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PostSubject: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Fri Jan 03, 2014 11:16 am


Photography by Julia Trotti


Well, how nice of you to drop by. I see you've somehow stumbled into this room. Hopefully it was the waltz that have attracted you so. Ahh, this? This here, is a piano. Our piano to be exact. Every key, every major, holds a piece of life of someone. The memories, the pain, the joy, the miracles. And every melody, every waltz, every etude, takes you on a journey of a life. Not yours, not mine, but one of theirs. I may be alone in this room to you, but to me, they're here. They are my friends, my family, even if you can't see it. Our minds are built to create and imagine, when you believe and feel, they come to life, they become apart of who you are. Take your time to look at their score sheets, there's no time limit around this place. You won't find much about me here though.

But when you get to know them, you get to know me.


The Solo Piece of the Chosen Tribute

Arisu Hanano, 18, District 11

"It's their time, their recital, their big finale. Whether they'll finish with a standing ovation, or lose their life among these cherished harmonies, we can only sit and watch."

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The Ensemble of the District Members
Derald Hafer, 19, District 10, Victor of the 35th Hunger Games
Callum Starc, 16, District 8
Fio Legeia, 16, District 9
Alaric Demeraire, 16, District 4
Minzy Edeson, 4, District 9
Tessony Hafer, 23, District 10
(WIP)Delcine Alnair, 13, District 6



"Take a listen, can you hear it? Each of their unique melody, some of allegro, some of piano, but each and every piece of theirs is their own. Listen hard enough, and you'll listen to their stories, and their lives."

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The Rococo of the Capitol Citizens
Lyall Tolbert, 42, Game Maker
Reese Chords, 21, First year Stylist
Sebastian Chandler, 32, ...Freelance Magician?
Isidore Rigel, 32, Mentor
Shirin Edeson, 34, Mentor

"Their pieces are loud, excessive, ornamental, and trivial. Yet, they are interesting to listen to. Even they have their stories to tell, so don't leave them out just yet."

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The Lost Sonata of the Dead and Gone
Skye Walker, Died in the 28th Hunger Games at the age of 16, A proud member of District 4
Solange Kalliope, Died in the 31st Hunger Games at the age of 17, A proud member of District 2
Kaius Hughe, Died in the 32nd Hunger Games at the age of 18, A proud member of District 3
Raquel Ciera, Died in the 33rd Hunger Games at the age of 16, A proud member of District 5
Amaya Walker, Died in the 34th Hunger Games at the age of 18, A proud member of District 4

"They are gone, and they are missed, but when they are destroyed, their notes can never be put together again. You can listen to the bits of chords and what's left of them. But that's it. And we go back to a Da Capo, only repeating and never continuing."

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Every Etude Paints a Picture
(I apologise but most Faceclaims of these dead tributes are not up for reusing. It kinda hurts a lot to see them as someone else, hope you awesome peeps understand. c': )

Derald Hafer D10 - Lucas Till
Arisu Hanano D11 - Airi Suzuki
Callum Starc D8 - Freddie Highmore
Fio Legeia D9 - Emma Dumont
Delcine Alnair D6 - Maisie Williams
Alaric Demeraire D4 - Daniel Sharman
Tessony Hafer D10 - Lauren Cohan
Minzy Edeson D9 - Lauren Lunde
Amaya Walker D4 (Passed Away)- Lyndsy Fonseca
Skye Walker D4 (Passed Away) - David Rodriguez
Solange Kalliope D2 (Passed Away) - Zoey Deutch
Kaius Hughe D3 (Passed Away) - Nicholas Hoult
Raquel Ciera D5 (Passed Away) - Jennetter McCurdy
Reese Chords (Capitol) - James Maslow
Sebastian Chandler (Capitol) - Neil Patrick Harris
Isidore Rigel (Capitol) - Colin O'Donoghue
Shirin Edeson (Capitol) - Sutton Foster
Lyall Tolbert (Capitol) - Martin Freeman

The Inspiration to their Own Pieces.

Amaya Walker D4 (Passed Away) -
Alice (Acoustic Arrange) - Englich Cover by Lizz
Magenta by nano (crossed theme song)


Skye Walker D4 (Passed Away) -
Magenta - by nano (crossed theme song)
Rain stops, goodbye. (Acoustic) - English Cover by Alfie


Solange Kalliope D2 (Passed Away) -
Rewind - by Laura Shigihara
Run - by Clarissa Live


Derald Hafer D10 -
The Furthest Ends/ Saihate  - English Cover by Mero
Irony - English Cover by Lizz
Human - Cover by Jason Levy


Arisu Hanano D11 -
My Most Precious Treasure - by Karuta
Peter Pan - By Jaqueline Emerson


Kaius Hughe D3 (Passed Away) -
Transparent Answer - song by Jin, English Cover by JubyPhonic P
Fix You - song by Coldplay, cover by Boyce Avenue and Tyler Ward

Raquel Ciera D5 (Passed Away) -
A Pragmatic Realist - Cover by Rabipo (w/eng sub)
Perfectionist Complex - English Cover by JubiPhonic P


Callum Starc D8 -
Wanderer's Lullaby - by Adriana Figueroa
Unconditionally - by Katy Perry


Fio Legeia D9 -
Ayano's Theory of Happiness - English Cover by JubyPhonic P


Alaric Demeraire D4 -
I Was Here - Cover by Paolo G


Tessony Hafer D10 -
King of Anything - Sara Bareilles
Brave - Sara Bareilles


Minzy Edeson D9 -
Ain't It Fun - Paramore


Delcine Alnair D6 -

Isidore Rigel (Mentor) -

Shirin Edeson (Mentor) -

Reese Chords (Capitol) -

Sebastian Chandler (Capitol) -

Lyall Tolbert (Capitol) -
The Game of Life - English Cover by JubyPhonic


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Here, have a cup of tea. Do.. you want to hear the pieces? Of course, music is always best listened than read through a score sheet. Here you can settle down by the campfire and we'll get comfy. There's more tea out back. Buckle up, this will be a long and nostalgic ride.

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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:44 am








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| Hello there, good to see you around. Who am I? Well, you don't have to know, really. |

Name: Lyall Tolbert

Age: 41

Birthday: 31 October

Gender: Male 


| What am I like? Oh you poor thing, don't you know asking never gets you anything? |

Personality: Lyall manages to keep his composure almost 24/7 and he likes being the calm one in situation because he feels like he could do something. He's always seen to be quite busy doing things here and there, putting good use to his time, whether was it productive or not. Lyall only flares up once someone steps on his toes into doubting his expertise. He would give the respect to people and he hope to get the same back. He's quite a soloist, standing by the background and observing people. That's his talent and past time; observe people, see how they move, how they react, and learn from them. And find ways to see how to break them even further. He's a 180 degrees turn from his good friend, Orrin, and he likes to think that he's there to make sure he doesn't kill someone for the sake of science and fun. But he'd know that deep inside he enjoys that thrill. To know that someone's life is in your hands and you have the control of whether to snap it, or let it go. It's quite powerful isn't it? And no one would actually know that from the straight laced guy they see on the surface.

Physical Appeareance: The small man stands at a short, disappointing height of 5'5", usually the one that's tip toe-ing at the back of the crowd trying to watch the games or see the parade. He has light blonde hair where the grey are inching it's way in probably from the amount of stress he pushes himself on. Lyall usually wears whatever really, he likes dullish colours, nothing too poofy and jumpy to the eye because it just draws attention to himself when he wants to remain unseen while he observes. His blue eyes seem to calm many when his calm and frightened many when he's.. not. But look closer, and you'll find the excitement in his eyes when his gears up in his pen and paper to jot down more observations and insights on people and psychology in general.

Brief History: Lyall came from a middle class family, a happy little family in fact, just him and his parents. And soon he looked outside of his home for friends. Even from young he is very intrigued by humans and when he met Orrin when they were 8, he somehow stuck by him, as weird as he was. It was just that well, Orrin was alone, Lyall was alone, might as well be friends right? It worked in a way where Orrin loves going overboard, potentially putting himself and others in danger and Lyall keeps the line drawn. Doing stupid things is fine, but not doing stupid stupid things. They both have the same goal though, to be a Game Maker. Lyall annoys Orrin and pops by to watch the games together which sometimes pisses Orrin off. Lyall was always two steps behind Orrin, seeming to fall a little too short to get to his level, but he kept going. And at 18, he became a part of the lower ranked Hunger Games staff. He started off way smaller than Orrin, working behind his shadows as he worked for Orrin, being the Head mutt manager. Though it wasn't his cup of tea, but hey, he'll grasp whatever he can for now to stay in the thrill.

| How are my Games like? Sure you can have a little taste of it. |

Arena Styles: Lyall loves being extravagant. Forests, Caves, Deserts anything by nature kind of bored him. Big, fanciful castles, or tight claustrophobic rooms, now that's exciting. People have fears, we should play with them, no? Elaborate arenas are his guilty pleasures and a little secret dream of his to make it happen one day.

Mutts: Mutts are boring. They're like an easy way out to scare the tributes. It's like the monster under your bed instead of the real fears that live within you. Though it was still something almost mandatory to make things move faster. Lyall would go with the emotional attacks, scary wolves and dogs are momentarily scary. Cut them deep and you'll see a real result.

Past Games: None but one can dream right?

| Anything else? Of course. Let's have some... fun. |

Pets: Lyall has this little sugar glider called Neri that sits in his pockets or up his sleeve as he walks around watching people while he feeds her little nibblets to eat. She's the one to keep him company and is fine with him doing whatever he wants, as long as she gets to sit on his shoulder. Neri often likes to scurry onto Orrin every time they're together and rest in his curly fluffy hair. Though flying is also one of her favourite things to do.

Neri:
 

Others: Lyall has never actually never been to a party, and he'd really want to see how it's like. Razz His favourite sin food is chocolate and wine but he doesn't like people knowing that he liked either. Also, his FC is the good ol' Martin Freeman! Very Happy



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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:56 am


They may mean nothing to you, strangers who just stumbled by, but they have stories to share, stories that will hopefully touch your heart.

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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:24 am

Time to move on for a new generation of D4s <3 #WalkerTwinsNeverForget





"Why would you want to live a normal life,
do normal stuff, and die like everyone else?
What if, you could be remembered,
like everyone just staring at you?
Now wouldn’t that be so cool!
I-.. I know I know. ...I just
want someone to see.. me.
Anyone."


| Oho, look who we have here! Well well well! Hmm? Who am I? Since you asked! |

Name: Alaric Demeraire
|Alaric - Ruler | Demeraire - Reckless |

Age/Birthday: 16, 28 October

Gender: Male

District: District 4


| What am I like? Heh, what are we playing, 20 questions game? |

Physical Appearance: Alaric has a considerably tall built, 5'8" and he likes his height; it's way more fun from above! He can't control his hair to save his life and it always grows out in all directions. His dark brown curls go haywire every time, often dusted with sand and salt. His hair grows really fast and someone needs to drag him out and cut it, or he'll never 'remember' to. His deep blue eyes pierce into a gaze that gets you, but yet, you'll never be able to take him seriously with that snarky comments and cheeky smile. Alaric has an very interesting jaw line, nothing from immediate family members and he speculates that he got it from some ancestor that sailed the seven seas. Or something like that. He's always in anything comfortable to physically move in, and dry quickly - so that in case he skates off the dock and fall into the sea, his mother would never know as long as he stayed out long enough to dry off.

Personality: To sum him up in one sentence, Alaric is basically someone you absolutely cannot leave your 5 year old child or dog with. He is reckless; as in let's skate off the dock into the ocean just because reckless. If it seems fun, Alaric will be the first in line to try and kill himself. He's often quite blunt with his words; if he thinks you look ugly in that purple dress, he'll tell you that you look ugly in that purple dress. Guess his words forgot to take a detour to his brain. As horrible as he may seem (or maybe fun, he enjoys company! Hint hint.) Alaric makes it up with that infectious smile and optimism of his. He doesn't want to have fun all by himself, he wants to see the others just as happy too! So he tries. He's that hyper kid stuck in a 16 year old body, well maybe with a bit more common sense (to see that he's actually still alive till this day).

