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me ?? playing a smol , tired , sad babie ? more likely than u think.
[ DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ] introducing marin reeves, VICTOR of the 73rd hunger games, representing district four. my sources say that they are twenty-one years old, & that they’re pretty handy with throwing knives. wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of the crash of the sea during a hurricane, a tilted crown, obscene hand gestures, sleeping under the stars, & bruised knuckles.
CHARA INSPO : primrose everdeen ( the hunger games ), elain archeron ( acotar ), ochako uraraka ( bnha ), caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ), peter parker ( spiderman )
PINTEREST : click here !
don't mistake my ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ for 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 / i am kind to everyone , but when someone is 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 , weak is not what you are going to 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊.
name : marin reeves
age : twenty one
gender & pronouns : cisfemale & she / her
district : four
occupation : victor of the 73rd hunger games.
moral alignment : neutral good.
wanted connections at the end !
it was quiet , the night you were born. almost too quiet -- you didn’t cry , you didn’t scream. you merely opened your eyes , and looked. curiosity twinkled in the depths of those ocean eyes , and your parents adored you for what felt like a moment. when you were shiny , and new. after a month , though ? they grew tired of you , leaving you to your grandmother to depend on.
as a child , you were ... soft. so very soft , and so very afraid of the hunger games. so very afraid of the blood , the shrieks , the senseless death. your worst fear was the idea of ever having to compete. you would find yourself skipping viewings , instead spending your time at the shoreline , collecting shells and sea glass to bring home to your nana. the brutal violence was too much for your tender heart.
gentle laughter , soft smiles , light caresses , warm hugs. that is who you are as a person. or , who you were. your parents may not have wanted you , but you had your nana and you had the sea , and that was all you needed to feel content in this lifetime. after school had finished , you worked side by side with your grandmother , whittling fish hooks and weaving baskets for the fishermen to bring aboard their boats. a quaint life for a quaint girl.
and then , with one booming drop of your name into a microphone , the posh escort of district four changed your life forever. small , sweet marin. gentle , loving marin. tribute for the 73rd annual hunger games -- and the odds were not in your favor.
everyone in the capitol bet against you. hell , your score was a four. there was no way you was going to make it out of that arena alive. not with the odds stacked so highly against you. you could barely breathe , barely thing beyond the age old fear of death that loomed over your head at every turn. you were too small , not good enough in close combat. you were not going to make it.
but then ... your biggest weakness became your biggest strength. your tiny stature helped you hide , your inability to face people up close led to aiming from far away , taking tributes out before they even knew you were there. each person that your knife struck down was another piece of your once glowing heart being hacked away , leaving you with nothing but a shell of who you once were. the games felt like they’d lasted a century. two centuries , even , and it didn’t take long for them to inevitably flush you out of your hiding spot. it was between you and a tribute from who even knew anymore and by some sheer force of luck , you won. you won the hunger games , despite no one believing that you could.
you are not the same girl that you were before entering that arena. gentle marin , tender marin , was gone. in your place is exhaustion , and a fear of closing your eyes once the sun disappears over the horizon that once brought you so much comfort. you still smile , you still go about working with your grandmother , but you are not the same. there is a darkness that has diminished that beautiful light that you held in those ocean eyes , a darkness that few can see though. you have yet to realize that none of this is over -- that it will never be over. you’ve only just returned home from your victory tour and now you have to go back to the capitol to relive these horrors all over again , and you’re not sure if your heart can take much more of these games.
AND NOW FOR SOME WANTED CONNECTIONSSSS !!!!
i actually wouldn’t hate a twin brother or sister or nb that could be so fun
give me someone who just wants to be this comforting shoulder even though she relentlessly tells them that she is fine , that they don’t need to worry about her, when it is so very obvious that she is far from fine and definitely needs someone in her corner.
give me someone who knew she was going to make it home the entire time. someone who never once doubted that she wasn’t going to see those sandy shores of district four again.
give me some older victors who want 2 protect this smol sad child please n thank u.
and then anything else i am so down for brainstorming honestly pls just lmk
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i always die first in the hunger games generator thing so venka... . .baby .. . . it’s not looking great for u
[ NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] introducing venka zhou, TRIBUTE of the 74th hunger games, representing district seven. my sources say that they are twenty four years old, & that they’re pretty handy with axe-wielding. wonder if that will do them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of the endless dark between the trees, a grin that would rival a wolf’s & the rush of adrenaline from doing what you’re not supposed to.
