Amber awoke with a start, having had a nightmare of sorts. She hadn't been scared, really, of all
the people and animals she had seen in it, that had somehow come in contact with her life before
dying. She felt more concern than fear nagging at the back of her brain, telling her that yes, they
had been speaking to her as the conveyor belt she was laying on carried her farther and farther
down the line - but she hadn't heard a single syllable. She'd been paralyzed, but didn't feel panic
at the inability to move. It was almost like an unexplainable peace had washed over her...
Footsteps coming down the uncarpeted hallway caused her to sit up and fling the blankets off of
her bed, and she shot to her feet just incase she had already been told to get up by now. A small wince
graced her face as her toes curled at the unpleasant feeling of being pressed against her cold, bare
floor when only moments ago they’d been snuggled under warm covers. Her bedroom door was
swung open silently, and a dark-haired head popped in to greet her.
“Good morning,” her mother murmured, “I’m surprised you’re already up. Start getting ready,
we’ll leave just as soon as you’re done.”
Amber nodded and smiled to acknowledge that she’d understood, and watched as her mother
pulled her handle-less bedroom door back into a closed position. It didn’t bug her that much,
really, but the lack of privacy when men where in the house didn’t please her, either. Still, she
changed into her typical clothes, something that could serve as a casual school outfit and still be
functional if she didn’t have time to change again before going to work.
She tugged a long-sleeved grey shirt over a thinner white top to layer out her clothes, and slipped
on her work boots, tucking them under the pant legs of her slightly-too-big-hand-me-down blue
jeans. As she slipped out of her dark bedroom and into the lighter hallway, she twisted her hair
back into a tight bun that she knew would fall apart later.
“Well, someone’s up and ready this morning, did you go to bed early or something?” Amber’s
father asked, giving her a cheeky smile like he always did. She grinned in response and gave a
slight nod, before mentioning her dream.
“Well, that’s interesting and all, but I’d like us to leave, I can see Pat and Brealle leaving
already,” her mother mentioned, eyes glued to the window where she had spotted the two girls
coming slowly down the adjacent street. “You can tell us about it when you get home.”
Amber gave another nod and trotted out the front door, leading the three out of the home. Her
father was the last to come out, and gave a commanding, “watch the house,” to the hound-mutt
they kept as their guard dog. The dog wagged his tail as Amber waved good-bye to him, and she
gave both her parents small hugs in exchange for a verbal mention of their departure.
When they turned to leave toward their work zones Amber made her way toward her two
neighbors, Pat and Brealle. Their families had known each other for quite a few years, but Amber
felt very indifferent about them. Pat was a rough girl, raised with two older brothers, and had
proven herself many times over in the art of carving meat, while Brealle was a cattle brander for
her family’s herd, and had the strength of someone twice her size.
“Hello Amber,” Brealle greeted, waving and giving her a bright smile.
“Good morning,” Pat included, and Amber echoed her in response. They stood in a small
awkward triangle for a while, Amber waiting for someone to say something or start walking, as
was their daily routine. Brealle looked back and forth from the two, gaze finally landing on Pat,
the unspoken leader of their trio. She returned the glances with a blank stare and her naturally
hard-set mouth before turning on the heel of her black polished shoes and muttering a quick,
“Come on, let’s go to school.”
Skills/Strengths: (What your character is good at.)he's strong, he's a lovable goofball that could easily get allies, he knows a few things about healing (a few not a ton of stuff), and he can cook... Shut up.
Weaknesses: (What your character is weak to or afraid of.) he's slow, sucks with stealth, can't swim to well, he's a large target for archers and what else... Oh ya he's allergic to dieing resulting in his death.
Biography: (What your character's life was like before the reaping.) um... How do I put this... Evon's life has been relatively normal. He hasn't had any great heartbreak, no devastating lose, no near death experience none of that, he's just had a normal life, well that is if you can think of upper middle normal in Panem.
The only thing that really stands out about his back story is that his family ran away from the districts during the rebellion to avoid the fighting.
Personality (How your character acts, how he/she behaves around people.)Evon is a relatively nice guy most of the time. He doesn't really like to play the bad guy or hurting others. He's the kind of person who would try to make happy, and of coarse people often take advantage of this. Evon is very gullible at times but he isn't quite that much. Confused let me explain. In normal life he would be easily tricked into doing something for someone (as long as it isn't illegal he isn't willing to **** off the peacekeepers) but in a place like the games he wouldn't be so easily tricked (this does make sence seeing as there are 24 kids trying to kill each other of coarse he wouldn't fall for something that easily.)
Evon is the kind of person who can't help but feel guilty over things even if he had nothing to do with it. He can't help but think that maybe if he stepped in with whatever it was it would have ended much better. Because of this he's often guilted into doing stuff for other people.
He can be a bit of an awkward turtle at times. Of coarse when I say awkward turtle I mean he's a bit socially awkward. No he isn't shy or weird (ok he is a bit weird) but he's often chought in awkward situations with everyone staring at him. Now that isn't saying that his attempts to get out of those situations aren't any less awkward (or funny). Once he is in one of these situations it's only down hill from there leading to extrem embarrassment.
Evon is the kind of person that would try to bring a smile to someone's face. He doesn't like to see people who are sad or down and will try his damnedest to cheer them up. He isn't afraid to make himself look like an idiot to do that either. He is very persistent when doing so and will stop at nothing to get the said person to smile. He is a very big goof ball and people love him for it, but not everyone. He annoys some people with his niceness and his need to make people happy so they just want him to leave them alone (what did you think he was a Gary Stu no he isn't the most popular person ever not even close he's more or less around average as far as popularity goes.)
