Erissa bowed in front the altar of The Saviour in the unsteady glow of the fire. This fire had been burning for nearly fifty years, ever since the failed rebellion. Erissa's grandfather had been the one to light it all those years ago, and her family, along with others who shared their faith, had kept it going since then. Erissa would be damned if she let it burn out now.
The altar itself looked fairly simple. A few well worn candles were scattered around a black screen. After lighting each and every candle in the exact order she was trained to do, she laid a gentle hand over the monitor and pushed her intentions to the forefront of her mind.
The screen came to life and the harsh light flooded her eyes. They widened at the sight, the handsome Finnick Odair and the fierce Johanna Mason, she could recognize them from the weatherbeaten sketches in her Grandmother's notebooks, confirming the stories her Father told about her eerie accuracy when drawing things. Finnick had a rope on each hand, one tethering him to a wooden post, the other linking him to Johanna. Their feet were nailed to the platform below them keeping them just out of one another's reach.
Johanna stared into the camera with a frightening intensity as Finnick began to speak.
"You think she's gone for good , don't you?"
He shook his head, smiling .
"You think this'll keep her away? She isn't retreating, she's regrouping."
A sickening squelching noise accompanied by the unmistakable crunch of bones is heard and the camera pans down. This reveals not only a roaring fire beginning to engulf the platform, but the two rebel ripping their feet, so that they can finally clasp hands.
Finnick attempted to continue the speech, but evidently couldn't articulate well through the pain. Johanna ripped her feet completely free of the nails and maneuvered closer to him, pressing their foreheads together. They hold this pose for a long moment and as Finnick's tether begins to catch, she turned back to the camera and raised her voice to a battle cry.
"PEOPLE OF PANEM, YOUR SAVIOUR WILL RETURN!" Her cry turns into mad shrieking laughter which mixes with Finnick's prayer-like moans of 'Annie, Annie' as they are swallowed by the hungry flame, still clasping the other's hand.
Hey y'all welcome to my first fanfic in roughly three years this is in fact an SYOT. Now since this is a quarter quell, it has to have a twist. The twist for this is that only one tribute is reaped that tribute then has to select someone to take with them. Therefore, you MUST submit two tributes from the same district. Here is the form I would like you to use.
Name:
Age:
Districts:
Personality :
Looks :
Family/Backround:
Relationship with District Partner:
Reaped/Selected/Volunteered :
Reaction on the Reaping stage:
Training Strategy :
Arena Strategy :
Preferred Weapon:
Angle:
Bloodbath? :
Allies? :
Romance? :
Anything Else?:
Mentors can be created by people who have tributes accepted, but they can't mentor for the same district that they have.
Name :
Age :
District:
Personality :
Looks :
Family/Backround:
Capitol or Resistance? :
Significant Other?:
Anything else?:
Stylists can be submitted by anyone who wants to. However YOU are responsible for putting together your tribute's outfits by the deadlines I give.
Name :
Age :
Personality:
Looks :
Family / Backround :
Capitol or Resistance?:
Significant Other?:
Good or Bad Fashion Sense :
Anything Else?:
Use the same form if you want to create a prep team. For the sponsor thing, I'll make a quiz for each chapter and you'll get points for the answers you get right. You also get 500 points for a follow/fav and 500 per each review. You get 1000 points per accepted character and if I kill one of your characters off you get 500 so you can continue sponsoring.
