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from: EURYDICE › is this the path you want? from: EURYDICE › i never returned, don’t you want to? from: EURYDICE › or is the road you’ve always known you’d take?

not to be the most annoying person ever, but too late, i’m cc & i love the hunger games. if you saw me writing my own syot fanfic when i was thirteen, no you didn’t </3 anyway, einar is a born & bred career from district two, if you see me comparing him to cato, yes <3 his whole thing is he’s mostly quiet but he will cause problems on purpose. i don’t have any stats or anything BUT i have wc @ the end of the intro so if you want to just scroll all the way down, do it i dare you.

❛ 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗶𝗿 › 𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑 .

[ NAM JOOHYUK, CIS MAN, HE / HIM. ] introducing einar gallowind, TRIBUTE of the 74th hunger games, representing district 2. my sources say that they are twenty - five, & that they’re pretty handy with weaponry. wonder if that will do any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of the eerie calm before the storm — the trees shouldn’t be standing this still, echoing footsteps that near hiding prey, a haunting drag of a blade against the ground, forbidden tears and fears that rear their faces in the stillness of the night & a rotting sunflower field abandoned by a once peaceful caretaker.

❛ 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 › 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

blood tw.

the darkness is empty – but it’s home; can’t you remember walking home with nothing but faith on your back? with bloodied bandages wrapped around your fleshy palms & tape around your brittle ankles, gingerly smelling the quarries as your dream gets less & less likely. & home – what you call home, the dimmed lights, the absent parents, the fading colors – home was really never home, was it? you chose your path, didn’t you? named for a fearsome warrior, exterior made of marble & blood earned arrogance, what would they say if they saw the empty glass interior? it’s fragile, make sure you don’t break it before your time.

❛ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 › 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 .

CHAPTER I.

full name . einar seraph gallowind nickname(s) / alias(es) / title(s) . tribute of the 74th hunger games, tbd. age / dob . twenty - five / march 2 hometown . district 2. current location . the capitol status . alive for now ig. specialty . weaponry gender . cis gendered man pronouns . he / him . orientation . bisexual , grayromantic occupation . career trainee / tribute face claim . nam joo hyuk

CHAPTER II.

height . six feet , two inches / 190 cm build . the build of someone who’s been training his whole life – tall, broad, well-built & toned. his limbs are muscular & lean, his torso is well toned & he keeps in shape with daily training. tattoos . none piercings . none scars . small, 3cm scar on his upper left lip. hair . dark, just a shade lighter than black. kept short, cut often by a family chosen stylist from the capitol – these days, styled specifically to help him look more visually appealing to the general public in hopes he’ll gain more favor. eyes . the same shade as his hair & generally, has always been told they’re off putting. inherited from his mother, he’s got the same eyes that can easily put people at unease – cold, soulless, harsh – he’s got the gaze of a basilisk but he often doesn’t realize how often he does it. clothing style . plain & basic so he may be styled however someone else wants. his own style is a mix of darks & neutrals, usually comfortable clothes that he can always go running in or do a quick spar session in. usual expression . stoic – maybe, too stoic. often emotionless with a lifeless stare, he’s always been more of a silent statue type – right down to his resting expression. it’s uneasy, the way he’s clearly alive but could easily blend in with the grand statues at the most expensive of museums. speech . rarely heard, but always remembered. einar’s reserved his speech for only the necessary moments – interviews, reviews, conversations ( that he deems alright, if he doesn’t find interest, it isn’t uncharacteristic of him to just walk away mid-sentence ). when he speaks, he commands attention, inherited from his father who’s always known how to work a crowd. einar speaks well, he’s charismatic & equable even if he doesn’t seem it, great at manipulating crowds but he chooses often not to. distinguishing features . his tall stature, a scar shaped birthmark on the base of his right thumb, the actual scar on his lip.

CHAPTER III.

( + ) positive . intuitive, erudite, striving, benevolent ( - ) negative . hubristic, arrogant, imperious, haughty moral alignment . true neutral. likes . the hunger games, most weapons, waking up extremely early so he can have time for himself, being alone, staying up extra late so he can have time for himself, the wintertime, icy winds that bite to the bone, the smell of beef roast i won’t explain, slipping into shoes that fit just right, being in the capitol when visiting his father’s side of the family, meditating & pretending to levitate i won’t explain either. dislikes . most other districts, most capitolites idk why, tributes who don’t even try ( like what’s the point ), the scorching heat, humidity, victors who’re sad ( get over it? ), corn, artificial food but what can you really do, the smell of the quarries from district two, victor’s village cause he doesn’t live there, hospitals because they’re ugly. quirks . has a silver heirloom coin that’s been passed down from generation to generation that he’ll flip & weave through his fingers, can stand / sit / stay still for hours at a time without moving a muscle, will get up in the middle of the night to stare out a window & ponder. hobbies . training restlessly because he doesn’t really know what else to do anymore, twirling whatever blade he has in his hand because he can, wine tasting with his father, running & sprinting, also swimming, watching designer shows & learning how to make clothes because of his mother.

