D1 Reaping bios
Genesis Rebondon 13 years- All of her friends gasped. Genesis had been reaped? Well, someone would volunteer, surely. That's what happened to her sister when she was her age, reaped and put on the stage, then had someone volunteer for her. She was so lucky to live in this district, so lucky to have elders to stand up for her. She walked up to the stage and waited for a good ten seconds. Then, the district representative, Harriet Fursmen called out "Any volunteers?" No response. "Any? Are there any volunteers out there." Well, no one wanted to die. Harriet repeated this twice more, as if begging, pleading for someone to save this girl. Genesis slowly felt the color drain from her face, but she remained as content-looking as possible, which was very well looking. She forced a smile, gave a wave and headed backstage, she was going to die. If a career died in the blood bath, it would be her, yet she was so skilled with her bow and arrow, and such a fast runner, she may make it through the first day, who knows? It began to dawn on her, she was a gifted girl with her physical build, despite being so small, and her aim was impeccable, she could be the youngest victor ever. If she wanted to win, she couldn't think about that, just take it one step at a time, and right now, she needed to say goodbye.

Overon Miston 17 years- Overon couldn't stand the thought of little Genesis having to stand up for herself, even if there was some powerful, stocky boy with her. Overon had to do it himself, he knew the girl would be safe in his hands. So, when the boy tributes name had hardly been called out, Overon volunteered. The other boy simply shrugged, it was almost sure to get a laugh back at the capitol. What was his name? His name was Overon Miston, and he would be helping to create the youngest victor in the history of the games. He would be the most comforting tribute to his teammate that any tribute could be, he even patted her on the shoulder as he walked out.

D2 Reaping bios
Cattingly Harper 16 years- When Cattingly heard her name called out at the reaping, the girls, relieved they hadn't been picked, laughed quietly at her name. Cattingly got her name from her cat-like abilities and stealth her mother also had as she trained when she was a child. Cattingly lived up to expectations, being one of the best people to make a tribute of her age. Unfortunately, her name made her life a living misery, she was bullied constantly at school, even beaten by students superior to her in size; but this is where her abilities were exersized the most, dodging and avoiding blows from her classmates and being able to worm her way out of any situation. A small group of students admired her for this, but now that she'll be in the hunger games, the whole district will be cheering her on. That's what she was thinking as she smiled and waved to the crowd, her brown hair swaying back and forth for the cameras.

Tyke Clerk 16 years- Tyke didn't say a word for the rest of the day after he got picked, his life had already been hard enough, he lost his mother in a medicine factory accident, and left to an abusive father. Of course he trained, every day of the week, like a career who's worthy of winning should, but he only could dream of winning the hunger games, until he reached this age. He was too scared to volunteer before, he knew he was far too young to even stand a chance, but there was a frail little boy on the stage anyway, even if the other boy was 18 Tyke would've volunteered. What did he have to lose anyway? Not much, he was an only child, there would be nothing left to come home to, except fame and glory, so why not give it a chance? Besides, this girl next to him was her teammate, and she certainly seemed to know what she was doing.

D3 Reaping bios

Summer Browling 14 years- Just 14 years old, there was hope, yes, hope that she'd make past the bloodbath. She was ready to cry right then, simply beg for someone to volunteer for her, she was getting tears all over her dress when she visited her mother, saying goodbyes and having one last hug and one last moment of safety in her arms. Then she left, she went forward, on to whatever lied ahead, forward to die. As she left the train station, she thought of her friends at school, her family, then pushed them out of her mind, she had to try and win.

Nowdon Hierston 18 years- Nowdon was almost overconfident in himself, he knew the training had cost a lot for his family, for his brothers and sisters, too, going into that smelly factory to work; but it was happening now, and as he looked over at the small girl, standing there, paralyzed, he knew he had to protect her. She was from her district, and she didn't stand a chance on her own. He stared back at the cameras, he was a career, he wasn't from the district, but he was a career, he smiled, raised his hand. If he was a career, he could match the careers, too, this girl had no idea she stood a very good chance.

