My own sheet:
Username: Bookworm773
Character Name: Kaz Ezro
Age: 16
Description: Fairly tall with white hair (after an unfortunate experience with a dying vat.) She has brown-green eyes and usually wears simple clothes, never being one for fashion. Her attitude is very cynical and rough, and when you look deep into her heart she’s still just a cynical and rough person.
District: 8
Bio: Kaz’s family didn’t live the harshest life. They usually had enough to eat, only needing enough food to feed her and her mother and father. To give them an extra advantage, her best friend, Shelbourne, was on the rich side and would often help them out in the winter months. She was brought up to love President Snow and the Capitol, but once she could think for herself her mind began to change. She began to question the Games. Her parents would have disowned her if she told them, so she kept it to herself. Well, to her and Shelby.
Assets: Good with knives and is good at climbing.
Character type: Tribute

Username: Loyalfreak
Character: Shawn August
Age: 34
Discription: Very tall, and very skinny. Orangeish, blondeish hair. Shawn has green eyes, and lots of freackles. Basically your average guy.
District: 11
Bio: Shawn had 2 brothers, and 2 sisters. He won the Hunger Games at age 12. Since then, he had to watch both his youngest sister, and brother die on the twisted games. Even though 3 people from his family had been chosen for the games, his family was rich.
Assets: Quick wits, people love him, and he’s good at hand to hand combat.
Character type: Mentor

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Username: benjo
Character Name: Abel Dawson
Age: 16
Description: 5′ 10″ wild brown hair, blue eyes, tan and strong from the years in the field. Pre-games he wore worn brown overalls, black wide brim hat, and usually walks barefoot but sometimes wears calf-high rubber boots. Not the brightest mind but he was always kind. He is quiet but friendly.
District: 11
Bio: Abel is the oldest of three siblings (sister Lupine 14 and his brother Daniel 10). He has always been a hard worker in the field and finds the work peaceful. Even the Peacekeepers can’t take away his love for the land. When he finds a spare moment he will walk into the middle of a corn field and lay down looking at the sky.
Assets: Quiet step, strong, but hasn’t had any formal training with weapons besides tools of the field (ie. He knows how to swing an axe, scythe, etc.).
Character type: Tribute

Username: LovableFungus
Character Name: Ione Marlow
Age: 31
Description: Short and pear-shaped. Light brown skin. Gold-brown eyes. Medium-length black hair normally worn in a bun. Her face has been described as “forgettable.” She wears a lot of yellow, because she likes to believe it brightens her mood. It doesn’t. Although close friends would perpetuate that Ione was once full of life, she has since become utterly exhausted by the entire charade.
District: 4
Bio: The youngest of four children, Ione was the only one of her immediate family picked to participate in the Games at age eighteen. She won the Games by hiding for as long as possible, then drowning the three remaining tributes one by one. Despite murdering three people with her bare hands, Ione is surprisingly comfortable talking about here experience in the Games, making her a favorite for interviews, but whether she likes the attention is debated. Since her victory, Ione has taken up cooking as a talent, and two of her nephews have been slaughtered in the arena, for which she blames herself, and remains unmarried.
Assets: Proficient with nets and fishing, a very good swimmer, terrible in combat.
Character type: Mentor

OOC: That sounds reasonable to me. Pray tell, are we allowed multiple characters?

((Sarah, it is probably a good idea to allow it. No more than two, though.))

Username: acciovworpvworp
Character Name: Verna Arawn
Age: 15
Description: Verna is short for her age and quite petite. She has dark brown eyes and wavy light brown hair she keeps tied back. She doesn’t look like much, but she is fairly strong.
District: 7
Bio: Being the youngest of 3 children, Verna didn’t expect to amount to much. She assumed that she would live through her life being unnoticed and no one would mind her as long as she did her work diligently. And for the past 4 years, her name has not been chosen. But it seems that her luck has run out and Verna isn’t sure of what to do. All her life, she has watched children slaughter each other in the hunger games and Verna has the feeling that the odds are not in her favor.
Assets: knowledge of plants, accustomed to using large blades (hatchets, saws, etc), good at climbing and hiding.
Character Type: tribute

• This reply was modified 128 days ago by  Erica.
• This reply was modified 125 days ago by  Erica.

