .  

this  was  four  years  ago .  pick  and  karma  don’t  talk  about  it ,  but  karma  experienced  real  anger  and  grief  for  the  first  time .  what  had  once  been  feelings  of  mistrust  evolved  intro  a  fierce  hatred  for  the  capitol .  like  caged  animals ,  with  no  where  to  put  the  ferocity ,  karma  took  to  illegal  hunting ,  pick  to  the  mines .  

this  was  life  until  the  74 th  reaping .  is  karma  ready  for  everything  to  change  again ?  

PERSONALITY :  

positive ;   resourceful ,  driven ,  nurturing ,  adaptable 

negative ;   meek ,  incensed ,  distrusting ,  fearful

WANTED  CONNECTIONS :  

for  tributes ;   unlikely  allies ??  she  definitely  fears  and  despises  the  careers  going  into  these  games .  i  think  it  would  be  a  really  interesting  dynamic  to  have  an  alliance  with  one  or  a  few  of  them  due  to  a  surprisingly  closeness  during  training .   doomed  romance ??  i’m  such  a  sucker  for  the  angst  that  this  plot  allows ..  seriously  obsessed .  love  to  yearn  and  crave  and  all  of  those  richard  siken  adjectives .  they  know  likely  one  or  both  of  them  will  die .  enemies ??  on  either  end ,  or  mutual .  on  sight  or  due  to  their  interactions  in  training .  bred  from  jealousy  or  stereotyping  of  the  districts .  anything  that  would  lend  to  bad  blood  in  the  arena .  betrayal ??  friends  in  training  who  will  turn  on  each  other  come  game  time .  sad  and  dramatic ,  soap  opera  esque  twist . 

for  victors / stylists / game makers / escorts , capitol  citizens ,  etc . ;   those  who  underestimate  her ??  they  look  down  on  her  small  stature ,  the  fear  in  her  eyes ,  the  district  that  raised  her .  she’s  something  feral  to  them .  a  sure  death .  could  bring  pity  or  disgust .  allies ??  they  see  some  sort  of  fire  in  her ,  some  sort  of  something .  or  maybe  they  just  really ,  really  pity  her  and  they  want  to  give  her  all  the  help  she  can  get .  friends ??  maybe  someone  to  help  her  navigate  the  capitol ,  to  calm  her  nerves .  

for  district  citizens ;   i  know  this  one  will  be  harder  to  plot ,  but  maybe  anyone  whose  visited  twelve  ??  i’m  not  sure  why  anyone  would ,  perhaps  for  work  or  illegal  trading .  a  strange  run  in ,  and  now  they  see  the  small  and  timid  girl  they  met  in  the  hob  on  tv ,  preparing  for  a  fight  to  the  death .  

anything  else ;  i  love  to  fill  connections  and  my  brain  is  small  so  let  me  know  what  you’re  craving  and  i’m  so  excited .

[alunsei]

[ GILLIAN VICENCIO, FEMALE, SHE/HER. ]    introducing alunsei lingau, TRIBUTE of the 74th year hunger games, representing district 8. my sources say that they are twenty years old, & that they’re pretty handy with eidetic memory. wonder if that will do her any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of doe eyes on a tiny girl, an innocent face suddenly bearing a dangerous smirk, petite legs hanging from a tree trunk, tan hands poring over the pages of smuggled tomes.

Alunsei’s name is a corruption of an ancient goddess’. Her name was Alunsina, a goddess of sun and sky worshipped by people they called Visayans, people they called Filipinos. She and her family, she thinks, are probably descended from these people. But in District 8, very few remember that. Very few know why so many citizens of District 8 have persistently golden-toned skin tones despite having little greenery and incentive to go out into the sun; where their usual selection of children’s names and district slang originate; why when they speak, there’s a melodic lilt that’s odd for a district known for its bleak, mechanical landscape. But she knows. 

She knows that these Filipinos must’ve migrated here in hopes of finding better lives, only for the nation to take advantage of them. Only for the legacy of their exploited labor to endure in the form of District 8. She could never forget. Then again, she can’t forget anything she reads. Her mother tells her it’s not a prudent hobby to concern herself with scratches of ink on paper. It’s not like the girl would need them; she would just toil away at the textile factory, like the rest of them. All she needs are her hands. She never did grow into her relatives’ hand-me-down clothes. They were bigger and stronger, with more potential. All Sei has are her hands.

