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Posted: Tue, 20/02/2024 07:51 (9 Months ago)
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"They say that the ones you love hurt you the most. I’ve loved and been hurt. But you wouldn’t leave me.. right?"

Username:
~~Leafie~~

Character Name:
Kae Cynthius

Gender & Pronouns:
Female | She/Them

Age:
17

Year:
1st

Council Member & Position:
N

Appearance:
Kae has a simple appearance, much to their delight, of dark roots in their thin locks, blending to a softer sandy brown shade. Steely blue, moon grey eyes sit below a side swept parting in their hair, mousy strands tickling the tips of her pale brows and lightly tanned complexion. A tall stance and muscular physique gives them more confidence than if she were to be of average height or smaller.

Personality:
INFJ - The Advocate

Kae is rather shy and reserved, despite seeming outgoing and laidback. Although their fluid mask adapts her character to each individual, it blocks out their natural self that she only reveals to a handful of trusted people.

Under their broad exterior, she is sensitive, empathetic and caring to those who need it as well as those that matter most to them. Kae’s moral compass is generally accurate and she balances their feelings and logic quite smoothly. She hates letting others down, usually being the support system of many emotions that pour out from the mouths from teary eyed individuals. Kae pushes themselves to excel in their studies and can be seen as a perfectionist or stubborn if their work does not meet up to their standards.

Fears:
Autophobia - The fear of being abandoned. Whilst she finds some comfort in spending time alone, the idea of being forever alone and without anyone to turn to frightens her.

Claustrophobia - The fear of confined spaces. It’s simple, really. She hates caves, cages and locked spaces with them inside, linking to her Autophobia.

Fear of being judged (I realise this has a name but it’s too broad) - This is often why Kae happens to be so different around certain people, hiding behind a mask that conceals their identity; their authentic self slipping from their grasp.

Relationships:
Though she on good with their foster parents and two adopted siblings in their second year, their real family relationship status is.. complicated

Other:
N/A

Pal Pad Group:
Y


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Posted: Thu, 08/02/2024 07:50 (9 Months ago)



Liro Alexandrite





“Good luck”

Her last comment played on loop inside his head. Liro was sick to the stomach with fear, his feet frozen to the ground, unwilling to move. In a matter of minutes, the two tributes would be revealed and be shipped off to the Capitol. It was a moment which he dreaded, feeling the guilt and pain of the chosen tribute, as if he were responsible. He felt occasional nudges against his shoulder as other boys shifted uneasily in their positions, faces hard and grim. All roped into age categories and lined up like cattle, each with a small prick of a needle on their finger from each blood sample.

Liro could spot Mollie’s brown head through the crowd, exchanging anxious glances with other girls in her section, jaw clenched. He couldn’t blame her. No one said a word. No one tried to whisper. No one dared to defy the peacekeepers that surrounded them. They were certainly building up a lot of suspense this year.

Finally the slow clicking of heels made their way into the platform, followed by a false smile and eyes disgusted by the sight of the district; the hollow, scowling faces that stood before her; the black soot caked in their nails and lack of attention to their attire. “Welcome to the annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour.” She continued to flash her smiles despite her blank-faced audience, cheekbones unnaturally sharp and skin tinted a shade of orange. Liro caught Mollie’s glance and they both nodded: plastic surgery.

“And now the tributes!” The woman exclaimed, her high pitched Capitol voice squealing in excitement. Heels clicked over to the two glass bowls littered with names hastily scrawled on each scrap of parchment, no doubt made from the timber in District 7. The next few minutes were blurred into seconds as he snapped from a dreamy faze, finally noticing Mollie’s pale expression and a few known heads swivelling in his direction. Their eyes were filled with pity and relief; all he felt was dread.

He was… but.. but he..

“Liro Alexandrite.” The woman repeated calmly. He was the male tribute.




Celaine Airus





Celaine gripped Rya’s pale hand as they snaked around the grouped clusters, occasionally ducking her head every time a peacekeeper drew near. Best to keep out of sight, though she cursed her bright red hair that did the opposite. She was glad her cousin wasn’t legible for the Games.

