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Posted: Tue, 26/09/2023 22:31 (1 Year ago)
nope

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Posted: Mon, 25/09/2023 18:58 (1 Year ago)
bump!!

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Posted: Wed, 13/09/2023 21:42 (1 Year ago)
[deleted!! meant to send answer in pms :)]

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Posted: Wed, 06/09/2023 20:20 (1 Year ago)
cup1d
final wc:
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ahh, valentine's day. love's in the air, smiling couples holding hands, bouquets of roses, boxes of chocolates. that's valentine's day for all you humans, but for me? the literal cherub cupid?? it's a nightmare.

you wouldn't think so, would you? with one hit of my arrow, i can make you fall in love with anyone, who wouldn't want that power? seems all fun and games, right?

no. just no.

it's torture.

i have to listen to all of your hopeful wishes, like 'oooh i hope jared asks me out today!', and 'i hope jessica doesn't reject me!'. and yeah, these are all genuine wishes i've heard.

wishes, you ask? well, ever had feelings for a certain someone, and silently pray you bump into them in the corridor, or that they're in your history class? and that it actually happens? who do you think is responsible for that.... yeah, it's me.

i do all of that!

unfortunately i'm forced to, my bosses are insistent


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Posted: Tue, 05/09/2023 21:58 (1 Year ago)
gabite

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Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 19:15 (1 Year ago)
aah tysm mine is super cute!!

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Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 17:20 (1 Year ago)
pokémon: dubwool + abra
flag: faesari [dubwool] + demigirl [abra]
other: tip [30k]
all/most versions (pm) or selection (thread)?: selection


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Posted: Fri, 01/09/2023 17:08 (1 Year ago)
Pride Recolor

wow, it's a pride flag!
pokemon: abra
flag: demigirl
other: 5k tip :3


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Posted: Thu, 24/08/2023 11:03 (1 Year ago)
pokemon fight!

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Posted: Thu, 24/08/2023 11:02 (1 Year ago)
Minya Reedshaw




Tears rolled down her eyes. It was all so quick, first the Reaping, now Milo- she couldn't bear it.

The Peacekeepers led her to a small room, where she was quickly enveloped in hugs.

"Minya! Minya! Is it true? You really got Reaped?" They called.

She smiled sadly. "It's okay. Just don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll be back home soon, 'kay?"

"You promise?" Whispered the smallest.

"Of course, Luna. You know me, I never break a promise-...where's mother and father?" She said suddenly.

The children shrugged.

"Hospital. 'Cause....Milo." Mumbled Luna.

Minya's heart sank. "Is he okay?"

Another shrug.

"Oh." Minya whispered.

"You'll be back home soon, right, Minya? We can play hide and seek when you're back, right?"

Hide and Seek was Luna's favourite game.

"Of course. I'll be the Seeker."

"Time's up Miss Reedshaw." Grunted a Peacekeeper.

"No- wait- five more minutes. Please?"

"No can do miss, unless you want your siblings here to end up like dear old Milo."

Minya's fists clenched. "Alright then." She spat. "Goodbye, all of you. I'll be back soon, okay? That's a promise."

"Pinky promise?" Said Luna.

"Pinky promise."




Raiyhan Vale

"Son."

"Dad." Raiyhan mumbled. He didn't look up from the ground.

"I know things between us have been....hard, at times, but-"

"But what, Dad? You gonna act all sorry, now? Before I'm carted off to imminent death? Is the last thing you wanna tell me before I go to the Games, 'I'm sorry', just so you can die with a guilt-free conscience?"

...

"I don't care about your 'sorries', they won't cut it, Dad." Raiyhan's voice faltered. He clenched his fists.

"Son-"

"I don't care! I don't care about anything you have to say. What am I supposed to do with 'sorry', eh? Forgive you for these past six years?"

"....Good luck." Raiyhan's father grunted.

Raiyhan's eyes rolled. "What am I gonna need luck for? I don't need to be lucky if I'm planning on dying."

"My wife- your mother, think about what she'd say right now. She'd hate to see you all like this....all....lazy. You've given up before you've even started-"

"My mother, your wife, is dead. It's been six years. Why can't you let this go? You know what she'd hate to see? How you've turned into the biggest a**hole a father can ever-"

"Time's up.

He glared at his father, before turning his back on him and trudging off.




Idris Kallikrates

A minute passed.

Then two, then three.

Then five minutes passed.

No one came.

