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Kaia Lake ✚ 20 ✚ Field Medic ✚ District Four ✚ FC: Melissa Benoist
Kaia had been an only child for two years in the Lake family before her sister came along. Before Morello was born, Kaia’s story seemed unimportant. As soon as Morello was born, her mother passed away. Kaia had become devastated, even blamed her baby sister for that. As she got older, Kaia saw the stupidity of that mentality. She protected Morello as much as possible even with the guidance of their lonely father in their footsteps. Kaia had been known to be one of the more beautiful girls in the District. Boys had trailed after her, but she didn’t see the value in having a boy in her life when she had a perfect family to look after. The scariest part of Kaia’s life came at the Hunger Games. She was terrified at the ages of twelve and thirteen, but became even more so when Morello’s name started getting put in the bowl.
But then Kaia turned eighteen. By then, her Hunger Games reaping chances were over. She was safe from them, but Morello wasn’t. At that point, Kaia began to hear the whispers of Rebellion, the fact that District 13 may be a real thing started to weigh on her mind. She knew someone who was involved, who could get her safely from District Four and to the Nuclear district. However, she was worried for her sister. Before she could make a final decision, Morello and her father had went on the ocean for Morello’s sixteenth birthday. That same day, Morello had been washed ashore, her father’s body drowned in the ocean. Kaia had been devastated to lose her only parent, but even more so about the possibility of having to abandon Morello for the greater good. Shortly after father’s funeral, she left with the man that told her about Thirteen. She deeply regretted abandoning Morello, but she told herself that she’d make her understand that it was for the best.
Kaia had felt empty, abandoned, lonely living in District Thirteen. It wasn’t until she had just turned nineteen when she met Renley Knight. She had taken to him, taken to his demeanor, everything about him. He had only been there for a short time with his former mentor, but she liked him. Kaia had been fortunate enough to find that he had liked her back. The District Ten miracle had liked her back. They had become an item, but shortly after that, he had to return home. His lies to his family about being in the Capitol for several months had been successful the last she heard, but him leaving had put a solid hole in her chest.
She kept in subtle contact with him during the 70th Games, but she made him promise to look after Morello during the Games. She had been Reaped this year, and Kaia had been devastated, only to find out that Ren’s brother had been Reaped as well. Everything had all come together at once, and Kaia knew that this was the time to launch. She plans on going out into the Capitol city to start the Rebellion in the first wave and to collect her boyfriend — she had to get back with him, and then find her sister. Ren and Kaia had a little bit more in common than they ever had. While she was starting to fall in love with the boy she had only been with in person for a few months, but the drive to get their families back was powerful in them both.
Played by ✚ Sapphire
Zion Kiser ✚ 43 ✚ Representative ✚ District Ten ✚ FC: Norman Reedus
Zion was born in the livestock district of Panem as a to-be orphan. His father had been executed months before his birth for the crime of trying to incite rebellious riots. His mother, associated with the same crime, was very pregnant already. So, they locked her in the prison in the district until she gave birth to her one and only son. She never got to give him the official name. Instead, after they killed his mother, the Peacekeepers of the District gave him their own version of a name. Zion was a Capitol-based name, and he was never really proud of it. Since his parents’ deaths, Zion was placed with a family to take care of him. Only his foster family ended up abusing him to the point where it nearly broke him. Zion stayed with the Nayeri family until his eighteenth birthday. By then, Zion had scars and bruises that littered his body from his abuse. The final year of his Hunger Games Reaping, Zion volunteered — volunteered to die. Life for him in District 10 would constantly be a struggle with knowing who his parents were. He was a constant reminder of that hard time.
However, going into the 45th Hunger Games wasn’t what Zion thought it would be. Everyone was bickering, no one was getting along, but Zion kept to himself. He rarely spoke to anyone, not even his own partner, Aria. They went into the Games, and Zion hadn’t really been the expected crowd favorite. However, he had gotten two sponsors that had given him what he needed to keep going until the end. By the end of it, he had a bout with the boy from District 6, and ended up crushing his head in with a rock by the side of a hill. He had killed a total of seven tributes during his Games, and Zion had never felt more ashamed of himself for the act. He had gone in to die, and his observation skills and the drive to survive had kept him from doing so.
