A/N: Welcome to my SYOT everybody! Now, this is the first SYOT that I have written, but I have participated in many, and written many stories, so you're in good hands. I've been thinking about doing this for a long time, and have lots of ideas, so I'm really excited. Here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, sorry.
Enjoy :)
Prologue
Head Gamemaker Olive Ringer strutted quickly down the cold, long hallway, steps echoing on the hard floor. She brushed a stray piece of ink black hair from her face, clutching the manila folder she was carrying closer to her chest.
She stopped in front of a black door, pausing to take a deep breath and straighten herself. She smoothed out her skirt, pushed her hair out of her face again, and knocked twice on the door.
It swung open at her touch. A voice came from inside. "Come in."
Olive slowly entered the room, unsure what to expect. She had never really meet the new President, or spoken to him one-on-one before, which made her nervous. It was somewhat frightening, for when a new ruler came, they often got rid of the previous workers, that meant her. She really didn't know what to expect.
Snow was sitting at his desk with his chair facing the window and his back to Olive when she came in. She placed the folder on his desk. "The arena plans, as you requested, Mr. President," she said, her voice that of someone from the Capitol, though lower than normal for a women her age.
The man turned around, not even glancing at the papers but instead looking straight at her. "Ah, yes, thank you Miss. Ringer."
"Your very welcome, Mr. President," Olive responded, giving the man a nod.
"Now, Miss. Ringer," Snow began, folding his hands on top of the folder she had placed atop the desk. "As you know, this is my first Hunger Games as President, and I would like to make it a good one, yes?"
"Of course, sir," Olive responded.
"And you will make sure that happens, right?"
Olive nodded vigorously. "Of course, sir," she said again, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, hands shaking slightly.
Snow blinked, taking his icy gaze off of her. "Now, these are your arena plans?"
"Yes, Mr. President."
He opened the thick folder, glancing over the papers quickly, nodding as he went, lips pursed. "Good," he said, handing her back the closed folder.
The dark-haired Gamemaker took it. "Thank you, Mr. President."
"Add some more twists and turns in there, and begin designing the mutts. I want this to be the bloodiest Hunger Games ever. The tributes will wish that they're dead before they are," he said, spinning his chair back around to look at the window. "Have a new plan for me by next week."
Olive tried not the flinch. "Will do, Mr. President."
"Good, you are dismissed."
Olive nodded, giving a small curtsay before beginning to exit the room. She was halted by Snow's cold voice. "Oh, and Miss. Ringer."
She turned back towards him. "Yes?"
Snow didn't move. He spoke as if he was reminding his son to do his homework. "If these Games do not go to my liking, I will kill you. Understood?"
Olive's throat went dry. She swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now go."
"Yes, sir," she repeated, nodding, hands clutching her folder tighter as she left. "Yes."
Rules:
1. No Mary-Sue or Gary-Sue types. Just please can we try to avoid it. Try to give your tributes interesting names and backstories.
2. I will only accept submissions by PM. Sorry if that is inconvenient for anybody.
3. This is NOT first come first serve. I will pick the tributes that I think will fit best with this story. You may submit up to three tributes.
4. I do not appreciate flames. Please do not be angry at me if/when your tribute is killed off. There can only be one winner. With that said, if you feel that I am not writing you character to justice or the way you wanted, please feel free to message me.
5. I reserve the right to accept or decline tributes as I wish. To ensure a better chance of your tribute being accepted, make them as interesting and detailed as possible. Really be detailed. Full sentences, paragraphs, the more the better.
6. I will most likely not be taking 24 tributes. I am aiming for 16-18, which then leaves 6 or 8 tributes to be bloodbath deaths. If I receive a large number of tributes, I may reconsider this. If I have not received the tributes I need in two weeks, I will fill spots with my own.
7. The Victor. The Victor will be chosen by myself, and will most likely be done at random. For example, I will decide my top 8, and then pick one of those names from a hat. Ta-da, victor. So how do you get your tribute to win? Well, make them strong, interesting, and have a little luck. Also review, I'm not saying that I'll kill someone off cause you don't review, but...yeah just review please ;)
8. This will be written in 3rd person, but every character will have parts written in thier point of view, it will just be 3rd person. I will try to update every 2-3 weeks. No promises.
9. This is suppose to be fun, okay. I want us to all enjoy this SYOT and have fun, yes. If there are any problems, comments, or concerns, please contact me.
Tribute Form:
Name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age(12-18):
District:
Backup District(just in case):
Personality(full sentences please, and detail):
Appearance(links are fine, but there must be a description as well):
Family(I want name, age, relation, and brief description of appearance and personality):
Friends(same as above):
History:
Hobbies/Special Traits:
Reaping Outfit:
Reaped/Volunteered:
Reaction/Reason:
Who visits them in Justice Building:
Token(if any):
Careers?:
Allies?:
Romance?:
Training Strategy:
Training Score(give me a range):
Weapons:
Strengths(max 6):
Weaknesses(min 3):
Interview Angle:
Interview Outfit:
Games Strategy:
What do they do at the Cornucopia:
Feelings towards Capitol/Games:
Feelings about killing:
Anything else?: