They always told me to be true to myself. Always. Under any circumstance. And, personally, I think I am. People know my name. They don't know me...yet. They know I'm the girl with the long, white-blonde, wavy hair. The one with grey eyes that sparkle in the moonlight. The one who was bound to die.
Why? Because this was the Hunger Games. The 61st one, to be exact. I looked at the boys from other districts, my hair flowing. I ignored the glares. They were jealous of me. My archery skills, my environmental personality. Probably the only girl around here who could ace the nature skills test in the last 11 years. That Haymitch kid, who won, that girl that was from his district, Maysilee… She could do better than me in half my time.
That's why they yell. Insult, if you would. Harass. But this, this? The games. It's supposed to happen. I remember times when I was still back in 11. You could tell I was blushing if my freckles didn't cover it up. That thing, a book, I found. I'm literate, one of the rarest things you may find around those parts. It told me about a girl. From almost 1500 years ago. Called Walk Two Moons. Sal, that was her name. Salamanca Tree Hiddle. And she thought life was bad, losing her mother. Obviously, she hadn't been put to the test of death yet. In fact, that almost became my artifact for the games. But no, it was my little owl charm necklace. The last reminder of home.
I could see the screams and tears as I was dragged from my family. I had to stay tough, turning my back on them when needed most. I obeyed the Peacekeepers. Maybe, just maybe, that's why they didn't come to say good-bye. Besides, they knew I was dead. Bloodbath, probably. My best shot was a day or two then found by the Careers. But that was my best chance, only hope. Now they call my name. For the points. To show off.
"Aspen Pearflower."
I stepped into the now nearly-empty training room. Only things there were a rack of weapons. A target. A training dummy. Thoughts raced through my mind. Show my skills or weaknesses? Trick them? Think like the enemy? I decided to try as much as I could, but ignore the bow. Or the things that I was good with. That took out traps, the bow, and the hidden knives for the inside of your clothes, to surprise your enemy. First, I took out the silver sword and a handful of throwing knives. There were 3 dummies. I felt like a dummy, too. I raised the heavy sword and hacked at the thing. Cotton fell out and I dropped the thing, panting.
Next up were the throwing knives. I had 3; one for throwing by the blade, one by the handle, one for doing whatever. The first, blade, hit the foot. The second missed completely. Finally, I took the last one by my teeth and charged the thing. Then I left without a single word. In fact, I hadn't said one since I had walked in other than my name, age, and district.
That night, I sat worriedly by the television. If I got a good store, that was bad. A bad score, that was ok. But it was really good if I just got an average score.
The names flashed by. The districts. The headshots. Finally, mine appeared. My district partner was already sleeping; his score was pretty good, a 9. I bit my fingernails. I kept mumbling to myself, "More than a 4, less than a 10." I got strange looks from the others but that was fine by me, as long as it was a perfect score. And I got somewhat a good score. I bit my fingernails as Caesar announced, "Aspen Pearflower - 7!" I sighed with relief as the others shook their heads sadly. This was good. I wouldn't be a main target.
Hello people! That was an introduction to True To Yourself, the 23rd Hunger Games! Yes, my character is Aspen Pearflower, the district 11 girl. Updates will be made HERE to the tribute list, here you go!:
*District 1 Boy - Spiral Saloa, 14
District 1 Girl - Nissa Jane Fisher, 18
*District 2 Boy - Veridian Kennington
*District 2 Girl - Kaelin Kaled
District 3 Boy - Nicolai Esmore
District 3 Girl - Naya Sanders
*District 4 Boy - Ryan Huang
*District 4 Girl - Natasha Raywater
District 5 Boy - Lasion Ellery
District 5 Girl - Jeanette Lamore "Jeanie", 16
District 6 Boy - Ren Iveroi, 16
District 6 Girl - Daisy Hoffman, 12
District 7 Boy - Open
District 7 Girl - Belledonna Whyde, 18
District 8 Boy - Avery Malone, 13
District 8 Girl - Gothica Puff, 16
District 9 Boy - Open
District 9 Girl - Mira Saikou, 15
District 10 Boy - [reserved]
District 10 Girl - Evening Locketts, 17
District 11 Boy - Niko McIntyre, 17
District 11 Girl - Aspen Pearflower, 14
District 12 Boy - Open
District 12 Girl - Lissy Anderson
Ok! If it has a * next to it, there's a Career option. Otherwise, I'll make your character a Career throughout the story. There NEEDS to be at least 6 tributes for the next chapter! Also, please submit through PM ONLY! I will not be accepting reviews!
SYOT Form
Name:
Age:
District:
Career (*):
Gender:
Hair:
Eyes:
Physical Desc.:
Skin Tone (ex. Freckles, black, white, pale, tan, etc.):
Pros:
Cons:
Backstory (at least 3 sentences containing 10+ words):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Scared of (ex. spiders, darkness, etc. GIVE 3):
Height:
Weight:
Other:
A GOOD SYOT FORM (yes this is Aspen's)
SYOT Form
Name: Aspen Pearflower
Age: 14
District: 11
Career (*): No
Gender: Female
Hair: White-blonde, like bleached sea beach sand
Eyes: Moonlight grey
Physical Desc.: Small complexion, skinny, a little muscular, flexible
Skin Tone (ex. Freckles, black, white, pale, tan, etc.): Freckly, pale-ish white
Pros: Archery, hidden knives, trickery, environmental things
Cons: Spear throwing, knife throwing, fencing, hand-to-hand combat
Backstory (at least 3 sentences containing 10+ words): Aspen has had a short life with long days containing either misery, boredom, or the same daily routine. She took over her household after her father died of a severe illness; her mother died giving birth. She's one of the better children from 11 at her job; she usually collects apples or blueberries, rarely cherries, from the orchards.
Likes: Animals, plants, the orchards back in 11
Dislikes: Panem, peacekeepers, the games, Careers, districts 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, and 12 for being unenvironmental
Scared of (ex. spiders, darkness, etc. GIVE 3): Death (not coming home), getting ill in the games, showing weakness
Height: 5'5
Weight: 108lbs
Other: She is very lonely, as her father died the year she was eligible for the games. She usually enters a lot of times because she can barely support herself, only being able to smuggle food every day or so.
Okay. Bye!
P.S. My birthday's on Saturday 10/5/13 I'm turning 13 yay! :DDDD