Appearance (What does your character look like?)Evon is around 6 feet tall with a pretty muscular build from years of heavy lifting from working at shops for years. He has black hair and steel blue eyes that he wears square rimmed glasses for. He isn't ugly no but he also isn't a super modal, so basically he's average looking more or less.
Skills/Strengths: (What your character is good at.)he's strong, he's a lovable goofball that could easily get allies, he knows a few things about healing (a few not a ton of stuff), and he can cook... Shut up.
Weaknesses: (What your character is weak to or afraid of.) he's slow, sucks with stealth, can't swim to well, he's a large target for archers and what else... Oh ya he's alergic to dieing resulting in his death.
Biography: (What your character's life was like before the reaping.) um... How do I put this... Evon's life has been relatively normal. He hasn't had any great heartbreak, no devastating lose, no near death experience none of that, he's just had a normal life, well that is if you can conceder upper middle normal in Panem.
The only thing that really stands out about his back story is that his family ran away from the districts during the rebellion to avoid the fighting.
Personality (How your character acts, how he/she behaves around people.)Evon is a relativally nice guy most of the time. He doesn't really like to play the bad guy or hurting others. He's the kind of person who would try to make happy, and of corse people often take advantage of this. Evon is very gullible at times but he isn't quite that much. Confused let me explain. In normal life he would be easily tricked into doing something for someone (as long as it isn't illegal he isn't willing to **** off the peacekeepers) but in a place like the games he wouldn't be so easily tricked (this does make sence seeing as there are 24 kids trying to kill each other of corse he wouldn't fall for something that easily.)
Evon is the kind of person who can't help but feel guilty over things even if he had nothing to do with it. He can't help but think that maybe if he steped in with whatever it was it would have ended much better. Because of this he's often guilted into doing stuff for other people.
He can be a bit of an awkward turtle at times. Of corse when I say awkward turtle I mean he's a bit socially awarkord. No he isn't shy or werid (ok he is a bit werid) but he's often chought in awkward situations with everyone stairing at him. Now that isn't saying that his attempts to get out of those situations aren't any less awkward (or funny). Once he is chought in one of these situations it's only down hill from there leading to extream emberessment.
Evon is the kind of person that would try to bring a smile to someone's face. He doesn't like to see people who are sad or down and will try his damnedest to cheer them up. He isn't afraid to make himself look like an idiot to do that either. He is very persistent when doing so and will stop at nothing to get the said person to smile. He is a very big goof ball and people love him for it, but not everyone. He annoys some people with his niceness and his need to make people happy so they just want him to leave them alone (what did you think he was a Gary Stu no he isn't the most popular person ever not even close he's more or less around average as far as popularity goes.)
Appearance (What does your character look like?)Evon is around 6 feet tall with a pretty muscular build from years of heavy lifting from working at shops for years. He has black hair and steel blue eyes that he wears square rimmed glasses for. He isn't ugly no but he also isn't a super modal, so basically he's average looking more or less.
[I like it, but I'm not accepting quite yet. Fix up the spelling and one or two grammar mistakes I saw and you've got a deal. Also, SkullKing, we're in Monday, not Thursday.]
Markus Li
After Bouvardia left the room, I looked at the cupcake on the table beside me. [i]How the heck do I do this now?[/i] I thought to myself. I reached my unbroken right arm over to the left, but couldn't quite reach the muffin. Shuffling over some more to the left, I managed to balance myself near the edge of the bed, but I was still just barely unable to reach. [i]Just a little further...[/i]
CLUNK! I slipped off the side of the bed and, still unable to reach the table with my hand, grabbed the edge of the table with my teeth. I was now balanced awkwardly on just my teeth on the table and my legs on the bed, my torso hanging between. And all of this for a muffin.[Just a quick heads up, I have a swim meet starting this evening. The sessions are: Friday evening, Saturday morning, Sunday morning. During those times, I cannot be online.]
Tyler was at the store when he saw a peacekeepers watching him. Just about normal for him he has been being watched ever since he killed that second peacekeeper. "Why do they call themselves peacekeepers when they try to tazer and beat up anyone in sight?" he wondered. Right now Tyler had to focus on getting the food home safely. He used the money he got from pick-pocketing people around town. People seemed to be carrying more money he noticed because he has more than he has ever gotten from them. Tyler bought the food and hurried down the street but as he was jogging he noticed peacekeepers to both his right and left. Tyler then started a run. So did the peacekeepers. Tyler got to his house opened the door and slamed it shut behind him and said "Hide, now.". Lucy and Will got to their cordianted hiding spots as Emma grabbed two blades and a tazer. She gave one to Tyler and they both stood with their backs to the wall next to the door.
[Ok scatmaster. If it's tuesday now, this post will not take place on tuesday, on monday. I am so confused!Also, estar, sorry I didn't see your leaving note. I am glad to see that you will still be taking part in the wonderful RP.]
Dante Rupper
Running, running, running. I ran home, trembling from my recent interactions. Tyler was dead. I turned on the Capitol News, and saw the "Breaking News-Peacekeeper killed innocent child, and got the death penalty." That felt good, that the peacekeeper was gone. His friend, or at least the other one, was fine. I wasn't worried about getting killed anymore. That now dead man, was the only one who new I hit him, I think. I still had a scar from that cursed taser. I was so distressed, I went a bought one of Madam Sheiz's cookies. Oh, those are so delicious. [I must continue the Madams cookie sage] I was lifted from all worries, until I walked past Tylers old house...
Skills/Strengths: She knows how to shoot a gun, has developed really good reflexes over the years, and is very agile and fastt outrunning many people if not all people in her district (she has callices on her feet). She is also very creative (Gifted) and very intelligent dispite her surroundings, and can tinker.
