Hi, guys! I'm new here in the Hunger Games fandom of Fanfiction, but I've always seen these SYOT's and I've always wanted to do one of my own. So, yes Nikki is my own tribute in the 80th Hunger Games. I am not biased towards her, believe me. So, here's the prologue, and the tribute form is at the end. Please submit through PM only, and let's get these Games kicked off!

Update 4/4/12: Thanks to everyone who submitted! The SYOT now closed. Any new readers, please continue reading even if your tribute isn't in here! Also, to those who didn't get to submit, my friend and I are going to be co-writing another SYOT that will be posted on my account, so look at for that! Theres also ShadowDragon654's SYOT which is brilliant. She's an awesome writer, so go check her SYOT out and submit, if you will? Tell her I sent you!

District 7: Alyss "Nikki" Fray (16)

The wind rushes through my hair, blowing dark brown strands of hair in my face. I lift my hand up and shove my bangs out of my eyes, so that I can get a good look at where I am. The woods are all around me. Tall trees cast dark shadows upon the leafy forest floor. Through a slight opening between two of the tallest trees I can see a sliver of moonlight shining through. Everything about this place is relaxing; too relaxing. Something's off. I just know it. As I open my mouth to call out for somebody, anybody, I hear a snap of a twig from behind me. Before I even command it to do so, my body is whirling around towards the noise. My teal eyes come to rest upon the familiar outline of my best friend.

"Amber!" I call to her. I'm so ridiculously relieved to see a familiar and friendly face out here. However, instead of answering me, Amber just stares back at me. Her gray-blue eyes are dull and emotionless. Her straight, firey red hair is strewn haphazardly about her face. I take a step forward, reaching my hand out towards her. "Am? You won't believe-" I stopped abruptly at the sight of her face. I couldn't see before, but now that I'm closer to her, I can see all too well. There's a cut trailing from her right ear to her chin. Smaller cuts mar her features around her eyebrows and across the bridge of her nose. She looks so pale. I can feel my eyes get wide at the sight. Who-or what could have done this to my best friend?

"Amber! What the hell happened to you? We need to get you home. I'll fix you up." I lunge for her arm, but she yanks it away from me. My eyes travel upwards to see her face contorted in disgust and fear.

"Get away from me, you monster! You did this to me!" She said. Her voice harsh and cold; I'll be honest, it stung me. I reeled away from her and blinked. Did she just say that I did this? No. I would never. I could never.

"Amb-" The amount of desperation in my voice was pitiful. I hated to hear myself sound so weak, but here was one of my 3 reasons for living in the world standing before me, accusing me of hurting her! How could she think that!

"No!" She screamed and stumbled backwards. "Don't hurt me! P-please!" I just stood there; frozen to the spot where I stood. Why? Why did she think that I was going to hurt her? Doesn't she understand that I would never intentionally hurt her? Somehow, though, Amber seems completely convinced that right at this very moment I was going to harm her in some way.

"I don't understand. I wouldn't-I'm not going to-" I started to say, but a voice eerily like my own interrupted me.

"Oh, but you are. You just don't know it yet. You are going to hurt her. You will, soon enough." I spun towards the voice like my own and came face to face with the exact replica of myself. The only difference was that her mouth was twisted into a slightly manic, and cruel smile. Her teal eyes, which were really mine, were glazed over. If I had to guess, I'd say that this "me" had no idea what really was going on. She seemed to be off in her own little world; either way, she still held a very threatening presence, and it was beginning to make the cold sense of fear start churning in the pit of my stomach. I watched as "I" turned towards Amber, who was still cowering. A bright glint of something caught my attention. My doppelganger was holding a knife about as long as our forearm. It was covered in a sticky, dark red substance. She started walking forwards towards Amb. Amb started shaking harder, and whimpering. I wanted to do something. I wanted more to anything to just tackle my look alike to the ground and demand to know what the hell was going on, but I still found myself unable to move. The familiar sense of panic began to course through my veins as I looked hopelessly back at my best friend, and urged her to run. She didn't run. Damn it, Amber didn't run.

"Please, don't, Nikki. Please. You used to be so different. So, so much different. Whatever happened to you, Nik? Whatever-"Amber's words were cut off by a blood curdling scream that ripped through her throat as the knife descended upon her. I was numb. I couldn't feel anything. I was vaguely aware of a loud buzzing in my head and something wet on my face. My vision began to darken as I watched "myself" stand over my former best friend's body and bend down to whisper.

"The Games happened, Berry." My look alike said, using one of the childhood nicknames that I gave to Amber, "The Games happened, and it's your entire fault that I'm like this now. It's all. Your. Fault."

O.o.O

I woke with a start. The events of my nightmare still fresh in my head. I was trembling; a loud sob slipped through my lips, and I pushed my lips together so that I wouldn't alert my big brother whom I lived with, Jamie, to my crying. I guess it was too late because not more than 1 minute later, he burst through my door. Before I knew what was happening, I was being held tightly to Jamie's chest as he stroked my hair and whispered that it was alright. That it was just a dream. It wasn't though. It wasn't alright. I just had a feeling that nothing would ever be right ever again; and do you know why? Because it's Reaping Day.

You can submit up to 3 tributes, so please do, and I can't wait to read all about your tributes!

General Information:

Name:

Nickname (If one):

Gender:

Age:

District (May be changed if spots are taken):

Hair Color:

Eye color:

Appearance:

Personality:

Family/Friends:

Brief History:*

Reaped/Volunteered:

Reason Why/Reaction:

Reaping Outfit:*

Token:

Chariot Outfit:*

Arena Outfit Ideas:*

Interview Outfit:*

Other Information:

Training Strategy:

Training Score (may be altered):*

Interview Angle:

Arena Strategy:

Weapon of Choice:

Strengths (4, please):

Weaknesses (4, please):

Fears (at least two):

Career (Only Applies to Districts 1, 2, & 4): Y/N

Bloodbath: Y/N

Alliances: Y/N*

If yes, then with who? :

Romance (I'm not going to have too many romances. Once I get all the tributes I'll figure out the romances that will be in the Games): Y/N*

If yes, then with who? :

Anything Else I Might Have Forgotten:*