D4 Reaping bios

Cheir Proctition 14 years- "And our female tribute is..." Cheir held her breath, then let it go. She had been picked, she was in the hunger games now, it was happening, and it was happening way too fast. She was too young, she was way too young to be in this, but not way, way, way too young. She had a chance, she definitely had a chance, Finnick Odiar, from her own district, she could do it, she had the ability to, it was possible. Of course she was worried about the quarter quell, but every year was a risk for anyone in these games. She knew that if she was in the right place at the right time, she could make it, she would have to train harder than any other week of her life, but she could do it, she could do it. She took a deep breath, and began the process of doing what she had to do to stay alive. She walked out onto the stage and acted like the career she was, strong, quick, practically indestructible, because she was. She was.

Trey Forwing 18 years- It was about time, it really was as Trey made his way up to the stage. Preparing to be whisked away into the justice building, who was this pitiful ally of his? A little girl with red hair, she was definitely a career, but not a strong one, without doubt. The idea that he's have to keep her alive left him annoyed, even a bit nervous, he didn't want to be slowed down by this girl and pay with his life. That would be sad, that would be so sad, he had a little laugh at the thought as he made his way up to the stage. The victor from the 97th hunger games, that amazing girl from this district how was the next tribute handling her place? The girl was waving, happy, smiling, you'd think it was her birthday or something, but Trey was a lethal, tough person, he didn't make little jumpy moves and waves, but he did cross his hands and smile. He actually waved once, just for kicks, just for the fact that he could die by this girls low capability to win, and he needed to get some humor out of life while he could.

D5 Reaping bios

Est Wiston 13 years- She tried, she tried so, so hard to not cry there on the stage, but she did. She was going to die after a few seconds, she knew it, she thought that if she ever had to go to a hunger games, it wouldn't be in these circumstances, where she had no chance whatsoever to stay alive for even a day. She thought of her brother, 19 who had comforted her the morning before, no point in that now. As her mind crossed the thought, she burst into tears right there. No one noticed, but a group of girls were talking to each other, trying to conjure up one another to volunteer for the poor thing, but a handful of peacekeepers were trying to calm her down, comfort her. She was lead off stage and was promised to meet with her mother and brother, have one last goodbye. If only her brother was a year younger, but then he would probably die at the hands of the careers, Est didn't want that, she didn't want anyone she knew to die, let alone herself, but she was in the games, and there was no use. One last goodbye.

Ame Geneder 15 years- Ame felt an odd tension in the air, a suspenseful feeling that he knew held his fate. Seeing that girl break down into tears, watching her physically collapse right up there, then getting picked, it was a lot. Whatever, he'd have a whole week, then he could at least survive a few days, then maybe get himself killed. He had had an okay life, a little sister and older brother, who might be picked into the games next year, maybe even for the quarter quell, but he wouldn't have to live through that. He did his best to look like he was going to protect the little girl, keeping a good composure, smiling, waving, then being led to say goodbye. His emotion for anyone had gone away, his being called up in the reaping had washed away any concern for his family, any concern for winning. He was going to die, and he didn't care, he honestly, truly didn't. It wouldn't be his problem to suffer the emotional toll afterwards, so what was the point of doing it now? Nothing, nothing except to keep his life. To keep his life. Then, just like that, his emotions were back, he wanted to come home, kill all the careers and come home to fame, it all came back. Fortunately, it was right when he went off the stage.

District 6 reaping bios

Ruby Emerand 14 years- "Ruby Emerand!" No, it couldn't have happened, it was impossible. It was impossible! No, no it wasn't impossible, it was happening right now, no! It can't, it just simply can't, but it was, it sunk in, it was happening right now, not in a nightmare, not in a wandering of the thoughts, it was real. Ruby had wanted to close her eyes and pretend it wasn't happening, that she'd wake up in her bed or she would be back to studying a model of a train or some method of transportation. No, it was now, and the fact that there was no way to be thankful it wasn't happening stung her from her toes to her forehead. Quietly, she made her way to the stage, and that was it, there was nothing else, it was happening.

Mattias Werth 13 years- The little pair was hopeless, as hopeless as... well... two little tributes in the hunger games. He didn't think he would make past the first day, he didn't even want to, no he didn't, he wanted to just run in and wait to die. For his mother, though, he wouldn't, he would make it as far as possible in the games, then die. He couldn't fantasize over winning, because he wouldn't, his mother and father would never see him again. Oh well, he left the stage with his head down, trying to hold the tears in. It made him feel a little better when he saw that the girl was hysterical sobbing and convulsing with each breath, at least he might be better than someone. Waiting for his parents to show up, and waiting for the last goodbyes, and in that moment, he found out he wasn't tougher than the girl after all.

