Hello Everyone. I am so glad to be getting all these wonderful characters. Keep them coming.
I was told by an Eliminator that my story was illegal because I had too many authors notes. I'm just getting my story started. To prevent more flaming messages, I will write a short random Hunger games story on here and continue to update this chapter instead of making more chapters until I have enough characters. I will probably do 3-6 people's POV, maybe careers, loners, people with allies. I am still picking those. If I don't pick yours, it's not because they are terrible. It's because I want to do a good job on the story. Don't worry your character will be in the story unless you make a person in a district that has been already used.
Current Characters *you may make more than one character
PLEASE, PLEASE SUBMIT THROUGH PM. AS OF THE 2ND OF NOVEMBER, IF YOU SUBMIT THROUGH REVIEW YOUR CHARACTER WILL NOT BE USED.
District 1
Girl-
Boy- Ivan Zetan
District 2
Girl- Vanessa Black
Boy-
District 3
Girl- Finly Jayne Cross
Boy-
District 4
Girl- Krystal Amelin
Boy- Sylvester Sauro
District 5
Girl-
Boy-
District 6
Girl-
Boy-
District 7
Girl- Annette Grayson
Boy-
District 8
Girl- Kitty Gandel
Boy- Griffin Gandel
District 9
Girl- Aura Rose Armistead
Boy-
District 10
Girl- Tawny Embers
Boy- Aries Browning
District 11
Girl- Summer Heath
Boy-
District 12
Girl- Poppy Bubbles
Boy-
District 13
Girl-
Boy-
District 14
Girl-
Boy-
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Here's the form again.
Name:
Gender:
District:
Age:
Family:
Looks:
Usual Outfit:
Background:
Favorites:
Dislikes:
Interests:
Feelings toward Monarchy:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Relationships (friends, enemies, love):
Strategy (games, interview):
Possible Allies:
Chance of Winning 1-10 (be reasonable):
Acts during the Mocking Jay Rebellion:
Volunteered or Reaped (if volunteered, please tell why):
Other:
If you are very detailed I will try to write an interview for your character, but I won't write 24 interviews.
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Here is an example, if you are confused on how to fill it out. This character is random and short made, so if you wanted to do a male from district 5 you can.
Name: Tim Gartle
Gender: male
District: 5
Age: 17
Family: Mom (Elsie, 40), handicapped brother (Max,13), sister (Hattie, 11), father deceased(Jonah, 42)
Looks: Coal black, curly hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes, medium height for age, on lean side, muscles from working in factories.
Usual Outfit: dad's old jeans, old shirts (can't tell color anymore), work boots
Background: Dad died in rebellion when Tim was 12. Younger brother Max has had autism and mom tries hard to support family. Has a mutt dog he always runs with. Loves to run because he hates being trapped in a factory. Has to work in a factory and rarely goes school.
Favorites: running, his family, animals
Dislikes: confined spaces, thought that his sister may be selected for the games when/if he dies this year, seeing his family in pain
Interests: running, training his dog
Feelings toward Monarchy: doesn't care about them as long as they leave his family alone
Strengths: good with animals, far away combat, swimming, running
Weaknesses: close up combat, people, negative side to him
Relationships (friends, enemies, love): enemies- people who tease his brother, love- a girl named Marly likes him, friends- animals
Strategy (games, interview): reveal as little information as possible about himself during interview, see if there are any animals in maze.
Possible Allies: animals in arena
Chance of Winning 1-10 (be reasonable): 7.5
Acts during the Mocking Jay Rebellion: After his father died, Tim hid his family in an abandoned factory. They stayed safe.
Running Strength: Good, can run for long periods of time
Reaped (if volunteered, please tell why): volunteered when Max was picked, didn't want his brother to have to cope with the maze.
Other: doesn't let out his emotions
_Here is a random short story about Prim during Katniss's first games_
An Iris stands for Hope
It was the worst week of Prim's life.
Even worse than the week Prim's dad died. Even worse than the week Katniss couldn't find any food in the woods. Even these than the week where several people of the seam were whipped.
It was the stares everyone was giving her. The sympathetic glances, the pointing fingers, the sad smile. The way the teachers wouldn't call on her at school.
She was in a daze. Every morning, Prim would put on her school clothes and brush her hair, remembering how when her dad was alive and Katniss was here. Her mom would laugh and smile while brushing Prim and Katniss's hair. She would braid Prim's hair after doing Katniss's, while Katniss made breakfast with food her father shot and the food they could buy a few small loaves of bread from the Mellark bakery or the hob. They didn't have much, but they had each other.
Now Prim would make a small breakfast for herself out of the food they still had left and herbal tea for her mom. Despite her sister's warning to her mom not to fall into depression, her mother was a shell. She sat on a chair by the window, curled up in the quilt from her bed with the last family in her hands. Her lips would move, muttering things into the darkness Prim couldn't hear.
Prim knelt beside her mother, shocked that so much had changed. It now felt like Prim was the mom, urging her to eat and rest. Gently, Prim took the picture frame out of her mom's hands and placed the warm tea in them, curling her hands around them.
"Drink this, mom. Please," Prim's voice cracked. All the emotion she had been holding in since the tribute parade and interview was let out in her tears. "Please, mom, Katniss would want you to be strong.
"If you haven't noticed Katniss isn't here and will most likely be dead by nightfall. So don't tell me what to do; you're not Katniss!" Prim was stung by her mother harsh words. She grabbed her knapsack from the table and ran to the front door. But, compelled to turn around at the door, she looked at her mother.
"Mom? I'm only trying to help, " Prim half whispered.
"You can't help; leave now!" At this Prim bolted out the door. The weather was beautiful, blue skies, light fluffy white clouds, a light breeze, warm enough for no jacket- not that Prim had one anyways. The weather seemed like another insult to Katniss's absence. How unfair it was her kind sister was stuck in the games. She probably wouldn't die today; Katniss was too smart for that. But the chances of her coming home were slim.
Prim ran.
She didn't know where she going. She didn't even realize she was crying until she tasted water on her lips. She didn't even feel herself getting tired as she ran. Suddenly, she stopped in front a house. Gale's house. But she didn't want to see their grief stricken faces. She turned and ran until she got to the meadow. There she lied down and wept. The meadow where Katniss and Prim picked berries and the meadow where Prim and Katniss brought Lady her goat to raise. Oh Katniss, I wish you were here. Katniss. Katniss would want her to be brave. Prim sighs and rolls over.
"You know, there is always hope," A voice breaks Prim's thoughts. Rory, Gale's younger brother stands over her. He kneels next to her. "I saw you run past. Are you okay?"
Prim gulps. "Katniss," She chokes out with a sob. Rory scoots over closer to Prim and places his arm around her. She buries her face in his shoulder and cries heartbreaking sobs. When Prim's tears pause, Rory picks a wild purple iris from the grass. "Do you know what an iris stands for?"
"No," Prim manages to say without crying.
Rory smiles at her. "It stands for hope."
Prim smiles at Rory. He really was sweet. "Thank you, Rory. I think we can go to school now."
Rory stands up and offers Prim a hand. She takes it. The iris Rory picked is handed to her and she holds it. Then, with hope, they walk out of the field together.
You can win, Katniss, because we're armed with hope.
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