Alaric loves the adrenaline and excitement because he doesn't want to be just any guy from district 4, or that boring guy from the tavern. He wants to be remembered, he wants to leave a mark in the district and in people's hearts. Guess he's really just afraid of being forgotten. As if he never existed at all.

But once night falls and the whole district becomes calm and silent, Alaric really appreciates the down time and peacefulness the night gives. He loves the night, not being overly suicidal, just kinda relaxing in the cold sand for once. He spends his nights alone because he's never sure if people would get why he needs them so much. He gets to think and maybe actually think before he speaks. The crashing waves, the cooling sea breeze, the moon, the stars, no noisy seagulls, no chattering from the people, just nature's silence - it' a really nice feeling, don't you think?

Family:

Alaric lives with his beloved sister Seraphina Demeraire, 15, who is a little more reserved and quiet than her noisy older brother. He likes to bring her out to go enjoy life the way he thinks will be the best and likes to annoy her when she's all quiet. But he just wants to see her happy. Sera's isn't that reserved at all if you're as close to her as Al, in fact, they love cracking jokes together, good or bad. And sometimes, if it doesn't involve heights, she'll join Alaric on his crazy adventures (sometimes against her will). The siblings love to spend time together, especially late at night, where everything's all calm and quiet where they can just have some bonding time. Sera always puts up with Alaric's dumb and stupid ways and he couldn't have asked for a better lil sis.

Alaric also deals with his lil brother, Rudolphus Demeraire, 4, who is the precocious one and likes sitting there, looking cute for the customers. Many of the ladies and manly man come to the tavern to have a nice meal or a couple of beers and oogle at the little one. Alaric often likes to bring him out to play together, most probably endangering his life. On the softest notes, Ruddie likes sitting on Alaric's skateboard while he pushes him around. That's probably the safest fun they'll ever get.

Alaric lives with his father, Kdin Demeraire, 39. Kdin is the laid back father who loves his whole family to bits, and trusts his kids to be smarter and more sensible than him. He tells jokes like he's equipped with a crappy dad joke book everywhere he goes. His brown hair flops around everywhere and he thinks his wife likes it like that.

Alaric also lives with his mother, Grace Demeraire, 38. The young couple runs a family tavern by the beach and are fairly happy with their lives. Grace has wavy black hair and takes no shit for an excuse. She's as badass as a mum can get and she helps deal with all the problematic problems in the tavern. Everyone usually listens to her. Usually. When Grace married Kdin, she had no idea what family she just threw herself into, but she loves it. All in all they're an adorable couple that fits in nicely with the younguns.

Next up in making the house noisy, there's also his uncle, Jevin Demeraire, 28, who was adopted in to well, make the place a little livelier. Jevin is asian and has jet black fabulous hair, and keeps himself cleaned up, unlike his older brother. Jevin tries so hard to help a brother out, but he stopped when Kdin got married and proved to be laid-able. Jevin is really attached to his nephews and niece and loves hanging out with them or just making their day while working at the tavern more awesome. And of course, Jevin brings in more customers, being so chatty and charismatic, the older women, and the younger guys. Because basically, the whole district area knows he's gay and proud.

And then we got Alaric's grandpapa, Joseph Demeraire, 68, who basically gets drunk as a job. He actually holds his liquor really well and isn't the problematic drunkard type. Unless you count the time he screwed up Kdin's name which was actually Kadin but he missed the 'A'. He used to be a bartender at their tavern and drink with the customers, now it's only the drinking part but it isn't that bad. Joseph has the same brown hair as his older son and they look almost identical. And we know where the bad sense of humour come from.

Last but not least, Alaric stays with his grandmother (G-ma), Mildred Demeraire, 64, who's the grumpy old lady tired of dealing with everyone's shit. She is not easily amused and gets pissed off at rowdy customers. The only way to appease her would probably be the food Grandpa makes, that's how he deals with her for the past 40 years. She however, love Ruddie with all her heart and don't dare to blow up at him.

Brief History: The Demeraires own a nice little tavern down by the beach since Joseph bought it on the whim while he was drunk. But it proved to do very nicely for the family. Since he got himself into this mess, might as well make the best of it. And it really did prosper some how. After getting a good earful when he met her and told her of this incident, Mildred settled and helped this idiot bring up the tavern, and it's been running ever since. Joseph taught Alaric how to bartend so that he didn't have to worry so much about it anymore, and the second generation of Demeraires are soon taking over. Actually more or less, they are in charge, the older couple is just in for the ride. Thus now Alaric works by the bar in the tavern when he needs to. He holds his alcohol way better than anyone in the house, even if he's underage. Grandpapa is a bad influence.

Alaric and Sera are a really close bunch and he enjoys pushing her around. It's amazing how their parents said that they hated each other so much when they were kids. Somehow, one day they just.. stopped. The sibling instincts kicked in hard and now it's like they're stuck together. Not literally, they rarely spend time together when they work or even have fun (seeing Al really really really love heights and adrenaline) but when they do, they always make the best of it. At night when it all quiet and all, Al usually spends his alone time with Sera and that's basically their bonding time. Until Alaric decides to have a suicide mission to swim far out or skate the dark streets while piggybacking his sister. He basically puts everyone he loves in danger, especially his younger siblings but when they get hurt, he gets really over protective of the both of them. Because he knows he won't hurt them so he rarely worries when it's his fault they could possible lose a limb or two.

| Anything else? Hmmm... Only if you come jetty jumping with me! C'mon it'll be fun! |

Flaw: Alaric is as blunt as the hilt of a knife and his words hurt like the tip of it. He needs to learn to actually care about his consequences for once, but he thinks that it'll always be all good, and he'll always be okay. He doesn't think too much into the details of everything, only the things that matter - the fun bits.

Pets: Technically it's not his. But he leaches off Sera's golden retriever, Vera, as a little companion every now and then.

Rich or Poor?: High middle classmen, they are.

Weapon of Choice: Butterfly knives fascinate him a lot, all swingy and all!

Talents:
He likes playing the Ocarina, making his own sometimes. And you'd wonder how in the world can a hyper boy like him sit down to craft and play a mellow instrument like the ocarina.

Self proclaiming that he's good with the skateboard, but there really isn't any scale to judge on with rarely anyone else doing it. Alaric just wants to believe that he's good at something for once.

Alaric occasionally likes to pick locks because it's interesting, what makes a tiny lock so powerful to lock a door huh? He never said that he didn't like a challenge!

Alaric isn't much of a fisher, but he holds his breath under water very well, making diving and swimming much easier for him. He also often swims out farther than he really should but swimming under water kept him undetected by the peace keepers. It's nice out there, just the ocean and you.

Preferred Angles: Hyper, Reckless(he prefers to term 'daring'), Fun-loving

Angles this tribute will not do: Serious, Uptight, Just plain downer depressing.

Other: Alaric loves grilled fish and whenever his family gets a big catch, he'll steal it and roast it up over a fire! Also, his FC is Daniel Sharman! Very Happy And #YOLOY right?



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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:29 am






"I am worth everything?
Everything that you gave and sacrificed for me?
I have the doubt, deep inside, under the face and smile
that I am not worthy of anything,
Your love and respect no less."


| Ah, I see you dropped by, what brings you to the farm though? Hm? Who am I? Well if you insist. |

Name:Callum Starc
|Callum (pronounced Kei-lum) - dove, peace | Starc - firm, strong |

Age/Birthday: 16, 1st July

Gender: Male

District: District 8


| What am I like? Oh how nice of you to ask. |

Physical Appearance: Callum is a skinny figure standing at a tall height of 6'1. He has soft blue eyes which often compliments his smile and his personality. Callum also has dark brown hair that's so soft that you wouldn't mind playing with it all day. And with personal feedback from his little sister. He's often seen to be wearing sizes too big of a shirt and occasionally sizes too small for him as the Starcs take in the sizes that are mistailored or unusual. His skinny figure is of no surprise with the amount that he eats, always giving more to the rest of the family. Callum believes that he's at a stage where he doesn't have a lot of needs, thus he's often unkempt and the only thing that'll look good is his hair for his sister's enjoyment.

Personality: Callum is the kind-hearted, soft, warm and fuzzy next-door neighbour pretty (well not exactly pretty) boy you'd always want as a brother (or something else). Ask him for a favour or an item and he'll do his best to get it for you or get it done. Callum is considerably quiet and he brushes everything off with a smile. But there's always more to it. He's coming to accept the fact that he was not important, and that he was not deserving, but there will always be that darker side of him, occasionally grumbling or snarling in the back of his mind, that would hate the fact about what a pushover he was. About why he can't just take his stand and have a say. And now, he wouldn't have much to say about himself because he doesn't know how and what to say. Easily bullied, Callum took in quite a huge share of it, whether in a dramatic or subtle way, always taking it as his role to be quiet and accept the facts of his misfortune. But everyone has that selfish side to them, the side that wants others to notice them, to ask about them, to appreciate them. Some have it more suppressed than others.

Family:

Callum lives by a small farm with his mother, Ophelia Starc, 37. The young, blonde woman started shifting her focus from her son to her baby daughter, when her husband passed away and all the pressure of responsibility went to her. Her filial son stepped up and helped around as much as possible, something she was grateful to have in life. And overtime, she seemed to have taken it for granted, forgetting that her son too had needs of his own. Ophelia was hard working, but sometimes she forget to stop and see the other beauty in life.

Callum also has his grandmother, Jess Starc, 68, living with them. The tough lady mostly spends her time by their silk worm farm, tending to it more than the rest. She dotes her grandchildren very much, often showering just as much love to Callum; asking what's on his mind, giving him more food, giving more clothes, all these often end in polite rejection from her grandson. She's a persistent old lady, usually having things her way with her glib tongue and takes charge of fussy customers.

Callum's young sister, Yulissa Starc, 7, was like the bunny of the family, hopping around with that burst of energy. She's fortunate enough to have what she needs and loves her family so much. The little girl can't help a lot around the family business but sometimes their Grandmother lets her play around the farm. She spends most of her time with her older brother as he makes time for her; letting her play with his hair when she wants to, giving her the food when she wanted more, and she listens to him more than anyone else.

Brief History: The Starc's manage to claim a little piece of land, starting off with just a small silk worm farm, and then slowly, their silk and cloths started selling out to people and factories. It was a tiring process to farm the silk worms and then weave the silk thread, but the pay was worth it in their books. Enough to provide, enough to be happy. Callum and his family was satisfied with life. Silkworm Farming was a delicate and precise job, like taking care of uncountable babies, which contributed to Callum's gentle side. But ever since Callum's father passed away when he was 9, his mother could never give him anything. Never giving a care or reason to his needs. It accumulated over the years to his mentality that he doesn't deserve the privilege to want, or even need. And he seemed fine with it. Happy to give everything to his baby sister. Whenever their Grandmother starts asking about him, he'd turn it around and ask about her instead, it was almost natural to him, and then it became natural to his mother seeing him like this. It just became part of Callum's life to always give, with the selfish little monster locked up inside, sulking with its long forgotten feelings.

| Anything else? Of course, whatever you need. |

Flaw: Some times, being selfish is necessary. Callum isn't sure if he could do that easily.

Pets: He would've called the silk worms pets but... poor little, delicate things.

Rich or Poor?: They are quite the poor family.

Weapon of Choice: With his hands, he can accomplish quick, delicate movements, and thus, something small and quick would fit him to a T. Like a small dagger. Oh Callum doesn't comprehend of these weapons you speak of.

Talents:
Callum has the patience of an ox. Virtually nothing angers or frustrates him easily but once in a blue moon, an ox can go on it's own rampage too.

Despite his skinny feature, having learnt to weave silk, he has gain a fair amount of strength which lets him perform swift actions, thus having a nimble upper body.