CHARACTER INSPO : jiang ziya ( poppy war ), sokka ( atla ), nikolai lantsov ( grishaverse ), foxface ( hunger games. what do u mean this isn’t allowed. Be Quiet )
we’re all going to die , all of us ━━ 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 ! we are TERRORIZED and FLATTENED by trivialities , 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝘆 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 .
name : venka zhou.
age : twenty four.
gender & pronouns : cis female & she / her.
district : seven.
occupation : she used to sell wood carvings before Um... Well.
moral alignment : chaotic neutral.
wcs at the end !!
venka’s life has always been so monotonous. filled with constants. a constant: lumber. a constant: an empty home. a constant: her father’s distance. a constant: the lack of a mother. surely she exists, somewhere, but she’s always been less of a person and more of a myth to her daughter.
her father, too, is something that’s not quite a person. he’s there, but is he really ? she’s practically had to raise herself. and that’s fine; it’s taught her a lot of important lessons. how to be independent. how to treat a wound by yourself. how to cook. what to eat. what not to eat.
venka is... eccentric to say the least. i like to call her Annoying Foxface, in that she’s very clever, very smart & can pick up on skills quickly, but she’s also...... . . .incredibly annoying. loves cracking jokes at the wrong time, being loud ( n-not in the arena, hopefully ) & overall being a nuisance. the lack of attention has made her into a creature that craves it. if there’s one positive to her being in the games, it’s that finally, for once in her life, people will be watching.
she’s very skilled with axes & slightly skilled in survival ( she knows forests, at least ). super independent. lots of people in district seven might even place their bets on her if they could. none of this matters to venka, though; she’s here for a good time, not a long time.
that said.... she doesn’t see herself making it out. she won’t give up instantly, she’ll still try to make it as far as she can - but when she returns, she’ll have no one waiting for her. a lot of the other tributes do. and she’s not sure she can handle doing that to those families, to look someone’s grieving mother in the eye and say, i’m here and alone and i broke your family.
tiny but mighty. rumor has it she can devour an entire plate of rolls in ten seconds. rumor also has it if you annoy her enough she’ll bite you.
venka’s face is scarred from an incident with an axe when she was young. it’s a long, thin, pale scar running from her nose to the corner of her mouth. Do Not Mention The Scar.
wcs !
first of all ALLIANCES, especially an unlikely alliance. i think once she actually gets into the arena, assuming she’s not killed off quickly, she could show a certain prowess for Somehow Not Dying Through The Oddest But Impressively Clever Means ( once again, think foxface ). i can see her making an unlikely alliance w someone who maybe makes up for her weaknesses and vice versa.
i think,,, it would be neat if she managed to piss off a tribute enough, maybe a career, that in the arena they have a big vendetta for her. definitely a ‘it’s on sight’ type thing.
someone she gets close to once she reaches the capitol. a mentor, a friend, ANYTHING. she thinks there’ll be no one waiting for her to return if she wins, but this person is, & if she dies then u know... Angst !
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god save the queen MAYOR !
[ LOREN BURGOS, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER. ] hey, that’s sophronia talisik from district eight. they’re pretty well known around those parts for being a MAYOR. the hunger games fills them with anger, especially since they’re thirty-one years old, but they’ll be watching — everyone always does. anyways, if you’re looking for them, i hear they remind everyone of eyelids shimmering with the brilliant colors of jewels, fury quietly simmering under a resplendent façade, champagne-flavored macarons eaten slowly — piece by piece, heels as sharp as knives and gem-studded hands that know how to brandish them.
BIOGRAPHY.
soph never lost anyone close to her in the games. they were, like most district eight residents, neck-deep in poverty, of course. but the girl never grew up to personally witness a dear friend or lover of hers be slaughtered in the games. despite this stroke of fortune, she felt all the deaths deeply. the community to which she belonged in district eight, in particular, felt all the deaths together. they were a tight-knit community, forged from the remnants of peoples once known as pinoys or filipinos, she heard — people who were brought to the nation that panem used to be (the united states of america) for the sake of exploitative labor. that was how her community in district eight came to be.
it was nice to have a community driven by empathy and love. but this wasn’t enough for soph. although district eight already had some of panem’s most cognizant, rebellious citizens, she thought they shouldn’t be afraid to rebel even more.
when she was barely eighteen, she married an old, filthy rich man from district eight’s wealthier area. it was a tale told time and time again: the beautiful young girl with an affluent husband old enough to be her grandfather inherited his riches when he suddenly, quickly perished.
well, he was very old, you know? some people in district eight do believe her. it’s a rather plausible excuse, and being pretty does have its perks. but a lot of people don’t. yet she strong-armed her way into being elected at the politically tender age of 31, to govern over an entire district.
why do some of her citizens hate her? she’ll never understand. she rules with an iron fist, but she does it with the absolute purest intentions.
