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woo do-hwan . cis man . he / him ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s lucius snow , the twenty- eight year old gamemaker / architect from the capitol . they’re lucky to have escaped to district thirteen during the 94th games , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so decisive & venomous . 

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name. lucius aurelias snow aliases. the architect nicknames. lulu age. twenty-eight date of birth. february 17 gender & pronouns. cis-man , he + him languages spoken. english sexuality. pansexual , demiromantic birthplace. the capital, panem current residence. district thirteen education. highly educated , academy + university occupation. gamemaker / arena architect

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hair style. short yet well-groomed, often kept gelled back in a formal manner build. wide and stocky, but slightly more on the toned side height. 6'2 defining traits. his stare, that of a fox deciding whether to strike piercings. both lobes tattoos. n/a scars. n/a clothing style. almost always in sleek suits and form-fitted clothing, formal and daunting with lots of black and grey - among the bright colors and frivolous costumes of the capital, he sticks out like a sore thumb body modifications. slitted glowing white irises faceclaim. woo do-hwan

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siblings. pandora snow [younger sister] spouse. tbd children. tbd notable relatives. president coriolanus snow pet(s). he previously had a large cat named atlas, though his whereabouts are unknown since lucius was taken to district thirteen. . . he still thinks about him

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mental ailments. n/a physical ailments. n/a drink, smoke, drugs. recreationally, no, no traits. venomous, stone-like, polite, well-mannered, decisive, vengeful, level-headed, sarcastic, cunning habits / quirks. rubbing the bridge of his nose when stressed or overwhelmed , tilting his head to one side when listening intently , narrowing his eyes when caught in a lie or surprised.

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labels / tropes. the icarian alignment. neutral evil mbti. intj ; the architect zodiac sign. aquarius time of the day. midnight weather. rainstorm color. ice white

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cherished item. a silver bangle with an inscription underneath that reads 'ice burns hotter than flame - ms' usual mood. rather serious like marble and often sarcastic, he almost always attempts to keep up appearances . . . sometimes, however, the glint of a more gentle personality peers through 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die. to experience a final peace defining moments. turning the power off to the tower and arena so thirteen could break through and rescue the tributes

HISTORY

snow always lands on top - the mantra of his family name, uttered into lucius's ears since he was born. the grandson of the most powerful man on the planet. . . and the eldest successor to a president known for eliminating any competition.

he learns that observing is the best weapon a person might have - the secrets uttered between halls, the slip of a silver knife between two ribs, the shared smiles between two lovers cloistered in an affair. . . ammunition in the game of life, and one his grandfather notices early on.

lucius is groomed with the precision of political intrigue and the cruelty of a man with many enemies; he keeps to himself, two sides of the same coin to his eccentric younger sister, his marble-like exterior a mere guise of the manipulation he is able to wield. lucius's years at the academy earn him appraisal for his intellect, but it is the years spent at the university that earn him the nickname the architect.

it is a project akin to any other, he suspects, until the spark of cruel ignition breaches his mind and propels him towards the future - it matters little that the highbottom name is attributed to the creation of the games, only that the truth owes it to the ingenuity of the snows. create an arena worthy of the games, and it might yet be chosen - for those interested in life within the capital, it was the perfect summary, a pretty package wrapped in the tears and loss of sons and daughters torn from their families all too soon. there were a variety of outcomes - brutal climates, a desert so harsh that the sandstorms would skin the tributes alive. . . a looming death, where the rivers and lakes would rise higher and higher, until a single victor remained. all shared the same common thought of blatant cruelty with little creativity mixed in. lucius, however, saw it for what it was. . . stripping individuals of their hope, their personality, and they would be easier to control - and if control is what they wanted, then he would give it to them.

a part of him wonders if he might be chosen, yet another part of him is confident enough to know he will - what he doesn't expect, however, is to come face to face with his grandfather across the table. . . and to learn that his exemplary addition to the games has not only been chosen for the following year's rotation, but that he has as well

the architect - grandson of the most powerful man in the world, eldest successor to the president of panem, and brilliant architect with a mind as beautiful as it is horrifying. all it takes is his design to be presented in a bloody display for the world to see, to watch the tribute's fears come alive in hallucinations and illusions that leave the audience gasping, to see them stripped of what it is to be human. . . and just like that, one accident or two in the removal of the gamemnaker above him, and lucius rises through the ranks as easy as smoke to the lungs of panem

and yet. . . the top is a lonely place when one's mind is the only competitor to your machinations. when the gore and stench and sight of death fills every waking moment and every flicker of light behind closed eyelids. when the endless plans and parties and cruel smirks and poison-dipped lips are all that's left. what then? the question fills lucius's mind as the years tick by, as the cruelties bloom like flowers around him and yet his own begins to wither. he isn't quite sure when the doubt begins to settle into his bones. . . perhaps when he chances the opportunity to meet a previous victor, their painted smile falling just briefly enough to spit at his silken suit. . . or perhaps it is when he overhears a conversation not meant for one so skilled at gathering information as he, of decisions led by the president in cruelty unimaginable for that year's quarter quell. . .

perhaps it was the disappearance of his mother, and the subtle cracking of frosted glass that made him decide to push past the line.

who was he before his grandfather's claws bent and tore into his sullen flesh? who was he next to the sinister gleam of his sister? who was he without the mother who had always yearned to shy his eyes from the television screens, who always refused to bet on the games year after year. . . and who stared at him with gutless guilt and pity when he was chosen to succeed as gamemaker? nothing, is what he told himself. yet as the avalanche fell upon the tributes, as the snow gave way to ice breaking past the folds of innocence. . . lucius held only one thought in his mind as his hand hovered over the controls to dismantle the power, to be branded a traitor for seeking out and assisting the rebels - snow always lands on top, and this time it would be his choice to do so.

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lucius snow , twenty-eight , gamemaker / architect 

#𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 : of or resembling a serpent (as in form or movement) ; a study in  … 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝚈 , 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 . … “ⁱ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵖᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ.”