Let The Games Begin

This is a Hunger Games fanfiction! I do not own Hunger Games; I'm just a fan with a word processor. ;3 Submit your own characters; I will be accepting up to THREE for each district, for a little twist on the Games; the 87th Annual Hunger Games.

(Hehehe! ;3) Here is an example of what your submission should look like:

Name: Insert Character's Name Here

Age: 12-18

District? 1-12.

Token?

Strengths? Good with what weapons, what terrain; etc.

Weaknesses? Fears, physical problems; any other things you think it's important for me to know about your character.

Preferred Weaponry?

Weight? Self explanatory.

Height? Short, tall? You decide.

Description? Give me a detailed description of your character's looks. Remember; flaws set a person apart!

Distinguishing Characteristics? Is your character shy, bold, outspoken, mute, deaf, blind, etc, etc. Tell me all you want me to know!

Backstory? A brief summary of your character's life up to the point of the Hunger Games!

Outfitting? Their Reaping outfit, the parade, interview attire, and IF THEY WIN their victory costume!

What do they love? What kind of things make their heart swell?

What do they hate? What really gets under their skin?

Do they have something they strive to live for? A sibling? A lover? Family or friends? You pick.

Misc. Basically any other things you want me to know.

Fill this form out efficiently and have it in my comment box. All entries will be taken into careful submission, and I enjoy this chance to sort of branch my horizons out a little, hahaa. x3 Enjoy.


My character example! No, I am not biased just because she is my own character. I already have planned that will be one of the twenty three to die before a winner is chosen. It will not be her. Sorry. But, just to give you an idea of what I'm looking for.

Name: Hannie Whitewater

Age: 14

District? 8

Token? A small, two inch doll her oldest sister made for her when she was only two or three. It is her most prized possession. She names it Jettie; and the doll is supposedly only two years younger than she. Made from loose scraps of clothe from the mills, and a dress fashioned from preserved rose petals and hair woven from grass. The Capitol sends the doll back with her on chance and she is buried with it.

Strengths? Having much experience with her hands, she can craft disguises out of leaves and mud at the drop of a hat and is rather quick.

Weaknesses? She is deathly afraid of the dark, and born with chronic asthma so she can't run for extended periods of time. She has a horrible habit of picking at her wounds.

Preferred Weaponry? A bow and arrow or a slingshot are her areas of expertise.

Weight? 86 pounds.

Height? 4' 7"

Description? Being a former cutter, Hannie has scars running up and down her pasty skin, and hair as black as night; lips red as blood. Her nick name is 'Snow White' among the adults fond of her in the factories because of her big heart. Small and weak, with a large scar on her cheek from a machinery explosion that killed two of her sisters. Has a severe case of OCD and likes to bite her nails and lips until they bleed. Striking grey eyes and a scar on the corner of her left eye that is unknown where it came from.

Distinguishing Characteristics? Hannie is a mute, but can hear and see perfectly. By a mute, I don't mean that she can't talk rather that she won't. She is extremely shy to the point of social exclusion. Her hands are her best method of communication and her voice is high and squeaky when you're lucky enough to hear it. Bold in actions when it comes down to it.

Back Story? Hannie Whitewater was born on the seventeenth of October to her parents; factory workers from the poor part of town. Hannie is one of the fifteen girls her mother gave birth to. She has no brothers, but a cousin of hers lived with the Whitewaters for a few years. Him and Hannie were close, and the same age, but he died at the age of nine from Scarlet Fever.

Of the sixteen Whitewater girls, Hannie is one of the surviving seven. (Plus three of her nieces who live their with her. An one nephew.) A quick spreading cancer claimed her oldest sister at the age of eighteen, two of her younger sisters died in an exploding machine incident at the local factory. The Scarlet Fever epidemic claimed three of her sisters in total. Her younger sister was chosen for the seventy second Hunger Games and murdered brutally in front of all of Panem. She works hard in the factories to support her family and takes tessarae to keep them alive.

Her father is bedridden with a terminal tumor in his lungs and is attended to by her house bound mother. That leaves Hannie and five of her sisters to work in the factory for food and living off of their tiny, mediocre garden. Rose soup and cold stale bread define their nightly meals. Being too shy to speak up anyway, she skips school with the other poorer children to work for fourteen hours a day. District Eight doesn't give much reason for an education.

She has only one friend, and she died from starvation when her family were laid off from the factories for a faulty set of blankets. Hannie's best friends are her sister and her pet rabbit, Skip.

Her eldest sister was seventeen, and pregnant. The other sister in the reaping was twelve. No one volunteered for her.

Her family loves the sweet little girl, and are heart stricken to watch her brutal slaughter on live TV. She is buried with her sisters in a small plot of land behind the house, with a simple wooden marker.

Outfitting? At the reaping, she wore a simple faded red sundress held up by a leather belt that has been passed on several times from her sisters before her; it was her dead sisters favorite. She had a thin leather bracelet that she fiddled with until her name was chosen.

For the parade, she presented her districts fine love of clothing by wearing a dress that weighed 47 pounds, made of layers and layers of fireproof crinkly clothe and a thin lacy veil cascading down her back.

Her interview dress was a expensive ball gown woven from silk and made with the finest clothe that the Capitol had to offer. She commented to Ceaser that it made her feel 'like a princess.'

Alas, she did not win and was sent home in a simple wooden box.

What do they love? Hannie loves her rabbit and her family, and the acts of small kindnesses people do for the Whitewaters on occasion.

What do they hate? She can't stand vain or narcissistic people, although she won't admit it to many people.

Do they have something they strive to live for? She wanted to live to watch her baby sisters grow up and Skip to have her babies. She wanted her sister to have her baby and help her raise it from infancy.

Misc. None.

And that's how it should be done! x3 Hannie will be in the Games this year, but she will die as I mentioned before. Submit, submit, submit. The faster the better!

*STILL OPEN!*

Thanks all in advance. Happy Hunger Games!

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