“Rya? Celaine?” A weary voice called, words outlined with the husky sound of consumed alcohol. She sighed and loosened her hold on Rya, raising her head to the man. He looked better than she last saw him; his greying stubble less rugged and dull eyes brighter. Though it seemed that he still couldn’t shake his drinking habits. “Dean.” She replied, coldly acknowledging his presence. Rya nodded at her father, breaking the tension with a small smile and slipping her palm into his for a moment.

“The reaping is about to start.” noticing how Dean’s pupils reduced to pinpoints as the memory of his son flooded back. “I know.. you don’t forgive me.. or trust me but.. good luck.” Celaine narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to snap back, though abruptly closed it after catching Rya’s pained expression. “I appreciate it but it won’t help. There’s statistics involved, not just luck.” With those last words, she slipped away from the girl she loved and man she resented.

Elbows jabbed into her side and in annoyance as Celaine pushed her way into the crowd, slotting into place, shoulder to shoulder. Rows and rows of children; innocent children. No one deserves this. But she swallowed her bitterness and let the reaping begin.

The female tribute was chosen; small and fragile like Rya, probably just twelve, with the same pale hair and fair skin. So much like her.. it almost seemed that the girl was..

“I volunteer.” The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realised what had been done. The chosen girl collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobbing and sniffling, moaning cries escaping her chest.

Celaine only looked towards Dean and Rya, standing behind the endless rows. Dean had dropped his flask of whiskey, shock crossing over his face. But Rya’s was what scared her. Fear, confusion, helplessness. Betrayal.

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Posted: Sat, 03/02/2024 16:39 (9 Months ago)
Heyy

I’m Leafie and I use she/her pronouns. I’m either bi or lesbian, I think

I am a bit obsessed with RP and it’s one of the only things I’ll do on PH (totally down for public or private RP anytime) and I consider myself empathetic and supportive so if and if any of y’all need to chat I’m open

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Posted: Sun, 28/01/2024 13:07 (9 Months ago)
Lem’s gaze drifted from her bag to her surroundings. It was beautiful; so quiet and serene. Only the gentle breeze that flew through her hair, the warmth of the setting sun. Like how Floraberry was before it fell.

More TBA

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Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 08:23 (10 Months ago)



Liro Alexandrite




Liro clutched his game bag tightly with blackened hands as he took careful steps towards the Hob. Even now, at the age of fourteen, he still felt shivers run down his spine at the thought of going to the Black Market. Biting his lip, he pushed open the doors, glad that few people took notice of him. The least he wanted was to draw attention to himself.

“Morning, Gemstone.” A familiar voice spoke. Liro’s head whipped to his right, before his grey eyes met with those of a tawny brown. He knew those eyes from his younger childhood, and still winced at the nickname. “Mollie.” He greeted in return, passing her a squirrel. Mollie scanned his catch carefully, before nodding and passing him a small loaf of warm bread. He stared, awestruck at the trade before glancing up at her as if to confirm the sight. “Happy Hunger Games—”

“And may the odds be ever in your favour.” He finished, though a little bitterly then his usual mockery of the phrase. His name was entered 39 times, the odds weren’t exactly in his favour. One for each year he had been allegeable to fight in the Games and 36 for each month of supplies for his sister and father since he was twelve. For the amount of food available in the Capitol, they spared next to nothing for the remaining citizens. “Good luck.” Mollie said. He needed it.




Celaine Airus




Celaine tugged an old wooden brush through her fiery red hair, groaning at the strands that were pulled from her scalp. It was surprisingly painful; she hadn’t felt true pain since.. he volunteered— No, she couldn’t think about that. It would only distract her, if she was chosen. She swallowed her guilt and straightened her shirt, stained with hues from this morning’s crop that was once again shipped off to the Capitol. The mere thought of them make her blood boil, her face taut with disgust. Celaine would have them all thrown into the games by their wealthy, surgically modified ears if she was president; see how the games ruins their moral compass, their mind and their hearts.

