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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 131 |
Posted: Fri, 01/03/2024 01:43 (28 Days ago) |
He took maybe a few more seconds to decide what to do. And his decision was just to sit back down. As he watched the girl devouring the food, he just sat there idly, his eyes cast downwards. His fingers were intertwined together, squeezing the life out of each other, as he tried to recollect who this girl was. District 7, something something Weiss She seemed... alright. He definitely didn't want to fight her, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to befriend her, or strike a deal. His ears twitched at the sound of the train door opening and he whipped his head around. Another tribute had arrived. District 2, something Konstantin something. He nodded respectfully at the tribute and turned back to the wall. He felt suffocated. Two tributes and no clear way out without talking. His hands scrabbled at the restraint around his neck, searching for any button. With a click the device fell gently into his hands. Panicked. He felt panicked. He stood abruptly and began to race to his room. If the other tributes had seen it happen, and were out to get him, they could easily tell a peacekeeper and land Casimir in hot water, before they had even reached the Capitol. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 22/02/2024 04:04 (1 Month ago) |
A train. He'd been on a train before. It was a similar time. The Capital was sending him somewhere, but this time he was going there, not being returned from it. He sat on the bed gingerly and carefully peered out the window. The locks of his hair fell in front of his eyes. That would need to be changed. After taking a breather in the room and fully digesting the whole situation, at least as far as one could, he stepped out and went to the common room. He would get to know his opponents and hopefully find someone he would be willing to be killed by. The simplicity of the common room felt oddly comforting as he collapsed into a chair. There was a rose to the side of him. It reeked of death. The stench of blood made him feel nauseous. But still, the Capital was always watching. Picking up the rose, The last petal stood, alone on the rose. He glanced up a camera, and deliberately placed the petal in his mouth. As he closed his mouth, he could taste the floral tones. Not the best meal for a Hunger Game beginning, but at least it would be a statement. Let the Capital be enraged, it wasn't like they could get a second male tribute. Cas wiped his blood off on the seat he was sitting on, watching as the color seeped through the cushions. It wouldn't matter if he lived or died, he would try to go against the Capital as much as he could. He could kill a Gamekeeper, he could sit, passive, in the Training Center, he could even kill himself. That didn't matter. As he pondered it, his fingers unconsciously went up to the metal hoop fastened around his neck. It was high-tech, and it did its job. Casimir didn't want to use his powers yet. If he somehow found a way to get the collar off before they got to the Capital, he could reroute a tree root and block the tracks. Kill everyone on the train, including him. Especially that vile Peacekeeper. Speaking of the Peacekeeper, Casimir remembered him mentioning the train compartment with the buffet. The irresistible smells of nourishment wafted through the air, almost like in a cartoon. Still, Casimir turned his head away from the compartment, and continued to watch the trees outside the train, watch them speed past him, maybe just as fast as his life was whittling away. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 24/01/2024 19:31 (2 Months ago) |
Uneasiness. It was always ever present in his mind, almost like a beast watching very carefully. Currently, it was screaming in his head. Waves of nausea and fear blew through his head like a typhoon wreaking havoc on pitiful huts. His muscles were tense as he saw Robin volunteer. He prayed for someone else to volunteer in his place, only for his pleading to be left unanswered. That was it. He was a tribute. Casimir Devereaux was going to die. Dizziness. He felt dizzy. Thoughts sped through his mind in a cycle of worry and grief. What was he even grieving? He didn’t know. His eyes stung but he kept his chin high. He saw the cameras pointing at him, waiting for his reaction in a corrupted glee. He glared at the cameras, a single tear slowly traveling from the corner of his eye to his chin. He grinned at the cameras and then walked calmly to a Peacemaker, waiting for instructions. Behind the confidence, he was breaking down. He had goals. He wanted to see his sister wake up. He wanted to just run away, hide forever, at least until the games were over. Why him? He wasn’t even in the academy. His heart was pounding dangerously fast. He almost worried it would burst out of his chest and lay on the ground, beating away at its short, pitiful existence. Instead of collapsing right there, he was led away into the Justice Building and locked in a room surrounded by Peacekeepers. He sat on an extravagantly ornate chair lightly. He could recognize some of the gems, keeping himself calm by reciting the process of shaping under his breath. His heart slowed down, returning to a normal pace. He trotted over to the door, staring out of the window, waiting to see if Robin would come by the hallway. She would know what to do. She was slightly bonkers, in his opinion, but she was actually trained for the games. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/01/2024 23:39 (2 Months ago) |