It was to be expected, of course. No one ever came. His parents didn't care for him anyways, and he was never the type to make friends.

He sighed.

"Can I go now?" Idris spat.

"You have ten minutes left, Kallikrates."

"Ten minutes left to do what? Stare at my shoelaces? Oh come on, no one is going to come here anyways."

There was no response.

Idris let out a very loud, very over-the-top groan and slumped in his seat.

"100 bottles of milk on the wall, 100 bottles of milk, you take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of milk on the wall." He muttered. "How long left?"

"Still ten minutes."

Idris groaned again.

..."99 bottles of milk on the wall, 99 bottles of milk..."



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Posted: Tue, 22/08/2023 01:17 (1 Year ago)
Good!

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Posted: Tue, 22/08/2023 01:06 (1 Year ago)
Rez :3

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Username:
alexiis

Name:
Idris Kallikrates

Team Name:
Sol Koroleva

Age:
18
Appearance:
picrew
Idris has quite pale skin, small, porcelain features and pale lips. Messy, black hair dangles in front of his almost-black eyes. A small black tattoo in the shape of a teardrop is visible under his right eyelid. Idris has several golden piercings in his right ear. He often wears baggy hoodies in all shades of grey and black (rarely sporting brightly-coloured clothes), with a black turtleneck underneath, ripped jeans and checked trainers. Idris wears small silver rings on his fingers, with several precious stones embedded inside them.

Personality:
Idris has a sharp tongue and a lot of wit, but with a short temper. He's quick to anger at the slightest thing. He hates socialising and prefers to become a simple hermit and hide in a dark corner when needed. Idris dislikes physical contact. He's harsh and rude to everyone he meets, worrying that they'd see him as weak and pathetic if he's nice to them. He has no time for the simple minded and is very slow to trust. He's used to people avoiding him due to him being the 'black sheep' of society, often having different beliefs and attitude to everyday norms.

[INTP (Ti-Ne-Si-Te), 5w4, sp/sx, 584, RCUEI, Melancholic-Phlegmatic, LFVE based]

Backstory:
agshwj the bane of my existence, backstories

Abilities:

HEARTRENDER

[PASSIVE BOOST (support stats amplified)]




Fandom:
Shadow and Bone

Palpad?:
yee

Other:



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Posted: Mon, 21/08/2023 22:29 (1 Year ago)
Rez?

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Welcome, Brother!

Name:
Idris Kallikrates

Age:
18

Gender:
Male [He/They]

Appearance:
Idris has quite pale skin, small, porcelain features and pale lips. Messy, black hair dangles in front of his almost-black eyes. A small black tattoo in the shape of a teardrop is visible under his right eyelid. Idris has several golden piercings in his right ear. His attire consists of ragged scraps of clothes, patchy shirts and trousers.

picrew

Personality:
Idris has a sharp tongue and a lot of wit, but with a short temper. He's quick to anger at the slightest thing. He hates socialising and prefers to become a simple hermit and hide in a dark corner when needed. Idris dislikes physical contact. He's harsh and rude to everyone he meets, worrying that they'd see him as weak and pathetic if he's nice to them. He has no time for the simple minded and is very slow to trust. He's used to people avoiding him due to him being the 'black sheep' of society, often having different beliefs and attitude to everyday norms.


Personality Type (optional):
INTP (Ti-Ne-Si-Te)

Side:
Truth-Seeker

Fears, Strengths and Weaknesses:

Fears: the judgement of others, and the worry that others will see him as weak.
Strengths: Idris has a quick mind and works well under pressure, and is an easy decision maker.
Weaknesses: he detests physical contact or anything social, he isn't a people pleaser and struggles to make conversation.

Weapons:

Throwing knives.

Palpad: yes please

Other:

Sexuality: Heteromantic Asexual

Occupation: tba

Any questions?:





Welcome, Brother/Sister!

Name:
Keiki Meyumi

Age:
16

Gender:
Genderfluid [They/them]

Appearance:

desc tba

picrew

Personality:
Keiki is a very loud and obnoxious person, often making jokes at their own expense, anything to get a laugh, really. They're very witty and seems to have high self-confidence around others, never becoming embarrassed. Keiki has a habit of flirting with people they meet, regardless of gender, and will stop at nothing to sway them with their poor poetry and bad dancing.

They have their flaws, as everyone does- they're very shy about their appearance. They often try to spend more time with people than being alone. Keiki is a huge a people-pleaser, and often go to extreme lengths to be acknowledged and appreciated.

