Axta Circe

-The human face is nothing more than a mask-

"Once upon a time,"

As a child that's how my mother started all my stories. Tales of beautiful princesses beating up dangerous villains with handsome princes at their sides.

But from a too young age I knew life wasn't a fairytale.

Or maybe it was. My mother was a beautiful princess and my father a hideous ogre. But no one ever came to save her. She was stuck in her tower for her while life- and I was stuck with her.

I wasn't a beautiful princess and I never got my prince.

But now, things were different. At the age of 50, my father got into a drunken fight. It wasn't anything new, he had came back grinning sickeningly at my mother.

Those nights I heard screams and I would huddle, safe in my blanket with Cinderella and Snow White.

But one night, the shouting stopped. All I heard were quiet sobs. The next day I saw my first body, broken but not bloody.

That was the day I stopped believing in fairy tales for good.

Fast forward 20 years later. I was 31 now and until recently had I lived a life of luxery as the President's second in command. It wasn't like I agreed with him. He was more ogre than king, he wasn't a fair ruler.

One hundred and twenty five years after the rebellion of the seventy fifth and one hundred years since the games started up again. Safe in my Capitol bubble I had never cared about the games until I realised I could use them.

No one had ever denied I was smart. My mother would stroke my hair and call me her genius, my classmates would roll their eyes every time I answered a question, my teachers would refuse to call on me. Even my father would call me a smartass.

I don't think anyone knew just how smart I was. It was a slow plan. Over the course of five years I slowly climbed up, like the handsome prince to Rapunzel's tower.

I didn't have honorable intentions though. I slowly grew close to the president. Slowly but surely my determination pulled off and when 8 months ago, his last second command died of 'mysterious circumstances ' I became his most trusted confidante.

So trusted in fact, he never noticed how his nightly mug of beer tasted slightly different.

I put on a show of sadness but when the president was proclaimed to have no living heirs, who better to take the job than his 'beloved second in command.'

Of course I simply had to take the role. Of course I was sad but I knew that he wouldn't want me to grief.

Before I knew it, Panem was mine.

I wasn't a cruel leader if that's what you're insinuating. That wasn't my plan at all. But it was simply too easy to take out what was planned for the quarter quell and slip it with a suggestion of my own.

No one would ever know.

I began working with the gamemakers to design the Muttations. The tributes would be taken in by the sheer beauty.

But unlike fairy tales: Beauty is only skin deep.

Fluffy bunnies with razor teeth. Gigantic, ugly creatures that you can tame for an advantage. The tributes would be taken on a wild ride, surpassing their wildest dreams.

The winner would have this arena ingrained in their brains for the rest of their life and that was a promise.

And the handsome princes and beautiful princesses never break their promises.

As the whole Capitol listened to me talk about the twist, they all must have thought that this would

Rules:

One:

Follow the form please.

There is nothing more annoying than having missing pieces of a form. I am generally too scared to ask you to add things. GIVE IT UP FOR THE CONFLICT AVOIDER! *cries*

Two:

No Mary Sues/Gary Stues

Why does this even need to be a rule anymore?

Three:

Please submit through PM

Please make the subject your characters name. It's really fucking annoying to have to search for the tribute every time you need it. As you can guess from that rant, this isn't my first SYOT.

Four

Please...

Add in the words 'jelly rabbit donuts' into your submittion. I WILL WEED YOU NON RULE READERS OUT!

Five:

Please stay active.

You don't have to review, (although that is nice) but it would be nice to know that you're reading. It would be really annoying if someone inactive won.

So, there's only 12 slots available so each tribute gets a good amount of attention. You can take up to two slots and sex doesn't matter, which may mean I get a lot of females.

The form won't be posted on my profile, but I'm okay with PMing it to you. I will be making a blog including the tributes, mutts and district partners.

As a note, this is assuming fairy tales are still well known in Panem.

Form

Name:

Age:

District:

Backup District:

Are you willing to put them in any district:

Sex:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Appearance:

Faceclaim:

Favourite Colour:

Clothing Style:

Personality:

Backstory:

Friends:

Enemies:

Family:

Favourite fairy tale:

What were they doing before the reaping:

Reaping Outfit:

Reaped or Volunteer: (please no volunteering for friends/family

Reaping Reaction/volunteering reason:

What did they do on the train:

Chariot Outfit: (District related please (I wish I didn't have to say that))

What would they focus on in training:

What wild they do in their private session:

Predicted score:

Interview Outfit:

Interview Angle:

Quote:

Song that describes them:

Any good death in mind?:

Bloodbath?:

Bloodbath Stratagy:

Drive to get back:

Stratagy:

Would they want an alliance:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Mental State: