THG - Character Thread
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				Title: <strong>THG - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 07:02:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Hunger Games</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Thread</span></span></div><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Tagging System</span></em></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">insert 150X200 image here</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <br><strong>Division:</strong> <br><strong>In an alliance with:</strong> <br><strong>HP Count:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=15]insert 150X200 image here[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Division:[/b] <br>[b]In an alliance with:[/b] <br>[b]HP Count:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] </code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 07:51:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Character Template</strong></span></span></div><br><strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Division:</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> (16+)<br><strong>Gender:</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">Insert 150X200 image here</div><br class="clear_left"><br><strong>Height:</strong><br><strong>Weight:</strong><br><strong>Eyes:</strong><br><strong>Hair:</strong><br><strong>Skin tone:</strong><br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong><br><strong>Physical Description:</strong><br><br><strong>Likes:</strong><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong><br><strong>Fears:</strong> (A real fear, nothing like 'I'm awkward.')<br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><br><strong>History:</strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Division:[/b]<br>[b]Age:[/b] <br>[b]Gender:[/b]<br><br>[floatleft][img padding=15]Insert 150X200 image here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Height:[/b]<br>[b]Weight:[/b]<br>[b]Eyes:[/b]<br>[b]Hair:[/b]<br>[b]Skin tone:[/b]<br>[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b]<br>[b]Physical Description:[/b]<br><br>[b]Likes:[/b]<br>[b]Dislikes:[/b]<br>[b]Fears:[/b] <br>[b]Personality:[/b]<br><br>[b]History:[/b]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 10 - Adelaide Juniper Colton</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 23:13:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Adelaide Juniper Colton<br><br><strong>Division:</strong>District 10<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br>(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Rp%20characters/Adelaide.jpg)<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5’0”<br><br><strong>Weight:</strong> 125 lbs<br><br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Light Blue<br><br><strong>Hair:</strong> Pale Blond<br><br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Lightly tan<br><br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Has a small burn on the inside of her left arm from a branding accident. A scar on the left side of her body from a runaway steer, it goes from her hip to right under Adelaide’s breast.<br><br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Even though she is short, Adelaide knows how to make herself notice. Windblown blond hair hangs loosely when not thrown into a simple ponytail, the length barely reaching her shoulder blades as anything longer would get in the way. Adelaide's skin is lightly tan from hours spending outside with the animals, fingernails chipped and uneven due to years of hard work. Her eyes are what her mother calls sky blue, and one of her most attractive features.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Adelaide enjoys the smell of the outdoors, the feel of rough leather against her skin. She will spend hours practicing with an aged whip that was given to her by her Grandfather. Along with being proficient with a whip, she is also handy with a lasso. Able to rope just about anything within her eye sight. Most of all Adelaide loves singing sometimes found singing to the new born animals when out in the pastures.<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> A strong hate for anyone that shows laziness. Disapproves of ones that are arrogant or takes advantage of the weak. Those that use manipulation in their favor and fakes kindness. <br><br><strong>Fears:</strong> Enclosed spaces, when she was five she was accidentally trapped in the meat locker. Ever since Adelaide tries to avoid any sort of small place if trapped she will start to have a small panic attack. Most of all Adelaide fears Trackerjackers. A while back a group of farm hands and cattle got into a nest of them near the property line. She knows firsthand what horrible things they are capable of and how horrifying the results are.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Has a free of spirit that is allowed, Adelaide is polite and well spoken due to dealing with business transactions on her family’s farm. A huge animal lover she will often take care of the runt of any litter. Many say she is a natural with animals, able to calm down the wildest of beasts.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Growing up in District 10 on a modest farm, she was always around animals and nature. When Adelaide was four she faintly remembers watching her oldest brother compete in the Hunger Games, sadly he was killed the seventh night when his ally turned on him. Since then she secretly hated the games for taking away her brother. Always wishing that one year The Capitol could quit and no one else would have to lose a loved one. <br><br>Living on the farm was good for her, at times feeling as if The Capitol couldn’t reach them on their tiny plot of land. While working among the animals Adelaide uses a whip to help guide the herds. Never hurting them she simply grazed the cow’s side to make sure they went the right way. Even when not working she would still practice with whip, not wanting to get rusty and hurt an animal. Most of the time though she can be found simply sitting on the fence singing, enjoying the fresh air that District 10 had to offer when the factories weren’t in full effect. <br><br>Once Adelaide reached the age of sixteen she was fearful of becoming a tribute once the Hunger Games rolled around. The first year she was lucky and though she felt sorrow for those chosen, she cried into her pillow that night in relief at not being the one to leave. Still the threat loomed over her head and the following year, now the age of 17 she stood there with several other girls in the straight lines and sorted by age. <br><br>Dressed in the cleanest and best dress she owned, hair gently pulled back into a bun. Adelaide could feel her heart skip a beat as her name was announced over the sound system, the District Representative simply smiling as if they won a large reward. Eyes wide with disbelief she was escorted up to the stage, even now she barely remembers the day, everything happening in a blur. The thought of having to fight against a fellow member of the District and countless others dulled her senses. Mainly in shock she didn't talk or speak to anyone except her family when they came to see her off. Adelaide can't even recall the trip to The Capitol, everything just blurring together in the end.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by Alysanthia</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 4 - Sean Wingham</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 08:39:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sean Wingham<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 4<br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.cutehotguys.com/16731-1/Sunshine+charming+handsome+young+man+_2_.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 6'2"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 188 Lbs.<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Green<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Light<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> None<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Though not particularly muscular, Sean has speed and ferocity to spare. His features are well defined and sharp, from his eyes to his abs. His skin is very pale and his most striking feature are his eyes which can communicate his emotions clearly, sometimes against his will.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Books, bread, family, feeling powerful.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> The Government, wealthy people, feeling powerless.<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Dying alone, being alone, Being forgotten. And spiders, F#ck Spiders!<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Brash and often confrontational, Sean is rebellious and protective of himself and his emotions. He's been cautioned several times by friends and family that he can't continue to go through life with a chip on his shoulder without gathering the attention of The Government, but his rebellious nature wouldn't allow him to listen.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Son of a baker's assistant, Sean was too small to remember his older brother who was selected as a Tribute in the Hunger Games sixteen years ago. His brother, as most tributes do, died in the Arena and from that day, Sean's father dedicated himself to not letting the same happen to his second son, though he would never admit it out loud. Sean never really understood why it was so important that he go running every morning, or camping at every possible opportunity.<br><br>When pressed, Sean's father always said that the reason for his obsessive parenting strategy was because he was trying to turn him into a man. He'd never admit that the training was related to the Hunger Games or the son he'd lost, but it was sort of an understanding between them.<br><br>As Sean reached his teenage years, his father realized his dream of opening his own bakery. The new job meant that his father no longer had time to spend with Sean and it led to his son's rebellion. He felt abandoned by his father and his brother who he'd never known and started causing trouble in school and at home. <br><br>It's been a secret hope of Sean's for years to participate in The Hunger Games as a tribute. He's very full of anger but only time will tell if that proves to be an advantage or a liability.<br><div align="center"><strong>Played by DomShark</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 2 - Alexis Valhorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 22:31:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alexis Valhorn&nbsp; <br><strong>Division:</strong> District 2<br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Alexis.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5’5”<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 138<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Medium brown with a swirl of green. <br><strong>Hair:</strong> Dark brown<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Pale<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> She has a scar that looks similar to an arrow head on her left wrist. Also a scar that starts at the top of her shoulder and runs down her arm to the tip of her elbow that was caused by a sword.<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> She's of average height, with long dark brown hair that is usually pulled back into a simple braid. Her sister always commented on how beautiful her hair was, so she decided to keep it long in memory of her sister. She’s pale from being in the mines cutting stones and in the factories where the weapons are made. Her nails are cut short so they don't get in the way of her work. She looks pretty fit; her muscles are just visible enough to know she has strength. <br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> She likes to read when she has the time to. She likes to practice with the weapons her and her family makes when she sneak off and do so without getting in trouble. She also likes to spend hours watching people move about their day, watching their movements, their awkwardness, and the way they hold themselves when they are angry, sad, happy, or anxious. <br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> She dislikes the capitol even though she lives in better living conditions than most of the other districts. She dislikes the fact that everyone around her doesn't seem to care. She dislikes bloody meat, any green foods, and the color yellow.<br><br><strong>Fears:</strong> She fears heights and wild dogs.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> She used to be very energetic and happy with her life, but after the death of her sister, she became closed off from everyone. She's now pretty quiet around everyone, including her parents. She keeps to herself when she can, and only talks when she has to. She focuses on her job and when she can practice for the Hunger Games. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Two Hunger Games ago she was the perfect daughter and sister. She looked up to her sister with every fiber of her being. She thought nothing of the Capital or the Hunger Games. She and her sister were inseparable, they worked in the same area together, cooks dinner together, laughed at jokes together. They never did anything that could get them in trouble or their family in trouble, but when that fateful Hunger Games came around, her sister's name was drawn and no one took her place. Her sister was willing, she told Alexis that she'd win for her and she's come back for her. <br><br>The day Alexis had to watch her sister die, was the day she cut herself off from everyone around her. She started hating the world and everyone in it but then soon pin pointed it to just hating the capital and anything that dealt with it. From then on she started illegally practicing for the Hunger Games. She knew she wasn't ready last Hunger Games, but this one she feels she will be able to win. She has spent time practicing with the swords, knives, and bows that her District is forced to make for the capital. The only time she had been suspected of using those weapons for gains of her own was when she cut her self with the sword against her shoulder and the arrow head on her wrist. Other than that, no one knew anything of what she was doing, that or they didn't care. <br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by Gracefulskai</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 11 - Varin Partlow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 04:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Varin Partlow<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 11<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/anthonywhite.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5'10"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 175<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Green<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Tan<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Tattoo on his inner bicep of a sheaf of wheat which he got the night his name was drawn for the games.<br><br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Varin is a handsome youth with striking green eyes and features that are almost effeminate which is in contrast with a lean, muscular body earned by years of hard work. His hair is black and cropped close to his head, his skin lighter in tone than most of his friends and family. He has an infectious smile and a slow, confident stride, both of which seem to invite interest.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Attention, music, the little comforts, sweets<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Complainers, mean drunks, his biological father <br><strong>Fears:</strong> Deep water, being a nobody his whole life<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Varin has an easy smile and a devil may care attitude that would seem to indicate he's at peace with his lot in life. His looks always drew him attention and he's learned to use that and is already quite popular back in his district. But even with this advantage, nobody in district 11 gets away with shirking and he was never one to draw negative attention to himself by slacking off so he knows how to work though it could be said he's something of an opportunist. He prefers to remain in the company of friends as much as possible because when he's alone the smile tends to fade and he has too much time to think about the long, dreary grind his life will inevitably be.<br><br><br><strong>History:</strong> Varin was born into a big family, pretty status quo for the district, though before he hit his teens he lost three of his siblings to childhood illness and accident. These early deaths made a big impression on him and he became determined to get the most out of life anyway he could for as long as he could. His family was broken, his father struggling to keep everything together while his mother was out catting around and trying to get out of work anyway she could which eventually led her to being arrested for theft and disappearing from the family altogether. Varin became estranged from his father, however, when they got in a argument and it was revealed that Varin was someone else's child from one of his mother's affairs. Worse, he was the bastard of a peacekeeper his mother had been sleeping with for extra rations. Sickened by the revelation, Varin left home after that and lived a&nbsp; bit like a gypsy, staying with friends and his mother's relatives, each for a time before moving on to the next one, never quite losing a sense of shame over his parentage. Varin is a talented singer and was often called upon to perform at gatherings and occasions such as weddings and funerals. It's the one thing in life he truly loves.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by Niferbelle</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 1 - Diamond Winters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 01:51:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Diamond Winters<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 1<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Hunger%20Games/images-5-1.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8”<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 120 lbs<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> A tawny brown.<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Medium brown with natural highlights. Reaches mid back with a natural wave to it.<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Light tan<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Thin but neatly healed scars all over her back.<br><br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Diamond is on the taller side and is easily described as both athletic and curvy. She is considered quite the heart-breaker in her district with many suitors seeking her father's favor hoping to marry her since to them she represents both the inherent strength and beauty of her namesake. She rarely smiles or laughs genuinely though few are able to tell.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Quiet moments alone (she doesn't get many), dancing, working with her hands to make something useful or beautiful, freedom, oranges. Finely crafted knives.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Being watched, her parents, those in power, having her hand forced, intense heat.<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Nothing! ...at least that's what she'll tell you. Really she fears turning out like her family or those in the Capital, being restrained, marriage, and fire (as in an out of control fire, not a camp fire or small flame).<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Diamond is fierce, commanding, unafraid, and utterly ruthless... all because she has to be. Outwardly, she is good at playing up whichever attributes she feels best suits the moment, however, most often she appears somewhat cold and aloof, choosing to keep to herself. It is easy to assume she is more than a little arrogant, vain, conceited and even dimwitted but really, more than anything, Diamond is cautious and observant. A life under her parents thumb and the watchful gaze of her District has taught her to purge all weakness or hide it like hell.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Flawless. That's what her father called her. He'd raised her to be his flawless Diamond, the one that would keep their family in the limelight while others faded away. There was never any question that she would volunteer to be tribute at some point and that she would come away a victor, nevermind the fact that she hadn't wanted that for herself. She would do it because her family demanded it of her and that was that.