Username: littlesocks
Character Name: Lola Palmwater
Age: 15
Description: Very small – only 4”10 tall and very slim. Uneven, bloody skin on her lips from chewing them so much and knotted hair from habitually running her hands through it and pulling at it when she’s concentrating or nervous. She’s got very short nails as consequence from being bitten, and permanently wide, watching, eyes. Because of her district she’s usually indoors, working, so the only way she’s physically conditioned for the hunger games are with her feet, which over a long period of time have grown used to the sharp uneven ground due to a hatred of shoes.
District: 3, Electronics
Bio: The youngest of seven, Lola has never been one for the spotlight, she sits in the sidelines, always watching, always studying. If it wasn’t for their love of children, her parents could have been rich and comfortable but they got a little ambitious always had to stretch food among their many kids, especially in Lola’s earliest childhood. Thankfully, only three of seven remain – the second youngest being five years older than Lola, she was a ‘lovely surprise.’ Despite her large family, Lola prefers to be alone and is well used to it, she often escapes to study or read in the abandoned houses – since her bedroom was shared. This usually required a good amount of sneaking or lying so she’s now good at both.
Assets: Manipulative, easily hidden, good liar, sneaky.
Character type: Tribute

OCC: So far only District 4 is full right? And we’ve got 8 out of 24 tributes? Are we doing all the things before the actual hunger games like the interviews and the training or are we jumping straight into the Game? Also, who gets to decide the environment?

Username: Kyle

Character Name: Mason Anders

Age: 16

Description: He’s tan, with bright green eyes, and a small nose. His brown hair is spiked up, and dyed green at the tips. He is tall for his age, and average in stature.

District: 8 (Textiles)

Bio: Usually quiet, he keeps to himself and his thoughts. He makes sure to think things through before acting them out. He trusts others willingly, but loses trust just as quickly. He lives with his father; his best friends Tammy and Victor; their little brother; and their mother (who is dating Mason’s father). They live in half of a warehouse that produces denim, which is also where they work.

Assets: Knows how to carve weapons out of wood, is thoughtful of his actions, independent.

Character type: Tribute

• This reply was modified 120 days ago by  Kyle. Reason: Typo

[[OOC: I do not think that would be a problem.]]

OOC: Yes please

[[Well, if you start at the start of the games, there isn't very much for the three mentor characters to do. And starting with the drawing gives a little more time for tributes to join.]]

((Yeah. I’d post one now, but I don’t have time.))

((Not at all. I’m gonna start the rp now.))

“Kaz, if you would just put this on. You need to look nice for the reaping.”

Kaz sighed, looking at the green monstrosity of a dress dangling from her mother’s hand. They had the same argument every year. She still didn’t see the reason to wear it for the Reaping. It’s not as if it actually mattered. But she knew that, like every year in the past, she would end up being forced into it before they left.

Grumbling, she snatched the dress from her mom and traded her usual sweater and jeans for it. After her parents were ready, Kaz followed them to the center of the district, where the Reaping took place. She allowed herself to be herded into the girls’ area, searching the boys for a particular face.

There, bobbing through the bodies, a little blond head was seen. She followed it down to see Shelbourne’s grinning face. Once they had established eye contact, they continued to keep it and make faces as the Reaping began. She didn’t even notice when the picking of the names was happening.

Shelbourne’s face suddenly went white, and his mouth dropped open. Before Kaz could ask what it was, some girl tapped her on the shoulder. “Kaz Ezro, right? You’re a tribute.”

Kaz had walked up to stage in a trance-like state. The only thought that went through her head was “God dammit, I just had to be wearing this stupid dress today.” Shelbourne looked like he wanted to shout out, but a little shake from her head stopped the words before they left his mouth. It wasn’t as if he could do anything.

She stood straight and tall, trying not to let her inner shock show. The escort dug around in the boy’s box, pulling out a name that was unfamiliar to Kaz. But before he could leave the boys’ area, someone else shouted out. A volunteer.

Her eyes searched out the boy pushing his way to the front. This one she knew, though barely. Kaz had seen him around before, since they were close in age. His name started with an M, or maybe and N. She had never paid enough attention to learn it.