District 7 Reaping bios

Jay Upperdom 17 years- Jay felt her blood seize to flow in her veins, she couldn't believe it, the hunger games? She wasn't that kind of person, or was she? She, of course, wasn't the kind of person who would go around killing others, but as she walked up onto the stage, everyone knew her name. She was the one who acted a bit immature, jumping from trees as they fell, coming way to close to ones that were to be cut down, she was playful, in a dangerous way. Nevertheless, she knew when she had to come to her senses, she rescued a small boy who's arm had impaled on a branch the year before as the tree fell. No one volunteered, it was suicide in any other district besides careers districts, but as she stood quietly on the stage, she knew she had a chance. She was tall, she could run fast, and like all kids from district 7, my god could she swing an ax. She would be a good teammate for whatever boy would be picked next, let alone a good victor.

Rye Infer 16 years- Well, he had Jay for an ally, that wasn't so bad, was it? No, as a matter of fact, it was not, she wasn't that bad of a tribute, not at all. She could do a lot of things that he couldn't, and that made a good ally, right? Maybe he could do things she couldn't maybe he had something to offer, maybe the two could win, maybe. Rye looked over to the girl, who simply stood, she didn't look sad, or surprised, she simply looked over the crowd of boys and girls, meeting their gaze of sympathy. After what might as well have been an hour, they left, both of them silently knowing that for once, the odds were perhaps in their favor.

District 8 Reaping bios

Kiren Dissex 16 years- No tears, there musn't be any tears. Kiren slowly made her way up to the stage, how she wished she was a career, how she wished she lived in a district where someone would be able to stand up for her. This wouldn't happen, she was nothing but a starving girl that would probably die in the blood bath, what chance did she have? None, no hope of coming home, one slip of paper with her name on it had killed her, just one name drawn out. She had to support her family as best as possible, all those extra slips for that grain and water that still couldn't help her family had sent her into these awful games, if she hadn't been starving, maybe if she lived in district 2 this wouldn't have happened. It was too late, she was here, alone, standing on this stage, waiting for her last friend ever to come up.

Loran Parth 15 years- "Everyone give it up for Kiren Dissex!" No one made a sound, not even a cough. Loran of course didn't want to get picked, but knew it was likely. "Our male tribute is..." It couldn't be him, there were so many others with so many more names in that ball. "Loran Parth!" Loran, one step at a time, up to the stage, misery, maybe even sympathy, a victor from 8 seemed so laughable, even district 12 managed to cough up a few of them, but only one of the 4 victors lay on the stage alive for district 8. It was laughable, yes, Loran was a joke, just like this girl next to him.

District 9 Reaping bios

Tylah Cisstain 15 years- What could she do to help herself in the games? Grow grain, maybe? The people in district 11 could do that, and more, she couldn't compete with that, no she couldn't. She could steal things, she stole rations of grain from the field whenever one of her family members looked like they might be starting to die of starvation. She could probably eat more in the arena than in here, in fact, many of the kids here would give up a life of starvation and pain to have a few days of being well fed, then simply dying. She, in a sick twisted way, was pretty lucky to be able to spend a full week eating the best food on earth. The rest of the girls could practically taste the food at the capitol as she stood on her wobbly legs.

Ari Sidetrot 15 years- He had to get home to his family, he had to at least try. His family depended on the profit he brought in, his family depended on everyone's profit, without it, his 9 other siblings couldn't survive on their own with mom and dad. It would be scary once it actually began, once he rose and saw the other tributes standing just a few yards away from him, now able to kill him without hesitation, but he had to try. He took his place by the sad faced girl next to him, shook her cold hand, and at that moment he realized that she couldn't be allies with him, she wasn't going to try. So, as the two walked backstage, he didn't even look at her, just at the video camera taping the whole depressing event. Hello hunger games.

District 10 Reaping bios

Ashes Fenway 16 years- Ashes spared the life of an animal, and this was what she got in return. When she was working in the livestock factory two years ago, she was packing up already skinned and gutted meat. Then, she saw a little cattle on her way back, so small, so helpless, she didn't deserve to die. So Ashes slipped the cattle into her small, frail coat, it was so small and scrawny it fit, then she carried the poor little thing home. She took good care of it, taking its milk and feeding it grass from the fields of the other livestock who still had a few months to live. Now, she had to leave it behind forever, she certainly wasn't going to win, she was going to die, the most she could do was tell her mother how to take care of Mayberry, the small little cattle that was going to live longer than her.