Weaknesses: She is horrified by spiders, and even though she knows how to shoot a gun she has never actually shot before. She tends to overthink situations, and will oftentimes not realize an obvious solution. Low self-esteem.
Biography: Marilynn was born into a very rebellious family. She was an only child, and her father was always teaching Marilynn how to defend herself if need be. She was bullied in school and this led to her low self-esteem and lack of friends. She was tramatized when her uncle died of a heart attack while helping a neighbor while said neighbor was in their house. Marilynn was given his lucky revolver with a single bullet (she made the bullet into a necklace), but never could shoot it because of her living conditions. She has only stood up for herself when she got pushed down some stairs by one of her peers she immidiately jumped up and knocked out the one who pushed her and found out she broke an arm on the fall down the stairs, not feeling the pain!
Personality: Marilynn is a very quiet, shy, soft-spoken girl who learned to blend into a crowd from force of habit. When she is pushed around enough (or is having a very bad day) anything can make her "snap" and basically go insane with anger, yet still retaining her silence. This can make a terrifying combination (think a silent ninja-like ***** who only wants your head on her mantle).
Appearance: Combined with her shyness, softspokeness, evasive personality, and her "girl next-door" looks, the only thing stopping boys from dating her is her social status. She has brownish-blond hair and wears a tattered light blue jacket, often over one of her two shirts (both soft pink). She wears black tennis shoes that tightly fit her feet from lack of money to buy new ones (strangely these help her when running, so it isn't all bad).
Anything Else: She is strong, as she was taught on physical fitness, and is easily able to punch-out some bullies at school if it comes to that. She loved her uncle dearly and is very attached to her necklace.
Skills/Strengths: She knows how to shoot a gun, has developed really good reflexes over the years, and is very agile and fastt outrunning many people if not all people in her district (she has callices on her feet). She is also very creative (Gifted) and very intelligent dispite her surroundings, and can tinker.
Weaknesses: She is horrified by spiders, and even though she knows how to shoot a gun she has never actually shot before. She tends to overthink situations, and will oftentimes not realize an obvious solution. Low self-esteem.
Biography: Marilynn was born into a very rebellious family. She was an only child, and her father was always teaching Marilynn how to defend herself if need be. She was bullied in school and this led to her low self-esteem and lack of friends. She was tramatized when her uncle died of a heart attack while helping a neighbor while said neighbor was in their house. Marilynn was given his lucky revolver with a single bullet (she made the bullet into a necklace), but never could shoot it because of her living conditions. She has only stood up for herself when she got pushed down some stairs by one of her peers she immidiately jumped up and knocked out the one who pushed her and found out she broke an arm on the fall down the stairs, not feeling the pain!
Personality: Marilynn is a very quiet, shy, soft-spoken girl who learned to blend into a crowd from force of habit. When she is pushed around enough (or is having a very bad day) anything can make her "snap" and basically go insane with anger, yet still retaining her silence. This can make a terrifying combination (think a silent ninja-like ***** who only wants your head on her mantle).
Appearance: Combined with her shyness, softspokeness, evasive personality, and her "girl next-door" looks, the only thing stopping boys from dating her is her social status. She has brownish-blond hair and wears a tattered light blue jacket, often over one of her two shirts (both soft pink). She wears black tennis shoes that tightly fit her feet from lack of money to buy new ones (strangely these help her when running, so it isn't all bad).
Anything Else: She is strong, as she was taught on physical fitness, and is easily able to punch-out some bullies at school if it comes to that. She loved her uncle dearly and is very attached to her necklace.
[Scatmaster, accept this! Not only that Dante needs a friend, I loved the application!]
Skills/Strengths: She knows how to shoot a gun, has developed really good reflexes over the years, and is very agile and fastt outrunning many people if not all people in her district (she has callices on her feet). She is also very creative (Gifted) and very intelligent dispite her surroundings, and can tinker.
Weaknesses: She is horrified by spiders, and even though she knows how to shoot a gun she has never actually shot before. She tends to overthink situations, and will oftentimes not realize an obvious solution. Low self-esteem.
Biography: Marilynn was born into a very rebellious family. She was an only child, and her father was always teaching Marilynn how to defend herself if need be. She was bullied in school and this led to her low self-esteem and lack of friends. She was tramatized when her uncle died of a heart attack while helping a neighbor while said neighbor was in their house. Marilynn was given his lucky revolver with a single bullet (she made the bullet into a necklace), but never could shoot it because of her living conditions. She has only stood up for herself when she got pushed down some stairs by one of her peers she immidiately jumped up and knocked out the one who pushed her and found out she broke an arm on the fall down the stairs, not feeling the pain!
Personality: Marilynn is a very quiet, shy, soft-spoken girl who learned to blend into a crowd from force of habit. When she is pushed around enough (or is having a very bad day) anything can make her "snap" and basically go insane with anger, yet still retaining her silence. This can make a terrifying combination (think a silent ninja-like ***** who only wants your head on her mantle).
Appearance: Combined with her shyness, softspokeness, evasive personality, and her "girl next-door" looks, the only thing stopping boys from dating her is her social status. She has brownish-blond hair and wears a tattered light blue jacket, often over one of her two shirts (both soft pink). She wears black tennis shoes that tightly fit her feet from lack of money to buy new ones (strangely these help her when running, so it isn't all bad).
Anything Else: She is strong, as she was taught on physical fitness, and is easily able to punch-out some bullies at school if it comes to that. She loved her uncle dearly and is very attached to her necklace.
[This looks great I believe it will be accepted and certainly a worthy opponent in the games.]
“-and thus concludes today’s lecture on the epidermis. Class, tomorrow we will be discussing the sweat glands and hair follicles, particularly those in sheep, as a follow-up to our skin layer topics. You are dismissed.”