Well, she’s good at reading, but not so good at listening. Despite the scarcity of trees, Sei finds ways to teach herself how to climb. She runs and happily discovers she’s fast and agile. Soon enough, she’s at a Reaping, and someone stout gets picked. Someone sinewy, someone tall, someone more suited to the Games. A young woman so bookish and slight has no business volunteering for tribute. Yet she does.

PERSONALITY AND MISC. 

She doesn’t like to speak. More than a few people have likely mistaken her for someone who can’t speak, but it’s simply her preference. She also tends to be irritated when others speak. (Song inspiration:  “STFU!” by Rina Sawayama)

Sei’s obvious self-destructive tendencies aside, she isn’t a sad girl. She’s not happy, but she’s not sad either. She doesn’t have the energy to be enthused about any aspect of living in District 8, or anywhere in this hell hole, really. She would rather gamble her life in the games. There’s also the spark of rebellion within her, but like the rest of District 8, it’s often buried in a lack of real direction. If anyone’s going to start the rebellion, it’s probably not going to be a District 8 citizen.

She’s pansexual and could fall for anyone, but not very interested in romance (demi). If it happens, it happens, though.

[wastefulyears]

hiya! i’m chloe. i’m fun, come and plot with me (our characters can love and or hate each other)!

[ TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET, CISMALE, HE/HIM. ]    introducing jules charbonnier , TRIBUTE of the 74th hunger games, representing district 12. my sources say that they are twenty-two years old, & that they’re pretty handy with agility and slingshots. wonder if that will do them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of a quiet demeanour with a sharp tongue, might be a sinner might be a saint, old pictures that have been mended, and tired eyes.

full name :   jules charbonnier

age / dob :    twenty - two ,  december twenty - eight .

zodiac sign :  capricorn

gender :   cis  male

moral alignment :  chaotic neautral

pronouns :  he / him

district :  twelve

occupation :  work in  the  mines  

sexuality :  bi sexual

weapon  of  choice :  a  slingshot , also his hands for climbing and doing sneaky things

face claim :  timothée chamalet

see , the sea wants to take me . the knife wants to slit me . do you think you can help me ?

jules was dealt a bad hand being born into the poorest district in panem , district twelve . to make matters worse , he lost his mother as a child and is the youngest of four brothers . only having his brothers and father to look up to he’s definitely grown up in an environment where you have to suppress your emotions and fend for yourself . jules watched his older brothers find work in the mines , as per tradition. dangerous and tiring work, they haven’t been well fed or in good health for years. 

living in the seam , he didn’t stand out much . if asked , you would be told how the citizens unfortunate enough to live there also take on the same appearance , from the dark hair to the grey eyes .

love is natural and real . but not for such as you and i , my love .

his attitude toward everything is very nonchalant. he pushes away any feelings of hopefulness , likewise he doesn’t allow himself to feel disappointment . he steals to survive . not intelligent , but observant.

he’s a loner . he would rather not watch any of his loved ones suffer or die at the hands of the capitol . so he chooses not to have loved ones .

he will probably bite your face off if you push him too much.

i know it’s over , and it never really began . but in my heart , it was so real .

he went to the reaping wearing his eldest brother’s best clothes . which turned out to be a good thing , considering all of the capitol had been watching as he was reaped . suddenly everyone around him saw him , called his name , acted as if they knew him personally . with a nervous cough and a clenched jaw he made his way up to the stage . being from district twelve he did not expect anyone to save him then , and even more so , he does not expect to win now . still , not one of his brothers cried . 

everyone seemed to have a morbid curiosity with the games , every year they watched , they smiled at any glimpse of hope , and cried at every heartbreak . maybe the time taken to watch the inevitable tragedy helped jules prepare for the seventy - fourth hunger games , his games . jules has the same strategy going into the games as he has had his entire life : keep to himself , always have a slingshot close by , and steal whatever he can find . it’s what he knows . he does not care to survive , but he can . he has been doing it for a long time . but if he is going to die , he would rather be unbothered when doing so .

[wcrthyofmystrength]

“𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠....”

