Dear Whoever May Be Reading This,
I have a whole summer of doing absolutely nothing ahead of me and so decided to start an SYOT just to give me something to do.
Now, I've never done one of these before and to be honest I've never read a completed one either. So please be nice.
Okay here's the form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District (first and second choice):
Appearance (please be descriptive):
Background:
Important family and friends:
Personality/traits:
Strengths/ any special skills:
Weaknesses:
Reaped/ volunteered and reaction:
Training strategy:
Interview angle:
Would they make allies/who with?:
If you could submit a bloodbath tribute as well that'd be great.
Be creative! And the more detail the better, just so I can write your characters exactly how you imagined them. Please PM me your tributes.
Prologue
Seneca Crane looked up at the quaking man before him and gave him the kind of smile you imagine a shark would give its prey. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, looked the poor servant up and down.
'Well?'
'S-sir. There h-have been stories. Wh- wh- whisperings'
'Of what, may I ask?'
'U-uprisings, sir. Nothing big, just rumours. S-sparks'
The servant raised his eyes for the first time and saw with relief that the Gamemaker didn't look perturbed. Hopefully there would be no 'shooting the messenger' today. Delivering news like this to people in power was always risky.
Crane sat back in his chair and considered this information for a moment. Even a hint of an uprising was bad, very bad. If it wasn't contained, it could cause the fall of the Capitol. The only way to safeguard this uneasy, dictated peace they clung to was to crush any signs of rebellion. And there was only one way to do that.
He traced the pattern of his beard absentmindedly. The whole room of Capitol staff and minor gamemakers were waiting for his response with bated breaths.
'I guess the Hunger Games this year will have to be particularly… spectacular' he said with a hint a malice that made the occupants of the room shiver.