Keiki has a talent for writing, and often at night-time, they write stories way into the night, resulting in no sleep and those mysterious dark circles underneath their eyes.


Personality Type (optional):
ENFP-A

Side:
Believer

Fears, Strengths and Weaknesses:
Fears: being forgotten, dismissed or ignored.
Strengths: great with people, is great at making their voice heard and is generally a nice person.
Weaknesses: cannot stand up for themselves, very self-conscious

Weapons:
Bow

Palpad: yes please

Other (eg sexuality, job, hobby, etc):
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Writer

Any questions?:



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Posted: Mon, 21/08/2023 21:36 (1 Year ago)
Minya Reedshaw




"I volunteer! I-I volunteer as tribute!"

Minya's eyes scanned the crowd. Who was it? Who volunteered? Who would be her saviour?

Would she- would she be free?

Her heart raced as her eyes found the source of the voice. A girl, much taller than she was, much stronger. She could put up a fight, couldn't she?

"I believe I have not made it clear enough, have I not? Miss Gutbourgh, the tributes were not chosen at random this time around. There will be no volunteers, those who have been chosen will be the final roster for the games."

...her heart sank. Of course. She was so foolish, so stupid to even think she had a slight chance of getting out of this. Her chest felt tight.

Minya glanced up at her District partner.

What was his name again?

Day- Dee- Daischon?

Daischon Zaphar, huh.

What a strange name. She couldn't even pronounce it. Day-shoon? Dee-shoon? Die-shkon???

She pursed her lips. He was tall enough, looked strong enough too. Minya squinted at him. He didn't look remotely nervous. Maybe it was an act, acting all 'tough guy', to mask the terror?

Minya looked at the ground. It seemed to work on the audience. She, however, looked on the verge of tears.

BANG!

Minya looked up to see that poor girl crumple to the ground.

She couldn't breathe. Her eyes welled with tears.

Minya wanted to scream, cry, shriek, anything. She wanted to leave desperately.


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Posted: Mon, 21/08/2023 15:59 (1 Year ago)
Minya Reedshaw

Pre-Reaping

She squeezed Milo's hand tightly. The boy looked nervously at her. "Don't worry, okay? There's a very small chance you'll be reaped. I highly doubt it'll happen." Golden eyes met hers, and shone with the start of tears pooling in his eyes. "Okay?" His voice caught in his throat.

Minya sighed. "Don't....don't say that. You can't promise that." She whispered.

It was almost time to leave, and walk to the dreaded Square, where she and Milo would be separated into their respective sections, marked by age and sex.

Milo didn't have to worry, he was tall, taller than most kids in the district, and he had decent strength.

Her, on the other hand...

Tiny, practically a twig, did she really stand a chance like Milo said? Or was everything he said just a lie to make her feel better?

She sighed, biting her lip, hoping the tears that threatened to spill went away. She couldn't cry now.

"Good luck, 'kay? I'll see you at home, after the Reaping." Milo muttered.

To be so hopeful, was something she wished she was. There was no doubt in Milo's head that they weren't going to get Reaped.

"Sure. I'll see you there." Minya whispered.

Home.

She closed her eyes and prayed. After the Reaping, she'd go home and see her brothers and sisters, right?

Right?

There was no chance...surely?

Present

MINYA REEDSHAW, DISTRICT 7!

. . .

"...what?" Her voice was hoarse. Her lip wobbled.

No. Nonononono-

"Can Minya Reedshaw please come up onto the stage?"

Impatient eyes met hers. She could hear the sympathetic murmurs across the crowd. Her stomach clenched. The last thing she needed was sympathy.

"NO! NO!" Roared a voice from the crowd.

Minya turned around.

Milo fought against the Peacekeepers, kicking and yelling and doing whatever he could do reach the stage.

"MINYA!" He yelled.

Minya couldn't speak.

"MIN-"

His yell was cut short. A Peacekeeper brought his gun over the boy's head and struck him on the side. He crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Minya couldn't breathe. Was he dead? Why- Why- Why-

Small pearly tears ran down her cheeks.

Dammit.

Pathetic.

That's what she was, pathetic.

A tiny snivelling creature.

What good was she for the Games?




Raiyhan Vale

Pre-Reaping

THUNK

An axe came crashing down on a log, splitting it in two.

Raiyhan wiped the sweat off his forehead, panting.

When he was young, his father always used to tell him to chop wood, and that it helped him manage anger,

It was one of the few useful things his father ever told him.