[ LULU ANTARIKSA, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ]    introducing esme palewski, TRIBUTE of the 74th / year hunger games, representing district 3. my sources say that they are 20 years old, & that they’re pretty handy with knives, combat and archery wonder if that will do / did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of wicked smile, pompous attitude, combat boots, a half sleeve of tattoos.  

i will add a bio later i just wanted to put out a plotting call for her too.im gonna go nap now.

[snvres]

[   ALISHA   BOE,   CISFEMALE,   SHE&HER.   ]        introducing   monroe   zimmer,   TRIBUTE   of   the   74th   hunger   games,   representing   district   six.   my   sources   say   that   they   are   twenty   years   old,   &   that   they’re   pretty   handy   with   tinkering   with   spare   parts.   wonder   if   that   will   did   them   any   good   in   the   arena   ?   anyways,   caesar   says   you   can’t   miss   them,   because   they   remind   everyone   of   nimble   fingers   running   across   sharp   edges   of   metal,   gloved   hands   handling   a   blowtorch,   tattered   denim   clothes   rimmed   with   single   marks,   &   grease-stained   &   calloused   hands   carelessly   wiping   sweat   off   one’s   brow   with   a   smile.       (   x   ,   x   )

hello!   it’s   lena   again   with   my   tribute   monroe   zimmer.   i’ve   included   some   statistics   and   headcanons   about   her   below.   if   you   would   like   to   plot,   i   can   be   reached   via   dm   or   on   discord   @   lenathebeana#8494.   my   other   love,   camilla,   has   also   be   introduced   in   the   post   linked   here. i’m   looking   forward   to   seeing   all   your   muses   !

basic   information

full   name:   Monroe   Carver   Zimmer

nickname(s):   Roe

gender:   Cis-Female

pronouns:   She,   Her,   Hers

age:   Twenty

birthplace:   District   Six   of   Panem

occupation:   Former   Car   Mechanic   &   Tribute

role:   Tribute   for   the   Seventy-Fourth   Hunger   Games

allegiance:   District   Six,   the   Monroe   Family

personality

virtues:   Resourceful,   Valiant,   Meticulous,   Unwavering

vices:   Impetuous,   Sarcastic,   Brusque

astrology   sign:   Scorpio

hogwarts   house:   Gryffindor

label:   The   Architect

skills:   Fixing   Cars,   Tinkering   with   Old   Parts,   Problem   Solving  

abridged   background

— Monroe   was   oldest   of   two   children   born   to   mechanics   in   District   Six.   Her   parents   met   while   trading   parts   they   needed   for   their   latest   automobile   repairs.   Subsequently,   they   became   enamored   with   each   other   and   married   within   a   year.   Monroe   came   along   one   year   later,   and   her   younger   brother,   Martin,   followed   three   years   later.

— Despite   oppression   by   Panem’s   government,   Monroe’s   youthful   years   were   relatively   satisfying.   The   young   girl   learned   her   parents’   trade   and   instantly   took   an   interest   in   the   repair   work   that   put   a   roof   over   their   heads.   She   enjoyed   working   on   engines   the   most.

— Unfortunately,   Roe’s   father   passed   away   of   a   heart   attack   right   before   her   first   Reaping   at   eighteen-years-old.   This   put   an   immeasurable   amount   of   strain   on   the   Zimmer   family   to   make   ends   meet.   It   hardly   helped   that   Monroe’s   mother   fell   into   a   reverie   state   and   became   depressed   with   her   husband’s   passing.

— As   a   result,   Monroe   and   Martin   attempted   to   take   up   the   torch   and   help   where   they   could.   The   Zimmer   children   worked   part-time   at   various   repair   shops   while   still   attending   school.   Since   Monroe   had   qualified   for   the   Hunger   Games   at   the   time,   the   young   woman   also   began   taking   tesserae   to   help   sustain   her   brother   and   mother   during   the   most   difficult   periods.   Their   mother   still   felt   the   void   of   suddenly   losing   her   husband   during   this   time   and   was   little   help. 

— By   the   time   Roe   was   nineteen-years-old,   the   deprivation   for   the   Zimmer   family   seemed   to   have   shifted.   Her   mother   found   the   energy   to   leave   their   bedroom   and   venture   into   town.   She   frequently   returned   hours   after   leaving   with   many   items   they   needed   around   the   house,   claiming   that   she   finally   took   up   their   trade   again   and   now   worked   part   time   to   contribute. 