Amber watched her teacher wrap up her session and picked herself off of the floor with the other students, waiting until the majority of the class had spilled out of the door before coming into the hallway. Looking down the short walkway both directions, she didn’t see Pat or Brealle anywhere, so she continued on the walk home without them.
Well, that was uneventful, she thought, a little annoyed by how boring this particular lecture was. She knew the general dynamics of the skins’ many layers, and went over the pattern in her head to remind herself of the right amount of pressure that had to be taken into account when performing a subcutaneous shot in an animals’ hip... but frowned slightly when she realized how little time she had left to learn more than that. Her schooltime was almost over, but she had only performed a few shots, delivered one tube-feeding, castrated a goat by banding (the easy way), and given two enemas. There were still so many things she wanted to learn how to do, but if she didn’t learn how in school, she’d have to figure it out the hard way - with real animals whose lives depended on her. Trial-and-error gone wrong could ruin a whole carcass, and thus potentially ruin its meat, that could starve a family...
“Whoa, the wheels are sure turning. Watch it, you’ll pollute the whole street with all that smoke rolling out of your ears.” Amber’s eyes widened in surprise, not having even heard Brealle come walking up behind her.
“Where’s Pat?” She asked, noticing her absence.
“She had to go straight to work. Turns out someone busted some chains at the House or something. Do you feed dinner tonight?”
Amber shook her head in response, “We cut back on some grains, so Casca’s doing it. Supplies from Nines’ prices are going higher, since winter’s rolling around.”
“I know whatcha mean. We quit using those new, compacted pellets for our horses and just kept them on a greater amount of oats.”
The two spoke for a while about what kind of weather conditions they were expecting to have and how they planned to prepare their animals for it, until Brealle reached her street corner and went on her way home. Amber crossed the bare dirt intersection leading toward her house and spotted her father speaking to a kind neighbor in front of their doorstep, Mr. Brentley, who had lent them plow tools once or twice. She approached normally, keeping her eyes on the man’s stiff posture and watching her father’s face for any sort of distress, seeing as the conversation didn’t seem particularly bright or cheery.
She didn’t see any, but they were speaking in somewhat hushed tones, and she planned to come to her father’s side as if to ignore their secrecy, when Mr. Brentley sensed her presence nearing the house. He murmured some last words to her father and turned to go, catching her eye for just a moment. Amber felt slightly unsettled at what she saw there, and especially at the seemingly harmless word he left hanging in the air as he retreated.
Games?
[Wow, yay to all the new people coming to RP! I’m so excited! X3]
Skills/Strengths: (What your character is good at.)he's strong, he's a lovable goofball that could easily get allies, he knows a few things about healing (a few not a ton of stuff), and he can cook... Shut up.
Weaknesses: (What your character is weak to or afraid of.) he's slow, sucks with stealth, can't swim to well, he's a large target for archers and what else... Oh ya he's allergic to dieing resulting in his death.
Biography: (What your character's life was like before the reaping.) um... How do I put this... Evon's life has been relatively normal. He hasn't had any great heartbreak, no devastating lose, no near death experience none of that, he's just had a normal life, well that is if you can think of upper middle normal in Panem.
The only thing that really stands out about his back story is that his family ran away from the districts during the rebellion to avoid the fighting.
Personality (How your character acts, how he/she behaves around people.)Evon is a relatively nice guy most of the time. He doesn't really like to play the bad guy or hurting others. He's the kind of person who would try to make happy, and of coarse people often take advantage of this. Evon is very gullible at times but he isn't quite that much. Confused let me explain. In normal life he would be easily tricked into doing something for someone (as long as it isn't illegal he isn't willing to **** off the peacekeepers) but in a place like the games he wouldn't be so easily tricked (this does make sence seeing as there are 24 kids trying to kill each other of coarse he wouldn't fall for something that easily.)
Evon is the kind of person who can't help but feel guilty over things even if he had nothing to do with it. He can't help but think that maybe if he stepped in with whatever it was it would have ended much better. Because of this he's often guilted into doing stuff for other people.
He can be a bit of an awkward turtle at times. Of coarse when I say awkward turtle I mean he's a bit socially awkward. No he isn't shy or weird (ok he is a bit weird) but he's often chought in awkward situations with everyone staring at him. Now that isn't saying that his attempts to get out of those situations aren't any less awkward (or funny). Once he is in one of these situations it's only down hill from there leading to extrem embarrassment.
Evon is the kind of person that would try to bring a smile to someone's face. He doesn't like to see people who are sad or down and will try his damnedest to cheer them up. He isn't afraid to make himself look like an idiot to do that either. He is very persistent when doing so and will stop at nothing to get the said person to smile. He is a very big goof ball and people love him for it, but not everyone. He annoys some people with his niceness and his need to make people happy so they just want him to leave them alone (what did you think he was a Gary Stu no he isn't the most popular person ever not even close he's more or less around average as far as popularity goes.)
Appearance (What does your character look like?)Evon is around 6 feet tall with a pretty muscular build from years of heavy lifting from working at shops for years. He has black hair and steel blue eyes that he wears square rimmed glasses for. He isn't ugly no but he also isn't a super modal, so basically he's average looking more or less.
[Sorry, but I am still seeing all of the grammar mistakes from before. This is a three strikes system, so you have one chance to fix it. However, if you don't fix them by the third strike, I think I will still accept you as none of it detracts from your interesting way of writing. I especially liked, "Oh yeah, he's allergic to dying, resulting in his death." I just noticed, read the rules section over again. You forgot something.
zajay was accepted in the PM he sent me.
jenjie is accepted. Now, I need to go edit in the new names.
PS: this post took 19 minutes to write. For some reason.]