Raiyhan remembered watching his father, chopping log after, log, a simple but easy way to cope with anger.

If it was so easy, then why did his father stop?

Why did he decide take all his anger on his son instead of an oak log?

Raiyhan sighed and rubbed his temples, groaning.

What changed?

What happened to his father?

Possibly it was the shock of his mother's death. So quick, so sudden. She didn't even look ill.

Maybe that took a toll on good 'ol Pops, eh?

Would things have been different if his mother was still here?

Present

RAIYHAN VALE!

His eyes widened slightly, and his stomach clenched. Raiyhan felt a little nauseous.

So then, he got Reaped. That....sucks.

He shuffled slowly to the stage, swallowing nervously. This was an appropriate reaction right? For someone being carted to their imminent death? He pondered whether to shed a tear or too, and make it believable.

Because oddly, he wasn't that bothered. Or maybe he was in shock. Who knows?

His hands were shaking. Perhaps the realisation of what just happened dawned on him. In a few hours, he'd arrive at the Captiol, a city of luxury and riches. Then in a few days, he'd be chucked in the Arena, to face the horrors those twisted Gamemakers had planned for him. He cursed internally, if he'd been from a different district, he might have an advantage. Raiyhan wished that he was a Career. Oh, to be a Career. He bet that they even hoped to be Reaped. They wouldn't have to worry, the Careers.

But he did.




Idris Kallikrates

Present

DISTRICT 12.....IDRIS KALLIKRATES!

.....

.......

All eyes were on him. He felt sick. Idris clenched his knuckles and stared at the sky. They were waiting for him, they were, waiting for him to choke, start sobbing, screaming, the usual reaction to getting Reaped. But he wouldn't let himself cry. Crying was for the weak, and the weak never survive the Games.

Survival.

That was priority no.1. Well, duh. He wasn't going to die out there, was he?

He gritted his teeth.

Then the female tribute was called.

Cindy Braithwaite!

A plain-looking, pasty faced girl stood next to him. She was nothing special, dirty blonde hair covered in soot, sour expression on her face, masking the tears that started to pool in her eyes.

She looked completely and utterly...pathetic.

Her family was one of the 'wealthier' families in District 12....as wealthy as one living in the poorest district can be.

...that was his District partner?

He shook his head.

District 12 was hopeless.





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Posted: Fri, 04/08/2023 20:35 (1 Year ago)
Idris Kallikrates

Unfortunately for him, his roleplayer is extremely sleep deprived right now, and has no idea what's happened in the last five pages of this roleplay so-




He groaned.

All this Saeko business was gonna be the death of him. They were gonna have their revenge, he was sure of that. He just didn't know when or how...

Idris grimaced. He cursed himself internally for the recent events.

How could he be so stupid?

How the hell-

Did he manage to screw up an attempted murder....TWICE!?

He was a professional, for goodness sake. At least, that's what people said.

He shuffled over to the Cafeteria. All this attempted murder business was tough, and he needed a break. And a drink.

Maybe breaking into Saeko's dorm drunk and wielding a knife wasn't the brightest of ideas.

He'd do it again though.

But next time, maybe not drunk.


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Posted: Sat, 24/06/2023 19:13 (1 Year ago)
0/10

I've never seen you :3

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Posted: Sat, 10/06/2023 11:40 (1 Year ago)
Minya Reedshaw




She hadn't slept.

Minya's eyes, which once glowed with happiness, now grew dull with stress and worry. She curled up in a ball, her shoulders shaking. She felt sick. Minya sighed heavily, her eyes now watering with useless tears. She was scared, terrified even, of what was to come.

The Reaping.

The day everyone feared, the day she hated most. Every single time, she would fear of being Reaped in the drawing, thinking about how she'd have to leave her siblings behind. How would they cope without her?

More tears fell down her olive skin, reflecting the orange and yellow colours of the rising sun. The sound of footsteps roused Minya from her crying. A familiar pair of eyes stared down from above. They too, looked stressed, and upset.

"I've already told you, there's no point in stressing."

Said a rough voice. The figure crouched down next to her.

"Minya, c'mon. This happens every year."

Minya was silent. Her teardrops stained the wooden floor she was laying on. Her hair spilled out on the floor, a foamy mass of chocolate curls.

She opened her pale lips to speak.

"I know but-"

She sighed.

"I'm just scared.

Of me being reaped.

Or you, even, Milo."

Milo frowned.