<br><br>Diamond was born in District 1 to a wealthy family. Her father had been a Victor some years ago and with the fame and fortune his survival guaranteed him came a life of privilege and comfort and yet there too was an odd sense of duty. Her father felt that as a victor he was expected, no, needed to produce a victor in the next generation for his family and his district. He had four children, three boys and one girl, and each was trained to be the very picture of perfection. They would be prime specimens of physical prowess while also maintaining the shiny veneer of a wealthy family.<br><br>Diamond, despite being the youngest, was pushed just as hard as her brothers if not more so. She attended the required schooling and learned all the necessary skills that would allow her to smoothly transition to the workforce when she needed to to keep up appearances. Of course, with her father still living and her mother the Mayor's daughter, it was unlikely she would need to any time soon. Still, Diamond liked the quiet times she spent creating something that would later be used or admired. In her off time she practiced her hand to hand combat techniques and found a particular skill with throwing knives and short blades. She was not allowed to indulge in any mischief and frivolous pastimes were shunned in favor of “practicing”. Under her father's rigid demands she quickly learned to be what he expected and nothing less or suffer punishment. <br><br>Like her brothers before her, once Diamond was of age she entered the pool of potential tributes, the selection process being a bit different in their district since many chose to volunteer. It was decided before hand that she was one of their strongest candidates and that she would claim the female spot in her last year of eligibility. Though she didn't want to, she knew her life would be a living hell (or ended outright) if she refused to volunteer so when the time came she stepped forward and did as she was told. <br><br>Diamond now views the games as a way out. She figures she will either emerge the victor and be free of her father's nearly abusive control (nevermind that she will assuredly become a puppet of the Capital) or she will die in the arena and forever be beyond his grasp. Her desire to live and truly know freedom (or what passes for it these days) drives her. Something inside of her will not let her just lay down and die so she will fight, and she will win... one way or another.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by Kokaine</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 4 - Ari King</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 20:49:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ari King<br><strong>Division:</strong> Division 4<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/AmyLeeHotPicclothing.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 117lbs<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Pale Cream<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> heavily calloused hands<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Thin and willowy Ari is striking with such dark coloring against light skin tone that even exposed to a great deal of sun never seemed to tan. She has long legs and it a bit lanky but in an oddly elegant way, she has small curve that accent her hips and chest though they're understated because of her general lack of body fat.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> The ocean, swimming, strawberries, the smell of the rain, storms in general, running, and singing.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Jelly fish(those little buggers sting), chattery people, crowds, and the color yellow.<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Loosing people and the peace keepers.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Ari is near completely anti social. She is confined and often haunty with other. She is nearly always smirking like she's in on a secret the rest of the world is not. Besides her father she interacts with few people though in her youth she was very social and was known for her quick wit and easy smile. When she does talk with others or interact she is distant often using sarcasm to keep others at arms length from her, besides her father she is a solitary person driven by her one desire to escape an average mundane life.<br><br><strong>History:</strong>Ari's life was a happy one for the first part of her life. Her dad was a fisher and a good one too. Her mother was a healer who helped the locals and together they created a comfortable life for Ari who lived in a rather easy life. In school she was popular and happy making friends easily and enjoying herself. She was a vibrant girl who laughed easily and smiled often. She was pretty and energetic too smart at times and was far too stubborn for her own good.<br><br>This probably would have been blessedly easy for Ari her whole life if it weren't for her mom. Ari's mother Samantha was caught selling some of the capitals precious drugs to those that needed them as part of a smuggling ring who stole them from the Peace Keepers. Though the locals regarded her of something of a hero for helping those in need the Peace keepers weren't of a like mind. They made an example of Samantha the only guilty person of the ring they could find. Ari came home from school to find out the Peace Keepers had killed her mother.<br><br>She changed over night after that. She withdrew into herself and started working on her fathers boat instead of going to school. From him she learned a great deal from how to tie knots and weave to how to use a knife to gut a fish and in private to defend herself. She worked hard but as she grew up she had no direction. She wanted nothing of the life her mother and father had shared for she feared loosing anyone she loved. she didn't want mundane. She craved excitement and thrilled to risks. Locals called her crazy for she did things that paralyzed others with fear laughing with mirth as she did.<br><br>One day watching the games she'd smirked and nudged her father, "I'm going to win that." he'd given her a grave look and stared at her for a long time, "I'd often wondered if you'd bother to tell me." She'd flushed then turning away. She'd played with the idea of volunteering for a few years now though she hadn't realized she'd been so obvious in her musings. She could imagine no future she wanted and she lived for the thrills of life. What could be more thrilling then fighting for ones life in the games?<br><br>After that the focus in her life changed. Though she was willing in a passive way to throw her life away her father was not. He paid every extra cent he had to see her trained by those who knew how. She learned to use a trident and a rope, a knife and even a slender light weight sword. Her body took on a hardened quality it had lacked while she worked for her father. She ran and swam every day and at 16 was in her top physical condition.