— [ABUSE   &   PROSTITUTION   TW   ]   Neither   Monroe   nor   Martin   saw   reason   to   be   suspicious   of   their   mother’s   words   until   their   mother   began   returning   home   with   marks   on   her   body.   She   claimed   they   were   work-related   injuries,   but   Roe   hardly   believed   anyone   would   allow   her   to   continue   working   like   that.   While   Martin   pretended   to   ignore   these   injuries   for   their   mother’s   wellbeing,   Roe   decided   to   follow   their   mother   into   town   one   day   to   find   out   the   truth   for   herself. It   turned   out   that   their   mother   was   selling   her   body   to   certain   Peacekeepers   in   Six   in   exchange   to   monetary   compensation   to   feed   their   struggling   family.   This   was   to   prevent   Monroe   and   her   brother   from   taking   additional   tesserae   that   might   land   them   in   the   perilous   arena.

— Monroe   confronted   her   mother,   and   the   woman   soon   confessed   which   Peacekeepers   she   held   this   arrangement   with.   Roe   threatened   to   report   these   individuals   to   their   superiors,   but   her   mother   warned   against   it   for   their   family’s   sake.

— While   Roe   heeded   her   mother’s   words   for   some   time,   the   young   woman   soon   became   infuriated   by   their   mother’s   mistreatment.   The    prostitution   continued   to   Monroe’s   dismay,   despite   the   amount   of   times   she   attempted   to   talk   her   mother   out   of   it.   Monroe   was   very   short   of   blowing   a   fuse   and   eventually   challenged   one   of   the   Peacekeepers   tied   to   her   mother   approximately   a   month   before   the   Reaping   for   the   Seventy-Fourth   Annual   Hunger   Games.   Of   course,   this   Peacekeeper   told   her   to   mind   her   own   business   if   she   knew   what   was   good   for   her.   [END   ABUSE   &   PROSTITUTION   TW   ] 

—   Monroe   Zimmer   felt   unsurprised   when   her   name   erupted   from   the   Reaping   bowl.   It   seemed   like   punishment   for   defending   her   mother   against   the   power   that   oppressed   the   people   of   District   Six.   Rather   than   feel   despondent   by   her   current   predicament,   Roe   simply   feels   more   indignation   for   those   who   put   her   in   this   position.

wanted   connections

—   Allies,   Capitol   Adversaries   (she’s   not   a   fan),   Confidantes,   &   District   Six’s   Team!

[ravinia-lux]

hi there! i’m m- coming in with ravinia lux and oxford d’witt. it’s been years since i’ve done a roleplay on tumblr - literally six or more - so i’m pumped to jump back in! first up, lemmie introduce you to my killing machine:

RAVINIA LUX --- DISTRICT TWO

[ LUCY LIU, CISFEMALE, SHE/HERS. ] hey, that’s r a v i n i a  l u x from district 2. she’s pretty well known around those parts for being the current mayor and victor of the 59th hunger games. the hunger games fills her with gritty pride, especially since she’s 41 years old, but she’ll be watching — everyone always does. anyways, if you’re looking for her, i hear she reminds everyone of chiseled marble, pack hunting, bloody hands, and a victorious smile.

[gclddvst]

my  need  to  finish  my  assignments  before  picking  up  a  new  muse  wasn’t  strong  enough  ...  r.i.p  my  grades  .  this  is  winslow  jeong  ,  aka  the  owner  of  all  the  braincells  on  this  blog  because  asher  and  i  have  none  .  for  more  information  ,  read  on  ,  and  if  you’d  like  to  plot  with  them  feel  free  to  either  like  this  post  or  just  message  me  here  or  on  discord  .

[  AARON  KWAK  ,  AGENDER  ,  THEY  /  THEM  .  ]    well  ,  if  it  isn’t  winslow  jeong  ,  our  resident  ASSISTANT  GAMEMAKER  !  i’m  so  excited  to  see  what  they’ll  be  bringing  to  the  table  this  year  .  they’re  twenty  -  seven  years  old  ,  &  they’ve  been  in  this  position  for  4  years  .  i  hope  they’re  ready  for  the  publicity  —  the  tabloids  have  already  started  talking  about  them  !  anyways  ,  i  got  to  meet  them  once ,  &  they’re  a  lot  like  screens  overcrowded  with  seemingly  meaningless  code  ,  a  straightforward  approach  to  every  hurdle  ,  the  taste  of  ozone  and  petrichor  ,  quiet  and  unshakeable  belief  .