TL;DR: incredibly manipulative mayor whose preferred method is bulldozing until she gets what she wants. not quite autocratic, but has shades of this. however, her intentions are purer than pure. time will tell if she’ll go mad with power. an example of the ‘pure is not good’ trope. she isn’t evil (...yet?) but she’s extremely morally gray.
TRIVIA. she keeps bonsai plants around district eight in hopes of cheering up the citizens, who have otherwise rarely seen any sort of vegetation. // she likes the taste of liquor, but only eats champagne-flavored macarons, because she does not enjoy the thought of being drunk (and therefore losing control of herself, which she must have at all times). // she’s probably demisexual. she likes men, but it takes a lot of time for her to start thinking of romance and sex. didn’t actually sleep with her husband before he died. (and no. she didn’t kill him; she just let his biological lifetime run its course. she was a gold-digger, though, that’s certain.) // her family weaves abaca and pineapple textiles, a proud tradition of the visayan peoples of what was once southeast asia.
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he was the best of boys, he was the worst of boys,
[ TOMMY MARTINEZ, CIS MALE, HE/HIM. ] introducing mateo silvinus, TRIBUTE of the 74th hunger games, representing district one. my sources say that they are twenty five years old, & that they’re pretty handy with spear-throwing & knowledge of edible plants. wonder if that will do any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of always looking ahead, smiles that never quite reach the eyes, the wishes upon stars that never came true & the ones that did, & the warmth of dawnlight against your cheeks.
CHARACTER INSPO : prince zuko ( atla ), roma montagov ( these violent delights ), yin nezha ( poppy war ), orpheus ( hadestown )
i know you would like a god to come down and feed you . 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 . / there are no angels but the angels of 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 .
name : mateo silvinus
age : twenty five
gender & pronouns : cismale & he / him
district : one
occupation : tribute.
moral alignment : true neutral.
wcs at the end !
when asmodeus silvinus and pearl blueleaf came together in marriage, they had only one goal in mind : to produce a victor. pearl had once been picked for the games, but someone else had volunteered, and asmodeus just wanted the bragging rights honor of having a child he could call a winner.
mateo was born exactly a year after his brother, kaleb. from that moment, he was made to be a killer. a monster. a winner. kaleb was the prized child, though. the one who his parents put all their faith in. mateo was only second best; the backup.
no matter how much he tried, in the academy his brother was always better. quicker. stronger. smarter. mateo would train twice as hard and somehow come out worse than before. and when the moment of truth came, it was kaleb who graduated top of the class, kaleb who volunteered for the games. kaleb who would become a victor.
and then, live, mateo watched his brother’s skull get pummeled in by another tribute. not even a career, just some frightened district 7 boy who was just a little quicker. a little stronger. a little smarter. it was the first time he’d ever felt something like horror while watching the games.
now, it’s mateo with the weight of victory on his shoulders. top of his class, just like his brother. next year he won’t be eligible to volunteer, so he knows what he has to do. how could he face his parents if he doesn’t ? how could he face his brother’s grave ?
mateo struggles a lot. after his brother’s death, he’s begun to doubt the games as something that’s needed, but he’d never voice this. he’s equally troubled when he thinks about the upcoming games; he has so much on his plate. his parent’s legacies. his brother’s. dying seems like less of an abstract horror and more of a punishment, a retaliation of what he’s long since known to be true: he’s just not good enough. but equally terrifying is this: the thought of him becoming so cold, so cruel, a monster that would gleefully bash someone’s head in. most chilling of all: the lingering voice in the corners of his mind that whispers, you already are.
mateo is, uh, kind of scary ? not just because he’s a career - he’s just scary in general, with his permanent scowl and quiet demeanor.
he’s also. very much good at Everything, at least everything he was trained for, because. well. he had to be, if he wanted to live up to his brother. mateo definitely thinks less of his skills and thus downplays them. maybe some will see this as an attempt to throw people off, but he genuinely doesn’t feel like he’s good at Anything.
physical combat comes easy to him, but because, As Mentioned, he’s scary, he likes to use long-range weapons like spears since nobody really wants to get close to him.
he’s also very....... .. . . . .. Mysterious. apollo is someone who feigns being the Dark Mysterious Boy, but mateo embodies it: it’s not an act, it’s a self-defense mechanism. why would he be vulnerable to a group of people who will be dead in the blink of an eye ?