[Ok scatmaster. If it's tuesday now, this post will not take place on tuesday, on monday. I am so confused!Also, estar, sorry I didn't see your leaving note. I am glad to see that you will still be taking part in the wonderful RP.]
[In the RP, we are in Monday. IRL, we're in Saturday. Also, this was the leaving note:
[Fare thee well, sir estar. And I will gladly control your character for you.]
Short, sweet and to the point. EDIT: sorry, I got confused. estar's departue note is on page 4. I will not quote it as it will make this post way too long.]
Too many things were going through Tyler's mind at once. He knew he needed to focus on the door.
"Let us in you little runts!" yelled the peacekeeper. They started hitting the door like at battering ram. "How many do you think there are?" whispered Emma. For one of the few times in Tyler's life he actually talked, "It sounds like four." Emma was a little surprised to hear him talk again. By then the hinges were about to snap off the door. They both readied their blades, as the door came down and four peacekeepers trampled into the room. They looked all around except their backs and that's when Emma and Tyler struck. Emma hit one on the head with the flat side of her blade and Tyler sliced through the shirt of another, barley leaving a mark. The peacekeeper furthest into the room pulled out a glock and aimed it at Tyler but Emma quickly disarmed him. The other tazered Tyler. Suddenly there a was darkness.
((Thanks, Scatmaster, but I have a question; Does one get to bring their own weapon into the Games? I forgot as I've read the books last year.))
Marilynn was walking in a small crowd of people all talking and having a good time talking about a sporting event that soon would happen. She wasn't, and never would, Marilynn wasn't like the other people around her. She had no friends, no money, and no social skills to help her out of school. But she was known as the smartest person by her family. She worked as courier in her district, delivering messages, letters, and packages. But today she was trying to create a solution to the fact her spring knife wasn't working properly.
She walked into her basement of her family's house, where she could be herself. It relaxed her, being around all the designs that she made. She sat down on her rickety stool that she designed herself with a rounded back and seat. She placed her knife onto the worn table before her, and used her screwdriver to pry the handle open. There she could see the spring held in place by a small hook on the pumell of the handle, and a basic locking system on the hilt. She saw that the spring was caught on the sliding metal chip that was the locking system, and fixed the problem. She put all the pieces back together and held the knife like her father taught her to. She put her thumb on the notch on the blunt of the blade, pushed down, and the blade disappeared into the handle, watching to make sure the locking chip was out. She then pushed the chip in, and the blade shot out, making the weapon whole again. She smiled at her work.
(Basically she made a hidden blade without the arm attachment. Like a butterfly knife and a ballistic knife combined.)
[No, the only thing competitors can take into the arena is a token from their district, such as a ring or a necklace. They will search you for weapons at the Capitol and test your token to see that it doesn't have a hidden weapon within it. also, what's with the inactivity, WarSarah? It's Saturday, so school can't be it.]
[We have 10 people right now and I'm not sure whether or not to timeskip to the reaping, so here's what I'll do. I'll put up a poll that stays up until December 21 at 6:00 AM. If the majority of you vote for timeskip, then we'll do it.]
((Let's do the timeskip in a bit, and when we get 2 or 3 more people we'll make the other 10 or so die in the bloodbath. It'll both solve the problem of two people killing each other in blatant combat, and the NPC problems. The only thing that would be difficult to add is new people who want to join.))
So, Tyler was dead. I hate peacekeepers. I will avenge him. I really have been out of it, and I know why. My mom has been struggling, with the taxes from the capitol. She has been working overtime, and my friends all have been worrying. They have mostly singed up for tesserae, and I have also been scared about the games. I will put my worries behind me though, I am sure everything will be fine.
Marilynn stepped out of her chambers, hungry. She saw no one in her house, and no food anywhere nearby, so she decided to leave her house to buy some food for her family's dinner. She recalled her father saying something about overtime, and her mother should have been home by now. Marilynn was walking down the street when she saw a house with no lights on. It looked abandoned, and she found it odd that at this hour a house would be inactive. Marilynn stopped in her tracks, she vaguely recalled someone at her school who lived there. Yes, she had once used him to hide behind. But, what was his name? Tyson, Taylor? No, whoever it was his name wasn't called that day during school.
Marilynn turned away from the house and went into the market, buying two loaves of bread and a fish, which was all her money. She returned home to see her mother now sitting on the front porch. Marilynn walked up, confused," Mother, why aren't you inside? Did you lose your key or-"
"Honey... Daddy's dead."
There is a new girl at school, her name is Marilynn. Marilynn Carter. Or is she new? I don't know, but I just noticed the was there. She wore a weird necklace, with a bullet. I would say hi, but she seems content. It looked as she had no friends, and I didn't want that. I think tomorrow, I would talk to her. It is about dinnertime now, I am still shocked about Tyler. He had so much potential. I wasn't sure about anything anymore, but I guess my mind is just trying to forget the games. My ADHD is a handful. My mom would be home from work soon, I might as well go by us some dinner. I wanted takeout, and it will make her life one step easier. So I rode my bike over to the market. I bought a frozen pizza, and two of Madam Shiez's cookies. They are irresistible. I bought it with my own money, for my moms sake. I went home and stuck the pizza in the oven. It finished just about the time my mom got home. We ate, and then I went for a walk. I went to Tylers house, to ask about what happened. I went and asked his dad.
the people and animals she had seen in it, that had somehow come in contact with her life before
dying. She felt more concern than fear nagging at the back of her brain, telling her that yes, they
had been speaking to her as the conveyor belt she was laying on carried her farther and farther
down the line - but she hadn't heard a single syllable. She'd been paralyzed, but didn't feel panic
at the inability to move. It was almost like an unexplainable peace had washed over her...