Is giving a talent? Callum would agree on that. But on another note, Callum is educated on plants and certain bugs.

Preferred Angles: Gentle, Loving, Selfless

Angles this tribute will not do: Brash, Loud, Arrogant

Other: Callum really likes noodles. Very Happy ooh ooh, and his FC's played by Freddie Highmore! Razz



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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:33 am





"don't you dare lay a finger on them.
you don't know anything,
say one more thing about them and I swear,
I will stuff your fist in your big mouth of yours.
They're just like you and me.
But they're just... a little more special."


| Who am I? What good will it do for you knowing? |

Name: Fio Ligeia
| Fio - flower, blossom, gentle | Ligeia - clear voiced, whistling |

Age/Birthday: 16, 15th August

Gender: Female

District: 9


|What am I like? You don't have the right to know. |

Physical Appearance: Fio stands out just by her height as she towers over many of the girls, standing at 5'12". Her long brown hair hangs down, almost touching her hips as it parts from the rightish middle. Her hazel eyes constantly gives off a gentle facade, hiding what she could do. Many would envy her blessed body and physique, tall and lean with long legs - it was everything a lady could wish for her body, but Fio didn't like the stares and gawks some people give her. They always made her uncomfortable and it really was quite unnerving. Beneath the skin would be many scars and somewhat - well not really - toned muscles from fighting the kids who would pick a fight by bullying her little siblings.

Personality: Fio's this constant overprotective big sister that never feels at ease when she leaves them alone. Because she's seen how people shut out and scowl at the weird, she has issues with meeting new people. Quite the solitary, cold, socially-awkward girl who's gentle and caring for only her family. When anyone tries to harm the people she love in any way, that's when she starts to get brash and violent, punching people and so on. She's a fighter and is like a sturdy wall protecting herself and her family. To get to her vulnerable, good side, people will really have to prove to Fio that they aren't like the rest of them, like those who judge, look down and ostracize. It's such a natural instinct to judge quickly, but that doesn't mean you can't change it. Fio's stubborn in her own way and never trusts others opinions unless they truly got through her thick skull and skin.

Family:

Fio lives with her foster mother, Emilea Ligeia, 30, in her humble 3 room house. It was no where close to the fields but the young lady would walk to there everyday to help tend the fields. She has fostered for three other children, who were unwanted and discarded. As much as she wanted to help more, her financial draw ups held her up by the time she took in the very last one, Fio. The woman, downed in long black hair, single handedly took care of these for children, taking in the last one of an older age in hopes that she could help Emilea to get by. She's the ever giving, ever caring lady that constantly looks out for others, very well liked by many, but often of offered help - too many people have had their own problems to tend to in District 9.

Along with this life, Fio has also lived with three younger siblings, two of them which were twin brothers, Dan and Finn Ligeia, 11 years old. The two of them suffered from albinism which had caused the red eyes effect. Their parents saw it as a bad omen and quickly gave them up to the scary world. They looked close to identical, with their light brown hair, as if looking it's pigment, they're known to have that red eyes. Some kids stayed away from them, some picked on them. They seemed to hate how they looked, which came into terms of hating themselves as they believed what everyone were saying about them. The two devils from hell. All they had were each other and their younger sister until Fio joined into the family when they were 7.

And the youngest of them all was also the frailest, - Fio's youngest sister, Edeline Ligeia, 10. What seemed to bring the three siblings together was that she too has albinism, a different kind though; her hair was almost white and she could never go outside unless the sun was away. She don't remember much but she too was taken in by Mother Emilea. The frail girl is usually found at home or under shelter, unable to play with any other kids out there. Kids would call Edeline weird, vampire, all sorts of hurtful names and yet she doesn't dare defend herself from all these words. She's the quietest of them all and she seeks comfort whenever her brothers were around. To know at least she wasn't alone. She met Big Sis Fio when she was 6 and was so glad to have her.

Brief History: Fio Legeia never had a real family. She lived in the 'slums' side - as they would call it- of district 9 where there was a makeshift orphanage. Which was just basically a place where all the kids huddled together, hoping for some kind soul to bring them home. There was always this kind old lady that brings them food and water almost everyday and Fio wasn't one to complain much. Where did she really come from? Fio didn't know how to answer that. Her memory would only go all the way back to the old lady and the slums. She was contented being like this until she hit 12, when she went for her first reaping. Family or no family, her name was in that hideous bowl. It was really scary, to be all alone, knowing no faces around. After that reaping though, she was stopped by a young lady in her twenties. The lady held out her hand and asked, "do you want to join my family?" At first she didn't comprehend what she was saying but the thought of a new hope made her take the lady's hand without much thought. Fio was then brought to a small house with three other children much younger than she was. The lady introduced herself as Emilea Ligeia, and gave Fio her family name. She told Fio that she was a big sister now, a big sister that would need to help take care of her younger siblings. Their looks scared her at first; light coloured hair, reddish eyes, almost looking skinnier than her. But being part of something helped her get over than and follow her duties in the family. Fio seemed to be the only one who understands them through and through, protecting them from the rest of the horrible world. She taught them how to love themselves and their eyes, how to not see themselves as monsters and devils. Fio would never let anything else happen to them more than what they had suffered by themselves for six over years. She would fight those who laugh and punch those who sneer. Seeing such un ugly truth of people when the unordinary is thrown into the world, Fio can't bring herself to find good in many.

| Anything else? Yeah. If you can't accept them, stay away from my lil' siblings. |

Flaw: She only nitpicks on the flaws of others, overlooking what are the good, which are the sufficient reasons to not give them her trust.

Pets: She has no pets as her hands are more than tied up with her three little siblings.

Rich or Poor?: They're downright poor but Fio helps her foster mother in the fields to earn just a little bit more.

Weapon of Choice: A sickle or scythe, anything curvy and pointy. Or she takes pride in her fist too.

Talents:
After being around and taking care of kids, Fio has a knack with kids and great with them.

She has a way in misleading people to believe she's not as strong as she really is, just by the way she looks. Fio's very much the deceiver in order to protect her and her family from awful people.

After years of fights and field work, Fio's gained quite a bit of strength at least enough to defend and offend.

Preferred Angles: Independent, Gentle, Protective

Angles this tribute will not do: Weak, Egoistic, Judgemental

Other: Fio actually really likes being out there alone but her conscience tugs her back home to be with her siblings. Oh oh, and she loves grapes too! Also, Fio's FC is Emma Dumont! Very Happy



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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:33 am

WIP~ Heyooooo~ time to get crackling I mean cracking. I mean eggs.






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| Who am I? Luke, I am your father. Or was it brother? oh well. |

Name: Delcine Alnair
|Delcine - Sweet | Alnair - The Bright One |

Age/Birthday: 13,

Gender: Female

District: ?


|What am I like? I dunno, but I bet I look like Morgan Freeman or something. |

Physical Appearance: The 13 year old girl stands at a height of 4'12 will big, dull blue eyes like bland water crystals. Her brown hair curls around her shoulders and a little longer but once in awhile she chops it off during the summer, and let it grow out again. She ain't letting hair make the summer any hotter than it is. She doesn't have the feature of a dainty lady and looks more like a rough, rude girl. When she gets her hair chopped, she likes posing as a boy for the kicks.

Personality:

Family:

.... lives with family member, age.

Brief History:

| Anything else? |

Flaw:

Pets:

Rich or Poor?:

Weapon of Choice:

Talents:
Talent 1

Talent 2

Talent 3

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Angles this tribute will not do:

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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Jan 28, 2014 8:00 am









"I don't believe that the pain will lessen as time passes.
Ignoring is the closest thing to forgetting.
'Cause some things are just unforgettable, in a bad way."


| Howdy there, need some milk or somethin'? Hm? Who am I? |

Name: Derald Hafer

Victor for the 35th Hunger Games


Age/Birthday: 19, 12th March

Gender: Male

District: 10


| What am I like? What are ya'll so curious 'bout to know? |

Physical Appearance: Derald stands at about 5'9" with light brown hair that sweeps slightly above his blue eyes which were usually smiling to others. He has a southern accent stuck to him and he cain't get rid of it. Well, not that he ever wanted to. He's often seen with a hat of his when he's out of the house but on super hot days, you'll probably get to see him without it. He has quite a strong built in order to do all the labour work and he usually wears comfortable plaid shirt and jeans, or whatever he has.

Personality: Derald is a charismatic guy and he's a joker around the district. But he has his sensible adult, mature moments once in awhile. He is dense towards people sometimes and he just can't take a hint, but Tess has taught him a thing or two and he is quite smart on other aspects. Well, if he's willing to make the effort to think. He makes the effort to do well in what he needs or wants to do. He loves all the animals in the farm and enjoys spending time with them too. Derald enjoyed playing pranks on Tessony in the past but he as grew up the pranks kinda just stopped, but he still has a mischievous mind.

Family:
Derald lives with his Uncle, Darrin Hafer, 47. He was the older brother of Derald's father and the man owned a humble farm where he and his daughter stay and work. Being sturdy with a strong built, he has brown hair and strangely takes pride in it. He was the joker of his age, being the carefree man most people see him as but he takes good care of his animals.

Together with his uncle, Derald also lives with his older cousin, Tessony Hafer, 23. This cowgirl takes care of Derald and stops his nonsense when it crosses the line. She's often seen hitting him on the head for doing something dumb. She has light brown hair which she chopped off herself due to losing a worthless bet to Derald. But she started taking a liking to her short hair, since it was much easier to handle. She and Derald were close and they got each other's back when things are rough. Derald calls her Tess for short and they work together at the farm.
Tessony Hafer:
 

Brief History: Derald's father and mother were both taken away to the Capitol for God knows what when he was 6 and his uncle took him in there after. He was then shown the ropes around the farm so that he had something to do without having to think about his parents. Before his parents were dragged away, they had a small little ranch that Darrin took over as well, linking it together with the farm. Being 6 at that time, he had no clue what was going on and what ever happened to them. Till today, Darrin refuses to say anything about it, though Derald feels that he was old enough to have the rights to know. Aside from the touchy subject, Derald was blessed to have the company of his older cousin. They used to stick together everywhere, however now, Derald sometimes does it to annoy her. Apart from their minor squabbles and fights, Tess would always protect Derald like her own little brother. She always belittle Derald but some day he'll prove to her that he isn't a whiny kid anymore.

| Anything else? Well I'll be tarred and feathered, ya still around! Sure if ya really wanna. |

Flaw: Sometimes (Most of the times) Derald doesn't know when his jokes have crossed the line, being dense towards people's feelings, so it has always been Tess that tells him to stop. But Tess can't always be there can she?

Pets: Does every animal in the farm counts? Derald would count every single one of them as a pet. The horses, the ducks, the sheep, the dog, Tess' lazy cat. But he loves all of them and he hates it when his uncle has to sell them away.

Rich or Poor?:Since they're animals are of good quality under Derald's care, they earn enough to get by.

Weapon of Choice: Knives and swords are his favourite since he likes to make use of both hands with a weapon in each. He enjoys the throwing knives as well since he often spars with Tess with target hitting

Talents: Derald is good with the ropes and can tie all sorts of knots. It was tragically due to losing a bet to Tess but it proved to be useful in carry the stacks of hay and other bundles of stuff.

Also, strangely Derald has an affinity with animals and he always seem to know how they feel by their actions and can always find a loophole to make them feel better. Animal whisperer much?

Other than that quirky talent, he's quite the fast runner; the chickens and ducks don't catch themselves!

Preferred Angles: Candid, Open-minded, a Joker,

Angles this tribute will not do: Silent, Hostile, Pessimistic.

Other: He seems to handle animals better than humans. (Razz) He makes use of his uncle's guitar once in awhile but he was never the best at it... And his FC is Lucas Till!

Changes and Aging: Derald is now 19 going 20, and he grew a little taller and his hair is much longer than before. Maybe one day he'll get the will to cut his hair. His body still holds a couple of scars and bruises underneath unseen skin from the Games, not wanting to be poked and prodded so much by the Capitol.




