The Capitol, Year 90 A.D.D.

Commodus Wentworth was not an evil man. He was strategic, cold-blooded, and perhaps a little vicious when it came to game-plotting, but he had always thought of himself as a loving husband and father and, above anything else, as a dutiful servant to his country's needs. He never overstepped whenever he met up with the rest of the Gamemakers, and he admired their President with an almost servil-like devotion. Aurelia Rohmer had taken President Snow's place only a few minutes after his death, on a sunny spring morning just before the Hunger Games, and the woman had told Commodus that she intended to honor her father's memory by turning that year's Hunger Games into a fourteen-day ceremony celebrating the late President Snow's life and achievements. Commodus had immediately liked her, a bony-faced, tall woman with pointed cheeks and a very natural appearance for a first-class citizen of the Capitol — she hardly wore any makeup and her clothes were plain and even a little austere, which wasn't exactly common among the wealthier members of their community. They had briefly met for breakfast shortly after President Snow's public burial, and the woman had offered him a mysterious smile as an Avox poured him some freshly pressed pomegranate juice, studying the curls of Commodus's greyish beard and the way his skin was naturally darker than hers, in an almost exotic-like way.

"Would you consider yourself a good Head Gamemaker, Commodus?" Aurelia Rohmer's eyes flickered towards him, an apparently curious expression on her face. Commodus had been told that she wasn't one to sugar-coat things and, while he liked the idea of their new President avoiding Snow's circumlocutions and quirks, the question caught him entirely offguard.

He took a sip from his cup, his eyebrows arching ever so lightly. "I should like to think so, yes. I am diligent and proud of what I have achieved over the past ten years, and I feel as though Seneca Crane's work was never really up to par with what I did after he tragically passed away. Plutarch Heavensbee was a decent Gamemaker — it was terrible to see him go, too — but I think I have outsmarted both of them over the course of the years."

President Rohmer nodded, as though accepting Commodus's reasoning. "Yes, I agree. Last year's Hunger Games were absolutely thrilling, if I am to be completely honest — and I expect nothing less from this year's edition, because every President's first Games set up a precedent for the years to come. You are aware of that, right?"

"Of course, ma'am." Commodus allowed himself to relish on the taste of his bacon, juicy and crispy, and then looked up to his President's eyes again. "We're almost done with the Arena — it will definitely be one to remember, I can promise you that much."

President Rohmer did a pleased smile, then leaned back on her leather chair and took a sip from her mimosa. "Brilliant. I knew you would not let me down, Wentworth." Her smile turned into a broader grin before she nonchalantly added, "It'd be a shame to lose you on my very first year, would it not?"

Commodus's first instinct was to knit his eyebrows into a tight frown, but he had grown used to dealing with the Presidents of Panem and their rather threatening mannerisms. Cruelty came with power, he thought to himself as he finished his scrambled eggs, and offered President Rohmer a confident smile before leaving his napkin on top of the table and bowing his head ever so lightly.

"It will not let you down, ma'am," he assured her, in a cold, shamelessly firm tone. Some might have thought it wasn't the proper way to address the President of their nation, but Commodus Wentworth wanted her to know that he was not scared and that, if anything, her words would only make him work harder and faster towards their perfectly designed Arena.

"Good." President Rohmer offered him a smile, and stood up to offer him her hand before he left. "It's been a pleasure to chat with you for a bit, Commodus. We'll be in touch, won't we?"

"Of course, ma'am," he repeated, shaking her hand in an almost mechanic manner. "Have a good day."

The same Avox that had poured him his juice escorted him outside the Presidential palace, shutting the door behind Commodus as soon as he stepped outside. The man turned around for the briefest of seconds and looked up, only to find President Rohmer observing him from the window. The woman raised her chin at him in an acknowledging way, and he did the same gesture before heading back to the Gamemakers Headquarter, a half-smile on his face. He wasn't an evil man, he reminded himself as he crossed the ample avenue that constituted the Capitol's very centre, but he had almost instantly realized that President Aurelia Rohmer was an evil woman herself. And, as the Head Gamemaker, he would have to do whatever it took to make the 90th Hunger Games resemble the first image that he had had of their new President, just as her Avox poured them pomegranate juice and the bacon that had just been cooked sizzled in front of them, the drops of fatty juice rolling down their perfectly polished plates. Aurelia Rohmer was a dangerous animal, he thought to himself, and he decided right there and then that the 90th Hunger Games had to show the people of Panem the image that had come to Commodus's mind at the sight of their new President taking a secretly vicious bite off her scrambled eggs and bacon, pleased at the perfect taste of it in her mouth.

That of a wolf in sheep's clothing, of course.

Hi there! I decided to start a new SYOT because I feel as though everyone involved in my previous one sort of lost interest and I honestly really wanna have something to look forward to during these weeks! So yeah, this one's set during the 90th Hunger Games — it's not a Quarter Quell, not really, but there will be a lot of twists and changes in the usual dynamics because of President Rohmer's general wrongdoing (hehe). So yes! I'll leave the form down below — I just wanna clarify some stuff before that.

1. Review submissions are more than all right, but please be detailed and try to be as original as you can.

2. I will be accepting reservations, but I might consider other submissions if I deem them interesting enough — I will try and respect everyone's wishes, but it won't be a first-come-first-serve.

3. I might try and come up with some sort of sponsoring system via reviews and everything — I'll try and explain it to you guys later on, but I just wanted to put it out there just so you lot were aware of it from the very beginning.

4. Please think outside the box! I'd greatly appreciate characters who are nuanced, flawed, and overall realistic. It'd also be lovely to write non-white and non-straight characters, but that's obviously up to you kiddos.

So! That's pretty much it for now, honestly. Here's the submission form!

Name:

Age:

District:

Appearance:

Personality:

Sexuality:

Family:

Friends:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Weapon of Choice:

Token:

Reaping Outfit:

Reaped or Volunteered:

Reaction to Reaping:

Interview Outfit:

Interview Angle:

Private Session + Score:

Alliances?:

Romance?:

Strategy:

Preferred Placement:

So yes, that's it for now! I'll post a tribute list in a couple of days or whenever I have a significant amount of submissions and/or reservations. I'm really excited about this one, honestly! :)

-s.