<br><br>Her father was still trying to talk her out of going but she was determined. Her old friends were marrying her father was getting offers. She loathed the idea of a married life, she didn't want attachments. This was her chance, her escape. This year she'd spare some poor unprepared girl the trials of having to face the prospect of her own death and would take her place and seek the thrill she craved.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by LimitlessNikkie</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 11 - Kainene Morgan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 20:00:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kainene Olaana Morgan (http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhwp9wuV9p1qfx423o1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Division:</strong>District 11<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly4q5hjS4P1qfhdw7o1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Height:</strong>5’7<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 115<br><strong>Eyes:</strong>Green<br><strong>Hair:</strong>Brown<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Caramel tone<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong>Scratches on her hands and arms<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> Her skin is a bit tanned from working out in the fields throughout hot summers. She's fairly small due to lack of food to go around the village, but it's the perfect size for stealth. <br><br><strong>Likes:</strong>&nbsp; Food, water, pleasant memories, and shelter<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong>The Capitol, whips, sleep, nightmares<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Whips, Trackerjackers <br><strong>Personality:</strong> Before the abrupt death of her family, Kainene was a friendly girl, who was willing to give a friendly smile to anyone around her. She always enjoyed being around her small group of friends in the fields. Yet the death of her family made her cold towards anyone who might attempt to speak with her. Rather than handle her grief in a productive way, she has blocked out most of her emotions in the hopes of forgetting the pain of their deaths. She’s still plagued with nightmares of her mother’s screams. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Growing up, Kainene heard stories of how the world used to be from her father before Panem formed since he’d heard the stories from his own father. He hoped these tales would make his daughter have hope for the future, for something better than the meager lifestyle in front of her, but all it did was confused her. She did not understand why the Capitol sought to punish them so severely for crimes her family did not personally commit. They were put in charge of harvesting and planting a variety of different herbs and vegetables for the better districts. Her family did not live in what was considered the nice side of town so it was always difficult for them during the colder months when rain would drip from the roof. One might expect for them to eat better than others since there was a source of food around them, but there were strict punishments for eating from the trees. So every day and the random night, her family was forced to tend to the trees without having barely a bread crumb at home to eat for themselves. Due to her curiousness, Kainene got too close to trackerjacker nest. She fell from the tree trying to get away from them while running towards her mother. Both of them received stings, but her mom managed to protect her from the worse of them. To this day, she hates the sight of them due to the memory of their aggression without relenting until destroyed or calmed down with smoke.&nbsp; <br><br>When her mother became sick, her father began to steal potatoes from their workplace with the hopes of helping her mother fight back against the illness. Her father never took more than necessary, just enough to feed her mother since she needed more strength to stay alive. When he was caught, the Peacekeepers whipped him until the skin on his back was ripped and raw, but he bravely continued to steal with the hopes of helping Kainene’s mother get well enough to live. He was caught two more times before one of the guards decided to kill him to set an example for the rest of the district since they did not want people getting ideas about stealing not being a serious offence. Her father was brutally killed in front of her innocent eyes, and no one could help him. Without enough food to feed her mother, she became even sicker and more miserable with each passing day. Towards the end of her life, her mother begged for death while constantly crying out in pain. The sound of it nearly drove Kainene insane. <br><br>One night, she woke up out of her sleep and suffocated her mother since the sound of the screams were too much for her to bear anymore. No one suspected her of foul-doing since everyone knew of her illness. Without her parents around to help or guide her, she became bitter and angry towards the capital, the rules, and the locals for not helping her father. Kainene no longer cares for her appearance so the once well-kept hair of her youth has become matted with dirt and other types of vermin while there are bruises on her body from getting into trouble with both locals and the capitol guards every now and then. Some people have accused her of stealing from their homes. There is no doubt in her mind that some people were happy to see her go when her name was called since she was becoming quite the nuisance.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by Dancing flower</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 12 - Valen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 06:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/n4dfe070e6bdae_large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Valen Tenaz<br><strong>District:</strong> 12<br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'3<br><strong>Weight: </strong>220lbs<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black<br><strong>Skin tone: </strong>Lightly tanned<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Calloused hands, Scarred forearms from a dog mauling<br><strong>Physical Description: </strong> He does his best to hide his physical stature with slouched shoulders, and oversized clothing but to see him shirtless you would never believe he emerged from the malnourished District 11. He is muscular, athletic, and clearly far more well fed than most of his neighbors. <br><br><strong>Likes</strong>: Fighting, Hunting, sleeping under the stars, Chess<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Panem. Peacekeepers. Canines. <br><br><strong>Fears:</strong> Canines in General. Wolves very