Lennard Colston, 30
District 10 Rebel
"And, that is the story of how the three little District 10 rebel pigs got rid of the big bad pro-Capitol wolf." I closed the book in front of me. "The end."
Thomas, the seven year-old boy who was curled up in my lap, rubbed his eyes, clearly confused. "That's not how the story goes," he complained, pushing his long dark brown bangs out of his eyes.
"Well, that's how the story goes to me."
"Mommy! Daddy's making up stories again!"
Kida, who was busy setting up the baby crib, sighed. "Enough! You two bicker with one another so much, my friends all wonder how on Earth you are father and son."
"They do?" Thomas asked.
I laughed, ruffling back his hair. "Mommy's just joking. You know how funny she can be." I then sat up, causing Thomas to slip off my lap. "Anyways, it's late. Go get ready for bed. We'll be up in a bit to say goodnight to you." As soon as I said that, Thomas rushed off.
Kida lay down the baby twins, Mark and Maya, in their crib, before covering them up with a thick blanket. She rubbed her forehead with back of her hand. "Finally, they get settled down without making any noises for once. It's practically a miracle!"
I glanced over the side of the crib, watching them sleep. "Miracles look really cute, huh?"
Kida smiled. "Yep. Anyways, Lennard, I know that the rebellious streak in you has never ever died down, but please. Don't plant any more of your zany ideas inside of Thomas's head."
I paused. "Wait...what? Why?"
"Because I don't want them targeting our children. You saw what they did to those rebellious families last year, Lennard. They reaped their children. They forced them into these...these...Hunger Games, or whatever the heck they call them in the Capitol. They had their kids die. Yes, Thomas is only 7, but we could pay the price years later. And I really don't want to lose him because of our own actions in the Dark Days."
I pulled Kida into a tight hug. "There there, sweetheart. We're not gonna lose our children. They can't make them pay for whatever they want us to pay for. They will have to kill me ten times over if they want to even lay a finger on our little Thomas; I'll make sure of it."
Kida gave a small smile. "...Lennard, tell me. Why did I marry such a rebellious man?"
"What's wrong with a rebellious man? You know why I hate the Capitol. And I guess...a teenage version of you found that charming."
The small smile turned into a grin. "Still find it charming."
Kida reached her head up and planted a small kiss on my cheek. In return, I kissed her back, right on the forehead. Back and forth we went, until we eventually had to break away.
"Like I said, our children will be safe. We'll all be safe. We just need to stick together-"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Ah great." I let go of Kida. "Who is it now? Or, what kind of sane person is up at this hour and banging on doors? I'll go check, you just make sure the twins are still asleep."
Letting out a yawn, I made my way towards the front door and opened it. Outside stood a troop of about half a dozen Peacekeepers, all armed and dangerous looking. I wanted to sigh at their arrival, but decided against it since it wouldn't be a good greeting.
"Um...can I help you, sir?" I asked. My voice was a lot higher pitched than it normally was and was dripping with fake sweetness.
Clearly not the least bit impressed, the Head Peacekeeper just scowled at me. "Are you Lennard Colston?"
I opened my mouth to answer, then hesitated. "Yes. Why do you want to know?"
"It's him!" Almost instantly, the six Peacekeepers shoved me against the door and stomped their way inside. They began looking around, peeking in hiding places in search of other rebels and just generally making a mess all over the place.
"What are you doing!? I yelled. "I didn't invite any of you in! Get the hell out of my house!"
The Peacekeepers ignored me. Despite the fact that it would land me a bullet in the head, I shoved a younger Peacekeeper out of the way as he was approaching the coffee table, which had a vase belonging to Kida's mother on it. The Peacekeeper tried to restrain me, but I blocked him.
As if things weren't hectic enough, Kida poked her head out of the twins' room. "Lennard, what is all the commotion?"
"Kida! Just...don't let them in the room!" I stepped in front of another Peacekeeper who was trying to loot one of the the cupboards. "Don't let them get to the twins!"
The Head Peacekeeper turned and glared at me. "So, you are hiding other rebels in this house! I knew it!"
"You son of a-no! Those aren't rebels! You stay away from my children!" As the Peacekeeper trotted towards the room, I ran after him. "YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY-"
"Lennard, what is the Head Peacekeeper doing here!? Wait...no, leave them alone! No, no...NO!"