statistics.

full  name  :  winslow  jeong

nickname  /  s  :  win  /  winnie

age  :  twenty  -  seven

gender  :  none  ✌️

pronouns  :  they  /  them

orientation  :  ace  -  aro

occupation  :  assistant  gamemaker

face  claim  :  aaron  kwak

persona.

winslow  is  ...  enigmatic  .  they  are  a  person  of  very  few  words  ,  opting  to  keep  their  cards  close  to  their  chest  at  all  times  and  simply  listen  in  on  conversations  rather  than  being  an  active  participant  .  they  don’t  share  information  willingly  ,  and  will  often  redirect  the  course  of  a  conversation  if  it  veers  towards  trying  to  learn  more  about  them  .

they  seem  like  a  nicer  than  average  gamemaker�� ,  always  looking  for  ways  to  reward  the  tributes  —  prizes  ,  respites  ,  safe  zones  —  and  then  hiding  them  in  clues  and  puzzles  .  but  really  ,  win’s  motives  are  selfish  .  the  longer  the  games  drag  on  ,  the  more  they  get  to  do  ,  the  longer  they  can  put  off  working  on  the  next  arena  (  because  god  ,  they  hate  having  to  think  of  something  new  and  original  every  time  ,  and  goodness  knows  seneca  can’t  be  arsed  to  do  the  work  himself  ,  not  when  there  are  lackeys  to  do  it  for  him  .  no  ,  he  only  handles  the  extra  sadistic  stuff  )  .  and  they  find  watching  the  tributes  use  their  brains  far  more  entertaining  than  gladiatorial  fights  .

outside  of  the  bubble  of  ‘  hunger  games  bullshit  ’  as  winslow  has  so  eloquently  dubbed  it  ,  win  is  a  fairly  normal  capitol  citizen  .  they  mind  their  own  business  ,  are  moderately  extroverted  around  close  friends  who’ve  known  them  since  before  they  became  a  mystery  ,  and  do  their  best  to  resist  the  urge  to  drink  themself  into  a  stupor  at  the  end  of  every  workday  .

with  such  an  average  life  ,  one  might  wonder  why  they  insist  on  being  so  elusive  ,  and  the  answer  is  fairly  simple  :  rebellion  .  in  a  place  where  your  every  word  can  be  used  against  you  the  minute  you  dare  to  disagree  ,  saying  nothing  can  be  the  most  effective  middle  finger  to  the  authorities  possible  .  what  are  you  gonna  do  ,  snow  ,  blackmail  them  ?  oh  wait  ,  you  can’t  .

biography.

winslow  jeong  was  born  as  the  only  child  of  a  deeply  in  love  couple  ,  and  for  the  first  few  years  of  their  life  they  grew  up  in  a  beautiful  household  —  stable  ,  loving  and  everything  a  young  child  could  want  .  alas  ,  that  stability  was  not  to  last  .

their  father  was  a  peacekeeper  ,  working  all  across  panem  to  maintain  order  —  and  he  was  lined  up  for  a  promotion  that  would  make  him  one  of  the  highest  authority  figures  in  the  force  .  the  argument  started  small  —  concern  from  his  wife  that  he  would  be  away  from  home  too  much  ,  away  from  their  young  child  (  win  being  only  five  at  the  time  )  .

but  as  days  went  on  and  the  man  showed  no  intentions  of  reconsidering  his  choice  ,  winslow’s  mother  began  to  raise  other  issues  she  took  with  her  husband’s  job  .  “  do  you  actually  enjoy  hurting  those  people  ?  ”  she  had  said  one  night  ,  in  a  fit  of  rage  .  “  is  that  why  you  want  this  so  badly  ?  because  you  want  people  to  be  scared  of  you  ?  ”  the  next  morning  ,  she  was  gone  —  winslow’s  father  refused  to  tell  them  what  had  happened  ,  although  the  child  was  fully  aware  ,  having  eavesdropped  on  the  pair  .

the  guilt  over  selling  out  his  own  wife  for  the  sake  of  a  promotion  consumed  the  man  ,  who  soon  retired  from  his  job  ,  taking  up  a  new  job  as  a  tattoo  artist  and  focusing  on  raising  his  child  ,  as  a  way  to  make  amends  .