After that, Zion had witnessed the true horrors of his District. With being wealthy, his district had suffered. He had kept away from women except in the Capitol when he felt the drive to have sex. Alcohol and cigarettes had become his clutch, but there was a bigger drive for him. It didn’t really come to light until after the 64th Hunger Games, after he had spent almost twenty years as a mentor. Renley Knight, a seventeen year old boy from the farmlands had become his tribute. After teaching him to keep standing up no matter how badly he was hurting, he launched the boy into the Games, determined to get him back to his brother and family just like he had wanted. However, he had watched as Careers tortured and burned him, only to figure out that maybe Ren wouldn’t survive it anyway. He did, with determination, and won the Games. Zion was free. However, he became close with the boy, looking to him as his own source of hope and pride, and told him that if he needed anyone, he would be there for him.
After that, Zion started getting hints, messages from an unknown source. After being confronted by a man in his District about rumors of District 13 still being a surviving entity, he went in secret. He had gotten to the District and discovered it to be true. The people were sick and starving, but there were groups of people from different Districts, prominent figures, and himself, and those twelve others created a council, and made a plan to bring on the second rebellion. It was also there that Zion had met Eulalia Fairchild, a refugee from District One who was the daughter of a former Hunger Games victor who had killed himself. Zion had fallen in love with the young woman, and she with him. By then, District 13 was a thriving society with the Rebellion in the making. Zion had gotten Ren on board with the idea of the Games, and almost a year before the 70th Games started, Eulalia had discovered her pregnancy.
Zion, scared to become a father let alone a father, decided that he needed to make sure that Eulalia, the only woman he truly let himself love, knew that he meant it when he said he wanted a family. So, within the confines of District 13, he married her. Months later, Eulalia gave birth to their only son: Zephyr. Zion remains married to Eulalia and takes care of their young son. Since the 70th Games have been over, he trusts Ren to assist him in the District’s goals all the while participating in the council that he had started, and taking care of his family. He is very brash, loud mouthed, and cusses a lot, but Zion attempts to keep himself in check as much as possible. However, his wife tends to do that for him most of the time.
Played by ✚ Sapphire
Eulalia Fairchild-Kiser ✚ 22 ✚ Nurse ✚ District One ✚ FC: Dianna Agron
Luxe Fairchild was a well known Hunger Games victor, he was handsome, charismatic and he was ruthless. He killed without a second though, mowing down anyone that got in his way until he was declared the victor. He was the mentor for four years before someone took over for him. At the time his wife was pregnant with their first and only child, a little girl, Eulalia. Zaida, his ife, ended up abandoning him and their daughter for a richer man, and Luxe was forced to raise his daughter on his own.
Growing up was difficult for Eulalia. Her father was as ruthless with her as he was in the arena. If she got out of line, if she wasn’t the best, he would beat her to get his point across. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything about it. They never said a word to protect the little girl. In the Academy she was always one of the best, she was strong and smart, she was pretty enough that people always underestimated her until she was in the position to snap their neck.
The only reason she didn’t get into the Games was because she was declared ‘too emotional’ to make it. When someone else was picked to volunteer when she was eighteen, her father nearly beat her to death, leaving her, bleeding and bruise, on the living room carpet. The next morning he found her in her room, she’d cleaned herself, up, covered her bruises, she’d moved on. And he told her that he regretted the games, that he and the other victors were monsters created by the act of killing another human being.
That afternoon, Luxe Fairchild killed himself.
Eighteen year old Eulalia didn’t know what to do. She was alone in the world. She started dating a man just a year older than her. He loved her for her beauty, she liked him, because it meant she wasn’t alone. One night he tried to beat her, the way her father did, and she snapped, killing him. When they saw the bruises he had left, Eulalia was let go from holding, as it looked bad on them to have such a high profile name in jail for defending herself.
Eulalia had coffee with one of her teachers at the academy and he told her about thirteen, about a place where they were working to end the games, to stop creating the monsters. Because to Eulalia, it wasn’t just the games, it was the Academy, it was everything surrounding it. She ended up leaving for thirteen, not looking back
In thirteen she took up a job as a nurse, that was where she met Zion Kiser. The two of them some how hit it off even though he was twice her age. They were a volitile mix, they were both so strong but they had that common thread of having no one, of having lost everyone in their lives. The difference being that, despite it all, Eulalia loved her dad. Zion loathed his foster parents.
They weren’t together long before Eulalia got pregnant. The two of them married, and she gave birth to a baby boy, Zephyr. Now their son is six months old and Eulalia couldn’t be happier with her little family, even if she and Zion still fight all the time.
Played by ✚ Issy
Everett Bloodwell ✚ 16 ✚ Tribute ✚ District Twelve ✚ FC: Dylan O’Brien
Growing up in district 12 was hard for Everett Bloodwell. Actually, growing up in District 12 would be hard for anyone. It was a poorer district; it was one most didn’t take seriously. One of the Districts that despised the Hunger Games and all that they stood for—that hated sending their kids off to death. So naturally, Everett was not exactly thrilled when his named got called. He was just thankful that he had gone to the bathroom before the reaping because if he hadn’t he was sure he would have peed himself.
Still, there he was being reaped. Nobody wanted to volunteer to save him and he didn’t want them to. In a district like 12 being chosen wasn’t glorified or honored—it was something to fear. Though he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to his family should he die in the arena. It was just his mother, father, and himself. And with his father currently sick and out of work, life would be harder for his mother who could only do so much to try and help.
Everett never cared about what people thought of him. If they didn’t like him, that was okay. If they did? Well then great. He knew what he liked and though he often spent time by himself or working out in a field to bring in some extra money for food. While this did little to keep the family from starving to death, Everett respected his mother’s wishes and stayed away from the mines. Despite stating otherwise, Everett loved being out there. He enjoyed tending to the small amount of animals and slaughtering them for food when someone came to him for enough money or the time was right. Though being out in a field by himself posed its own problems. He spent most of his time alone but despite that he was not a quiet boy. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind or push the buttons of his superiors. It may not be the best trait going into the hunger games but Everett doesn’t care, he knows he is dead anyways.
Played by ✚ Kacey
Thaddeus Emmerich ✚ 30 ✚ Mentor ✚ District Six ✚ FC: David Tennant
There were many words you could use to describe Thaddeus. Handsome, smart, and just a little bit off. Thaddeus has his quirks and for the most part, he has to tie his shoes twice before leaving the house, favors time by himself, and often sleeps with the closet light on. For his age, he was everything you’d expect in a twenty year old not someone thirty. Of course, when you grow up in the spotlight things like youth and experience really do tend to slip by you.
Thaddeus was not who anyone would have picked to win the 56th Hunger Games. At just sixteen the doe eyed boy was definitely the one everyone rooted for to fail. He was awkward and tall. He didn’t have many muscle due to the fact that he was always bent over the front of a car or taking apart an engine with his father and older brother. He spent his time reading too. Thaddeus read until the time the sun disappeared from the sky leaving him with no light other than the little which the moon had granted him. The books he read were mostly mechanical and nearly all of them had either been stolen by his older brother, Killian or simply passed along through the family line.
Since he was a boy more things were expected of him when it came to taking care of his family (though most of the responsibility usually landed on his father and brother). He was expected to get his job done and have a smile on his face doing so. And Thaddeus did not really mind that, no. As long as his family was happy then so was he. Thaddeus was the kind of boy who would rather everyone else to be happy before himself and even while in pain he still smiled.
Which was why it was such a shock to him (and all of Panem) that he won the Hunger Games. Before the Reaping, Thaddeus had absolutely no idea what he would do should he be picked. He was unable to harm anyone always being the boy to give his food away to his mother or sister despite being hungry himself. Still, all of that heart, kindness, and otherwise joy had to be locked down the day he was called up to the stands. Thaddeus had been reaped—at just sixteen too. He’d been reaped and no one even bothered to try and help. Not a single soul whom he’d taken care of from time and time again had considered stepping up.
But Thaddeus was okay with that. It was better him than anyone else from his District. Being brave in the oppressively gloomy situation was surprisingly easy for Thad. He just locked his jaw and pretended like this was a blessing. To some districts it was a blessing after all (that and it was what his Mentor told him to do). Though he would be lying if he said he was not terrified. His first night in the arena he was able to escape from the battle and carnage because he could run. He didn’t kill anyone that night, no. Instead Thaddeus waited, he ran and hid and dived until he couldn’t anymore. Using the knowledge he learned about wild plants during training to forage for food when he needed it. Of course, living off of just a handful of leaves every so often wasn’t ideal. In fact, by the time it had wound down and there were only four other tributes left, Thaddeus had grown weak from hunger and thirst—slightly insane with only his shadows to keep him company as he waited.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before he’d been driven into the main point of the arena in front of the last remaining tributes. All of which were careers. Thaddeus’ chances looked bleak and all he had was his trade back home. Luckily, that was enough. Going in undetected, Thaddeus scavenged for everything he needed to make a bomb. It was simple, nothing extremely fancy, just a few carefully dug up land mines from where they first started rewired to the best of his ability and hidden in plain sight. Then he waited and when the time was right, he threw a rock at his contraption allowing the explosive to go off killing three and severely injuring the last other tribute. That’s when Thaddeus blacked out. To this day he doesn’t remember what he did exactly but the other tribute had died in his hands. He had never seen blood so damn red before in his life.
Life after winning the Hunger Games had never been the same. He was a victor now, never having to work for food for his family again. Though in his opinion, the only downfall was having to mentor the Tributes of his district. He hated the idea of training them and guiding them only for a slim chance that they’ll survive. And being from District six they usually didn’t. His tactic for this was always kindness because he knows better than anyone just how it feels to be reaped.
Played by ✚ Kacey
Ashter Hilt ✚ 23 ✚ Mentor ✚ District Twelve ✚ FC: Matt Smith
There is one word that could perfectly describe Ashter Hilt, and it’s tired. The man is everything at once -a young boy that’s still excited about the world, an elderly and regretful man, a strict and fair teacher, a man with so many stories to tell in so little time, and most of all, a broken person- and it’s slowly tearing him apart, making him feel so tired. He can feel the life slipping away from him with each passing day, and his solution for it is running away. Simply ignoring his own problems and focusing on something else. Things like helping others, trying to get his tributes to survive the Arena every year, showing others that life is wonderful, even if it seems like a horrible thing every now and then, and he forgets to tell himself that it’s okay to live.
When Ashter was younger, he used to get bullied for his name, which sounded like a girl’s name, according to the other kids. And while Ashter never fought back and just let the bullying, pushing and beating he got from the others happen, he never was scared of them. Ashter was smarter than the others and knew it, even if everyone else seemed to think differently. And he wasn’t scared of anything. That was until he turned twelve, and could be picked for the Hunger Games.
Every year, Ashter had one day on which he allowed himself to be scared. To fear for his life, knowing that he wasn’t good enough to actually survive the Games in case he got picked. But he’d never show his fear to others, he only allowed himself to feel the fear when he was alone, in his room, an hour or two before the Reaping. The one time he actually seemed scared in public was when his little twelve-year-old sister got reaped for the Games, when Ashter was eighteen. He feared for her, scared that she wouldn’t be okay. Scared that she’d feel the way he felt that first time. And he soon got reaped after her. The two tributes of District Twelve, the Hilt siblings. And he wasn’t going to come out of that Arena, he knew it for sure. If anyone was going to come out, he wanted it to be his little sister. He wanted to protect her.