RANDOM TIDBIT THAT WILL. EVENTUALLY BECOME IMPORTANT. WINK WINK. ever since he was a child, he’s wished on stars for good luck. every time he does it he feels ridiculous, but they haven’t steered him wrong yet - and hey, sometimes it’s good to have hope.
OKAY WCS !
i desperately want him to ally with other careers & very much be an outsider even within them. they keep him around because he’s Terrifying and he could be incredibly Useful in the games, but it’s like having a panther around at all times. just a lot of him skulking and grunting and being emo. also i just like the frenemy dynamic of career alliances.
someone, somewhere in the capitol, who either knows about the rebellion or has rebellious sentiments & they somehow meet and just. before he goes into the games i want my boy to realize this is Wrong once and for all. and, u know, if he lives, it’s a nice way of having a connection to the rebellion.
literally anythign. please. this is My Son even though i threw him to the wolves.
#sacrificialintro#absolutely Hate this intro but. well.#if u see me editing this at 5am no u didnt.#also if the randomizer k*lls mateo no it didnt#SMXMXMMXM
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alexa play you should see me in a crown by billie eilish
[ LINDSEY MORGAN, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] introducing nesta montalvo, VICTOR of the 65th hunger games, representing district 5. my sources say that they are twenty seven years old, & that they’re pretty handy with knowledge of electricity & power. wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of the ever present hum of white noise, sun kissed skin littered with scars, harsh words leaving silver tongues, shattered mirrors, & bloody shards of glass.
CHARA INSPO : mikasa ackerman ( aot ), johanna mason ( the hunger games ), kirishima touka ( tokyo ghoul ), amren ( acotar ), raven reyes ( the 100 )
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she wears 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 & 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 equally well / the girl has always been 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 - 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 - 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 .
name : nesta montalvo
age : twenty seven
gender & pronouns : cisfemale & she / her
district : five
occupation : victor of the 65th hunger games.
moral alignment : true neutral.
any wanted connections i have are at the end of this !!
greetings , and welcome to the first intro i’ve written in .... a year ? maybe ?? this should be fun !
you were born on the night of the worst storm district five had seen in who knows how long , and during the loudest roll of thunder , you made your appearance. the sounds of your shrieks defended the howling winds , as if you were challenging zeus himself at mere infancy. your parents knew then that you were a force to be reckoned with -- a storm given skin. they gave you the name nesta ; a name meaning sacred , and pure. if only they’d seen your fate ahead of time.
you grew up in and out of the powerplants , had hiding spots in the hydrodam , learned the way power was the main source of ... well , everything. you were always good in school , but it wasn’t anything you were interested in. your desires lay towards maintenance work , wanting more than anything to get your hands on those wires. even as a child , the way that the simple connection could cause such a big reaction was one that so deeply mesmerized you. the way electricity and power worked was incredible , and you wanted any and everything to do with it.
you lived in a bubble of possibility , until you lost your sister to the games. you were fourteen years old , and sylvie was everything to you. your rock , your best friend , your person. and she was reaped , and she was killed three days into the games by the female career from district 2. it completely destroyed you -- you lost interest in everything , everyone. life became a routine , moving day by day. you had your wires to tinker with , and your parents to have measly conversation with , but nothing was ever the same.
you were eighteen years old when you were reaped. eighteen years old , no longer in school , three weeks away from starting your new job at the plant , and suddenly you had no future.
you went through the motions , the parade , the interviews , having to deal with the uppity stylists , and suddenly you were in the arena , fighting for your life. it wasn’t until after you’d survived the bloodbath with nothing but a coil of wire and a small backpack that you decided you weren’t going to let your parents lose another daughter. so you fought -- you fought and you fought and you fought until you’d managed to get your hold on a sword. with your wires , and your new weapon , you were able to figure out a way to win.
and win is exactly what you did.