His mind wandered quickly away, as people without any worry about the Reaping laid hands on his shoulder in a comforting, tender expression. He could see a pack of Careers, the lucky ones that had been trained specifically for the task. They were all sending silent glances to him. He had spent most of his life in the factories and overall doubted his chances of winning the Games. All he had hoped was that the other would win for their district. He didn’t quite remember her name, only her family name. Robinson. Too much of a mouthful he thought. Robin would do. He stood and went to the nearby medic’s house. As he walked into the quiet, sunbathed room, he gave his little sister a quick kiss on the forehead. She didn’t move. Maybe when she finally woke up after all these months, she would see that he was gone and be thankful that there would be one less mouth to feed. It was too late to run. As he walked over to find the other District One tribute, he knew the other residents of District One could see him trembling with his head down. He could see a slight flash of dark blue hair. He called out to it. “Robin? Robinson? Whatever your name is?” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 23:45 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 22:49 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 01:06 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 12/01/2024 03:19 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 02:02 (2 Months ago) |
Casimir Devereaux Age: 17 Gender: Male [he/him] District: District 1 - Luxury Items Power: Show
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Casimir has the ability to move and manipulate wood to his will when he has enough energy. It's quite useful in a woodland setting, giving him cover and plentiful resources for weapons and armor. Although he can use his power in short bursts of energy, he gets a cooldown for his power, lest he overexert himself and collapse. There are two basic ways he uses his power, one is a way where he kills the source of the wood or finds a block of wood to move it into a shape. The second is simply rearranging a tree's structure and hiding behind it. Forcing sharper, blockier shapes onto the material takes up less energy. However, using more minute details in order to create a complex contraption tires him, forcing him to stop and catch his breath, resulting in dangerous situations. Interestingly, he can turn bits of his body into wood at a time, at the risk of accidentally fusing to a tree nearby. The wooden limbs will slowly turn back to human flesh, but it takes time. It does prove to be useful in hand-to-hand combat, him having resources at hand (no pun intended), but when it comes to mobility, his limbs are less effective while as wood. Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths Casimir's strengths include, but are not limited to, attention at fine detail, resourcefulness, and the ability to sweet talk his way out of situations in which he is 100% confident that he can make it out alive. More of his talents include being able to go weeks without food, as he had spent a lot of his time in the factories, concentrating on exquisite jewelry pieces instead of eating, being able to slip out of restraints rather easily, and strangely enough, climbing rock walls. Weaknesses As before mentioned, Casimir can sweet talk his way out of situations, but he can get easily flustered, nervous, and confused, proving to be a quite humorous show, if you're on the outside watching the tips of his ears turn red and his confused laughter. When it comes to speed, Casimir is not the greatest. He never had the time to build his stamina when it came to running, becoming extremely obvious when he tried to get away from the Peacekeepers at the Reaping. Other: Personality A way to describe Casimir's personality is by simply saying he's rude, but a total pushover if one gain's his respect. He bends over backwards to help the people he cares for, and on top of that, he's known for gifting tiny wooden sculptures to people as a peace offering. He finds a lot of things to be incredibly funny, laughing at the driest of jokes. However, whenever he smiles, he always thinks it looks good, but turns out, it looks quite unsettling and uncomfortable, as his eyebrows turn up, almost making him look concerned for something. Appearance [:0] [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 10/01/2024 04:10 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 07/01/2024 23:51 (2 Months ago) |
"First of all, be more careful next time you decide to talk to me while I'm working. Second of all, I'm not going with you without proper explanation. This is my home and I've learned to adapt to this environment only. Third of all, I don't even know your name, I'm a bit freaked out, to be honest, knowing that you know my name and I only have a little bit of recognition of you. If you've told me your name before, I must have forgotten it." He did a neat flip of the branch and landed almost flawlessly on the ground. "I have a goal and I'm not willing to do free labor while losing my dreams and aspirations." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/01/2024 02:00 (2 Months ago) |