Footsteps coming down the uncarpeted hallway caused her to sit up and fling the blankets off of
her bed, and she shot to her feet just incase she had already been told to get up by now. A small wince
graced her face as her toes curled at the unpleasant feeling of being pressed against her cold, bare
floor when only moments ago they’d been snuggled under warm covers. Her bedroom door was
swung open silently, and a dark-haired head popped in to greet her.
“Good morning,” her mother murmured, “I’m surprised you’re already up. Start getting ready,
we’ll leave just as soon as you’re done.”
Amber nodded and smiled to acknowledge that she’d understood, and watched as her mother
pulled her handle-less bedroom door back into a closed position. It didn’t bug her that much,
really, but the lack of privacy when men where in the house didn’t please her, either. Still, she
changed into her typical clothes, something that could serve as a casual school outfit and still be
functional if she didn’t have time to change again before going to work.
She tugged a long-sleeved grey shirt over a thinner white top to layer out her clothes, and slipped
on her work boots, tucking them under the pant legs of her slightly-too-big-hand-me-down blue
jeans. As she slipped out of her dark bedroom and into the lighter hallway, she twisted her hair
back into a tight bun that she knew would fall apart later.
“Well, someone’s up and ready this morning, did you go to bed early or something?” Amber’s
father asked, giving her a cheeky smile like he always did. She grinned in response and gave a
slight nod, before mentioning her dream.
“Well, that’s interesting and all, but I’d like us to leave, I can see Pat and Brealle leaving
already,” her mother mentioned, eyes glued to the window where she had spotted the two girls
coming slowly down the adjacent street. “You can tell us about it when you get home.”
Amber gave another nod and trotted out the front door, leading the three out of the home. Her
father was the last to come out, and gave a commanding, “watch the house,” to the hound-mutt
they kept as their guard dog. The dog wagged his tail as Amber waved good-bye to him, and she
gave both her parents small hugs in exchange for a verbal mention of their departure.
When they turned to leave toward their work zones Amber made her way toward her two
neighbors, Pat and Brealle. Their families had known each other for quite a few years, but Amber
felt very indifferent about them. Pat was a rough girl, raised with two older brothers, and had
proven herself many times over in the art of carving meat, while Brealle was a cattle brander for
her family’s herd, and had the strength of someone twice her size.
“Hello Amber,” Brealle greeted, waving and giving her a bright smile.
“Good morning,” Pat included, and Amber echoed her in response. They stood in a small
awkward triangle for a while, Amber waiting for someone to say something or start walking, as
was their daily routine. Brealle looked back and forth from the two, gaze finally landing on Pat,
the unspoken leader of their trio. She returned the glances with a blank stare and her naturally
hard-set mouth before turning on the heel of her black polished shoes and muttering a quick,
“Come on, let’s go to school.”
Age: (Of your character.)18
District: (From 1 to 12. Read the list above.)6
Skills/Strengths: (What your character is good at.)he's strong, he's a lovable goofball that could easily get allies, he knows a few things about healing (a few not a ton of stuff), and he can cook... Shut up.
Weaknesses: (What your character is weak to or afraid of.) he's slow, sucks with stealth, can't swim to well, he's a large target for archers and what else... Oh ya he's allergic to dieing resulting in his death.
Biography: (What your character's life was like before the reaping.) um... How do I put this... Evon's life has been relatively normal. He hasn't had any great heartbreak, no devastating lose, no near death experience none of that, he's just had a normal life, well that is if you can think of upper middle normal in Panem.
The only thing that really stands out about his back story is that his family ran away from the districts during the rebellion to avoid the fighting.
Personality (How your character acts, how he/she behaves around people.)Evon is a relatively nice guy most of the time. He doesn't really like to play the bad guy or hurting others. He's the kind of person who would try to make happy, and of coarse people often take advantage of this. Evon is very gullible at times but he isn't quite that much. Confused let me explain. In normal life he would be easily tricked into doing something for someone (as long as it isn't illegal he isn't willing to **** off the peacekeepers) but in a place like the games he wouldn't be so easily tricked (this does make sence seeing as there are 24 kids trying to kill each other of coarse he wouldn't fall for something that easily.)
Evon is the kind of person who can't help but feel guilty over things even if he had nothing to do with it. He can't help but think that maybe if he stepped in with whatever it was it would have ended much better. Because of this he's often guilted into doing stuff for other people.
He can be a bit of an awkward turtle at times. Of coarse when I say awkward turtle I mean he's a bit socially awkward. No he isn't shy or weird (ok he is a bit weird) but he's often chought in awkward situations with everyone staring at him. Now that isn't saying that his attempts to get out of those situations aren't any less awkward (or funny). Once he is in one of these situations it's only down hill from there leading to extrem embarrassment.
Evon is the kind of person that would try to bring a smile to someone's face. He doesn't like to see people who are sad or down and will try his damnedest to cheer them up. He isn't afraid to make himself look like an idiot to do that either. He is very persistent when doing so and will stop at nothing to get the said person to smile. He is a very big goof ball and people love him for it, but not everyone. He annoys some people with his niceness and his need to make people happy so they just want him to leave them alone (what did you think he was a Gary Stu no he isn't the most popular person ever not even close he's more or less around average as far as popularity goes.)
Appearance (What does your character look like?)Evon is around 6 feet tall with a pretty muscular build from years of heavy lifting from working at shops for years. He has black hair and steel blue eyes that he wears square rimmed glasses for. He isn't ugly no but he also isn't a super modal, so basically he's average looking more or less.
[I like it, but I'm not accepting quite yet. Fix up the spelling and one or two grammar mistakes I saw and you've got a deal. Also, SkullKing, we're in Monday, not Thursday.]