However, it didn’t quite work out that way. On the second day in the Arena, Ashter’s little sister Holly was killed by the Careers. And he couldn’t save her as she was bleeding to death, he wasn’t there. He only found her a little while later, as he came back from collecting berries for the both of them. He saw her lifeless body, knowing her death definitely wasn’t pretty, nor was it quick. And after that, he slipped. He slipped away from the world. He took bullying for years, he was okay with starving to death or dying in the Games. He wasn’t okay with the arrogance of the Careers and their refusal of giving his sister a clean and fast death. He would show them all just how smart he was. And he did.
He set up traps, let allies betray each other. He eventually killed most of the tributes himself, isolating them from their allies and then brutally killing them. Just like the people would want, a pretty show to look at. He couldn’t care less about what they wanted to see. He wanted everyone to know that nobody should mess with him, ever again.
Ashter won the Games, and became less aggressive as he saw that everyone that could’ve wronged his sister in the Arena was dead. He became scared, though. Not of others, not of the nightmares he had after his Games. Ashter became scared of himself, of who he was and how dark he could be if he lost control.
After returning to District Twelve, Asther earned a place in the Victor’s Village. But he cut off all ties he still had. His mother, his father, he never spoke to them again. Ashter didn’t want to hurt them. He didn’t want to freak out one day and see the lifeless bodies of his parents in front of him later. He supported the people he could help, gave them food and money, but never once showed his face to them. He became an isolated and lonely man, but tried to hide it. Whenever he showed up in public, he smiled. And told stories about some of the wonderful things he’d seen in the Capitol. And he sang, danced. He did everything to hide how much he hated himself. He focused on others, always.
When he became a mentor, his only job was to make sure his tributes didn’t die like his sister. None of his tributes ever made it out of the Arena, and he didn’t expect them to. Ashter didn’t want them to end up like himself. But he cared for his tributes. He cared more about them than he cared about himself. He still does. Because, even if the people they send into the Arena are pretty much doomed, they’re still people. They still have wonderful stories to tell and beautiful things to see, even if they usually only have a few days left. He was silly around his tributes, acting more like a twelve-year-old than a mentor. He wanted them to feel comfortable. He didn’t want them to see the pain in his eyes and know that they’d either end up like him, or they wouldn’t survive at all.
Ashter is tired. Tired and broken. Behind the appearance of an overexcited young bloke who isn’t scared of anything and wants to speak, sing, dance and see the world, rests a man that hates himself and would do anything if it meant that he could just stop watching children fight to their death, because each dead child he sees, reminds him of his sister and how he wasn’t able to save her.
Played by ✚ Donna
Eve Orford ✚ 16 ✚ Tribute ✚ District Ten ✚ FC: Hailee Steinfeld
Eve has been told that she is one of the bubbliest girls to live in all of Panem and she takes pride in that. She talks all the time, with everyone and everything- living or not- and she probably laughs or giggles just as much as she talks. She’s always happy and positive about everything in life. Eve says about five times as many words a day as a normal person does but according to her, Evie doesn’t want to be normal and being talkative and weird is so much more exciting. Sometimes, you just can’t get her to shut up. Not even the teacher can during her lessons, no matter how unfrequent they are. Eve always says and talks about that kind of stuff that everyone does, but no one is open about. The things that come out of her mouth may seem a bit insensitive but Evie doesn’t mean it at all. A gift she was given as a young child was the ability to tell what’s wrong with a person. Of course, details weren’t shooting out of her mouth but the general ideas were and people trusted her with this information. No matter how much the girl talked, she could never tell another person’s secrets.
Evie has one sister, older than her and she has a nice set of parents that have nurtured her to the loyal and trustworthy person that she is and Eve is more than grateful for them. Eve and her sister never really got along but regardless, Eve and Merona have never been closer. Without even talking to each other, they know each other more than their parents. Merona has said she would do anything for her sister but when the time for the reaping came and everyone in their fancy dresses were lined up in an orderly fashion, Merona froze. The girl didn’t have the guts to volunteer for her sister. There was nothing more of the situation that Evie will speak of. She still relies on her sister and hopes that she can take care of her parents while she’s gone- however long that might be. Eve is more than afraid of The Games. Evie doesn’t want to die yet and believes that this obstruction of the natural order of things is against what everyone’s morals should be. She doesn’t understand how people can enjoy watching children die on the television. It doesn’t and probably will never make sense for her. Evie doesn’t even want to train because she knows that she’ll die anyway. She just hopes it’s quick and as painless as possible.
Played by ✚ Rachel
Satine Bellefonte ✚ 18 ✚ Tribute ✚ District One ✚ FC: Adelaide Kane
Satine grew up knowing that she was destined to be a victor. Ever since she was born, both her parents had great plans for her: preparing her for everything that was involved the Hunger Games and on how to win it. Being the daughter of two past victors from her district, the girl grew soaked in informations concerning the Games and everything about them and, as she grew up, learnt to greatly enjoy the idea that she’d be taking part in them. When she was seven years old, their parents bought her her first set of bow and arrows, and the child felt so eager to put her hands on it that she had to put up an enormous fight with her parents, so that they’d allow her to use it that very day. Of course, it wasn’t hard convincing them. A little bit of emotional manipulation and a couple of tears, and all was solved. Satine was used to always getting what she wanted, and that’s her behaviour towards the Hunger Games, too. Not only that, but the idea of killing is one that greatly appeals, to her. In the environment where she grew up, both her parents had already killed people, so it was something absolutely natural to her, sometimes to great extents. While she still frequented school, around the age of eight, during one fine day, Satine got fed up with one of her little classmates, who insisted on cutting off small bits of her hair, and pushed her off from the top an emerald quarry, where they’d been playing. The two had been all by themselves, then, and, to this date, nobody ever knew that she was responsible for the little girl’s death. Satine never cried, regretted, or let anyone know that she was guilty for it. Nobody suspected her, either, an apparently fragile child. And so she grew up as a disingenuous little girl, and entered an academy specifically centred in training for the Hunger Games by the age of ten. She was definitely fated to be a Career tribute and, as that got closer to her reach, Satine grew happier and happier.
As her teenage years came, it was only expected that the girl turned out to be a manipulative, calculative, insensitive girl, with little care for socially or morally established rules. But all of that came covered beneath a thick layer of charm and poise, acquired from her familiarity with her mother. A winner must have class enough to gain the audience’s hearts, it’s what she’d always tell her. Honestly, that was nowhere near the most important part of the Games, to her opinion, but it had been how she was raised, and how she ended up presenting herself. She manages to sound adorable even while insulting you, or to describe thoroughly her plans on how to murder you with a captivating smile across her lips. Her training was intense, happening both at the academy and at home, with her parents, and she soon enough developed into an absolutely deadly killing machine, being able to master most weapons you handed her and being skilled in body combat, too. However, her absolutely favorite weapon is the bow and arrow, which she managed to use absolutely flawlessly in aim, grip, and every single aspect involving it. To win the Games, Satine will surely use her charm and inner seductiveness to marvel the public and her deadly, killer behaviour to do well in the arena. Her arrogance may be her downfall, though, and her bloodlust may drive her from planning more consistent strategies other than killing everyone in her reach.
Played by ✚ Maria
Lace Young ✚ 26 ✚ Mentor ✚ District One ✚ FC: Jamie Chung
It seems all too fitting that impulsive, spontaneous Lace came into this world as she loves to live it, unplanned. Oh yes, her parents were only just out of the academy themselves when they found out that Iris was pregnant with Lace. It was a surprise, something her parents had never meant to happen, but they decided it would be best to try to make it work. After all, Iris and Tiger had dated for years before news of the pregnancy, and so, rather than view their daughter as a mistake they made a point to view her coming as a push in the right direction. The pair married hastily and brought their daughter into a loving, happy home. She was a relatively easy baby despite her constant vocalizing, but as soon as she learned to walk it became difficult to keep her in one place. But as young parents do, her young parents anyway, they were determined to keep up and prove that they were just as good as any other. In their attempts to keep their little girl happy though, the couple spoiled their daughter rotten.
Oh and she was rotten. Grabbing at candy bars, toys, and pretty dresses, but by the time poor Iris and Tiger had realized their mistake it was too late. Lace had learned what it was like to have what she wanted, and when she found that others, including her parents, weren’t willing to provide what she wanted she started to work out how to manipulate others. It wasn’t very subtle at first, but slowly she became better and better at it, and her handsome looks upon reaching puberty only helped. It would be terribly unfair to call Lace spoiled and to leave it at that though. Sure, she had her vices. She lied, manipulated, and was just a touch too selfish for her own good, but at the root of it all was a young woman with a kind heart who simply wanted to have a good time and to enjoy the moment. Thinking about the future too much was for people who had too much time on their hands, and Lace’s social life was far too hectic to bother with silly things like that.
Lace started at the Career academy when she was just ten years old, and quickly rose to the top. While other girls found their skill in daggers and arrows, Lace realized her love for hand to hand combat. Despite the young woman’s small stature, her ability to move fast and strike her opponents just where it hurt became more and more apparent year after year. Of course, to go into the arena without anything at all would be foolish, and so she honed her skill with a spear as well. Unlike arrows or tridents, there hadn’t yet been a Hunger Games that the spear had been left out of the cornucopia, making it an excellent choice. Physical skill wasn’t the only area that Lace thought it important to train herself in though. She took her knowledge beyond the classroom and into her social life, making a point to get to know each and everyone of her classmates just incase she were placed in the arena with one of them.
With all of the knowledge that Lace acquired over her years in Career school, she was plenty ready to volunteer as District One’s female tribute for the 52nd Hunger Games. In fact, the very idea that she would be able to hog the spotlight without her friends calling her an attention whore was a thing of beauty. And upon her arrival at the Capitol the young woman took every chance she got to make herself the most interesting tribute. With beautiful dresses, dazzling smiles, and a bubbly personality she was certain that she had the Capitol under her thumb, but only time would tell. Oh, and time seemed to go so slow as she waited for the games to begin. Sure, there was the parade and the interview, but aside from that it was a whole lot of what she’d already had at home, training and socializing to try to see her foes’ weaknesses. Of course, it was important. Her mentor had reminded her not to slack off now, still she was thrilled when the day finally came. This was what she’d been waiting for!
Upon her arrival in the arena, Lace was plopped into a hot, wet, thick forest filled with mutts and creepy creatures lurking around every corner. Unfortunately this meant that Lace didn’t get to see how her enemies fought save for the careers that she had allied with. It was what Lace was always best at after all, watching, getting a feel for what was to come. She had seen them in the training room, but what if one of them had more skill than they let on? As the days dragged on it became kill or be killed, and the careers split up after her district partner critically wounded the boy from District Two. Lace couldn’t have planned it any better herself, with her two greatest foes having split she could stalk them and kill them one by one. Perhaps it was a bit cowardly, she’d always swear it was most humane, she killed them in their sleep on two consecutive nights and then she could set her sights on the others. Eventually it came down to a final battle between Lace and a boy from District Four, as soon as his weapon had been dislodged she bested him in hand to hand combat and ended him quickly.
Victory was sweet. She received more attention than she’d ever thought possible, and the young woman reveled in it. The interview after her win, her tour from district to district, it was all brilliant, but soon enough she found that it was over. Somehow the young woman felt disappointed, as if there should have been more to her story, and when the Capitol began to use her as a prostitute and a mentor who merely sat on the sidelines she began to resent it all. Not that she’d ever show anyone, of course. On the outside she was all smiles and acted just as brainwashed as she was supposed to seem, but upon hearing about the resistance Lace was happy to lend her support. For now she is still keeping an eye on the enemy, watching the people of the Capitol, and trying to keep track of tributes that may cause them trouble in the future. Perhaps her reasons for wanting a better world are a bit selfish, but as far as she’s concerned she’s helping and that ought to be good enough for anyone who gives a damn.
Played by ✚ Bailey