Antony Himmenway 14 years- All those names for all his family members, he couldn't have gone long without having to go to his death. He hated it, he hated it so much for the fact that he had no choice, that he had to support his family or die of starvation. Well, at least he had something of an ally, this girl was older than him, so he wasn't alone in this. He didn't want to say goodbye to his parents, his friends and his brothers, no, not them, they were too young to even think about death. He had to go, though, because no one would volunteer of course, and he was being led away from the crowds, away from his home and safety, and for the last time, he saw district 10.

District 11 Reaping bios

Lilly Yarrow 12 years- Her name was one name! Out of thousands upon thousands of slips, how was this possible? She closed her eyes and remembered the awful dream she had that August night, she had been stung by tracker jackers, almost a fatal dose of venom; but the dreams that were brought on were awful, she was reaped the very first year, put in an awful costume, a humiliating interview, pathetic training score; but when the blood bath came, she was the last to die, slowly and painfully ripped apart by a group of careers, one by one, her organs removed from her body until she could finally no longer breathe. She then woke up, sweating and free of venom, her mother hugging her with relief. She was just ten then, it was a miracle she had survived the tracker jackers, and it was a happy time for her family, but now it was real. It was really happening, she was going to be ripped apart, slowly, piece by piece, like she'd seen before so many times happen to other tributes. She was almost desperate for someone to volunteer for her, but no one dared suffer the same fate as her. No one dared.

Roret Jiste 15 years- He had to keep this little girl alive as long as possible, he had to. It was almost required of him, not only was she his ally, but he had the guts to stay alive along with her. Maybe they could tough it out until the end, maybe not, but they could definitely last a few days on their own, a few days. Some time in the capitol then a few days, that was all he'd give himself.

District 12 Reaping Bios

Raceil Walsh 15 years- This wasn't happening, she squeezed her sister's hand as she passed the 12-year-old's one last time, she began so cry softly. It was happening, yes it was, but she had optimism, she knew that one word could keep her alive: Katniss. She had won so seemingly well, so easily, well not easily, but she won with her now husband, Peeta. Katniss Everdeen was her only hope for her to get past this absolute nightmare, Haymitch was having his liver treated of cancer which would take a good long time, so she had Katniss all to herself, and Peeta could mentor whatever boy that was going to die in the blood bath within seconds of the opening gong. She had hope, she definitely had that much.

Daniel Antononthy age 14- Oh well, you can only live so long in life anyway. Besides the hunger games, people were keeling over from starvation 24/7. Daniel knew he didn't have much time to begin with anyway, he knew it by his protruding ribs and the rest of his prominent structure, pushing against his skin. That girl had so much of a better chance than him, he didn't want to slow her down, he'd simply run forward and die, that would be it, hopefully the victor wouldn't be a career, but someone else instead. He'd be doing the victor a favor, in that case, giving them one less tribute to face. He didn't want to stand the emotional toll of being a victor, the nightmares, the aftermath, the rest of his life. Oh well, you can't win them all.

Next, I do the train rides, I would suggest around now choosing a tribute to root for, since there's no real time in anyone's life to read every single one, but it's Christmas break, so why not? This wasn't a SYOT either, I made the tribute myself, not that I didn't trust people, it was just these things:
1. This is my first hunger games, and I'm not 100% about doing a SYOT
I am worried about:
2. Not getting enough tributes, and taking two years to get a full hunger games ready
3. Getting too many tributes and not having the time to find the best one
4. Being pressured into making an interactive overcomplicated system where you can sponsor your tributes and stuff like that, then having it lead to the point where there's no plot to follow
5. Not being able to do anything near to the end of the games, since the characters have no legit chemistry since they were created by two almost complete strangers.
6. Not being able to do anything in the beginning for the same reason.

And yes, I'm trying to build characters, I thought I could try and see what it was like to write a hunger games day by day, and still try to make it intense, sort of like a game maker. It would be cool if readers could talk about the hunger games like citizens of the capitol, say who you think is going to win, who's going to do this etc.

Also, out of sheer laziness I've decided to just not add district tokens, it just seems a bit random and too small to be so important to me. I know what I said about building characters, but I just want to try and make a good plot. Tell you what, I'll only add the district token if it's important in the story, for you guys.

Tune in next time for some train ride stories, as well as some viewers from the districts back home! Peace out.