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"I don't get it.
You snap at me with your snappy comebacks,
chopped off my hair,
flash that irritating, slappable smile at me,
And I still don't get it.
15 years down the road
and I still feel like I don't know my lil brother deep inside.
But at least 15 years down the road,
I'm still trying.
And honestly?
I just wanna see ya be brave."


| Who am I? I deliver your milk and eggs, you better know who am I. |

Name: Tessony Hafer

Age/Birthday: 23, 21 January

Gender: Female

District: 10


| What am I like? Now now, let's ain't get too cocky, shall we? |

Physical Appearance: Tess stands at 5'6", a few inches shorter than her cousin and she chopped off her long light brown hair to a bob because she lost a bet to Derald (and he took the honours to chop it off for her) But she had taken a liking to it and stuck with it all these years. She has a lean frame but look really small standing beside her cousin but she love pulling punches on people. Tess rocks out any kind of airy top, especially cropped, in this blasted heat and whatever pants she can find in the drawer.

Personality: Tess is a hard headed, feisty girl that takes no shit from people. Basically she lives by her own rules and lives her own life and no one is going to tell her how to do it. She likes it that way, where she feels like its actually a life worth living. She has a bit of an ego, always trying to butt heads with Derald and rarely back down even though she knows that she may be 80% wrong. If you say it nicely, she will take advices but once you push past her line of invasion, she retorts back and prefers to do what she feels is right. When she was much younger in her teenage years, she used to have a hot temper and get annoyed easily but recently, Tess cooled her head and can tolerate things more. All thanks to the stupidity of her younger cousin.

Family:

Tessony lives with her father, Darrin Hafer, 47, who raised her as a single parent on a small farm. Being sturdy with a strong built, he has brown hair and strangely takes pride in it. He was the joker of his age, being the carefree man most people see him as but he takes good care of his animals. Tess grows to learn that she'll hafta step up and deal with the problems her father creates but she loves him for the liveliness he brings. The house and her life would surely be so dull without the two most important people in her life.

Two important people, thus the next is her younger cousin, Derald Hafer, 19, who also lives with them. Tess remembered how her aunt and uncle were taken away to the Capitol, and she protected over him for a long time. As stupid and dense and annoying as he is, he'd always be her company, her brother, her best friend. Fighting was their way of growing closer together because somehow they always solve them in the best ways ever, laughing at each other for the dumb things they had to do for conceding defeat or saying sorry first. Derald is her little brother and if anyone tried to mess with him, well. He's on his own. Tess will just sit back and laugh.

Brief History: Tess grew up with only her father and often visited her aunt and uncle who lived right beside them. Her dad and uncle were brothers and they set up two farms to try and see who can run the better one. But guess he didn't make it to see it grow. Darrin took in the farm and their son who was left alone in there. Tess remembered, she was the one that found her little cousin crying by the front door, not sure why but she didn't laugh or joke at him as usual that night. Tess just pulled him in her arms and shushed him, comforting was not her forte but she tried. And that's how it all went down really, with the 6 year old scared and alone, she sat there with Derald all night, accompanying him to play a couple of boards game until day broke and he was finally willing to move from him small cowered spot. That was when they got really close and continued that tightness. She knows him left right inside out, but yet, she doesn't. Sometimes she wish that Derald would just fully open up to him like he used to.

| Anything else? Yeah, is Derald bothering you? Because I can fix that.|

Flaw: Tess, being the stubborn girl she is, kinda has Derald's thick skull but with a different purpose. She doesn't like listening to others especially if they try and tell her that's "it's for her own good." What's worst is if they were right. She'd still not listen, but quietly do it when they aren't looking to preserve her ego.

Pets: Tess has a fluffy brown cat, called Eli, that likes to laze around doing nothing and being annoyed by Dusk, Derald's dog. But Eli lazes everywhere. And when she says everywhere, she meant everywhere.

Rich or Poor?: She'd prefer to go by the amount they earn instead of what they have and she'd say that they have enough to get by fine.

Weapon of Choice: Like Derald, knives are pointy and small. Who wouldn't like pointy and small? They often stand against each other to spar if ever one of them are mad and needs to vent it all out.

Talents:
Tess can be persuasive in not a... manipulative way but more of a intimidating way. She does what she wants and says what she wanna say and sometimes that bravery can convince people.

Speaking of bravery, that's something Tess probably takes a lot of pride in. She's not afraid to do things that aren't conventional, or get stared at. She rarely thinks, she just do. Thinking too much can hurt your brain anyways. Some may call it thick skin, but she likes the term... confident better. Don't hold back just cause you're afraid they'll stare. People won't even remember you anyways, so why not? #YOLOY right?

Tess is also a really fast runner, when Derald can't do the job, Tess probably can. Because someone's gotta do the chicken chasing job right all the time, right?

Preferred Angles: Brave, Loud, Independent

Angles this tribute will not do: Weak, Obedient, Controlled

Other: Tess is a mean cook in the kitchen, being the only girl in the family with two guys that can't get their shit together in the kitchen. And also, her FC's Lauren Cohan! c:



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"I don't like the dark,
they scare me all the time.
But Mummy's always there to chase the bad things away.
I wanna be a big girl and fight the bad dark away!
And maybe then people will like me."


| Who am I? I'm Minzy! Mummy said it's always polite to greet people. Hello! |

Name: Minzy Edeson
|name meaning |

Age/Birthday: 4, 4th February

Gender: Female

District: 9


|What am I like? I like bubbles, and cake.. And you! |

Physical Appearance: Minzy is a small little cutie pie as tall as your legs. She's half Korean, getting her big dark curious eyes from her daddy she misses. Her long brown hair comes from her mummy and wants be just as pretty as mummy when she grows up! She wears whatever she likes really, dresses, pants, skirts, her daddy's big button ups, and she likes playing dress up with all the funny clothes she find at home. Her mummy often likes to play with her soft hair and do cool things with it! Like there's this thing call braids, and buns and her mummy does a nice job of them when she has time.

Personality: Minzy is a precocious little girl trying to win everyone's hearts so that she can find more people to play together! She's stubborn like her father and fun loving like her mother. She hated being told what to do unless they gave her sweets. Then she might listen. She actually has quite a long attention span her a kid, being able to do something or just stare at the wall for hours. What filled through her head through the boredom is the true question though. But she's disciplined in that way as she was thought. She's learning to be more polite and nice to others because her mummy said that it was important. And thus the one person she really listens to is Shirin, her mummy.

Family:

Minzy stays at the Victor Village with her mother, Shirin Edeson, 34. She was the victor for the 17th Hunger Games and tried to shelter her daughter from the sick Games and history she has been through. Shirin tries to sugar coat it and make it sound like a fairy tale and happy ending, as that's how she went about things. The madness in her mother has been tucked away neatly, after living through it for the past 2 decades.

Brief History: There is nothing much to Minzy's life yet. She's just a 4 year old girl that's living the high life of sweets, games and imaginary friends. She always wonder though, where her dad was. Mummy says that he had to go away from home because he was "rude" to the big white suit guys. She didn't want to go away from home too so she made sure to be extra nice to everyone so that she could continue to be with her mummy. A lot have been hidden from her to keep her little mind innocent and happy and maybe for now, that's a smart choice.

| Anything else? Mmmm maybe some strawberry pie, thank you! |

Flaw: For now, she is a stubborn little girl that only likes her way but if you know the trick to her, she'll come around.

Pets: No pets yet but her mummy says when she grow older they'll go find one!

Rich or Poor?: Rich

Weapon of Choice: None yet, unless you count her stuffed bunny.

Talents:
Minzy usually have her ways to get what she wants, which are usually dumb little things that the adults don't mind giving in to, but hey, it makes Minzy feel special!

Minzy likes the dance around everywhere and maybe that's a talent

Minzy doesn't really have a lot of talents now but she'll grow and learn more about herself.

Preferred Angles: N.A

Angles this tribute will not do: N.A

Other: She really really likes strawberry pie. You can convince her to do anything with it and also her FC's Lauren Lunde!



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Loud, Bright, Bouncy... Irritating. They make the worst impressions for new comers like you, but if you give them a chance, don't stop in the first verse. They swear that if you push till the bridge, you'll see a whole new part of them. Lavished yet broken.

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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Sun Feb 02, 2014 11:02 am







.:Game Maker:.


| Hello there, good to see you around. Who am I? Well, you don't have to know, really. |

Name: Lyall Tolbert

Age: 41

Birthday: 31 October

Gender: Male 


| What am I like? Oh you poor thing, don't you know asking never gets you anything? |

Personality: Lyall manages to keep his composure almost 24/7 and he likes being the calm one in situation because he feels like he could do something. He's always seen to be quite busy doing things here and there, putting good use to his time, whether was it productive or not. Lyall only flares up once someone steps on his toes into doubting his expertise. He would give the respect to people and he hope to get the same back. He's quite a soloist, standing by the background and observing people. That's his talent and past time; observe people, see how they move, how they react, and learn from them. And find ways to see how to break them even further. He's a 180 degrees turn from his good friend, Orrin, and he likes to think that he's there to make sure he doesn't kill someone for the sake of science and fun. But he'd know that deep inside he enjoys that thrill. To know that someone's life is in your hands and you have the control of whether to snap it, or let it go. It's quite powerful isn't it? And no one would actually know that from the straight laced guy they see on the surface.

Physical Appeareance: The small man stands at a short, disappointing height of 5'5", usually the one that's tip toe-ing at the back of the crowd trying to watch the games or see the parade. He has light blonde hair where the grey are inching it's way in probably from the amount of stress he pushes himself on. Lyall usually wears whatever really, he likes dullish colours, nothing too poofy and jumpy to the eye because it just draws attention to himself when he wants to remain unseen while he observes. His blue eyes seem to calm many when his calm and frightened many when he's.. not. But look closer, and you'll find the excitement in his eyes when his gears up in his pen and paper to jot down more observations and insights on people and psychology in general.

Brief History: Lyall came from a middle class family, a happy little family in fact, just him and his parents. And soon he looked outside of his home for friends. Even from young he is very intrigued by humans and when he met Orrin when they were 8, he somehow stuck by him, as weird as he was. It was just that well, Orrin was alone, Lyall was alone, might as well be friends right? It worked in a way where Orrin loves going overboard, potentially putting himself and others in danger and Lyall keeps the line drawn. Doing stupid things is fine, but not doing stupid stupid things. They both have the same goal though, to be a Game Maker. Lyall annoys Orrin and pops by to watch the games together which sometimes pisses Orrin off. Lyall was always two steps behind Orrin, seeming to fall a little too short to get to his level, but he kept going. And at 18, he became a part of the lower ranked Hunger Games staff. He started off way smaller than Orrin, working behind his shadows as he worked for Orrin, being the Head mutt manager. Though it wasn't his cup of tea, but hey, he'll grasp whatever he can for now to stay in the thrill.

| How are my Games like? Sure you can have a little taste of it. |

Arena Styles: Lyall loves being extravagant. Forests, Caves, Deserts anything by nature kind of bored him. Big, fanciful castles, or tight claustrophobic rooms, now that's exciting. People have fears, we should play with them, no? Elaborate arenas are his guilty pleasures and a little secret dream of his to make it happen one day.

Mutts: Mutts are boring. They're like an easy way out to scare the tributes. It's like the monster under your bed instead of the real fears that live within you. Though it was still something almost mandatory to make things move faster. Lyall would go with the emotional attacks, scary wolves and dogs are momentarily scary. Cut them deep and you'll see a real result.

Past Games: None but one can dream right?

| Anything else? Of course. Let's have some... fun. |

Pets: Lyall has this little sugar glider called Neri that sits in his pockets or up his sleeve as he walks around watching people while he feeds her little nibblets to eat. She's the one to keep him company and is fine with him doing whatever he wants, as long as she gets to sit on his shoulder. Neri often likes to scurry onto Orrin every time they're together and rest in his curly fluffy hair. Though flying is also one of her favourite things to do.