it  was  here  that  winslow  spent  most  of  their  childhood  —  in  their  father’s  shop  ,  watching  the  people  that  came  and  went  ,  and  watching  the  sketches  the  man  drew  .

art  came  naturally  to  win  ,  and  by  the  time  they  were  twelve  they  were  already  capable  of  sketching  people  .  their  sketchbook  ,  a  birthday  gift   from  their  father  ,  was  filled  to  the  brim  with  studies  of  the  people  who  went  in  and  out  of  the  tattoo  parlour  ,  as  well  as  decorative  patterns  and  mazes  .

winslow  was  sixteen  when  their  father  finally  gathered  the  courage  to  tell  them  the  truth  about  what  happened  to  their  mother  .  in  true  winslow  fashion  ,  they  responded  with  a  raised  eyebrow  and  a  simple  ‘  i  know  ’  —  never  the  slightest  hint  of  judgement  .  the  pair  were  never  especially  affectionate  ,  but  that  day  one  could  have  caught  a  rare  glimpse  of  a  hug  through  the  window  of  the  shop  .  not  that  anyone  would  dare  mention  it  to  them  .

as  their  education  drew  to  a  close  and  their   father  grew  older  and  older  ,  win  began  looking  for  potential  career  paths  .  initially  ,  they  considered  taking  up  an  apprenticeship  under  their  father  .  but  soon  enough  ,  they  discovered  a  new  aptitude  —  one  for  coding  ,  of  various  kinds  .  encrypting  information  in  complex  puzzles  and  writing  programs  to  crack  those  puzzles  .  they  honed  this  new  talent  in  their  spare  time  ,  taking  up  a  part  -  time  job  in  a  clothes  shop  to  help  support  themself  and  their  father  .

eventually  ,  their  skills  caught  the  attention  of  a  hunger  games  employee  who  visited  the  tattoo  parlour  while  winslow  was  attempting  to  engineer  a  puzzle  box  .  a  few  days  later  ,  they  were  visited  by  the  head  gamemaker  himself  ,  and  quickly  hired  as  an  intern  ,  from  where  they  quickly  rose  to  assistant  gamemaker  position  .

wanted plots.

a  tribute  or  two  that  they  get  attached  to  and  try  to  subtly  help  gain  an  upper  hand  .

close  friends  /  people  who  they  actually  talk  to  in  more  than  single  sentences  .

enemies  /  people  who  don’t  trust  them  because  of  their  silence  &  mysteriousness

[oxford-dwitt]

and i’m back with some balance; ravi is so pro-games i figured i could bring in someone maybe not-so-pro-games. :) hit me up for plotting!

OX D’WITT --- DISTRICT 9

[ CONNOR SWINDELLS, CISMALE, HE/HIM. ] introducing O x f o r d  d' W i t t, TRIBUTE of the 74th hunger games, representing district 9. my sources say that he is 23 years old, & that he’s pretty handy with his bruised fists and not much else. wonder if that will do him any good in the arena? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss him, because he reminds everyone of a lightning struck tree, ghosts in the old church, and the bending of wheat as a storm gathers strength.

[wcrthyofmystrength]

“𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠....”

[ TRISTIN MAYS, CISFEMALE, SHE HER. ]    introducing stefania dugue, VICTOR of the 67th hunger games, representing district one. my sources say that they are twenty seven old, & that they’re pretty handy with poison, marksmanship, and espionage. wonder if that will do / did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of switchblade, poison gloves, needles, and fangs.

name: stefania adeline dugue

birthday: october 5th

zodiac: libra sun, aries moon, taurus rising.

orientation: biromantic pansexual

hair color: brunette 

eye color: brown

height: 5′3

piercings: ear, belly button

tattoos: skull. on her hip. ariadne on her wrist.

occupation: victor of the 67th hunger games, chemist

home district: district one

moral alignment: chaotic good

pos traits: resourceful, patient, organized 

neg traits: overcritical, vengeful, quick tempered

“...𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧."