❛ 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 › 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 .

trigger warnings : blood, injury,

life has been easy for you – you can’t deny what is fact. einar gallowind, descended from a bloodline of gold; it’s always been fated for you that you’d end up doing something great. if victory isn’t yours to grab, you’ll still be remembered ( and after all, isn’t that what matters most? ). your father, reinhardt gallowind of the capitol – he’s a former broadcaster, a charismatic man on television who sways the entirety of panem with his words & charm. he’s a dangerous kind of evil, one that seeps into your own blood, & you learn very early on that your father isn’t the same evil as the figures that loom over panem – he’s a sly kind of evil. his words sway the capitol, he decides who lives & who dies based on who he chooses to praise, his smile is as sinister as it is warm, you witness it first hand.

your mother is from district two, her last name carries weight in the district but she is nothing in the capitol. lavender goldheart is a sweet girl from a sweet family, but she is the same kind of evil as your father. she is upturned noses at the poor, laughing at the deaths of innocents broadcasted on a far - too - big screen, sending gifts to the already privileged tributes of a game nobody should partake in. she’s the kind of evil that attracts your father & you, you are a product of two evils. you are raised in a district that your father chose to move to, you hold your first blade when you are five, you maim your first opponent at seven, you learn how to keep your composure from a socialite & a broadcaster. two evils of the same variety, they teach you to become worse than they could ever be.

you grow arrogant. to the citizens of district two, to your classmates at the academy you are ruthless & cold, a career tribute of the upmost class – what everyone should aspire to be. you excel in weaponry, your brute strength gives you an upper hand in hand to hand combat, & while you lack in survival skills, you exceed in making sure you don’t have to survive long enough to need them. bold warrior, you are a deadly silent that puts your classmates at unease, they’re only friends with you because they’re scared of you & that’s what your parents want. they want a victor for a son, you want victory to have parents. because they’re never around, not really.

the lights are always off when you get home, you have enough money in the world but will your parents even show up when you ultimately volunteer? what a sad story, you suppose as you ponder it, poor rich boy, his parents never loved him enough so he decided he’d gain their love with blood. it makes you laugh, almost, as you watch the years pass by. you watch the games, you’re hungry for blood as you watch victors come & go – you memorize their names, their stats, their victories – it betters you as a trainee, you suppose. your training continues & you outgrow your classmates ( you are the best, einar, nobody else will say it to you, but you know ), you’re worthy of the games.

but, you are but a boy. you sit on the eve of your twenty-fifth birthday with nobody for company but yourself, you have the riches of the world but you’ve got nothing. you are the owner of a heart that longs to love ( to be loved, ), you have goodness in your bones even if you’re convinced you’ve always been built for evil, you’ve never had the ability to access it. the world your were born in was always against you, the odds were never in your favor – that’s the lesson you’ve refused to learn, but you will – eventually.

❛ 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 › 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

from district two, anyone he might’ve trained with, anyone who might know his parents, anyone who he might’ve gone to school with, anyone he might’ve sparred with, anyone his family ( either the gallowinds or the goldhearts ) might’ve wronged at one point or another.

scenario one, a tribute that he finds he ends up caring for – he’s outwardly cold & very much skilled, top of his game, trained his whole life & your muse is ... not, but einar’s like well damn what am i gonna do protect this tribute with my life? absolutely not but i’ll make sure they at least get out of the bloodbath.

scenario two, another tribute but he doesn’t care much for them at all. to be fair, einar doesn’t care for most people but he knows them by name because maybe there’s a rivalry there or maybe they just don’t get along or maybe einar did the thing where he just turns on his heel & walked away mid-convo. anyway, on sight means on sight.

for other tributes: someone who isn’t a fan of the careers, someone who has a Bone to Pick, someone who einar will manipulate & lead on to k-word, an unlikely/reluctant alliance, a likely alliance, someone he stares at just to make them uneasy, someone who wants to get him to say more than hey what’s up.

for victors: a ‘never meet your heroes’ cliche where he admires them but they said no thanks, someone who he thinks is lame cause they didn’t “deserve their win”, someone who he thinks is lame cause they can’t handle their win, someone who he thinks is cool cause they could handle their win, someone who doesn’t like him because he reeks of arrogance, someone who likes him because he reeks of arrogance.

for citizens: um. we’ll figure it out. please love me.