A small, innocent face appeared at her door, complete with a delicate smile that played on her lips. “Ooh! You look pretty!” Rya whispered, though that was the only way she talked. “My Ma says that it’s time.” Her smile faltered for a moment and she bit her lip in worry. Shook her head. “You won’t get picked. This is your first time and I haven’t taken out that much tesserae. We’re one of the lucky ones. I’m not worried.” She gave a fake smile that seemed to pass, though she couldn’t deny her nervous conscious.

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Posted: Mon, 22/01/2024 16:29 (10 Months ago)
Done with my form ~ apologies for the wait

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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 17:00 (10 Months ago)

Liro
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Liro Alexandrite

Age: 14
Gender: Male
District: 12 - Coal Mining

Power:
[Through ones eyes]

Liro’s unique ability enables him to see another perspective on the world. Well, more visual than anything. He can look through anyone’s eyes as he pleases, watching from another place how others interact and visualise their surroundings in present time. However this exhorts masses of energy and requires him to lose awareness of his environment, focusing on another.

Weaknesses:
Being a resident of the poorest district in Panem, Liro’s lack of muscle and severe malnutrition makes him a stick figure even by twelve’s standards. In combat, he would be destined to lose every fight and gain injuries that would typically result in near death.

He has very little knowledge and skills in using weapons, having only used a bow and handled a pocket knife to clean meat. In short, without his power or survival skills Liro would probably, definitely, be the first to die in the Games.

Strengths:
However, always being on the brink of starvation, Liro has higher chances of surviving lack of food than the Careers. His concern isn’t dying of hunger. Though his twig limbs and light weight is a disadvantage in combat, it enables him with the speed and agility that other Districts are unlikely to match.

From a young age he was taught how to hunt, track and trap with minimal effort and resources, equipping him with survival tools needed in the Seam as well as the Games.

Other:




Celaine
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Celaine Airus

Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 11 - Agriculture

Power:
[Glowing regeneration]

Quite simple as powers go, but very effective. Celaine’s immune system works twice as fast than normal, causing wounds to start healing as quickly as they appeared. This boosts her with a sudden surge of energy for about a minute to get out of the situation that caused her harm. Generally, this is at the control of her fingertips but occasionally happens by chance, draining her energy until she is back to full strength.

Strengths:
Since her cousin’s reaping that lead to his death, Celaine had prepared since she was small for the Hunger Games. Her charming smile and seeming sweet personality played in her favour as she ‘suggested’ to those who handled weapons that they teach her their knowledge. She has a high level of skill in fighting, though her arrogance and refusal to give in will sometimes land her in deep waters.

Weaknesses:
Celaine’s motto is more fight then flight, hating to back away due to her stubborn nature, surprising for a girl from a farming district. This can lead her to making rash and careless decisions that can cost her pride and dignity, two things she hates losing.

Other:




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Posted: Sun, 14/01/2024 16:25 (10 Months ago)
April 7th, 2012 | 03:11 am

TW: Mention of blood and death

◇◇◇ pressed her back against the wall of a crumbling apartment, her eyes darting to every angle of her surroundings. A small boy was shivering next to her, his eyes teary and face pale. ◇◇◇ angled her head down to him and rubbed his back gently. She put two fingers to her lips and the boy nodded, shutting his eyes. Stay quiet. In a matter of minutes, the child drifted to sleep, his blonde head resting against her shoulder.

◇◇◇ almost sighed in relief when she heard his relaxed, steady breathing. He had been through so much for an eleven-year-old, not even knowing the beautiful world before it became corrupt. “Just sleep,” ◇◇◇ whispered softly. “Please.” He needed it. And so did she.

Then the shooting sound of gunfire echoed boldly behind ◇◇◇, the cackle of insane laughter following. The boy cried out in fear and clutched his ears, sobbing in his knees. “Look at me,” She said. Her voice was husky and tired, though still carrying a sense of protective authority. “Look at me.” The boy lifted his head, his lips trembling. “You need to run. Don’t stop, even if you’re tired. Get to the outskirts, in our hiding spot, okay?” ◇◇◇ had lost her friends, she wasn’t about to lose him. “GO!”

