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Name: Robin
Character's appearance (use an image if desired): Meep
Age (no limit but try to be reasonable): 14
Gender: female
Status: alive
Power: demonic (though in the origin comic it was dubbed something else), though her powers are a little strange. . .
Was your character picked or volunteered: picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games (school, work, etc): school
Anything extra: Children's keeper

Name: Harmony
Character's appearance (use an image if desired): Here
Age (no limit but try to be reasonable): 14
Gender: female
Status: alive
Power: music fairy
Was your character picked or volunteered: picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games (school, work, etc): she goes to school and composed music along with Robin and Gabriella.
Anything extra:

Name: Gabriella
Character's appearance (use an image if desired): Here
Age (no limit but try to be reasonable): 14
Gender: female
Status: alive
Power: mermaid
Was your character picked or volunteered: picked
What did your character do for a living before the Hunger Games (school, work, etc): School
Anything extra: Children's keeper

In the rare case of Angie, an ability may be proven useless or obsolete after comparison to a stronger ability that ends up at somebody’s use, even if it’s not theirs. For example, Angelina Vlaanheren’s ability allows her to surround herself with a small shield in moments of immense sadness. Though, that ability is rarely used due to Lukian, who acts as a shield, a sword, and a happy thought for the young girl. He can absorb blows and slashes alike, and has a natural resilience to many abilities, though that’s often overlooked by a weakness to sunlight. In sunlight, Lukian becomes very mortal to nearly any ability, and loses his own powers. The longer he stays in the sunlight, the slower he becomes, eventually turning to stone until moonlight falls upon him. Regarding his abilities, Lukian sports powerful physical attacks and great speed, paired with the ability to turn anything into a lethal projectile if in his hand. For example, if he picks up a rock and uses his ability, it will quickly reform and become reminiscent of a dagger, long and wickedly sharp. In a few cases of immense anger and aggression, Lukian has been seen breathing purple fire, though that was before he was faced with Angie.

Archangel’s Blessing is an ability that has no “on” or “off.” It’s constantly active, bringing an immense amount of “luck” to the user. Sometimes, the ability spikes, giving the user three sets of large, white feathered wings. These can be used for flight, and can be willed away, though it takes an immense amount of willpower to do so. Usually, the wings vanish after about two hours, simply folding up and vanishing behind the user’s back. In correlation with her brother’s ability, Everseer, the user finds herself with a constant set of dark feathered wings, which seem to help with manipulation of the Void when Everseer is most active.

Everseer, Watcher of the Void: an ability unlike many others; the ability is reminiscent of certain myths that speak of a “staring soul” and “the void teller,” as well as “a perfect eye.” The ability itself is questionable in nature, seemingly only harming the user. Twice a day at random times, the user collapses in a coma-like state. During these times, the user is mentally cast into a space commonly unrecognizable, the Void. Due to a sort of instinct, the user has the urge to walk around, gazing upon various “streams” of what seems to be tar or oil. If he finds that one of these streams isn’t as it should be, he awakens rapidly and finds himself with immense amounts of energy, as well as the urge to sprint to some unknown location. When he arrives at said location, his appearance changes drastically. An enormous eye opens in the middle of his torso, the top at his collarbone and the bottom just above his waist. When this eye is open, the Void can be seen by anybody in the area, as it attempts to fuse with the world around it. The user is forced to work quickly, attempting to repair the anomalous stream in the area. In correlation with his sister’s ability, Archangel’s Blessing, Everseer grants another two eyes, one on each palm. These allow the user to greatly boost the “luck” granted by his sister’s ability, leading to them staying side by side quite often for better chances at everything.

If and when he feels immense anger and hate, his eyes turn purple. One of three things, happen to whoever he lies his gaze on, which is totally random and uncontrollable, though it also depends on how much rage is boiling within him.
• He can give the victim excruciating pain without leaving any physical damage
• He can petrify them for a while
• He can make someone amputate. It's a slow process. First, the victim feels they are losing all connection to the organ that's being cut off. That is followed by a shriek, and a cut.
Due to the sheer unpredictability of the power, and the ill-effects it leaves on Suvansh, he tries to avoid it as much as possible. The more he does it, the lesser he remains sane. This was partly because of the sheer moral barriers it broke, and partly by the effort of it.

It was a cold winter day. Suvansh lived in the town, but it didn't seem much different from the rather small seam. He had a thin jacket on, which did nearly nothing to keep the cold out. It was his own fault, he underestimated the weather. He had been sent by his mother to fetch some milk and bread from the Baker. On the way back, just as he turned round a corner, he bumped into a few people. A bunch of senior kids, from his school. His face darkens, as he tries to get up, but his hands went numb. "Hey! Look where you walk, loser!" "Oh, isn't it that 6th grade kid who ran into us the other day?" Suvansh tries to back away, his milk all spilled, but as he attempts to stand up by taking support with his hands again, one of them punched his hand and he fell abruptly. His head hurt, and his vision went a bit blurry, but it came back quick. "Please-" he tried to beg, but the kids gave no notice. "So, what's your name, huh?" "Su-Suvansh" "Yeah? Suvansh? Doesn't suit yourself, does it?" Suvansh didn't speak. He couldn't. He just thought about how he could run, how he could escape- just then, one of them grabbed him by his shoulders, yanked him up, and pulled his jacket off. It was so cold, he started shivering on the spot, and tried to cup himself with his hands. Just then, the first boy punched him in the nose. He started bleeding. "Oh you poor little fragile piece-" they kicked him once in the stomache, and rolled him over. They tore apart the back of his t-shirt, making the chilly wind just come in contact with his skin. Just then, he felt it. He shrieked. And everything went blank for a moment. They were carving at his back. Two straight lines. One horizontal, one vertical, as if, they were writing a bit L on his back. He shrieked and writhed, but no one came to his rescue. "HELP!" he shouted, but one of them just elbowed him on the lips. He was defenceless. The tears won't stop rolling, just as the blood won't stop flowing from the fresh wound. They rolled him back again, so the wound would be in contact with the ground now. He felt even more blood gash upon the floor behind him. Then, the first one again, slapped him, and said, "Look at me." Suvansh couldn't, his eyes were too blurry from the tears, he would nearly pass out from the effort. "I SAID LOOK AT ME." He repeated, and Suvansh felt something change. As if a lock has just been unlocked. He felt rage, and hatred. The feeling of revenge. His eyes opened, no longer blurry. No longer did he feel the cuts in his back. "What!?" He asked at the boy, glaring at him. The boy shrieked. He shrieked hard. A splash of blood on himself, and he knew the boy had lost his arm. How- had he done it? That didn't seem to quench his anger though. As the boy turned and shrieked and shouted profanity, he saw the other two trying to run. When he glared towards them, one of them stopped in his tracks, as if petrified from head to toe. The other just beckoned over, as if he had been just hit by a sword in his stomache, though there was no physical damage in sight. He had just forgotten about his pain, until the moment of rage seemed to pass. He felt like he fell a hundred feet right then. He felt his insides come out, and that he had been split in half. And he went limp. Unconscious.
When he woke up, two weeks had past since the incident. Someone happened to pass the street just in time to bring him up to the hospital in town, and save his life. While the one petrified was rather unharmed, the one who only felt pain, went rather insane. He wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't come outside. The first boy though, the one who he...amputated...he wasn't as lucky. A lot of blood had already leaked. There was no hope when he was brought to the hospital after me. They treated me, they fixed me, but they kept the scars. They kept the giant L in the back. To remind me. To keep me awake at night. To bring back all the pain at the slightest of disturbance. He never went to school again. He never went outside his house again. What happened there, he never wanted to feel it again. He shut himself, and told no one, but his mother about how he actually felt that day. How the rage, the hatred, and his sight, led to one's death, and one's insanity. He hugged her tight, but could never look at her again. What if- what if I loose my mind, what if I kill her with my sight too? He wouldn't go outside his house, and allowed no one in his room. The scars faded, and stopped aching, but they were still there. There for whenever he looked into a mirror, at his back. Whenever he tried to feel his back. He couldn't show it to anyone. They would just call him what he was, a loser.