Neri:
 

Others: Lyall has never actually never been to a party, and he'd really want to see how it's like. Razz His favourite sin food is chocolate and wine but he doesn't like people knowing that he liked either. Also, his FC is the good ol' Martin Freeman! Very Happy






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.:Stylist:.


|Enchanté sweetpea, how nice of you to drop by! Hm.. Who am I? |

Name: Reese Chords

Age: 22

Birthday: 22 November

Gender: Male

Current District in charge as Stylist: D10


| What am I like? Well hold that thought, I have the perfect outfit for you! |

Personality: Reese is one of those upbeat members of the Capitol and he prefers watching the parade and interviews rather than the actual Games itself. Reese is particular about looks, his own as well as others, and it's not exactly 'fabulous' during the Games. But if he's taken a liking to a tribute or two, he'd watch it. While some may see him as a narcissist, when he works on his styles and designs, he neglects his own looks only to grimace at his unkempt hair after all that. Sometimes, Reese may overreact... a little, but hey, it doesn't hurt anyone, hopefully. Uncannily, he always has his comb somewhere with him to just make sure he still looks good in his acceptable range while making others look good.

| You look amazing in that! Now where were we? Anything else? Sure, I'll return the favour! |

Pets: Reese has a little husky puppy he got for his 21st birthday and he named him Frisk, because sometimes the pup is just all over the place!

Frisk:
 

Rich or Poor? Reese's family was rich, having a little retail store that earns quite a bit when the Capitol people is in need of new things. And they usually do.

Others: Reese is in his first year as Stylist for the 29th Hunger Games and he's quite a big risk taker. Hopefully he doesn't take too big a risk that'll make him lose his job! Also, his FC is James Maslow! Very Happy




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.:Capitol Citizen:.


| Who am I? Why greetings to you my friend! Have a round of drinks with me while we get to know each other! |

Name: Sebastian Chandler

Nickname: Seb, Sebby

Age: 33

Birthday: 17 February

Gender: Male 


| What am I like? Well what do we have here? Hello ladies, I'm definitely available. |

Personality: Sebastian is usually full of himself and enjoys the party life way too much. He easily stands out from a Capitol group styling himself differently from those "conspicuous" costumes. He believes in a change in colour pallet would serve justice to the eye, wearing slick black blazers and business suits that seem to be of the norm which gentleman wore in a history rumored way before the Rebellion. Thus by wearing something more dark than glaring, he'd stand out among the rest; he'd have something about him that belongs to him, different from the rest. He's often around the Sponsor Building to pick up ladies but the Games often intrigues him, steering his eyes away from the females to the screen. Less often than not, some Games bore him but some entertainment and glib tongues might just win him over. He's quite an easy one to please once his attention is attained, but no one said that part was easy.

| Anything else? Well, we could cook up a trade, a bit of me for a bit of you? |

Pets: Sebastian has one of the weirdest pet but it could make almost anyone go "awwwwww!". If you guessed it, Sebby has a Wallaby for a pet! It's brown in colour with a white belly and Seb calls the little wallaby Halyosy. It is still baffling how he gets him, but hey, Capitol people have their ways and means. Team Sebby and Haly all the way!

Halyosy:
 

Rich or Poor? Our dear Sebby here is as rich as his next door neighbour. Seb's Translation: When can we start drinking again? English Translation: Rich. Seb does magic tricks as a buskers to past time and earn some extra cash, as we all know, Capitol Citizen don't have much entertainment between Games. And they'd give big tips to have something new to watch. Or sometimes it's just an excuse to attract the ladies.

Others: Sebastian has funky ties to go with his suits! and sometimes, he'd lend a tie to Halyosy and take him for a walk around the park towards a party. Not forgetting, his FC's the oh so awesome Neil Patrick Harris! True story. pun intended. Razz




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.:Mentor:.



| Who am I? Well, try and find out yourself.  |
Name: Isidore Rigel

Nickname: Iz

Age: 31

Birthday: 4th May

Gender: Male


| What am I like? How bout a hint; I hate kids. |
Personality: Isidore isn't exactly the most pleasant guy to be with, dissing the people to aren't taking things in their own hands. He's insecure about his background and past that he doesn't enjoy talking about it, but every single time a new batch of kids come, he always force it out for them to listen. learn from past mistakes no? It might just give a little help for the poor souls. Seeing his D6 tributes die was almost like a routine, locked himself in the room a day or two before being himself all over again. He has his soft spots for willing people, but whatever he's sharing is what he needs to share, not what he wants to share. Isidore is fairly the ifyoudon'tbothermeIwon'tbotheryou kind of man, having had enough shit during his times. Arguments and shouts easily irritate him too.


Short Bio: Isidore was a D6-er, born and raised. Oldest in the family and often the one dealing with the conflicts among siblings and family members. He was great at negotiating, dealing with conflict, but an overload of it makes his head hurts and sets him in the worst moods, flipping innocent tables and chairs. He has that glib tongue that is the bulk of the reason for he flair in what he did. He had two younger sisters, making himself toughen up a little to protect the family, at least look a little more intimidating. Well tried. He often skipped out on work too just to have some quiet time to himself.

| Anything else? There ain't no spoon feeding around here.  | 
How he won the games: He talked himself out of the games itself. This two sided face, or multiple sided, tried to reason with the remaining people one by one. Once they agreed to his point of view, misdirections were almost chaotic. It lead to one turning on the other, another stumbling upon a random guy behind a tree and before we knew it, Isidore worked a one man gig and was crossing them off one by one. Opportunities are always around, we just need to be extra diligent to spot them. 

Others: Isidore hates its and gets annoyed by the other victors or mentors whenever they call him Iz or even worse, Izzy. He also has a biasness towards the female gender, because sometimes, the males, including himself, are just plain ridiculous. Aaaaaand! His FC's Colin O'Donoghue! Very Happy woots~

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.:Mentor:.


| Well hello dear, what may you be doing here? Who am I? |

Name: Shirin Edeson

Nickname: Shiri

Age: 34

Birthday: 19th May

Gender: Female


| What am I like? It's good to ask questions, that's great! |
Personality: Shiri is like the mother figure of the group, always caring for those under her wings and their concerns. She's always ready to answer any questions that come her way, but no one ever said that her answers were good. Well, she tries. Shirin has this level of humour that some may not get, leaving an awkward silence as she laughs by herself and she's basically like any other mother, despite not being a mother herself. Huh, strange. She gets over tragedy pretty quickly, crying a day or two over her beloved little ones from their district, and then spring back on her feet, like her usual motherly self. She can get overly emotional sometimes over the smallest of things, and yet smile through the most disturbing things that happen. Overall, she's a mess.


Short Bio: Shirin comes from the quiet District 9, always exploring new places in it. She is an only child, and makes her wish she had some siblings to spend time with, thus how she handles kids well now. She spends a large amount of time in the factories, curious of what goes on in there. They tried to chase her away at first but in the end gave up and just let her be. Being so adventurous, Shirin had seen so many things, and experience so much disturbance in the district. Nothing really fazes her, time and time again, seeing some kid get beaten up, seeing people have accidents in the factory, seeing people die, it was almost like the norm for Shirin. So when she was put up to kill, she was merely repeating what she sees, and putting it into practice. Watch and learn, as they always say.

| Anything else huh? Oh! I have some cookies in the back, would you like some? | 
How she won the games: Shirin won by killing, ruthlessly, almost having fun doing it. She left no mercy to anyone or anything, and took out a whole lot of them in the bloodbath. The sadistic side in her crept out and it really was a game to her. It was sick but she enjoyed watching them suffer, feeling the pain of what others had to go through. When she allied, she was the first to stab them in the back, literally. Every other graphic memory lies within Shirin's head and we can't really get into her head, oh well.

Others:Shirin loves to cook, but be wary of what you put in your mouth. You never know what's edible or not. ;)She's a really nice person, all smileys and stuff, but no one really knows what is going on in her head. Also, her FC's Sutton Foster! Very Happy



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"She'd be able to do it, to pick herself up again, to be strong. He knew that she could do it, because she was him, his other half. He held on to the smile before he took his last breath and let go of the pain."





|Oh hey there, how are you? Need a boat? Eh.. Who am I..? I guess I could tell you, |

Name: Skye Walker
|Skye - Protection; Sheltering |

Age/Birthday: 16 years old, 17 June

Gender: Male

District: 4


|What am I like? Well if you really want to know that badly, |

Physical Appearance: standing at about 170cm, Skye has the same chocolate brown hair as his sister that grew quite a length. Same blue eyes but his can give off serious piercing glares but can also melt into a warm, happy expression. He has a lean body, not as built as most guys, and may be known a little wimpy from the appearance, however his actions beg to differ. Usual he pushes back his fringe when he works with a headband or pins but on free days or cooling days he sometimes has a beanie on.

Personality: Skye is seen to be a tougher nut to beat than his outgoing sister. It takes awhile to let him be himself. When he becomes a bit more opened he tends to talk a lot more and joke around as well. It may take a couple of days or a couple of hours, depending, but he'd be a good, trustable friend once you get pass the invisible wall he built. He often blushes as well when being teased or embarrassed.

Family: Skye lives with his Mother Judith Walker, 36. The brunette woman does house keeping jobs to earn some money but most of the time she'll be helping out with their store.

Skye also has his twin sister Amaya Walker, 16. Younger by a few minutes, Amaya mainly runs the family bakery. With the same brown hair and serene blue eyes, she is a little shorter than he is, and people often mistaken that the older brother protects the twin sister, but both of them could arm wrestle and still go down to the wire! She is Skye's best friend, someone he can talk to anytime, someone with no secrets in between them. Well.. maybe one or two embarrassing ones.

In addition, Skye also lives with his younger sister Kaira Walker, 12. Being the youngest in the family, Kaira just goes around everywhere, help cook some food, help with some house keeping, or even help fish. Unlike Kaira's siblings, she has blonde hair, just like their father (deceased), with chocolate brown eyes. She looks up to her siblings, always being protected by them, but sometimes she enjoy being independent just to prove to them!

Brief History: His father had died out at sea, leaving the family with nothing much, losing their sole breadwinner. Skye decided to join in the fishing industry and the rest of the family ran a bakery, since all the district really has in abundance is fish. The family have been able to cope well, after recovering from the shock of the lost of their father and have been able to be optimistic about the future.

| Anything else? You sure are a curious one aren't you? |

Flaw: Circles, Maps, Graffiti, stickman, you name it, he probably can't draw it. He is probably the worst drawer or artist in the world! Skye's really lack of oratorical skills too, he'd just go with the flow of whatever that's happening, feeling that what he has to say doesn't really matter.

Pets: A cinnamon ferret called Mint usually hangs around the girls rather than him. He never got to live to the day he'd figure out why.

Rich or Poor?:  it fluctuates but usually enough to put enough food on their table, with a little bit of extra cash once in awhile if business is good.

Weapon of Choice: Bows and arrows are his forte in most situations. In worse case scenarios, like his sister, short swords would be the alternative is he had one. Or stab with the arrow. Whichever works.

Talents:
Music. It is something he personally enjoys most. Music gives him that sparkle in his eyes. He wished he could play the piano but with the income they had, he had to make do with scores and his imaginary piano. He could make music from almost anything he sees. Unfortunately, like his sister, the twin's flare  in the performing arts couldn't bring home the dough.

Sky Mapping is an unusually thing he got. He learnt from his father how to get directions from the stars at night and how to get back if they were lost, following certain stars such as the Polaris, Skye never seems to get lost.

Of course, swimming has also been his forte in order to fish and make use of a good beach.

Preferred Angles: Sweet, Cool, and Himself.

Angles this tribute will not do: Wild, extremely revealing.