It was a rare occurrence, Kierce getting to talk to one of the visitors. He glanced back at the cabin, watching magic slowly envelope it and hide it from sight. He shook his head and left to get wood and berries. And maybe more tea. The tea that the girl was drinking was the last bit of tea leaves he had found. Soon, thoughts of the girl floated out of his head, swiftly replaced by lists and lists of things he needed to find. Soon, he was hanging from a branch, cautiously grabbing honey from a beehive, praying that no one would come and startle him, lest he knock the beehive down and get stung. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/01/2024 01:13 (2 Months ago) |
The whole situation was so many layers of confusing. How did she know his name and why did she need him for... whatever she was planning? And then there was the question. "Have we met before?" He took a deep breath, doubt brewing in his stomach, a blood-curdling feeling. Should he lie? Tell the truth? Is it moral to help her? His finger tapped frantically against the table as he leaned against his arm, thinking. "Ah. I would be lying if I said I've never seen you before. And I would also be lying if I said you've never seen me before. But for the last statement, I also feel like I'm not telling the truth if I say that." "Now- I don't want to know whatever it is that you mean by asking if we've met before, but we have. That is the simplest answer. I believe you came to this cabin when you were younger. You were acting panicked, almost. You seemed scared. That was three years ago. You stayed in this cabin for a while so you could calm down and organize your thoughts." He took another deep breath, pacing himself. "I've answered your question, now answer my questions. One, how do you know my name? Two, why do you need me?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/01/2024 00:42 (2 Months ago) |
He was still at the doorway, frozen in confusion. He snapped out of his daze and quickly shut the door before any bugs could get in. He turned around slowly to face the strange girl. Yes. She's different. The girl he had seen had long hair and a comfortable smile. Her bangs swept across on of her eyes and her uncovered eye glittered with youth. Now the only thing that her eyes emanated was corruption, her right eye especially. Her hair was cut short and her smile seemed sinister. His fight or flight reflexes were urging him to grab a knife and lunge forward. He took a deep breath and neatly sat across from the girl. He stared at her quietly for a minute or two and then he took a breath as if he were about to say something. "If you are looking for the Hermit, he is out collecting herbs. If you are willing to wait for him, please help yourself to some tea. If you are not willing to wait, you may come with me to find him." His hands were neatly folded across his lap, away from sight. He was holding his hands down. using all his willpower to keep from grabbing one of his daggers and attacking. She felt dangerous. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/01/2024 00:07 (2 Months ago) |
A few days ago, he had led a small group over to the hermit and had seen them off safely. He always sent groups to this certain cabin. There were other cabins that weren't exactly nearby, but he had seen them before, and he knew that people lived in them, but they never reached out to him, so he didn't call to them. The only times he could see those people was when they would try to find the Hermit. There was a small girl that he had spotted once. Nice, kind girl. He hadn't seen her since. Oh well, too bad. He put out the torch, he could see now. He climbed onto a tree and began to move branch-to-branch, gaining altitude. He sat on the highest branch that could support his weight and looked out. He could barely see the sun rising, but there was enough light to make out the shapes of birds waking. Recently, he had been thinking about that girl. It was odd. She was the youngest person he had seen in the forest. She might know more things about the war that was happening. Kierce knew about the war, he just didn't understand why it was happening. As he peered into the distance, he spotted the mountains where he could usually find people, as there was an abandoned mineshaft that travelers normally stayed in. In a few minutes, he was on a tree that was quite close to the tunnel. It was in the line of sight, but he hoped that if anyone was awake, they wouldn't see him. No one. He returned to the Hermit's Cabin and went inside to cook the hermit a breakfast. He checked the door out of habit and saw a shadow against the door. He opened the door cautiously and almost had a heart attack. He almost didn't recognize her at first as well. "Hello Kierce." The girl. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 06/01/2024 18:11 (2 Months ago) |