specifically. . During one of his wilderness survival exercises he became separated from Cora. A desperately hungry pack of wolves picked up his scent and hunted him for two days. Every time he thought he'd thrown them off his trail they'd pick up his scent again and continue the hunt. On the second night they cornered him in a cave and forced him into a ferocious, desperate fight for his life. Only the ironic fact that the District 11 brat was better nourished than the wolf pack gave him a fighting chance. He was still badly mauled in the ensuing struggle. Though he emerged victorious the sound of a growl, snarl, or howl has sent shivers down his spine ever since. It was his first real brush with death. <br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Valen has been preparing for this his entire life. He was been raised to hate the Capitol and President Snow for as long as he can remember. Though he questioned this for a time, he ultimately decided that it was right, and fair, and just to hate the Capitol and it's president. Perhaps more than anything else though Valen wants to make his mother proud, and avenge the injustices inflicted upon her. Ever since he learned how he was conceived he has harbored a sense of shame. Much of his motivation is an attempt to atone for the sins he feels that he inherited the night he was conceived. <br><br><strong>History:</strong> Cora was a ghost. The peacekeepers had come to her farm decades ago. She was the most beautiful girl in District 12. Surely such vigor and health and beauty must have meant her family was hording food. Food meant for the Capitol. That was the flimsy rationale those men used to justify their drunken gang rape that spiraled even more tragically out of control and culminated in the slaughter of her entire family and the razing of her farm. <br><br>Ever since that night, men occasionally whispered of seeing Cora in the dark mists of early morning when they went to check on their crops. And every time a Peacekeeper vanished, they whispered that Cora struck from beyond the grave. <br><br>Nine months after the myth of Cora began, a newborn baby was abandoned at a farm on the edge of the district. Along with a freshly slaughtered Deer. He had only a single word stitched into his diaper. Valen. The family almost turned him away, barely able to feed themselves let alone a new mouth. But that deer would feed them for a good long time, and they did not feel right taking the meat and abandoning the child. Over the ensuing years every few months a mysterious boon of food would be found on the farm. Sometimes a freshly slain animal. Sometimes food rations that could only have been stolen from the Peacekeeper's stocks.<br>&nbsp;<br>Over the years to follow, Valen grew up stronger and healthier than most District 12 kids, thanks in no small part to the frequent Gifts his family received from their mysterious benefactor. But Valen was a bright young man and it didn't take him long to start puzzling the pieces together. Very often, a night or two before they received their Boon...or a night or two after...one of the local District Peacekeepers would vanish. "Reassigned"...that's what the other Peacekeepers would say. But people saw the fear in their eyes. People heard the whispers of the name 'Cora'. <br><br>These occurrences kept people distracted and ensured they had bigger concerns than the fact that the people on one particular farm seemed a bit better fed than most 12's. Valen asked his 'father' one day and confirmed what he suspected. The first Peacekeepers to vanish were the ones who burned down Cora's farm. All but one who'd been reassigned to the Capitol. Valen knew in his gut that Cora was no ghost. She was real. She was alive. She was out there....and she was his mother. <br><br>Whether or not the Peacekeepers knew the truth or believed the myth the end result was the same. They were scared. Scared enough to avoid the area where Cora's angry spirit was said to prowl. It created holes in their security network Valen could slip through everyday as the child went in search of his mother. And eventually he found her. Or she found him.&nbsp; Same result. <br><br>Half of her face still held the beauty that once made her famous throughout District 12. The other half was claimed by the fires that had taken both her family and her soul. And all that remained where her heart once rested was a burning lust for vengeance. Against the Peacekeepers. Against the Capitol. Against President Snow. And against Guerra...the man who had planted Valen in her womb and been fortunate enough to be reassigned before she had sufficiently recovered from the injuries he inflicted that night. <br><br>Valen looked into the cold, haunted eyes of his mother and knew without words that a choice lay before him. Turn back...return to the farm and live like all the rest of District 12...or become a weapon in Cora's war. Victim or Avenger. <br><br>He chose Avenger. <br><br>They had no real weapons to work with. Snatching a bit of food was one thing but the Peacekeeper weapon stores were too well guarded even for Cora to risk. But then Cora had always found weapons weren't really necessary if you had sharp wit, and a strong resolve. The human body can do more damage than most people think if you can overcome your instinctive squeamishness and fully commit to the death or maiming of another human being. Cora quickly found that when she hid the disfigured portion of her face it was child's play to lure unsuspecting Peacekeepers close enough for surprisingly strong fingers and sharp fingernails to dig into his eye-socket or stab at his throat with poison-dipped twigs before he knew what had hit him. <br><br>Cora taught Valen how to look weak and draw his prey in until the moment to strike was at hand. She taught him to hunt. To craft his own crude but effective bows. Sharpen his own spears and arrows. Eat his own kills without the benefit of flame that would give away his position at night to patrolling Peacekeepers. But above all she taught him that at the end of the day all that truly stood between him and death was his wit and his body. Swords and Spears could break. Arrows throwing knives deplete. But his eyes, his fists, his feet, and his brain could always be trusted to carry him through the flame if he guarded for them well and trained them daily.