BANG!
The world began to feel dizzy and I felt myself slowly but surely crumpling to the floor. Kida, the love of my life, the only girl I ever had affection for, my wife...gone. Just like that, a bullet and an angry Peacekeeper was all it took to separate her from me.
Two Peacekeepers hoisted me up while a third, a female, left for the twins' room and came back with two whimpering babies. I didn't bother fighting back.
"Daddy?" The sound of footsteps on the stairs could be heard echoing through the house. A few seconds later, Thomas appeared. "Daddy...why is it so noisy?"
"Thomas..." upon seeing the look that the Head Peacekeeper gave me, I let out a sad sigh. "Thomas, come down here, please."
Thomas trampled down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, the young Peacekeeper who I had shoved aside clamped his hand on his shoulder. The gesture began to worry Thomas.
"Daddy...there are strange guys everywhere. What happened? Where's Mommy?"
"Lennard Colston, you are under arrest for your rebellious crimes against the Capitol. Do you have any last requests?"
"...yes...I have three to be exact."
The Peacekeeper groaned. "They always do this. Anyways, go right ahead. What's the first one?"
"I want to talk to my son." The two Peacekeepers restraining me let go and I pulled Thomas into my arms.
"Thomas, listen to me. I am going on a long trip and I might not come back. What I need is for you to be a big boy, alright? You need to help care for Mark and Maya and be the best brother you could ever be. Keep them safe. And no matter what, remind yourselves daily about how much daddy loves you."
Thomas opened his mouth to object, but I cut him off.
"Say it Thomas, "Daddy loves you.'"
"D-daddy...loves you...?"
I gave my eldest son a kiss on the head. "Yes my boy, Daddy loves you very much."
"That's enough! Second request?" the Peacekeeper asked.
"You take good care of these kids. They have an aunt on the other side of the district and I want them to live under her care."
"That can be granted. Take these kids outside and starting looking up biological information." As soon as the orders were given, two Peacekeepers started dragging my children outside.
Thomas began to scream. "No! Daddy! I don't want to go with them...I want to stay with you!"
"Thomas," My voice was a lot stricter than the voice I normally used with Thomas. "Go. And remember, I love you."
I watched as my son disappeared out the door. Though, I swear I heard him mumble "I love you too."
"That takes care of that," the Head Peacekeeper was clearly fed up with everything. "Your third request?"
"Just..when I go...make it quick, okay?"
Nobody said anything else as the Head Peacekeeper trained his gun on me.
BANG!
Yep, I'm starting an SYOT. It's my first ever, so expect it to be choppy in some places.
Anyways, here's the form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District:
Personality: (sentences, please)
Appearance: (same as personality)
Family: (please put name, age and relation to tribute. Ex: John, 40, father)
Friends: (same for family)
Backstory:
Reaping Day Scene: (what did they do on Reaping Day?)
Reaped or Volunteered: (there should be no volunteers, but I will make one or two exceptions)
Reaction/reason for Volunteering:
Chariot Outfit: (more info below)
Training Stations: (what stations did they use?)
Interview Outfit:
Interview Angle:
Bloodbath tribute?:
Bloodbath Strategy:
Arena Strategy:
Alliance?:
Preferred Death: (not everyone will win, so...)
Preferred Placement: (this might affect where your tributes does end up. For example, if the tributes is expected to place 16th, then your tribute might place somewhere around that point)
Anything Else?:
Now, you may realize some parts have been cut out. Here's why:
Chariot Rides: Because this is an earlier Hunger Games, I've replaced the chariot rides with something much more simple. The tributes will just be paraded around the city in fancier clothing. They can wear dresses and suits, or dress shirts and blouses.
Careers: They probably don't exist yet, so that covers everything.
Private Sessions and Scores: Once again, doesn't exist this early in the history of the Hunger Games. I imagine this was included later on. The tributes will have three training days, though.
Other Stuff:
PM submissions only, please! It would just make things easier for me.
No Mary Sues or Gary Stus. If you do send them in, they will be placed in the Bloodbath, no questions asked.
I will take rebellious tributes. However, the more openly rebellious they are, the less likely they are to win.
Not first come first serve. I will take multiple submissions for each slot and will PM you if I have chosen your tribute. You may send as many tributes as you like. I will choose all, some or none.
I think that covers everything! So, send them in!