The boy didn’t hesitate to run, darting away from the decaying wall and further from ◇◇◇. Watching as he disappeared out of sight, she rubbed her face with a grubby sleeve and shifted down to her knees.

Gunshots rang out loudly, and she bolted forwards, springing into the alleyway. Clamping a hand over her mouth, her heart racing, ◇◇◇ prayed to every deity she had heard of that she would live. Until scream pierced the air, one she knew too well.

No. No no. She leapt to her feet and ran, tearing out of the alleyway. Past the outskirts, the barricaded doors and windows. ◇◇◇ had barely reached the outskirts of the city when she stopped dead, panic immobilising her ability to run. Her eyes caught the sight of blood. And her dead brother.

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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 17:29 (10 Months ago)
Form completed! Apologies for the late response

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Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 16:58 (10 Months ago)

Title: #3

Ahhh…

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Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 07:28 (10 Months ago)

Your Username:
~~Leafie~~

Character name:
Atlanta

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, Atlanta’s frame has evolved to a leaner and angular build, her athleticism increasing. Her thick cut of edgy chocolate brown hair portrays the her obviously own trimmed pixie cut, with a stain of indigo pigment streaking her tips. Her azure eyes swirl with dusty hues of adrenaline and nervous excitement contrasting to the two silver hoops on her ear.

Personality:

Atlanta’s personality is quite different to her name. Though she is warm-hearted and empathetic, her tranquility can soon turn to a wild frenzy of emotions and temper. She likes to think of herself as open minded even if she seems stubborn and hard-headed such as the noble Taurus that she takes after.

Weapon(s):
Knife, Shurikens

Other:
She always carries a set of lock picks..


Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?:
Sure


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Posted: Tue, 09/01/2024 17:31 (10 Months ago)
Kit blinked slowly, her eyes eyes foggy and unfocused. She was slumped slightly against the desk, clutching the black ink pen that spewed over her fingertips, stained.

Heat flushed to her cheeks as she sat bolt upright, almost squealing uncharacteristically. She glanced around the room, as she collected herself. The detectives were… playing Monopoly? Well it’s one way to get aquatinted. Rubbing her temples, she slipped past them and slid the folder back into the archives. About half an hour of paperwork done in an hour. Not what you would call productive. Kit was slacking.

(Sorry for disappearing for so long)

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Posted: Tue, 28/11/2023 18:56 (11 Months ago)
Did Kit mention how boring paperwork was? And how easy it was to get distracted? Quite literally, anything was more exciting than notes.

She checked the page number of the archive folder: 6.

Eh… too distracted.

But who could blame her? Not much came around to the little agency, and when something appeared, you had to snatch it quickly before anyone else could. Otherwise, it’s just more paperwork. Yay…



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Posted: Tue, 14/11/2023 07:31 (1 Year ago)
Kit raised an eyebrow at the break out between her colleagues

Really? A fight? What is this, high school?

She smirked and flicked open a hefty file holding a vast sum of information on every recorded case. Turning each page carefully, Kit scanned for anomalies or missing details, comparing it to her own notes

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Posted: Sun, 12/11/2023 12:48 (1 Year ago)
Hmmm.. no but we could probably be friends

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Posted: Sun, 12/11/2023 12:44 (1 Year ago)
9/10

It’s true

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Posted: Sat, 11/11/2023 17:50 (1 Year ago)
~~Leafie~~ and Glistening_Mew:
56%
The two seem to get along.


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Posted: Sat, 11/11/2023 17:33 (1 Year ago)
6.5/10

Love the blue mew

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Posted: Sat, 11/11/2023 17:31 (1 Year ago)
7/10

Simple. Snappy. Sparkly.

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Posted: Sat, 11/11/2023 17:23 (1 Year ago)
potential res too!

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