<br><br>They never took the weapons from the Peacekeepers they killed. As long as nothing was stolen from the dead peacekeepers that turned up once or twice a year it fueled the myth of the vengeful ghost. Nobody bothers to search for a vengeful spirit. But if they think a real flesh and blood killer is taking Peacekeeper weapons to start an armed insurgency....that they search for. <br><br>So just as Cora had learned to fight without weapons, so she taught Valen. How to kill their enemy before they ever drew steel...or how to disarm their enemy when guile was not an option. How to kill with strikes to the throat. To blind with gouges to the eyes. To disable with broken limbs or blows to the kidneys. Cora always told Valen he would never need a weapon, because he would become a weapon. Her weapon. And he embraced his role as the instrument of his mother's vengeance. He felt it was the least he owed her for the shame of having had to birth her rapist's son. <br><br>Sometimes Cora would vanish for weeks, even months at a time leaving Valen to fend for himself with what she taught him. One day she returned from one of these excursions with a man. A man with information and influence. A man with his own agenda, but one that Cora had arranged a bargain. On his 17th birthday Valen would volunteer to represent his district in the Hunger Games. The resistance would give him whatever aid it could, but it would not be much. Valen's task was to disrupt the games as much as possible. All the better if he could even get the Game-Makers to send Peacekeepers into the Games after him. Because this year, the man in charge of Peacekeeper security detail assigned to the Hunger Games was going to be none other than Guerra himself. Father of Valen. Violator of Cora. <br><br>Cora intensified Valen's training in preperation for the games...including how to sabotage some of the technology he might encounter within the arena. Cameras. Microphones. Anything that might anger the officials enough to send in the Peacekeepers. Anything that would give Valen a chance to stare into the eyes of his father just before he dies. He never said so of course but Valen realizes this mystery man is using him. He has made his peace with the fact that he is likely not going to survive this. Whatever this man intends to do with the lessened security that Valen will cause if he is successful in luring Guerra into the killing fields is irrelevant to Valen.<br><br>As long as he gets to kill his father and avenge the violation of his mother and cleanse himself of inherited sins first he can accept this fate. <br><br>He can...but that doesn't mean he will.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by TheRedFear</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 3 - Kenzie McCoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 20:27:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kenzie McCoy<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 3<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/40870714/Image9.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5'1"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 104 lbs<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Dirty Blonde<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Fair<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Whip scars across her back.<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong><br>She is small, quick, and agile, but the first thing people tend to notice about her these days is her chest, which is a bit large in proportion to the rest of her - not to an extreme, but significant enough anyway.&nbsp; She has a small frame and is quite slender, like her parents.&nbsp; She is athletic, though not interested in conventional sports, at least not those allowed by law.&nbsp; She has developed her athletic abilities through parkour, which she enjoys greatly, despite the fact that her parents (among others) have tried to put a stop to it.<br><strong>Likes:</strong> Staying hidden, bright colors, technology, freedom, self-improvement, knowledge, guile<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Foolishness, immaturity, bullies, oppression, dark colors, attention<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Imprisonment, brain damage, public nudity, loss of control, excessive attention<br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Her father is a programmer who has developed well-known software for The Capitol's computer systems, both government and civilian.&nbsp; Her mother is a professor at one of the district's tech schools.&nbsp; Kenzie has grown up in a world that doesn't understand her - at least that's how she sees it (pretty much like any sixteen year old).&nbsp; With her, it's probably more true.&nbsp; Society wants to keep her locked away, where she can't threaten the established regime, but all she wants to do is run free and explore the world.&nbsp; She wants desperately to learn all that she can, to go where she pleases, and see everything.&nbsp; Unfortunately, this desire conflicts with her need to avoid attention.&nbsp; This need probably developed out of necessity, always getting punished for simply wanting to learn the things they didn't want her to learn.&nbsp; She has learned to hide and avoid attention by wearing dark and color-less clothes, which she hates.&nbsp; She wishes she could dress the way she wants - like they do in The Capitol, and she is jealous of them for it.&nbsp; However, her "urban camouflage" has served her well when she is out running free in the world, evading the patrols, and exploring her reality.&nbsp; Even when she is locked away in her room, she explores in a different way - absorbing knowledge through books and other sources, whatever she can get ahold of.&nbsp; Some of these books she has found during her secret escapades across the walkways and rooftops of her District.&nbsp; She is fairly certain that if anyone found out she had them, they'd take them away, and probably worse, so she has learned how to hide objects well.&nbsp; She is a conflicted individual, but she has learned to derive strength from these conflicts, instead of letting them hold her back.<br><br><strong>History:</strong><br>For most of her life, Kenzie was too small and uninteresting to draw attention, but as she grew into a teenager, she strove to find a personal identity.&nbsp; Not content to simply be a hybrid of her father and mother, she looked inward, trying to figure out who she was underneath her heritage.&nbsp; She discovered a need for liberation and a quiet unyielding anger against the government that held her down.&nbsp; Unlike her parents, she was not content to simply obey and service the state.&nbsp; She saw a world that tempted her with knowledge and learning, and wanted to explore it, but it was always just beyond her reach.&nbsp; So she learned to hide and sneak and escaped out into that world.&nbsp; The first time she was caught by patrols and severely whipped, and this kept her in check for a while, tormented by nightmares of her experience, but she resolved to turn the fear of her nightmares into a strength, and looked into the dreams to find the subconscious clues left in her memory which she would use to outwit the patrols and run free again.&nbsp; She never got caught again, knowing that it would mean death, but what she didn't know was that someone was aware of her escapades.