Markus Li
After Bouvardia left the room, I looked at the cupcake on the table beside me. [i]How the heck do I do this now?[/i] I thought to myself. I reached my unbroken right arm over to the left, but couldn't quite reach the muffin. Shuffling over some more to the left, I managed to balance myself near the edge of the bed, but I was still just barely unable to reach. [i]Just a little further...[/i]
CLUNK! I slipped off the side of the bed and, still unable to reach the table with my hand, grabbed the edge of the table with my teeth. I was now balanced awkwardly on just my teeth on the table and my legs on the bed, my torso hanging between. And all of this for a muffin.[Just a quick heads up, I have a swim meet starting this evening. The sessions are: Friday evening, Saturday morning, Sunday morning. During those times, I cannot be online.]
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
Tyler was at the store when he saw a peacekeepers watching him. Just about normal for him he has been being watched ever since he killed that second peacekeeper. "Why do they call themselves peacekeepers when they try to tazer and beat up anyone in sight?" he wondered. Right now Tyler had to focus on getting the food home safely. He used the money he got from pick-pocketing people around town. People seemed to be carrying more money he noticed because he has more than he has ever gotten from them. Tyler bought the food and hurried down the street but as he was jogging he noticed peacekeepers to both his right and left. Tyler then started a run. So did the peacekeepers. Tyler got to his house opened the door and slamed it shut behind him and said "Hide, now.". Lucy and Will got to their cordianted hiding spots as Emma grabbed two blades and a tazer. She gave one to Tyler and they both stood with their backs to the wall next to the door.
War is great to those who have not experienced it - Pindar
Ο πόλεμος είναι μεγάλη για εκείνους που δεν έχουν βιώσει - Πίνδαρος
Dante Rupper
Running, running, running. I ran home, trembling from my recent interactions. Tyler was dead. I turned on the Capitol News, and saw the "Breaking News-Peacekeeper killed innocent child, and got the death penalty." That felt good, that the peacekeeper was gone. His friend, or at least the other one, was fine. I wasn't worried about getting killed anymore. That now dead man, was the only one who new I hit him, I think. I still had a scar from that cursed taser. I was so distressed, I went a bought one of Madam Sheiz's cookies. Oh, those are so delicious. [I must continue the Madams cookie sage] I was lifted from all worries, until I walked past Tylers old house...
Age: 15
District: 3, electronics, technology, etc.
Skills/Strengths: She knows how to shoot a gun, has developed really good reflexes over the years, and is very agile and fastt outrunning many people if not all people in her district (she has callices on her feet). She is also very creative (Gifted) and very intelligent dispite her surroundings, and can tinker.
Weaknesses: She is horrified by spiders, and even though she knows how to shoot a gun she has never actually shot before. She tends to overthink situations, and will oftentimes not realize an obvious solution. Low self-esteem.
Biography: Marilynn was born into a very rebellious family. She was an only child, and her father was always teaching Marilynn how to defend herself if need be. She was bullied in school and this led to her low self-esteem and lack of friends. She was tramatized when her uncle died of a heart attack while helping a neighbor while said neighbor was in their house. Marilynn was given his lucky revolver with a single bullet (she made the bullet into a necklace), but never could shoot it because of her living conditions. She has only stood up for herself when she got pushed down some stairs by one of her peers she immidiately jumped up and knocked out the one who pushed her and found out she broke an arm on the fall down the stairs, not feeling the pain!
Personality: Marilynn is a very quiet, shy, soft-spoken girl who learned to blend into a crowd from force of habit. When she is pushed around enough (or is having a very bad day) anything can make her "snap" and basically go insane with anger, yet still retaining her silence. This can make a terrifying combination (think a silent ninja-like ***** who only wants your head on her mantle).
Appearance: Combined with her shyness, softspokeness, evasive personality, and her "girl next-door" looks, the only thing stopping boys from dating her is her social status. She has brownish-blond hair and wears a tattered light blue jacket, often over one of her two shirts (both soft pink). She wears black tennis shoes that tightly fit her feet from lack of money to buy new ones (strangely these help her when running, so it isn't all bad).
Anything Else: She is strong, as she was taught on physical fitness, and is easily able to punch-out some bullies at school if it comes to that. She loved her uncle dearly and is very attached to her necklace.
[Scatmaster, accept this! Not only that Dante needs a friend, I loved the application!]
War is great to those who have not experienced it - Pindar
Ο πόλεμος είναι μεγάλη για εκείνους που δεν έχουν βιώσει - Πίνδαρος
[This looks great I believe it will be accepted and certainly a worthy opponent in the games.]
War is great to those who have not experienced it - Pindar
Ο πόλεμος είναι μεγάλη για εκείνους που δεν έχουν βιώσει - Πίνδαρος
Amber watched her teacher wrap up her session and picked herself off of the floor with the other students, waiting until the majority of the class had spilled out of the door before coming into the hallway. Looking down the short walkway both directions, she didn’t see Pat or Brealle anywhere, so she continued on the walk home without them.
Well, that was uneventful, she thought, a little annoyed by how boring this particular lecture was. She knew the general dynamics of the skins’ many layers, and went over the pattern in her head to remind herself of the right amount of pressure that had to be taken into account when performing a subcutaneous shot in an animals’ hip... but frowned slightly when she realized how little time she had left to learn more than that. Her schooltime was almost over, but she had only performed a few shots, delivered one tube-feeding, castrated a goat by banding (the easy way), and given two enemas. There were still so many things she wanted to learn how to do, but if she didn’t learn how in school, she’d have to figure it out the hard way - with real animals whose lives depended on her. Trial-and-error gone wrong could ruin a whole carcass, and thus potentially ruin its meat, that could starve a family...
“Whoa, the wheels are sure turning. Watch it, you’ll pollute the whole street with all that smoke rolling out of your ears.” Amber’s eyes widened in surprise, not having even heard Brealle come walking up behind her.
