Hi guys! Well, I've participated in a lot of these, and I decided I wanted to make one of my own. I've been thinking about it for a while now, and have come up with a great idea for everything. I just need tributes for the Games now. :) The tribute form is underneath this preview of my writing:

Violet Hamillton

Checking my nifty little pocketwatch, I note that I have a good ten minutes before Faythe arrives to pick me up. So, to pass the time, I make my way back inside the house and over to the hallway mirror. Admiring my appearance, I note that it's almost time for another hair cut. My platinum hair was nearly to my shoulders; ugh. I don't know why, but I can't stand having hair touching my shoulders. It's a silly little pet peeve, but it's one that makes sure I get regular hair cuts.

I do look fabulous. Other than the length, my hair is curled and styled to perfection. My skin has a soft periwinkle glow to it, my face is symmetrical, and my killer claws fake nails are perfectly in place; as are my four inch eyelashes. The purple eye contacts I wear are getting worn out, but are still usable. Just have to remember to purchase more from Dr. Beever on the way home.

With the honking of a horn, I know Faythe has arrived. As soon as I open the door, I'm greeted with the sight of her shiny red car, nearly as scarlet as her hair. She smiles at me as I climb in the backseat, careful not to flash anyone. My too-short mini dress was not the easiest thing to manuver around in. Cat also smiles at me from the front seat, her feline sharp teeth flashing their bright smile.

My two best friends are about as different as day and night. Faythe looked much more District-like than either Cat or I; actually, much more District-like than really anyone in Capitol. She has practically no enhancements. Her scarlet, curly hair is all natural; her skin is just plain pale, not being colored or spray-tanned; and her eyes are the same chocolate brown they've always been. Her figure is completely natural, as well as her small height. Cat and I are trying to convince her to at least get height extentions, but she's refusing. The only enhancement she's ever gotten was lazer-eye surgery so she wouldn't have to wear contacts or glasses.

Cat, on the other hand, is the perfect example of Capitol. Conforming to her name, her ears were transformed into a pair similar to a cat's that stuck out the top of her head; her teeth are all sharpened and bleached to perfect white (because somehow cat's always have perfect teeth); she has a white tail sticking out a small hole in her skirt, and her nails are sharpened and shaped to dangerous perfection. Cat also has cute little whiskers on the side of her face, which stretch as far as her curly golden hair.

The difference between my two friends is so extreme it can almost make your head spin.

"So, what do you think the Quarter Quell will be? I heard it's going to be the grandest ever since it's Snow's last year in office." Cat squeaks excitedly from the front seat, and I try not to giggle. It always amuses me that Cat's voice is so squeaky; it reminds me of a mouse, who's worst enemy is a cat. "Who cares? It's still three years away." Faythe growls, and Cat's eyes show slight hurt, as they always do. She's more sensitive than a small child. Faythe gives her an apologetic smile, and just like that Cat's back to her normal peppy self.

Faythe didn't support the Hunger Games like Cat and I did. She always sympathized with the tributes, and cried for the deceased. I tried to tell her she could sponsor the tributes she would cry for to save them, but her response was that they'd die later on anyway. She never saw the fun or the sport in things. Then again, anything anti-pacifist was a terrible thing in her eyes; even eating meat.

"Well, I was just wondering. I mean, don't the presidents always try to do something special for their last year?" Cat continues on, and I notice the tightening in Faythe's face. "I'm with Faythe; who cares? We've got three years until the Quell. Now, what do you think of my new dress?" I ask, trying to change the subject. Faythe shoots me a thankful smile through the mirror, and Cat begins to compliment me on my mini-dress.

My distraction seems to have worked, as the conversation keeps changing fast enough to give you whip-lash, courtesy of Cat. She tries to bring up the Quell again, but I quickly remind her that we have to get through the 78th and 79th Hunger Games first. As we arrive at the pizzeria, I hear Cat mutter "three more years" as she shuts her door, resulting in the slight-slamming of Faythe's.

Just three more years.

And there's the little preview! Yes, this is the 98th Hunger Games. :) So now, since you know what my writing style is, please fill out this lovely tribute form. Of course, if you would be so kind. :) Please no tributes that have already been submitted into other stories. Should I accept your tribute, then find out they're entered into millions of other games, I will kill them off imediately. I want ORIGINAL characters. Thanks guys :)

Name:

Age:

Sex:

District:

Appearance:

Personality:

Family:

Friends:

History:

Strengths:

WeaknessES:

OPTIONAL:

Token:

Reaping Outfit:

Romance?:

Alliance?:

Please don't give any interview/chariot outfits or quotes. I already have most in mind :) I may say now that I reserve the right to reject your tribute if I want to.

Here are what I have the districts as:

District One - Luxury Items for Capitol

District Two - Stone Quarries & Peacekeeper Training

District Three - Electronics & Technology

District Four - Aquaculture & Fishing

District Five - Plastics & Rubber

District Six - Electricity & Glass Blowing

District Seven - Lumber & Paper

District Eight - Textiles & Clothing

District Nine - Medicine

District Ten - Livestock & Herding

District Eleven - Agriculture

District Twelve - Coal Mining

Thank you everyone for your lovely tributes, and I look forward to working with them. :) You can either PM me them, or comment.