&nbsp; By the age of sixteen, she had proven remarkable on intelligence and knowledge tests, and had - unbeknownst to her - attracted the wrong kind of attention from someone deep inside the government.&nbsp; Her name came up in the lottery, and everyone thought it was just bad luck.&nbsp; The Peacekeepers said she represented the best aspects of her district: intelligence and determination.&nbsp; But the things she'd seen - the conversations she'd overheard - she knew that this was their way to get rid of her.&nbsp; She knew that she had gotten too close to something on her last adventure in the city.&nbsp; She always saw interesting things when she explored the city.&nbsp; She wondered what it might have been that they thought she saw, and she wondered why they chose this way to engineer her death.&nbsp; Surely there were cheaper, quicker ways?<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by shadow2k</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 2 - Antony Tueur</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 20:00:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Antony Tueur<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 2<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/SUWTk.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 6'1"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 140 lbs.<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Green<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong> Fair<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong> Has a few scars from sparring with sharp blades, most notably a thin scar on the right side of his neck.<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong><br>His body is built almost entirely of wiry muscle. His slim build hides a surprising amount of strength, given that he's been training specifically for the Games since his childhood. His parents, knowing that he would most likely face at least a shortage of food during the Games, occasionally deprived him of food for up to three days sometimes in an effort to build his tolerance towards hunger. Agile and built for speed.<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Intelligent people, exploiting others fears to his advantage, psychology, snide commentary, chess.<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Wrenches in his plans, not knowing or at least being able to theorize what his enemy is doing.<br><strong>Fears:</strong> Large arachnids, being overpowered in single combat, or worse, being outmatched in intellect.<br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>&nbsp;A cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless person. He's willing to go to any length to get what he wants, and out in the Games, he's planning on doing just that. Has a "kill or be killed" mentality. On the flip side, he's charismatic, personable and persuasive, with a knack for using this talent to get inside peoples' heads and for manipulation. His conscience hasn't developed well, and he only feels the occasional pang of remorse, if at all.<br><br><strong>History:</strong><br>A Career, Antony was trained from his early childhood to compete in the Games. Both of his parents are overseers in munitions factories, and as such, had the capital to afford to train him in woodcraft, combat, and psychology. Though he initially resented this early in his life, he came to accept it and even look forward to it as he grew older.<br><br>He watched every Game that he could, studying the strategies and general movements of the Tributes, and gradually continued his training. He found his preferred style of combat was in close with knives, preferably from behind with the element of surprise on his side. While he's trained enough to not be a pushover in a straight fight, he's still relatively scrawny compared to some of the Tributes who come from a background with more manual labor. He defeated both of his parents at chess by the age of ten, and defeated two elder Careers in a simulation of the Games at age fifteen. Antony has waited until his last chance to participate in the Games in order to prepare himself to the utmost degree for the competition.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by DRoux</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THG - District 8 - Merrit Gamble</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 05:04:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Merrit Gamble<br><strong>Division:</strong> District 8<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://wallpaperscraft.com/image/alex_pettyfer_actor_briton_guy_young_blond_18680_132x176.jpg)</div><strong>Height:</strong> 5'3''<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 135<br><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown<br><strong>Hair:</strong>Blond<br><strong>Skin tone:</strong>Pale<br><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong>Tiny scars on the tips of his fingers.<br><strong>Physical Description:</strong>He is short but proportional, not necessarily strong with a swimmers build.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Likes:</strong>Color, poetry, being close to people, children<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Cruelty, cats, being alone, feeling helpless<br><strong>Fears:</strong>Being held prisoner. He's afraid of extreme darkness and the noises of things unseen, he has a wild imagination for the many terrors hidden in the shadows.<br><strong>Personality:</strong>Merrit is extremely loving and compassionate. He finds most of his joy making friends and talking to people. When it comes to his work, he is dedicated and specific. He has a strong faith and believes in doing your best always.<br><br><strong>History:</strong>He lost his father at a very young age, when the man tried to escape and was taken by the capitol, neither Merrit nor his mother knows whether he is still alive. Being so small he was picked on growing up and when he came of age to work in the factories he was put in with his mother, sewing and making the peacekeeper uniforms. He has a huge talent for sewing and tends to work so intently that he frequently pricks his fingers and usually needs numerous bandages. He has a secret wish to one day make colorful clothes but in his world this is an impossibility. After years and years of seeing the Hunger Games and witnessing the terrible deaths he grew to resent everything about the world he lived in and felt a huge guilt over making the uniforms day after day. He's never felt that he could do anything about his feelings and when is name was chosen for the games he was almost positive it was his death sentence. He promised his mother he would try his best to survive the games but he held her like it was the last time when is came to say goodbye. One of his largest fears is that he won't be able to let himself kill another person in the games.<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Played by boyblue23</strong></div>
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