“Where’s Pat?” She asked, noticing her absence.
“She had to go straight to work. Turns out someone busted some chains at the House or something. Do you feed dinner tonight?”
Amber shook her head in response, “We cut back on some grains, so Casca’s doing it. Supplies from Nines’ prices are going higher, since winter’s rolling around.”
“I know whatcha mean. We quit using those new, compacted pellets for our horses and just kept them on a greater amount of oats.”
The two spoke for a while about what kind of weather conditions they were expecting to have and how they planned to prepare their animals for it, until Brealle reached her street corner and went on her way home. Amber crossed the bare dirt intersection leading toward her house and spotted her father speaking to a kind neighbor in front of their doorstep, Mr. Brentley, who had lent them plow tools once or twice. She approached normally, keeping her eyes on the man’s stiff posture and watching her father’s face for any sort of distress, seeing as the conversation didn’t seem particularly bright or cheery.
She didn’t see any, but they were speaking in somewhat hushed tones, and she planned to come to her father’s side as if to ignore their secrecy, when Mr. Brentley sensed her presence nearing the house. He murmured some last words to her father and turned to go, catching her eye for just a moment. Amber felt slightly unsettled at what she saw there, and especially at the seemingly harmless word he left hanging in the air as he retreated.
Games?
[Wow, yay to all the new people coming to RP! I’m so excited! X3]
[Sorry, but I am still seeing all of the grammar mistakes from before. This is a three strikes system, so you have one chance to fix it. However, if you don't fix them by the third strike, I think I will still accept you as none of it detracts from your interesting way of writing. I especially liked, "Oh yeah, he's allergic to dying, resulting in his death." I just noticed, read the rules section over again. You forgot something.
zajay was accepted in the PM he sent me.
jenjie is accepted. Now, I need to go edit in the new names.
PS: this post took 19 minutes to write. For some reason.]
[In the RP, we are in Monday. IRL, we're in Saturday. Also, this was the leaving note:
Short, sweet and to the point. EDIT: sorry, I got confused. estar's departue note is on page 4. I will not quote it as it will make this post way too long.]
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
Tyler Reddik
Too many things were going through Tyler's mind at once. He knew he needed to focus on the door.
"Let us in you little runts!" yelled the peacekeeper. They started hitting the door like at battering ram. "How many do you think there are?" whispered Emma. For one of the few times in Tyler's life he actually talked, "It sounds like four." Emma was a little surprised to hear him talk again. By then the hinges were about to snap off the door. They both readied their blades, as the door came down and four peacekeepers trampled into the room. They looked all around except their backs and that's when Emma and Tyler struck. Emma hit one on the head with the flat side of her blade and Tyler sliced through the shirt of another, barley leaving a mark. The peacekeeper furthest into the room pulled out a glock and aimed it at Tyler but Emma quickly disarmed him. The other tazered Tyler. Suddenly there a was darkness.
War is great to those who have not experienced it - Pindar
Ο πόλεμος είναι μεγάλη για εκείνους που δεν έχουν βιώσει - Πίνδαρος
Marilynn was walking in a small crowd of people all talking and having a good time talking about a sporting event that soon would happen. She wasn't, and never would, Marilynn wasn't like the other people around her. She had no friends, no money, and no social skills to help her out of school. But she was known as the smartest person by her family. She worked as courier in her district, delivering messages, letters, and packages. But today she was trying to create a solution to the fact her spring knife wasn't working properly.
She walked into her basement of her family's house, where she could be herself. It relaxed her, being around all the designs that she made. She sat down on her rickety stool that she designed herself with a rounded back and seat. She placed her knife onto the worn table before her, and used her screwdriver to pry the handle open. There she could see the spring held in place by a small hook on the pumell of the handle, and a basic locking system on the hilt. She saw that the spring was caught on the sliding metal chip that was the locking system, and fixed the problem. She put all the pieces back together and held the knife like her father taught her to. She put her thumb on the notch on the blunt of the blade, pushed down, and the blade disappeared into the handle, watching to make sure the locking chip was out. She then pushed the chip in, and the blade shot out, making the weapon whole again. She smiled at her work.
(Basically she made a hidden blade without the arm attachment. Like a butterfly knife and a ballistic knife combined.)
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
So, Tyler was dead. I hate peacekeepers. I will avenge him. I really have been out of it, and I know why. My mom has been struggling, with the taxes from the capitol. She has been working overtime, and my friends all have been worrying. They have mostly singed up for tesserae, and I have also been scared about the games. I will put my worries behind me though, I am sure everything will be fine.
Marilynn turned away from the house and went into the market, buying two loaves of bread and a fish, which was all her money. She returned home to see her mother now sitting on the front porch. Marilynn walked up, confused," Mother, why aren't you inside? Did you lose your key or-"
"Honey... Daddy's dead."
There is a new girl at school, her name is Marilynn. Marilynn Carter. Or is she new? I don't know, but I just noticed the was there. She wore a weird necklace, with a bullet. I would say hi, but she seems content. It looked as she had no friends, and I didn't want that. I think tomorrow, I would talk to her. It is about dinnertime now, I am still shocked about Tyler. He had so much potential. I wasn't sure about anything anymore, but I guess my mind is just trying to forget the games. My ADHD is a handful. My mom would be home from work soon, I might as well go by us some dinner. I wanted takeout, and it will make her life one step easier. So I rode my bike over to the market. I bought a frozen pizza, and two of Madam Shiez's cookies. They are irresistible. I bought it with my own money, for my moms sake. I went home and stuck the pizza in the oven. It finished just about the time my mom got home. We ate, and then I went for a walk. I went to Tylers house, to ask about what happened. I went and asked his dad.