stefania was born to a rich, powerful political district one family. the dugues were knwon everywhere. her father was mayor of district one for a few terms, and then her mother served mayor for a few terms.  the dugues are always born with the expectation that they would potentially become a career tribute. her paternal aunt, ariadne, competed in the 59th hunger games and was the second to last person to die. she began training as soon as she could walk. although the games was all she knew, thanks to her homeschooling, stef wanted a life of her own. she wanted to live, fall in love, start a family. she prayed and prayed she wouldn’t get picked at the reaping. but she was. and her family was...honored. proud. stefania was the apple of everyone’s eye. while she was brilliant, took everything she learned to heart and mind, there’s always a chance for her to fail. and deep down, she knew that too. 

everyone had a gimmick, and stefania was unique. poison was her thing. chemistry was a passion of hers. she designed gloves and small needles that distributed various doses of poison. she even got her incisors sharpened to help with her image. the viper’s vixen. her beauty and her legacy got a long way through out the games. when the games started her only alliance was with the other career tributes.her fellow tribute from district one was from a rival family to the dugues, but they formed a bond. they learned each other quickly and realized they were more similar than realized, and that the rivalry was nothing more than trivial. together they got through many tributes, stef killing to protect them. she didn’t mind.  whether it was poisoning, ripping into necks, or just shooting an arrow, she didn’t mind at all. one last night, a district two, a district 4 and the man she found herself falling for tried to kill her in her sleep which caused her to kill the district 2 and 4 tributes. the last two standing. both from district one. the world watched this enemies become lovers and back to enemies. 

they fought for days. they hid out and dragged it out for days. sponsors came for both of them. the rivalry was watched all over panem with everyone on the edge of their seats. one night stef crawled painfully to the cornucopia to get more supplies and she was ambushed. she tiredly ran away, not physically ready to kill him. her sponsors provided her with a new poison. she tried to dip it in her weaponry but he found her. they fought each other before she pinned him down, pried his mouth open and chugged the poison down his throat. the whole panem watched him die a gruesome death, with stef being a victor of the 67th hunger games. 

after her victory tour. stef returned home. her parents wanted her to go into politics but she refused. she was tired of the dugue way, she was tired of the rivalry. she was tired of fake life. although he betrayed her, she took some of her prize money and gave it to the family. she tried to live a quiet life. the games are something she’d see dissolve all together...and she’s considered using her power to attempt to do so. but her desire to domesticate complicates such wishes. 

[vclcanic]

 introducing   .   .   .   MACKENNA   GAMMA   of   DISTRICT   3

 [   GEMMA   CHAM,   CIS   FEMALE,   SHE/HER.   ]    introducing   mackenna   gamma   ,   VICTOR   of   the   55th   hunger   games,   representing   district   three.   my   sources   say   that   they   are   thirty-seven   years   old,   &   that   they’re   pretty   handy   with   technology   and   hand   to   hand   combat.   wonder   if   that   did   them   any   good   in   the   arena   ?   anyways,   caesar   says   you   can’t   miss   them,   because   they   remind   everyone   of   a   loneliness   that   turns   time   and   space   golden   ,   haunted   by   phantoms   at   twilight   &   the   pitiful   attempt   to   salvage   your   soul   from   the   ashes   .

001 . BASICS

name  :  mackenna gama 

nicknames  :  mack , macky 

age  :  thirty - seven 

birthplace  :   district three 

occupation  :  victor / mentor 

orientation  :  heterosexual 

song  inspo :  smother ( by daughter ) , ether garden ( by henry jamison ) 

002  .  IMPRESSIONS

mack  prides  herself  in  her  elegance  and  her  propriety  ,  she’s  almost  always  very  calm  and  composed  and  will  not  usually  deviate  from  her  normal  expressions  to  those  of  which  depict  heterodox  emotions  

she  tries  not  to  have  a  very  intimidating  demeanour  but  sometimes  it  just  happens  and  she  looks  like  she’s  scowling  but  she’s  actually  v  friendly!!

003  .  FAMILY 

lana  webb ( mother )   :  was  an  engineer  and  worked  in  the  bigger  companies  of  district  three  .  she  often  visited  the  capitol  and  was  well  -  acquainted  with  those  in  power  .  she  had  a  tendency  to  choose  work  over  her  family  and  often  neglected  her  children  ,  sacrificing  her  time  with  them  to  further  launch  her  career  .

david  gamma ( father ) :  was  a  local  tradesman  and  often  visited  neighbouring  houses  to  fix  any  technological  problems  for  charity  .  he  was  a  simple  man  with  simple  desires  .  unlike  his  wife  ,  he  was  content  with  his  life  as  a  mechanic  and  was  happy  to  spend  time  with  his  kids  and  the  community  .

ronan  gamma ( older  brother ) :  was  very  loved  around  the  district  and  very  popular  amongst  his  friends  .  it  was  almost  expected  tht  he  would  volunteere  for  the  55th  games  when  mackenna  was  reaped  in  order  to  protect  her  .