Other: He may look much stronger than his sister but compared to other guys, he didn't look that strong. But the strike of an arrow may change that thought! On the side note, he enjoys star gazing with his siblings. Also, his FC's David Rodriguez!

| Well I'm glad I got to meet you before I go, life really is short some times. Things will change, so never give up till the end. Goodbye, though I wish it was longer, it's been a fun ride! |







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"Keep living for the sake of living, life truly was beautiful somewhat, the little things in life made it so. Blessed to get to die in someone's arms, somewhere warm, instead of the cold, hard and wet ground, Solange almost managed to choke up a laugh before she slipped away, holding on to her last breath."




"No amount of guilt can change the past,
yet no amount of worrying can change the future.
Sometimes, silence is a blessing."


|...Hello.. Can I help you? ..Huh? Who am I? |

Name: Solange Kalliope
| Solange-solemn, sun angel | Kalliope-beautiful voice | nickname : Sol

Age/Birthday: 17, 6 January

Gender: Female

District: 2


|What am I like? Why would you ask..? |

Physical Appearance: Solange is of a reasonable height of 164cm and a her dark brown gentle curls fall slightly long; midway down her back. She has brown eyes that are quite expressive, having it as a means of communication as well. Once in a while, you'll see her hair tied up in a ponytail and her gestures are more noticeable than usual. Solange is also mostly seen with a sketchbook or notebook and pen in hand.

Personality: Solange is an amiable girl but she's seen as hostile at first glance, since she doesn't talk. She's a sweet girl once you get to know her, and it's very easy to tell how she feels sometimes. She's uncomfortable with talking a lot now, ironically, she was the chatterbox of the family in the past. So if Solange actually talks to someone, she must've trusted them a lot or was probably forced under desperate measures. Even though she doesn't talk, much goes through her head and it's lucky that there aren't any mind readers.

Family:

Solange lives with her father, Austin Kalliope, 45, who have single-handedly raised his children since Solange was 10. He's an avid weapon collector with a secret stash back home but works in the factory to make weapons and is able to run a decent and steady income. Once in awhile he'll head to the Upper District to look for any good ones or make trade. The man stands at an average height with dark brown hair that her daughter got, and blue eyes. He enjoys weaponry and often teach his children during spare time if they want to.

Solange also has an older brother, Jaden Kalliope, 23, who has the same dark brown hair and eyes as his sister. He never got in the Games but he secretly preferred it that way, he'd rather be using weapons back home than at some weird place the gamemakers throw you in. He helps in the factory as well with his father. He is no weaponry master like their father but he knows a few weapons well and he hopes to learn more from his father. Jaden is the person that understands Solange the fastest, without her notebook.

Brief History: No one ever heard Solange talk ever again since she was 10. Their mother died while being captured by the peacekeepers and Solange still blames herself for talking too much. When the peacekeepers were questioning Solange about her mother's offense of possession of weapons on her, she let something slip her mouth and her mother was arrested. Before she left, she told Solage, "You have a beautiful voice Sol, use it." But she soon killed herself after being thrown in jail, not wanting to be under the torture of the Capitol again, knowing that her family would be able to take care of themselves. Till now, Solange rarely talks at all and communicates by writing down what she wants to say on a notebook or sketchbook. She was always intrigued by the weapons in the collecton and asked her father to teach her some tricks.

|Anything else..? Well not really.. but... I guess so.|

Flaw: Her lack of verbal communication is her biggest downfall. Without her notebook, it will all depend on how well she can communicate and how well others interpret. It takes a lot to make her talk.

Pets: A familiar Wood Thrush song bird would usually linger around Solange's place and Solange enjoy's hearing it sing and it as well enjoys listening to Solange hum or sing. Solange had nicknamed it Tiki, something to acknowleedge it at least in her mind.

Rich or Poor?: The family is slightly rich, making a good profit from their work at the factory as well as some small businesses by the Upper District.

Weapon of Choice: The weapon that caught Solange's eyes first were the bow and arrows and she begged her father to teach her how to use it. Thus, her favourite till now is still the pair. She also enjoys the swords, sparring with her brother secretly behind their house every time she learn something new, only to be beaten by him every single time.

Talents:
Handling weapons would be something that comes to Solange naturally. She'd be able to get used to a new weapon easily, however it cannot be compared to her favourites.

Solange also has a flair for singing, as her mother mentioned, to use her beautiful voice. When she's in a good mood, one can hear her hum or sing some times, and it's a blessing to the family to hear her voice again, even if it's through songs.

As a lot actually goes through her mind and that she is quite the observer, Solange is a big thinker, and can think about situations in all sorts of angles. It gives her the upper hand in making decisions, not wanting to have a slip up that caused her mother's death.

Preferred Angles: Sweet, Silent, Innocent

Angles this tribute will not do (Max. 3): Arrogant, Uptight, Cold

Other: Solange has a huge sweet tooth if that even matters! She can be often bribed or balckmailed into doing stuff by her brother with desserts as a prize, but he doesn't always do that. Solange's FC is Zoey Deutch! Razz

| Thank you, for joining me on my little journey. All I can say is - Never live with regret, only happiness. Don't be another Solange. Thank you, Mum, Dad, Jaden, everyone. Thank you Spencer. It was nonetheless a life worth trying to fight for. |













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"Humans really are such an enigma, he smiled to himself. At this very moment, there'd would people who were crying, people who were rejoicing and people who were numb. They're all so different, so unpredictable. That was what made them so amazing. Even at the brink of death, Kaius never did find out the answer to the Human's mind and feelings. He just came to the conclusion that not everything has answers. Because some just aren't meant to have them. But soon, Kaius had the courage to let himself slip to sleep, for a long, long, long slumber. The thirst, the hunger, the pain, they were all gone in an instant and at the end, it was just peace with a slab of guilt. Kaius would never get over it, and maybe his death would've been his repayment for what others had done for him. With that plausible lie to himself, his exhausted eyes shut. And never did they open ever again."





|Oh.. Uh.. Hey. Wha.. Who am I..?|

Name: Kaius Hughe
|Kaius - Happy, Rejoice | Hughe - Bright, Intelligent |

Age/Birthday: 18 years old, 28 July

Gender: Male

District: 3


|What am I like? ...Sure, whatever.|

Physical Appearance: Kaius stands as a skinny and lanky figure at 5'10", with eyes that gave off a bright piercing blue colour. His dark brown hair sweeps above  his eyes, keeping the rest of it at a reasonable length. Most of the times his hair is tousled, not really seeing the logic of wasting time 'doing up' one's hair. His wardrobe was fairly simple, nothing fancy, wearing whatever his hands grabbed first. Kaius takes along his thin glasses to work or school, with slightly imperfect eyesight, he had them to make sure things wouldn't turn out bad because he didn't had them.

Personality: Kaius used to just be the silent, intelligent, antisocial guy, blending in with the rest of the district. District 3 was known for training what others called them geniuses, but inside the district, it was the same; smart kids here and there, focusing on school and work. Kaius was part of that group until something happened in his life, or more like someone. He started to talk more, eliminating the silent part of him. But he stayed a very realistic and pessimistic person, following answers only by logic. No logic, no solution. He's a worrisome rat, over-thinking some situations and looking at them at worse case scenarios. Oh the irony of how his name meant of happiness and rejoice when he himself seemed to lacked those.

Family:

Kaius lives in a modest house smacked right in the middle of the factory and the Tech Hub with his mother, Wria Hughe, 49. The middle-aged woman was short and looks out of place among the family but her hands worked fast in the factory. She had the exact same flowing dark brown hair with specks of white spotted at the roots of her hair. Her green eyes looked shrewd and serious, instilling the values in Kaius, the same values probably every other family would believe in.

Kaius' father, Gabriel Hughe, 50, taught as a teacher in electronics for the students of the district. He doesn't earn much but he felt it would be knowledge put to good use. The man, whose genes have been obvious inherited by his children, was at least 6 foot, not really counting anymore. His slick black hair seemed to miraculously keep the oldie hairs away as well. The husband was much softer than the wife, with blue eyes made for his soft expressions, having to deal with students and not electronics.

Kaius also has to share his lives with 3 other siblings, his older sister, Kris, 25, who decided to be under the wings of their father. Kris' motherly figure that came along with her jet black hair and grey eyes gave her an extra edge to the job that she wanted.

His older brother, Frevor, 23, whom Kaius suffocates with in the same room. The young man stood close to his father's height at 5'12" with the same physical qualities as Kaius. Frevor works in the factory but work would probably be an understatement. He often skips and play truancy on work, simply not getting his daily pay on those days.

Not forgetting the youngest in the family which would be the youngest brother, Xavier Hughe, 10, enjoying the life of annoying the hell out of the siblings, being smart with too much time in his hands. The oddball has bronze hair and amusing green eyes. These features were suppose to look very much like their mother, but in a way, they don't; The way they carry their personalities could make anyone bet that they were never related.

Someone special that impacted Kaius' life greatly would be one of his best friends, or only best friend; Sora Laroque, died at the age of 15, proud member of District 3. The blonde was someone different, she had something, or everything that he lacked. Sora was like the sun in the district, her brown eyes seemed to be meant to sooth and her dirty blonde hair aways seemed to compliment her eyes. However her intellectual skills was below the average, always being placed last. But she continued to be the sunny girl she always was, till the very last breath when she died in the 25th Hunger Games.

Brief History:
|Kaius' history is heavily based on his theme song Transparent Answer.|  
Kaius lived his normal boring life for most of his years, among the hundreds acing their studies. People saw that he would have a good future ahead. But he was unfeeling and saw the world as it is; The sun is just there to give us warmth and light, the rain was precipitation, flowers bloom to reproduce, people smile due to the sensory neurons from the eyes transferring the nerve impulses to the brain, deciding to send nerve impulses to the motor neurons to move the muscles for smiling, and tears were just produced by the tear glands in the eye to keep the eyes moist. Why should feeling come in place with all this scientific explanation?

However he met a girl in school, who sat beside him. Constantly trying to talk to him; asking him what's his favourite food, favourite thing to do, favourite colour. Why? Kaius constantly asks himself. Why bother talking to him and not be like everyone else, ignore his existence as a whole? Even teachers don't really care if he was present in class or not, with his kind of grades, it didn't really matter. Every time a test comes back her grades were always the lowest. Her name was Sora. Sora Laroque. She'd always ask Kaius how he did in his test but why? Even when she probably knew, just like the rest of the class, that it'll just be the same as always - 100%. It used to just be plain annoying when she continued to try and converse with him. But soon the annoyance disappeared and they had almost conversations sometimes. How and why did it happen? Kaius had no answer to that. He just shook it off as a reason of that he pitied her, trying her best to get to know him without any luck. Pitied. The human mind was so complicated.

Kaius started to open up to Sora, it was almost impossible not to. He started to talk more than he had in three years. Why would his brain give in to her and let his mouth talk? His pessimism sometimes got out, how he was just a piece, a worker for the district. He could easily be replaced by someone else. Sora flash her unforgettable smile, "isn't that just silly? No one can replace you! And neither me! Everyone is the same, yet everyone is so different. Did that make sense? I guess not!" Kaius never made sense of it, with no logic, he chose not to believe what she said. He tried helping her in her studies but to no avail, their study sessions often ended with Sora laughing it off, "I guess I'm just that stupid after all!" Kaius didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know how to 'comfort' her, it wasn't taught thus he never learnt.

It was the day before the reaping day for the First Quarter Quell, where Kaius spotted Sora crying. But he didn't know what to do. What would he need to do? Why would he need to? Till now the human mind is still as perplexing as it is. Kaius did  the only thing logical to him then, he left her alone. On Reaping Day, she volunteered as tribute, shocking the whole district. It was literally suicide. Why? Kaius kept asking himself, and later asked her. She grinned not really answering the question, but told him, "isn't it just too sad to see the world as it is? The world is so much more fun. And I won't be replaced. I can prove it to you!" Just as he was dragged out of her room in the Justice building, the sorrowful words hit his ears, being her last sickening words to him, "and I don't belong here." Sometimes, Kaius just wish he didn't hear those last words of her and left it at what she said before, keeping her cheeriness as her last words.