"The chances of that are very low Minya. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to our family. Even if it did, we'll manage. We would win the Hunger Games. We're strong, our family."

Minya winced at the phrase, Hunger Games.

"The odds of any of us being reaped are low Minya." He reassured.

The odds are low.

But never zero.




Raiyhan Vale

Reaping Day. How fun.

Strangely, that name didn't fill Raiyhan with fear, unlike the rest of his cowardly district. He honestly did not care whether he was reaped or not. He'd die in the Games anyways, it was a waste dreading imminent death. Even if it wasn't by the Games, he'd die of starvation or disease in the poverty-ridden district anyways. Everyone died sooner or later, so what was the worry. At least, in the Games, it'd be an interesting death.

He stared at the rows upon rows of golden wheat with a grimace on his face. He hated his district, and all the people who lived there. He hated living in a poor District, and wished that he lived in the Capitol.


Oh boy, the Capitol. Sometimes, Raiyhan daydreamed of finally having enough food to eat for once, to go a winter without almost shivering to death. His mouth salivated at the thoughts of roast duck, even though he'd never seen one. It was one of those things you only heard by word of mouth here, duck. Practically a mythical animal.

He shook his head and scowled. Stupid daydreams like this wasn't going to get him anywhere. It wasn't going to be long before the Reaping began, and he had to admit, he was curious as to who was going to get reaped.

Surely it wouldn't be him. Right?


Right?




Idris Kallikrates

District Twelve.

A dirty, soot-covered district filled with poverty, disease and famine.

And standing there, was a dirty, soot-covered teen, almost dead from starvation and fresh from the mines. His eyes were filled with anger, as he looked around. Everyone was preparing for the Reaping. The idea of getting Reaped worried him a little, he wasn't fit to fight in his condition. Idris tried his best to train whenever he could, but mining took up most of his time.

Ugh, the mines. If the soot didn't kill him, surely the lashings from the Peacekeepers he received when he was late. would. He winced at the thought of another set of lashings. Fresh cuts had already covered his back, he really didn't need any new ones.

Another reason why he'd be at a disadvantage. Being wounded....before the Games.

Idris scowled.

He doubted the Careers suffered this much. They had food, and warmth. Surely they weren't beaten until there was no unmarked skin showing, right?

He glanced at the tall tower which showed a rusty clock.

Idris squinted at it. What time was it? His mother never cared to teach him how to tell the time, and as for his father....

That was a different story.

He frowned. Surely it was noon, right?

Idris sighed. Another disadvantage.

The Careers were definitely taught how to tell the time. Probably by their parents too.




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Posted: Thu, 08/06/2023 22:35 (1 Year ago)
23:22 [ignis]
final wc: 124
tw//: depression

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ignis [Latin] :

to light, to make a fire


teardrops stain my cheeks, melting flesh and bone. they burn so badly, burn with the agony and suffering that I've kept bottled up for so long. like a broken dam they come spilling out, waves of fire and magma and woe. I'm curled up on the floor. tear-stained floor. my whole body is made of glass, fragile, slowly breaking as every wave of sadness hits me like a bullet from a gun. there's a gaping hole in my head from where cupid hit the bullseye. there's a gaping hole in my heart wishing he didn't miss the second time. my eyes start to droop. i crave darkness. i crave the sweet bliss from sleep.



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Posted: Thu, 01/06/2023 23:07 (1 Year ago)
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"Go to hell? Look around, we're already here."

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Username -
alexiis

Character name -
Idris Kallikrates

Age + DOB (12 - 18) -
18 [14/02/05]

District -
12

Preferred Weapon / Skills -

Preferred Weapon: bow

Strengths: vast knowledge of edible plants and fungi, plants' medicinal uses and some brute strength

Weaknesses: harsh and blunt, refusing to trust others.

Gender -
Male [he/they]

Appearance -
picrew

Idris has quite pale skin, small, porcelain features and pale lips. Messy, black hair dangles in front of his almost-black eyes. A small black tattoo in the shape of a teardrop is visible under his right eyelid. Idris has several golden piercings in his right ear. He often wears baggy hoodies in all shades of grey and black (rarely sporting brightly-coloured clothes), with a black turtleneck underneath, ripped jeans and checked trainers. Idris wears small silver rings on his fingers, with several precious stones embedded inside them.