now , you’re perpetually stuck going through the motions of the capitol , and you hate it. you hate it more than you’ve ever hated anything , and yet you can’t seem to find a way out of this godforsaken loop and you’re just so ready for it to be over , over , over , over.
it was purposeful , the words you’d prattled during your second time mentoring. announcing that you despised the capitol loud enough that people of importance could hear. it wasn’t two days later that you’d received word from home that your parents both perished in an accident in the power plant. accidents happen all the time , they’d said. we’re very sorry , they’d said. but you knew -- you knew it wasn’t an accident , but it was still enough to numb your system and zip your lips tightly. but that anger , that fire , still burned inside.
you want the capitol gone , you want to watch it burn to the ground. for eight years , you’ve had to send people you knew to the slaughter. for eight years , you’ve been stuck in this game that never seems to have an end. for eight long years , you have been nothing but a pawn and you are so , so tired and so , so angry.
and now come the wanted connections ,,,
give her some victor friends. people who understand just how exhausting it is to have to constantly go through the motions , to feel like they are nothing more than just pawns in this never ending game.
i am a sucker ,,, an absolute SUCKER ,,, for will they / won’t they’s. do with that what you will.
a half sibling mayhaps ??? someone for her 2 actually still care about and keep her mouth shut so the capitol doesn’t go banana balls on her
REBELLION CONTACTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GIVE HER INFO LET HER FIGHT !!!
i know i mentioned will they / won’t they’s already but truly ,,, this girl is terrified to let herself love anyone because she is worried that anyone she loves will die the way her parents did. give me this please i love the angst of it all.
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this is the only gif that’ll upload for me for some reason but also JUSTICE for power rangers!dacre. anyway, howdy ! i’m lyra, she / they, eternally making my muses suffer. this is the first of five intros i have to post ( h-horrifying ) so please bear with me as i try to get through those hehehe <3
[ DACRE MONTGOMERY, CIS MALE, HE/HIM. ] hey, that’s apollo zale from district four. they’re pretty well known around those parts for being a FISHERMAN. the hunger games fills them with dread, especially since they’re twenty five years old, but they’ll be watching — everyone always does. anyways, if you’re looking for them, i hear they remind everyone of calloused hands digging into skin, the taste of salt on your tongue & the heavy weight of everything you never said.
CHARACTER INSPO : alizayd al qahtani ( city of brass ), jet ( atla ), henry clerval ( frankenstein ), patroclus ( myth ), julian diaz ( cemetery boys ) 90% of these characters are dead i’m so sorry
i kneel into a dream where i am 𝓖𝓞𝓞𝓓 & 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓓 . i am good . 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 . my hands have made some good mistakes . 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 .
name : apollo zale.
age : twenty - five.
gender & pronouns : cis male & he / him.
district : four.
occupation : fisherman.
moral alignment : lawful good.
ok no more formatting or anything just bullet points and incoherent babbling ♡ wcs are at the end ! these aren’t going to be too long or pretty or anything i have five more to do. MZMZMZMZM
the oldest zale boy, a golden boy. his entire life, he’s tried very hard to emulate their father while also be better than him at protecting & providing for their family. he’s very guarded & feels that he needs to be in order to protect his family; he might come off as cold & uncaring at first glance, but he’s a big softie. it’s just.... Complicated !
loves bodies of water. as a babe, he never got an affinity for swimming like many other kids in the district, but when he was six, he somehow snuck from home to follow his father during a fishing trip and almost drowned ; instead of letting fear rule him, he used the incident to inspire a fine tune a love for the water. his father would joke that apollo has One True Love and it’s the sea.
because his name won’t get picked and he doesn’t volunteer, he’s finally edged out of the hunger games after this year; unfortunately for him, his siblings will all still be eligible. this is the knowledge that haunts him at night. he’s had nightmares about sending his younger siblings to die.
so of course when that biggest nightmare happens he’ll absolutely break inside. the words i volunteer might even reach the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t. all he can do is watch with slow, unfolding horror, feeling utterly useless. utterly powerless.
like i said, he’s pretty aloof towards most people outside of his family, but what’s actually a ruse is seen by a lot of people in the district as a mysterious Dark Boy & he’s become very popular as people try to get him to open up,,,, Romantically. i’m talking the zale home got flooded with love letters once.