For the first time, Kaius watched the Games. Never leaving his eyes off Sora. Watched her smile, watched her fear, watched her cry, watched her die. Watched her commit suicide, giving in to her prey. After all this time, Kaius thought he knew her, but in fact he didn't solve a thing at all. All the Whys and Hows he asked himself, all had no answer. Or maybe the answers were just transparent. For once Kaius truly believe what he was letting out weren't just tears to keep his eyes moist as they spill out, he truly believed that they were tears with emotions. Happy, Sad, Angry, Envy, Surprise, Feelings, the Human Mind is so complex.

| Huh? Anything else? What's with all these questions really...|

Flaw: Kaius has absolutely no hope in looking for hope! Hope and optimism were just fancy thinkings to make people feel better about themselves. He doesn't know how to comfort or help in any way like that. Being such a wet blanket, Kaius' pessimism and realism could cost him. Sometimes, things like miracles really do happen if one wishes strong enough. Kaius would've never even pass first base.

Pets: Sadly their family was too big to get an addition, and everyone else was way too busy anyways.

Rich or Poor?: The Hughes are lucky enough to fall among the middle classmen, with their mother working extremely hard to compensate for the low salary from their father.

Weapon of Choice: Peculiarly, Kaius enjoys a good throw of the boomerang. Attaching the tip of it with a knife or two could maybe make it harmful, just sayin'.

Talents:
Kaius has a good arm throw, so he's good at throwing things around, having at least some fun with a boomerang he got from the Upper District for a few cents. Other than that arm, he's probably useless in everything else physical.

Like how he was born and raised in District 3, Kaius is a quick thinker theoretically smart; finding the answer to every question, the solution the every problem. That have already been thrown at him that is. Some things are so predictable, but then again, as he figured out along the way, some things aren't.

Kaius knows how to avoid detection and avoid conflict. No comment, don't talk, stay unseen. It"ll be just like how he lived his daily life.

Preferred Angles: Intelligent, Anti Social, Not-Much-Of-A-Conversation-Holder.

Angles this tribute will not do: Understanding, Chatty, Optimistic

Other: Kaius secretly hates working on electronics but what can he do? Electronics bore him with it's simplicity, as what he would feel they are. Also, He's FC is Nicholas Hoult! Very Happy

| Hope it wasn't too much of a bore on my little steps of life. It was... fun. I guess. But thanks.. for sticking around all this time. I was probably such a horrible downy person to be with but everyone's a little different. It's so hard to comprehend, yet so simple. ...Thank you. All of you. I'm gonna miss this life but hope you'll stick around and hang in there. I'm such a hypocrite but... keep that hope in you up. It's always worth a shot. |[/font]


















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"Raquel didn't get her answer. Her tired, damaged lungs finally gave up and stopped working altogether. When her pathetic oxygen supply flickered out, so did she. Leaving with a comforting thought that at least, someone, someone, had remembered her. She had at least left a mark to remember. But then again... everyone forget things after awhile don't they?"




"I'm not perfect.
I'm useless.
I'm nothing.
Who's that fool reflected in the mirror?
I don't even know who I truly was anymore.
They say trying is tiring but it's the only way to succeed.
To me, it's just a torturous lie.
No matter how hard I try
I'm always a second choice.
Or maybe just plain last."


| Who am I? Why would you want to know. |

Name: Raquel Ciera
|Raquel (pronounced rah-kehl) - Innocent | Ciera - Dark |

Age/Birthday: 16, 5th September

Gender: Female

District: 5


|What am I like? How the hell should I know? |

Physical Appearance: Raquel is not the tallest person, only standing at a height of 5'5 with dirty blonde hair that drops midway down her back. Her bangs sweeps across her grey eyes that were always an interesting sight to see. As beautiful as her stunning grey eyes are, Raquel hated them. They reminded her of her sister. She gets irritated when someone looks at her in the eye for too long too. She usually lets her hair down unless she had something physical to do. Her clothes were all worn out since they were passed down from her sister.

Personality: Raquel tried to be nice but it's not a very easy task. She doesn't understand a lot of complicated words and she hates it when she has to make a fool of herself over and over again to ask. She's thick skinned, or at least trying to be, so that what other's say doesn't affect her. She sometimes get to the point of just plain rude as well. Her perfectionist side gives her that need for everything that she does to be perfect. Truth be told, no one really knows what Raquel is like. Not even herself. She feels insecure of that. To her, to her mother, she's just a carbon copy of her sister. Or is suppose to be. Her own life has no value or motive, not even to live as Raquel Ciera.

"From morning til midnight, I can't find a reason.
This world keeps on turning without a single motive.
The value of this life results to nothing much.
Even if I were to die nothing would change."
-Perfectionist Complex


Family:

Raquel lives with her mother, Madeliene Ciera, 46. The woman sees her younger daughter as one who should live up to her old sister, nothing more. Her fore wrinkles and eyebags under her tired green eyes are often evidence of her worrisome and stress; over money, food, cost of living, and her useless daughter. Her brown hair started being shared with hair since both her husband and better daughter died.

Raquel's father, Mark Ciera, died at the age of 39, when Raquel was nine years old. She don't remember much of him, since he's never around. always out there in the districts working. Raquel believes in her own sinful lie that he was a really nice and caring man.

Raquel also used to live with her older sister, Audrey Ciera, died at the age of 18, a proud member of district 5. Audrey died at the 24th Annual Hunger Games when Raquel was 10. The older of the Ciera sisters looked very much like the other; dirty blonde hair, stunning grey eyes. the only difference is that one had the face of a mature young adult, while the other had the face of a child. Raquel always looked up to her sister, she always wanted to be just like her. Obviously, Raquel's naive child self was wanting the wrong things. Audrey was kind hearted, hardworking, respectful to others, filial, level headed, fair, and the list goes on. She was close to perfection. In Raquel's eyes, she was already perfect.

Brief History: Raquel really did once loved her sister. Their family only had the money to send one of them to school and they chose to give Audrey the privilege. After their father died, money issues were even tighter than before. Audrey was the one that came home everyday and taught Raquel little by little; how the read, how to write, how to protect herself. Raquel preferred being taught by her sister anyways than go to school, but she never thought that Audrey wouldn't  be alive long enough to teach her more. She remembered her sister's words that were ever so often used on Raquel, which were too her last words to her little sister, "He who asks is a fool for five minutes. He who never asks, is a fool forever." Audrey taught Raquel to always just ask and not pretend to understand when you don't. Audrey left her family with her warm, serene smile on her face before disappearing from the district forever.

She didn't even last for a week in the arena.

Her mother let her watch the Hunger Games for the first time, and it was terrifying. Audrey was too nice. And the nice always die first. And thus her education stopped there. She was never taught how to work and she doesn't know a thing about mechanics and transportation. Her mother is always to busy too help her in any way. She kept telling Raquel to grow up and make yourself useful for once. But what can she do? The only thing Audrey taught her is to keep herself safe from the bad guys. She was useless. Everyone says that. Sometimes she just sit around the work sites and listen in to what people say, trying to learn and pick up things. But she'd never made it far without having questions to ask with no one to answer. Every time her mother stares at her useless daughter she always ranted, "Why can't you be more like your sister?!" Because she was too perfect. And it killed her. What sister? You mean the stranger in the mirror every time I look? I hate her. It's because of her that it's like I don't really exist at all. A shell for her soul. I hate her. I want Raquel back. I don't want Audrey anymore. I hate her.

| Anything else? What? You want a cherry on top? Go buy one then. |

Flaw: Her lack in knowledge and ignorance is her biggest flaw. It could very well kill her, like how perfection killed her sister. And most of the times, she asks too much.

Pets: No pets. Even if she had one, it'd be dead by day 1.

Rich or Poor?: Poor, with only her mother working, even food on the table is hard.

Weapon of Choice: Raquel would do good with a swiss dagger or any kind of shortswords because it's fairly similar to the knives Audrey taught her with before. Audrey gave her a swiss army knife she bought from the upper district to keep her little sister safe whenever she goes out on her own. Till today she still has it.

Talents:
Raquel has a great sense of hearing, after years of trying to listen to others and multiple conversations at once. Her sensitive ears pick up things quite quickly.

Since she's so useless, Raquel always seem to find the best places to hide; away from her mother, away from the workers she eavesdrop on, and away from the pragmatic world.

The way she grew up had made Raquel not so soft hearted as her older sister, evident that it can only get yourself killed. In a way, harsh insults, death threats and killings can't faze her in any more than they already have.

Preferred Angles: Ignorant, Honest, Daring

Angles this tribute will not do: Timid, Sassy, Weak

Other: Raquel picked up a dusty old violin from the Upper District, how she did it is something she'd rather not say. But was obviously beaten by her mother, accusing her on wasting money on it when it's just as useless as herself. As off tuned as it sounds with no real melody created, the sounds still comforts Raquel in a way. Also, her FC's Jennette McCurdy! Very Happy

| Heh... It was a good run. If anyone's ever seeing this, let me tell you this - thank you. To have someone knowing of your existence, of your life is such a blessing. And to have someone remember, is just a miracle. I hope I made at least some kind of impact.. but what can change that fact? Thanks for actually caring, I guess. Who knows? Maybe I'll see ya around. ...And Maybe you'll still remember me as Raquel Ciera. |


















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"Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. She felt a sword slip into her, it didn't even hurt, after all that the Gamemakers had tortured her through. Only then did she look up at the boy. She don't blame him, nobody really liked her anyways. It's fine if she left. No it's not fine. The back of her mind screamed, crying from within, thinking about her baby sister. How much more pain does she have to go through? She doesn't deserve any of that. She can't really not cry anymore. She don't have the strength to hold it in, who really cares anyway? No one. Cai was closer than before, his hand at the end of the sword in her. Amaya pulled him in and kissed him softly, barely even making it. She pulled out her necklace that held the heart of District 4 in a vial and dropped it on his hands. Her lips curled up as she whispered, "You bastard." She chuckled and let go. She was a horrible person wasn't she? If only she could die with that little hope people always seem to get in their last moments. She had nothing, but to only hope she don't see her brother in hell. And Amaya let her mind go to sleep. How long have they not slept yet? But it felt nice to close her eyes, shut down her brain, and take a break. Only she can never wake up and keep everyone's promises ever again."




"I don't like the memories
because the tears come easily,
and once again
I break my promise to myself for this day.
It's a constant battle.
A war between remembering and forgetting."


|Hi there! What's up? Oh? Who am I? Well~ |

Name: Amaya Walker
| Amaya - Night rain |

Age/Birthday:18 years old, 17 June

Gender: Female

District: 4


|Hm? What am I like? Why don't you try and guess? It'll be fun!|

Physical Appearance: Amaya stands at a height of about 158cm. She has blue serene eyes and long brown hair all the way down to her waist, curling a little at the ends. But as often as not, her hair curls a little more whenever she takes a swim. The front stands are pulled back and tied together, forming something like a braided crown when she's bored and once in awhile, you'd see she in a pony tail when its really hot out there. An long shirt or singlet and shorts are what is usually seen on this District 4 girl. Why wear something that is not comfortable when there's a sea to swim in?

Personality: Amaya is a happy-go-lucky and outgoing girl. She tries she best to make many friends but usually fails, therefore she spends most of her free time with nature, as she feels that nature would accept anyone. She hopes to make as many people smile as she can. Even though she doesn't really want people to go to the games but it is inevitable, so she thought "at least let the people be happy while they can!"Amaya can be very different with different people, on the first impression, she may seem to be a quiet teen, but after talking to her, she changes quite differently to be who she really is. The loss of her brother has made her change quite a bit but she still tries her best to stay who she really is.

Family:

Amaya lives with her Mother Judith Walker, 36. the brunette woman does house keeping jobs to earn some money but most of the time she'll be helping out with their store.