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Kieran Alpin (Kierce) Age 23 Abilities (and restraints) Luck The ability to bestow luck, good or bad, has been blessed upon Kierce. Although he can only give luck, he cannot predict nor specifically give a fate to the person he is helping or sabotaging. Neither can he give himself luck, the only situation in which he can is if he is willing to give up another life in order to do it. The levels of the luck that he gives is totally random, only depending on his energy. If he is exhausted, his blessings could range from no luck or a huge level of luck. When he is satiated and replenished, he could slightly control the range of the luck given in his blessing. Personality ANFP-A "The Mediator" Kieran Alpin had been living quietly in the wilds. Once in a while he would come upon people and groups looking for food or shelter. Normally, he would lead them to a river, but most recently, he had been helping them build a makeshift shack. No matter where their allegiances lay, he would help them and offer a bit of his wisdom and a dash of good luck. Because of this solitary lifestyle, Kieran is on the quieter side, being more cautious with his words. However, he finds pleasure in participating in group activities, though straying away from a leadership role. He rarely second-guesses his choices and is extremely confident once he has made a decision. Still, if he's proven to be wrong, his ego won't be hurt and he'll just accept the fact that his confidence turned out to be false. Backstory(optional) His childhood is full of joyful memories. He travelled with a group of hunter-gatherers, his mother and father also being a part of the huge happy party of people. His earliest memories are of his parents making stew with found mushrooms and vegetables with the sound of people chopping fruit nearby and dozing off. When he learned to walk, he was taught the differences between edible and non-edible organisms. Soon, as a teen, he was running between trees with basketfuls of food and returning to his party. It was pretty happy, but once the powers came of, the whole party decided to split up and join the alliances that they want. He stayed with his parents until they decided to go to the church and they left him by a small cabin. He was seventeen. He was slightly daunted by the thought of living alone, but the knowledge that there was a cabin with someone living in it nearby comforted a little. He grew accustomed to the loner life and soon took it upon himself to be a guardian for the area around the little cabin. Alliance Neutral His goal is to create another group of hunter-gatherers to be guides for lost souls and wanderers. Apearance [x] Starting Location The Hermit's Cabin Palpad? (Y/N) Yeeeeeeeee Other Blud can't read [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 04/01/2024 20:41 (2 Months ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 04/01/2024 01:24 (2 Months ago) |
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♥ Character Name | Casimir Devereaux | ♥ Aliases | Mir, ♥ Age | 25 ♥ Gender | Male ♥ Pronouns | He/Him ♥ Sexuality | Minsexual/Vincian | ♥ Appearance ♥ [:0] ♥ Personality ♥ ENTJ There is no way to perfectly put together Casimir Deveraux’s personality. At first, Casimir is polite and quiet, leading to his close friends laughing whenever he meets someone new, as he is, in reality, quite loud and assertive. Creating a close bond with Mir is a hard thing to do. A close bond with Mir would be him being comfortable with one and being able to laugh off failures. However, that is only reserved for the ones who he deems worthy. The others, a single slip-up and he would be all over them, scolding them as if they were puppies who had scratched up furniture. They might as well have been, as he has the bad habit of putting the ones he loves the most on a pedestal so tall that others, including himself, were seen as unworthy pests. On the topic of bad habits, he seems to always have a pack of cigarettes on him, relying on smoking as stress relief. Stress, for him, seems to always come from his pining for someone he normally can’t get. He overlooks said person’s flaws. However, he is a sweet talker and can occasionally land one of his interests. He is not much of a manipulator, just likes to use his smooth talking to get him out of trouble in the few moments that he somehow manages to get into trouble. For all his big talk though, when faced with a stressful situation, such as confrontation When it comes to work though, he uses planners, schedules, and to-do lists. Mir is efficient when it comes to working and his thought process, when not distracted with love, is strategic. He is strong-willed and will try to find a way to get what he wants. ♥ Sin ♥ Greed Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Casimir is used to having access to the things he likes. When he approached his teenage years, whenever he would come upon, say a designer brand he liked, he would have his parents buy the company. His need for more and more was satiated by his loving parents who piled their love on their only son. However, because of that, he is currently prone to irresponsible purchases. Still, it doesn’t really matter, as he can afford it. ♥ Additional Info ♥ This is worth mentioning, when he smiles sincerely, it’s always unsettling, causing him to not really like smiling, but still his sense of humor is so alive that the driest of jokes, he finds hilarious and would laugh at. Casimir is a wonderful volleyball and basketball player. Before becoming a model, he was in sports teams and was about to join a national team before he was pressured into becoming a model. (when prompted with questions on why he gave up his career, he stays quiet) Mir has an affinity for old books and documents, so it is quite easy to sway him with the prospect of gaining an ancient Shakespeare manuscript or a copy of the Declaration of Independence 🤍 [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 03/01/2024 23:56 (2 Months ago) |
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