with his siblings i joke that he’s definitely the We Got Food At Home brother. he just. loves his siblings ! and they just bring him constant stress ( PERSEUS. ) ! def a mother hen. that said, while most of the time he presents himself as the responsible older one, when he does get in trouble it’s somehow worse than anything his siblings could do ( see again : near death experience at six ).
whether nixie makes it through the games or not, when the rebellion starts, he’ll be very cautious - not because he doesn’t believe in the cause, but because any support he provides could and would put his family in danger. i imagine once his brothers indicate that they’re also All In he’ll actually start to become more brazen.
he’s v intelligent and a p good leader/strategist when he’s not being Cautious so as he throws that to the wind i can see him developing his leadership skills more & possibly getting HIGHLY involved with the rebellion
also he’s !! strong !! buff !!
wcs !
it’s nice to have a friend. this is someone who knows apollo to his core. his artemis if u will hehehe. he trusts this person entirely. honestly this is v v open as long as they’re from district four, i just want him to have somebody he call tell everything to & who can trust him back. if they’re younger than him than he’s also probably super worried abt them & thg & in general he’s as protective as he is over his family. i like to think that they work together and are practically attached at the hip; where x goes apollo will follow and so on. doesn’t have to turn romantic or be romantic but u know... .. . . . if u want. .. . .
i am now begging for a self indulgent crush wc. apollo’s pretty popular, like i said. but this person. OH, THIS PERSON. if the sea was his first love, this person is the second. there’s just one problem: they don’t know he likes them. & unlike many other people, they haven’t even tried to flirt with him. he’s sure they don’t like him back - maybe they don’t ! that’s up to you ! - and it’s keeping him from being bold. again this doesn’t have to turn romantic and i actually. would Really Love for this to have a platonic end.
those are my big two but i’d love to plot anything past / present / future. some other ideas are: enemies or rivals, an ex who left him bc he was either overprotective or because he just. didn’t devote time to them properly, someone he looks up to.
#sacrificialintro#me @ apollo: go white boy go !#drowning tw#no one Actually drowns but there's like. a mention of it.
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today i bring you Goth Stylist. tomorrow ? who knows.
[ LEE JIEUN, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY ] well, if it isn’t nerilla baron, our resident DISTRICT 12 STYLIST ! i’m so excited to see what they’ll be bringing to the table this year. they’re twenty six years old, & they’ve been in this position for less than a year. i hope they’re ready for the publicity — the tabloids have already started talking about them ! anyways, i got to meet them once, & they’re a lot like the satisfying pop of a champagne bottle, remember: snakes in the grass don’t always resemble snakes, a light in your eyes that glints not like the stars but like a knife, the hollow stillness in the air just after a camera flash.
CHARACTER INSPO : mai ( atla ), juliette cai ( these violent delights ), kaz brekker ( grishaverse ), damon salvatore ( from the books. I Do Not Perceive Show!Damon )
𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 . it’s fathomless . it is not something that can be measured or studied . 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙉 , 𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔 , 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 . it’s endless , all consuming fire . 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
name : nerilla baron.
age : twenty six.
gender & pronouns : demigirl & she / her / they / them ( alternating, but some days they just want to hear one or the other ).
district : two
occupation : district 12 stylist.
moral alignment : chaotic good.
wcs at the end !
great-grandchild of one of the first gamemakers, nerilla belongs to a long line of capitol greats. their family is mostly notorious for their work in the hunger games, and very rarely do any of the barons take a job that isn’t somehow directly tied to the games; their brother, for example, is a painter who remakes particularly popular scenes from the games.
so, growing up, they found themselves in the lap of luxury. they had no need to work for anything; if she wanted something, she got it. there was only one rule in the home: be good. if you were good, you were set for life.
originally, nerilla did not want to be a stylist. she wanted to be a painter, but her brother was already well on his way to doing so, and a rule of being good was no competing with each other. assuming styling people would be the next best thing, she was thrown to work by her parents, immediately placed as an assistant to one of the oldest game stylists working at the time. here, they found a love for the occupation that was all but forced upon them; they were still making art, but now someone could wear it on their body. fashion is statements. how better to communicate ?
nerilla grew in popularity very quickly, but, to the dismay of their family, refrained from becoming a games stylist, instead taking jobs from high-paying & esteemed capitol clients. they, blatantly, denied their parent’s insistence to style for the games. they did not say why, but the thought of dressing someone to send them off to slaughter made them sick. for a while they did do some game-inspired outfits for clients, but stopped because, again, for some reason it gave her a guilty conscience.