Amaya also has her twin brother Skye Walker, 16. Older by a few minutes, Skye helps with the fishing industry in District 4 and is the main bread winner in the family. With the same brown hair and serene blue eyes, he stands much taller than Amaya and has a stronger build, but both of them could arm wrestle and still go down to the wire! He is Amaya's best friend, someone she can talk to anytime, someone with no secrets in between them. Well.. maybe one or two embarrassing ones. Losing him was the biggest blow to Amaya. Sometimes, she wished that she was the one dead and not Skye, the family would probably be living better now.

Adding on, Amaya also lives with her younger sister Kaira Walker, 12.  Being the youngest in the family, Kaira just goes around everywhere, help cook some food, help with some house keeping, or even help fish. Unlike Kaira's siblings, she has blonde hair, just like their father (deceased), with chocolate brown eyes. She looks up to her siblings, always being protected by them, but sometimes she enjoy being independent just to prove to them!

Brief History: Her father had died out at sea, leaving the family with nothing much, losing their sole breadwinner. Skye decided to join in the fishing industry and the rest of the family ran a bakery, since all the district really has in abundance is fish. The family have been able to cope well, after recovering from the shock of the lost of their father and have been able to be optimistic about the future. However, with Skye gone, it was an even greater impact to the family. Amaya bakes the bread earlier in the morning before heading off to take over her brother's job of fishing, letting the bakery be taken cared by Kaira and their mother. It's driving her up the wall, being haunted by her memories of her brother but she had to put a strong front in order to continue their lives.

|Anything else huh? Well why not?|

Flaw: Amaya can be quite gullible, as well as childish at times even. She trusts everyone until they give her a reason not to. Not a very wise decision in some times though, is it?

Pets: A cinnamon ferret called Mint usually hangs around on her shoulders unless she needed to do work. He scurries around the district whenver Amaya shoos him off!

Rich or Poor?: it fluctuates but usually enough to put enough food on their table, with a little bit of extra cash once in awhile if business is good.

Weapon of Choice: She prefers ranged weapons, so throwing stars, throwing daggers, throwing knives, mostly knives as they were easily accessible from home, (or even guns if it was possible) would be her choice. but if forced, she handles the shortswords not too bad, dual swords in both her hands interest her in a way. After her brother left, she picked up his bow and started practicing with it, it was a sane way to remember Skye once in a while but she never said she was good at it.

Talents:
Dancing, has to be at the top of the list. She is a good dancer, but we doubt rarely anyone would be interested in much entertainment here. But she enjoys dancing to herself as well. Dance has helped her become very agile and built up a good amount of stamina as well.

Baking is next on the list, helping out at the bakery with her flair in the kitchen, she help contribute to the family income.

Being in District 4 has helped her become a good swimmer, though she doesn't enjoy fishing, she enjoys swimming down to pick a few oysters and or for leisure, to be close to nature.

Preferred Angles: Innocent, Spontaneous, Affable

Angles this tribute will not do: Mysterious, extremely girly, Sexy

Other:Even though she looks much weaker than her brother, she is no weak girl at all and enjoys a good challenge with her brother. However some people tend to judge her by first impression. On a random side note, Amaya enjoys star gazing with her brother as well. Also, her FC's Lyndsy Fonseca! Very Happy


| Who am I even talking to. Hmph, well at least the walls are listening. It was a ride of a life time, that's for sure! ...Thanks again though, to anyone who cared. God I miss so many people. Regrets really suck. You just want to do anything to go back and redo things. Mend fights, say sorry, spend more time, have fun, love someone, live a better life. But it's 'Game Over'.. huh? Psh, this is dumb, why would you care, I'll just go find some music-  ..to dance to.

..Seriously though, thanks. I love you guys. For just being there. Skye, Faye, Stella, Kaira, even Cai. Yeah,  love ya too Cai, you bastard. |

















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A-ri-su-Hana-no




"Just because I laugh a lot,
doesn't mean that my life is easy.
Just because I have a smile on my face every day,
doesn't mean that something isn't bothering me.
I just choose to move on from the negatives of my life."


|Yoho~! It's a great day isn't it? Ahh, who am I? I'm more curious to know who are you! |

Name: Arisu Hanano
*- Japanese form of English Alice, meaning "noble sort." pronounced Ah-ree-su / Ah-rees though some people at her district just calls her Alice*
| Arisu : Noble sort | Hanano : Flower Field |

Age/Birthday: 18, 7th March

Gender: Female

District: 11


|What am I like? How nice of you to ask! Let's play a game while we're at it! |

Physical Appearance: Arisu has black hair slightly below shoulder length but the Sun seemed to have bleached it dark brown, so it would seem that way under the sun. She is a petite girl standing at a miserable height of 147cm (4'8"), despite her age, and is often mistaken for a little girl. But her skills beg to differ from her small frame. Her jet black eyes were no different from her appearance, they give away her curiosity and childishness and her fair skin was still a mystery, having worked by the orchards for so long. She was actually strong for her size and people judge her by appearance at first look but her brothers taught her much!

Personality: Her childish and small appearance hides what's deep inside her. Arisu may be curious, but she is often skeptical and rarely trusts a lot of people. She learns from her father over time to be more open with people as not everyone is against her but she retains some up tightness about sensitive situations from her mother. Also, amusingly, Arisu hates people commenting about her height. She tolerates comments about her childishness and foolish curiosity as that is what she is, but she can't stand comments about her height. It was not something she had control over! So it was a sensitive subject and as her temper dissolves as fast as it rises, she flares up and sulks for a short period of time when someone says it. Arisu's personality wouldn't be easy to figure out, she's a mix of everyone in the family so we can say that she's a complicated girl.

Family:

Arisu's mother, Ayaka Hanano, 46, works by their family orchard that grows Apples. The slim middle aged woman is the one in charge of the orchard and make sure no one was slacking off. She was tall with thick black hair that usually goes in a bun to survive the heat during the day and is a very traditional Japanese woman. However, she have became more lenient with the way they lived their lives.

Arisu's father, Hiroshi Hanano, 49, mostly helps with the heavy labour work around the orchard; watering the plants, transporting the apples, etc. The middle aged man was less uptight than his wife, being more amiable thus he often takes charge of the sales of the apples. He black hair was blended with grey but he always seemed like a calm, and tolerant father.

Arisu has two older brothers, Kei Hanano , 24 and Ryuu Hanano, 19, who as well help out in the family business. Both of them manage to escape the Games and were finally safe, heaving a sigh of relief when Ryuu turned 19. Kei helps around the fields more while Ryuu would follow his father to sell the apples. Kei was more reserved than his brother Ryuu, as well as less.. spontaneous. Ryuu bleached his hair white-blonde (who gotten a beating from his mother) and was more of a problematic child but he was filial and enjoys helping out in his family business.

Kei Hanano:
 

Ryuu Hanano:
 

Brief History: The Hanano family, that lived out of Panem, was somehow forced to stay in district 11 and had to restart their orchards from scratch. Once, they declined selling a large number of apples to the Capitol, which angered them, and the family was then thrown into District 11, in order for the Capitol to gain a stable supply of Japanese apples. They were forced into District 11 when Kei was 16, Ryuu 11, and Arisu 9. There after, their family never dared to have a fourth child, fearing of the Games. At least everyone is safe and sound.. so far. The family had learnt proper English and was able to survive and soon thrive. However many people assumed that Arisu couldn't speak English. She can speak English perfectly fine and the confusion within the district soon cleared when she opened her mouth to talk.

|Anything else? Ahh, actually yes! And we should go roam around together sometime! |

Flaw: Due to her childishness, Arisu can rarely take anything seriously. The Games seemed like.. a game to her, though she never really watched them, and never realised the seriousness of it. Because of that, she may find fun in everything she does, but it could be her undoing at inevitably serious situations.

Pets: She has a little door mouse that lingers around their place and it soon took a liking to Arisu, accompanying her everywhere she goes.

Rich or Poor?: Having a thriving apple orchard, with all family members contributing, they were moderately rich. Enough to feed themselves and have leftovers to save up.

Weapon of Choice: She enjoys throwing knives however she was skillful with the sword/spear as well.

Talents: Being the only girl in the Hanano siblings, she gets fascinated whenever her brothers have a playful brawl and begged them to teach her something. They started off with a bamboo pole and that was how she got strong and skillful with long weapons.

Of course, being a -cough- short, light and petite girl, Arisu was agile and silent, climbing trees like that door mouse of hers, and it was the only thing she'd be proud of concerning her height.

Being in the Agricultural District, Arisu was knowledgeable in the plants that were edible and those that were not. That's how she tear away the weeds and weird harmful plants growing close to their orchard.

Preferred Angles : Bubbly, Childish, Curious

Angles this tribute will not do (Max. 3): Silent, Arrogant

Other: Arisu actually enjoys challenging her brothers to a fight and she even beat Ryuu once! It was a battle she'd never forget and would use it against Ryuu once in awhile. Arisu also loves the Japanese culture her mother retains in the family and during breaks, she'd sit on a nearby tree to listen to her mother sing as she works.



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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:06 pm



| Playlist in the making! |

basically I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile now because music has always been one of my most effective muse for writing and RPing, and I thought I should give them some credit and lime light as well! The gist of how the playlist will go by is by displaying the youtube video of each charrie's theme song(s) and explaining how it is reflected upon them and during which part of their lives. Let the construction of the score book begin! Gaz\'s Smilie

Edit.Jun'14: Basically just bringing is over from my old topic and continuing the work c:





Alice is a song that represents the time when she and her brother were seperated, "going on alone" without each other. "For we are two of a kind; When we walk, we are one", they truly were one, they were inseperable, and it's scary being alone. From the reapings, "From this moment on, you will go alone." Amaya had no power to change that fact and she seemed to remember once in a while that she too was now going alone. "I was here with you, and now, it's gone too soon", the shock ever so often wavers in and out, sometimes still not believing the fact that he was chosen and gone. She didn't like the loneliness but she knew it'll always be there, there to kill a little part of her everytime. Amaya just hopes that Skye would have an easier time going on his journey alone, wishing that she could do more for him in the Hunger Games.


Magenta is a song of a shared conversation between the twins. No words were needed, but they knew it. "Don’t you let go. Take a look around, you are not alone." It was the support they needed from each other just to keep going, no matter how torturous it was. These very first words of "Remember again", constantly reminds them never to forget, as painful as it is, it's worth keeping each others' memories. "When you feel like the world is falling in and you can’t seem to find the way back in. Don’t cry, just hear these words and remember again."




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See Magenta




Rain stops, goodbye is a song that represents the last moments of Skye's life. It was exactly raining and he was holding on to a broken silver lining, as he fell from the top 2. "These feelings that I shout out will soon go down drain - pouring, and away, like the rain. It doesn't matter what i say, or what beautiful song I sing, they'll never reach you.." It was about the regret he had in his life, of how everything he does now makes no different, of how he'll never be able to see and reach for his sister ever again. "Do you still love me or not? Your answer came just a second too late for me," he asks but nothing was given back. He wondered after becoming such a monster, would his sister still forgive him? Will Amaya forgive him for losing? For leaving her alone? For not coming back. But he'll never know the answer. And when the rain stops, all he can hope to say is "goodbye."

"You will no longer be right next to me. And even then, I can feel my heart whispering quietly,

Pointing me where you are..."




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Rewind is a song about her past, her actions, and her regrets. It's about how she "doesn't want to go another day" and she "just wants to put the pieces back and rewind." Solange wanted everything to change, from the day she made that mistake when she should've kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to hurt anyone else and "so I walk this road alone." Solange still had her father and every time he does something, it reminds her of her mother, a constant reminder of her actions and her guilt. "When he held your hand that way, and it felt like yesterday, but it's also far away. 'Cause you cant rewind..." It is her fault that her father lost his love. And what's worst, is that she can't do anything to change it.





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PostSubject: Re: Chii's notes to a new sonata   Tue Oct 14, 2014 9:00 am


Because the post couldn't handle the amount of text booooooo, here are some extras from my charries that couldn't fit in but I couldn't bear to put them away c':

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