004  .  BACKGROUND

mack  had  always  been  a  quiet  kid  ,  she  was  always  shy  and  timid  and  was  never  one  for  any  kind  of  spontaneous  activity  .  she  preferred  to  be  at  home  and  was  always  afraid  to  socialise  with  those  outside  of  her  community  (  this  is  because  of  her  neglectful  mother  who  has  unconsciously  impesssed  on  her  mind  that  she’s  not  enough  for  her  mother  to  want  to  spend  time  with  her  so  why  would  other  people  ?  )

but  as  she  grew  older  ,  her  father  (  who  was  extremely  worried  of  her  lack  of  a  social  life  )  encouraged  her  to  accompany  him  during  his  work  .  it  was  because  of  this  that  mack  became  interested  in  technology  .  she  found  it  fascinating  how  standard  and  seemingly  irrelevant  materials  can  be  stitched  together  to  create  a  new  and  advanced  technological  equipment  .

it  was  her  father  who  taught  her  everything  that  she  knew  about  technology  and  the  basic  functioning  of  objects  and  because  of  their  little  pro  bono  trips  to  other  people’s  houses  and  fixing  their  lightbulb  or  their  plumbing  ,  mack  became  well  -  known  around  town  as  a  good  kid  ,  was  always  well  adored  and  well  regarded  just  like  her  father

it  was  her  mother  who  taught  her  the  importance  of  power  ,  how  it  can  be  attained  ,  used  and  manipulated  .  her  mother  was  distant  and  cold  -  hearted  but  she  was  strong  -  willed  ,  ambitious  and  driven  .  it  was  also  her  who  taught  mack  how  to  be  a  proper  capitol  lady  ,  how  to  sit  properly  ,  how  to  walk  ,  how  to  stand  .  it  was  her  who  helped  her  appreciate  luxury  and  grandness  of  it  all  .

005  .  55TH  HUNGER  GAMES

she  was  eighteen  when  she  was  reaped  for  the  55th  hunger  games  .  it  has  been  a  complete  surprise  ,  it  was  her  first  year  ,  her  name  was  only  there  once  yet  it  was  hers  that  was  called  out  .  her  brother  volunteered  in  a  split  second  ,  he  was  twenty  -  two  at  the  time  . 

many  say  that  mack  only  won  because  of  her  brother  .  it  had  been  down  to  the  last  five  and  an  arrow  had  been  flying  at  her  from  a  career  tribute  but  her  brother  intercepted  it  with  his  body  and  so  he  died  protecting  his  little  sister  .  the  guilt  of  that  is  something  that  mack  has  always  carried  and  it’s  always  eating  her  up  and  giving  her  nightmares  and  this  is  what  makes  her  push  people  away  . 

but  mack  won  the  games  by  somehow  finding  like  the  inputs  for  where  the  gamemaker’s  panel  links  to  the  arena ( not  actually  sure  whether  this  exists  but  umm  let’s  just  say ) with  her  knowledge  in  technology  ,  she  hacked  into  the  interface  of  the  panel  and  deprived  the  arena  of  oxygen  .  all  of  them  would’ve  died  but  it  the  gamemakers  turned  it  on  just  in  time  to  save  mackenna  . 

006  .  PERSONALITY 

level  -  headed  : she’s  calm  and  composed  (  at  least  on  the  outside  )  and  always  tries  to  find  a  logical  solution  to  things 

agreeable  : she’s  polite  and  docile  and  can  make  good  small  -  talk  (  even  though  she  hates  it  )  and  often  uses  this  to  help  her  tributes  get  sponsors 

resentful  : she  hates  the  games  for  taking  her  brother  and  her  innocence  away  and  would  be  more  than  happy  to  rebel  against  it 

indifferent  : she’s  indifferent  to  the  capitol  grandeur  and  hates  it  all  with  a  fervent  passion