she’s in the right place in the wrong time when it happens. a party. a slip of the tongue, a case of mistaken identity, perhaps even a deliberate act. this person changes nerilla’s perspective on everything. it happens so quickly, one moment betrayal leaves someone’s mouth, and suddenly nerilla’s like a spark that’s been lit up, with the sudden, incredible realization: yes, this should be changed.
it’s dangerous. it’s idiotic. it’s the very antithesis of being good, and yet they can’t help it. everything about panem is wrong. for the first time, they put into words their disgust with the treatment of the districts.
applying to be a stylist in the next games was the logical step. get close to those in power, closer to those without. her name recognition, their work recognition - all enough to have landed them a spot in a career district, maybe, but they shut that idea down. they wanted to experience the worst. they wanted to see it.
okay thsi is going to be nigh incoherent but. u know colette from ratatouille ? edna mode ? that’s nerilla. very strict. very much likes things their way.
she’s also Very Scary, and it doesn’t help that she dresses Very Scary. this is on purpose. only the bravest of crows reap the rewards from approaching scarecrows, and nerilla has no patience for cowardice. also i feel like most people in the capitol who dress eccentrically do it with bright clothing ? WHERE ARE THE GOTHS SUZANNE.
they will literally never say it but they care... a lot. about their work, about other people. they’re just very tough-love about it.
wcs !
anything to do with her job. the stylist she apprenticed under, ppl she’s styled/regulars, an up-and-coming stylist or a stylist she’s got a bit of a rivalry with, SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO APPRENTICE/STUDY UNDER HER ??
their brother.... pl e ase.. . . .. THEIR BROTHER ! he’s a painter and very pro-capitol and i imagine him as someone who looks/acts all sunshine and rainbows but is every much Evil. they’re close for now, they have been since they were children, but as the rebellion kicks off their relationship will go sour so quickly. please. Sibling Angst. also i imagine he’s like a year younger or their twin but he can be older if u want.
not technically a connection but if u have a character in the d12 team. Hello. MMZMMXMXM
uh literally anything they’re a very Fun character for me they deserve some Fun connections
#sacrificialintro#this took me so long#Never Have More Than 1 Backstory Possibility Kids#ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to spellcheck this
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GOODNIGHT TO GIRLS UNDER 5′2, SCORPIOS, AND THE VERY UNPLEASANT
[ ASLIHAN MALBORA, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] introducing calpurnia pamuk, VICTOR of the 71st hunger games, representing district two. my sources say that they are twenty three years old, & that they’re pretty handy with knife-throwing. wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you can’t miss them, because they remind everyone of looking like the innocent flower but being the serpent undern’t, sparks of mischief glittering in your eyes, looking everywhere but at the reflection in the mirror & a finger tracing delicately over scarred skin.
CHARACTER INSPO : katara ( atla ), darayavahoush e-afshin ( city of brass ), fang runin ( poppy war ), alina starkov ( shadow & bone ), leia organa ( star wars )
𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰 𝑫𝑶 𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑶 ? / so , a HUMMING VIOLENCE settles without hesitation . don’t call this destruction , 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖙 . the undoing of the first thing to be done .
name : calpurnia pamuk ( call her nia )
age : twenty three ( with the timeline i’ve made she’s technically twenty two but. she’ll be turning twenty three soon enough. MZMZMZM )
gender & pronouns : cis female & she / her
district : two
occupation : victor.
moral alignment : chaotic. just chaotic.
wcs at the end !
one of calpurnia’s first memories is bringing flowers she’d picked to her father’s bed as he lay sick, her grandmother’s firm hand on her shoulder keeping her stuck to the ground, unable to leap forward and hug him desperately.
both of calpurnia’s parents died when she was very young, of disease, according to her grandmother. she knows nothing else except that. with their deaths, she was placed in the care of her only living relative, her loving grandmother. her incredibly rich grandmother. her grandmother who may or may not have gotten said wealth from shady business practices with the capitol while fronting as a jeweler.
her grandmother, presumably due to losing her son and daughter-in-law so close to one another, was a very nervous woman. she let calpurnia train like any other career, but she made it explicitly clear she was under no circumstance to volunteer. ever.
so, in the academy, nia put in minimal effort. she did well enough to pass, but she never tried to compete for a top spot; still, somehow, she was one of the best. this also did not matter to nia, a fact which was probably a sore spot to everyone who tried to encourage her to participate in the games.
and then. well, calpurnia was always a flirt. but this girl ? her and nia had something real. nia loved her. & after a year-long whirlwind romance, when her name was called ? nia couldn’t handle it. she volunteered. to the world, the actions of a career looking for glory. privately, the desperate act of a girl in love.
the girl did not come to visit nia as she was waiting to be sent off into the games. she never heard from her again. but her grandmother came, even though she was utterly destroyed, and she begged nia to win. to come back to her. nia promised she would; and she’d never broken a promise.
WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THE 71ST HUNGER GAMES. nia went in as a nineteen year old promising...ish career who thrived by displaying a fun, ditzy personality pre-arena, a persona she’d keep alive even when in the arena. because a soft fool of a girl was an easy target. because it would make others come to her.
i haven’t.. . .. . figured this out entirely but i wanna say the arena was very tropical rainforest-esque, and one of the big gamemaker moves against the tributes was literally flushing them out with rainfall so heavy and long it flooded the arena until only whoever was lucky enough to pick the highest trees were left. lots of venemous/dangerous animals, an extreme amount of humidity, and so much foliage the tributes needed a miracle to be able to move anywhere undetected.
calpurnia officially wins on her twentieth birthday, though she wouldn’t find that out until much later. she’d managed to seduce her district partner, having a star-crossed love of the ages. a fantastic decision: he got rid of most of the other careers for her, save for a district 4 girl she had to finish off with her knives. in the end, there were three left: her, a district 6 girl, and him. the district 6 girl was an easy kill, her partner snapping the poor girl’s neck. he’d looked at calpurnia with wide eyes and asked, breathless, “what now?”
and calpurnia, sweet, silly calpurnia, put her hand on his chest. leaned in. brushed her lips against his. told him not to worry, because she would make the ultimate sacrifice. and proceeded stabbed him three times in the heart. and then she kept stabbing him, because suddenly she’d been filled with an indescribable anger - at him, for being tricked so easily. at herself, for doing this to him. but now that she’d killed him, the show was over. everything would go back to normal; better, even.
or so she thought. calpurnia, despite her betrayal, had won the capitol’s hearts. she’s a capitol darling, still. when she won the hunger games, it wasn’t the final act of a hero’s journey: it was the first act of a tragedy.
she goes on. she’s less of a girl and more of a puppet. she’s giggles and smiles and softness, which is ridiculous because she murdered dozens of other people in cold blood, and sometimes her hands itch to do it again. what she wants is to rage, to demand, to be not a puppet or a girl but a monster feared by the capitol. but. but she won’t. who will take care of her grandmother if not her ?
she’s not a good person by any means. when she hears whispers of a rebellion, she listens. follows the trail. but it’s not because she cares for what they have to say; it’s because the rebellion can give her the hot-blooded revenge she wants.
wcs !
so i might send in an actual wc for this, BUT ALSO IF YOU’RE READING THIS AND THINKING ABOUT MAKING A DISTRICT TWO MUSE, i’d love to see the girl who calpurnia fell in love with. i like the idea that maybe this muse wanted to be in the games, and calpurnia taking that from them was seen as a betrayal, but honestly this is.. . .. completely up to you !
I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING FOR PLATONIC SOULMATES. preferably someone from the capitol who she met during her games ? this is someone who, despite their differences, is probably the person closest to nia other than her grandmother. they’re also probably the only one who knows just how much inner turmoil she’s in, and maybe they have their own giant issues that only nia knows about or is willing to understand. eventually, they’ll either be pro-rebellion by themselves or with nia’s help; regardless, they won’t leave each other’s sides. it’s a bond that’s very rare and kind of unexplainable but they’re It for each other ( PLATONICALLY PLEASE )
i want. a fellow victor & her to have a Hate On Sight relationship. it might have a Certain Tension it might not but there’s something about these two that seems to naturally clash, maybe it’s even because they’re actually Similar in some ways ? i just.. . ..Love Enemies
f-family members or friends of the district 2 guy she killed who resent her ? i like to imagine he actually felt something for her, which was.. .. . .A MISTAKE, BUDDY.
LITERALLY ANYTHING. hookups. rivals. bad influences. good influences. ppl who don’t see her as anything past her façade or who might even judge her for being “ditzy” and “pro-capitol”. someone who has like a fancrush on her would be cute, stars in their eyes, don’t meet your idols etc etc.
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