Personality -

blunt ┃ harsh ┃ rude ┃ pessimistic ┃ introverted

Idris is a calm and collected individual, with a sharp tongue and a lot of wit. He's quick to anger at the slightest thing. He hates socialising and prefers to become a simple hermit and hide in a dark corner when needed. Idris dislikes physical contact. He's harsh and rude to everyone he meets, worrying that they'd see him as weak and pathetic if he's nice to them. Idris has severe anxiety issues and prefers to distance himself from everyone.

Ability -
Necromancy

Family -

father [deceased]
mother [alive]
elder sister [deceased [?]]

History -
uhhh

Other -




"Between your brains and my amazingly good looks, I say we could make quite the team, whaddaya say?"

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Username -
alexiis

Character name -
Raiyhan Vale

Age + DOB (12 - 18) -
17 [28/03/06]

District -
D9

Preferred Weapon / Skills -

Preferred Weapon of Choice: Axes/Scythe
Strengths: Raiyhan is quite powerful, due to being quite well-built. He could easily beat some other Districts on one-on-one hand combat. He's handy with a knife, and is quite fast as well.
Weaknesses: He doesn't have a good knowledge of hunting and plants. He recognises the ones native to his District, and a few of the animals, but that's it.

Gender -
Male [he/him]

Appearance -
picrew tba

Raiyhan stands at 6’2, with bright pale skin, which seems to glow in the sun. He has windswept blonde hair, which is closely cropped to his head, and stormy grey eyes, which seem to bore holes in you when he glances your way. He has slightly tanned skin, due to his work in the fields. Raiyhan has a very good-natured-face, his eyes twinkle when he smiles. Raiyhan also has a mischievous smile most of the time, which causes others around him to be suspicious of him. He's well-built from the waist upwards.

Personality -

loud ┃ bright ┃optimistic ┃extroverted ┃ angry

In a nutshell, Raiyhan is annoying, super annoying. He always boasts about his latest achievements, and won't hesitate to point out how he's so amazing. Not in a mean way, of course. He's just desperate for admiration and recognition. He desperately craves the attention his parents never gave him. He's a lonely soul, often loitering near the edges of District 9, or sitting down in the fields.

Raiyhan is also a mischievous soul. He's often seen being scolded by an angry mother for chasing the small children with field mice, or being in trouble with the Peacekeepers. He doesn't care, really, He hates his District, and the Capitol, and the stupid crops he has to harvest. Raiyhan would burn them all down. All of them.


Ability -
Aerokinesis
[This is the ability to psychically manipulate air and wind.]

Limits: short-term

Weaknesses: hard to control, is often used by accident he's extremely emotional
Family -
mother and father

History -
uh

Other -
nah




"Small...but deadly...with an axe, that is-"

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Username -
alexiis


Character name -
Minya Reedshaw

Age + DOB (12 - 18) -
14 [18/05/09]

District -
D7

Preferred Weapon / Skills -

Preferred Weapon: Axe

Strengths: Minya's quite fast and small, making it easy for her to flee from foes, or hide in a nearby oak or bush. She's also quite handy with an axe, due to the district she's from. She has a good knowledge of plants, herbs and medicines, what not to eat, what's edible, what can be used for medicine, ect. Not the best at hunting, but she can manage well, being able to skin, and clean a kill well enough.

Weaknesses: Minya isn't one for brute strength, she can handle an axe well, but any other weapon, and she might be in trouble. She's also not built well enough for bare-knuckle brawls, so she hurries away at the first sight of stocky tributes.
Other:

Gender -
Female [she/her]

Appearance -

A small-for-her-age girl with tanned arms, and olive skin. Her eyes are a sort of liquid-gold in colour, which seem to grow lighter in the sun. She has a smattering of dark freckles around her nose, cheeks, and under her eyes. Minya is very slender and willowy, with very skinny and small features. Her hair is curly and mahogany-coloured, which spills out of her scalp, coming down to just under her shoulders. Her facial features are small and petite, small nose, small teeth, pale, small lips. Minya has dimples in each cheek when when she smiles, which is often.

She is dressed in the simple brown-and-red colours of her district, and wears a plain attire. Bits of wood, and leaves are often found stuck in her hair, and her knees and hands are sometimes stained green from grass and brown from mud.

Personality -

fiery┃naïve ┃harsh┃blunt

Minya's a seemingly sweet and shy girl, but she proves to have a quick tongue and a fiery temper. tba

Ability -
Hypnosis

Limits:
excessive use leads to extreme drowsiness

Weakness:
needs to maintain eye contact for it to work

Family -

mother, father and four siblings [three male, one female]

History -
uhhhh

Other -





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