Oh how cute. Kaz thought. We get to shake hands like we’re best little friends before we’re put in an arena where we might possibly be saved from the trouble of biting out each other’s throats by the fact that other people might get there first. Her hands shook a little as she took his hand. She told her body to cut it out, but trying to stop it made only made it worse.

Kaz allowed herself to be brought into the town hall, where she was separated from the other tribute as they were shown the rooms in which they could say good bye to loved ones. She sat down in a chair, head resting drearily on her hand. She was expecting two visits. Only one was actually wanted.

Shawn was listening. He stood at the back of the crowd, not wanting to see the pain in those who were reaped and their family. He’d won, but just nearly. And since then, he’d seen both his siblings die.
Several seconds. Then “Abel.” Crap. Ie would do anything to keep that kid alive. They were like brothers.

((My apologies for stopping posting there))

I walked to the town hall with pride, making sure to let the peacekeeper who was escorting us know that they don’t have full control over me. We were led into separate rooms, where I waited on the plain white couch for my first visitor.

“Mason, you are an idiot.” Victor said, walking to me. He was carrying Devin on his shoulders.
I sat there, looking at Devin, before saying to Victor, “Come on, it’s not like either of you have a chance of winning”
“Yeah, but-”
“No, you don’t understand. I have to do this. There is no way I could stand losing either of you. I am going to do my best and I will win. You and Tammy can take care of our family.”
Then he started to cry. “Well,” *sniffle* “I love you, bro.” And then the peacekeeper took them away.

OOC Can people still join this? Well, I’ll post it anyways.

Username: hatoverears
Character Name: Trill Ellede
Age: 14
Description: Short for her age but very agile, she has short brown hair and one brown eye and one blue eye
District: 3
Bio: Trill was raised surrounded by elaborate plans for machinery, ideas her parents were sure could help improve life throughout Panem. However, being somewhat of the lower class in 3, their ideas were mostly ignored. Her older brother Nigel had been picked for the reaping a few years back, but her other brother Azel had volunteered to take his place and had been killed. Trill is very eccentric, and has a bit of trouble focusing on the topic at hand, but when she is focused she pays extreme attention. She always wears her brother Azel’s goggles as a reminder of him, though these might not be approved as a district token in the arena. If this happened, Trill would go into quite a rage.
Assets: Trill is extremely good at making elaborate plans, and is a good judge of what people will instinctively do. She is quite good with electricity, and pretty agile as well, though she has never had proper fighting training.
Character type: Tribute

• This reply was modified 99 days ago by  Marauder Julia.

Trill stood among the hundreds of other District 3 tributes, frustrated. She hated wearing dresses. Nigel, who was standing next to her with a worried look on his face, got to wear semi-normal clothes. Why couldn’t she? She pushed her goggles down over her eyes as she always did when she tried to concentrate. Trill stared at the District 3 escort, a silly woman with multicolored skin like a rainbow. She knew mental telepathy was impossible, but she tried as best as she could to project a thought into her head.

“Not Nigel, he couldn’t handle it, please don’t pick him…” She mouthed the words under her breath desperately. He brother, a year older than her, had been in a state of shock and semi insanity for two months after Azel died in the arena. Trill concentrated so hard on this hope that she forgot to wish for herself.

The escort reached into the bowl containing the girl names, and swirled her hand around. Momentarily Trill broke her concentration, seeing as out of the corner of her eye she had seen a flash of light reflecting on a building. At this moment, the name was called. Trill’s attention snapped back to the escort, wondering who she had called. She looked over to Nigel and saw his pale face, eyes wide and staring at her with his mouth hanging open. Looking around, Trill noticed that multiple others were staring at her as well. Oh. It was her.

In a state of dull shock, Trill walked to the stage. She heard a sigh of sadness from many in the crowd, as they remembered the loss of her brother a few years before. And now her. Trill stood on the stage as the escort spoke again, this time with the boy’s name. She shook his hand apathetically, thinking of nothing but how glad she was that Nigel had not been picked. Then she remembered.

“Oh. I’m going to die…” she mouthed, staring at the floor. She didn’t want to look out into the audience and meet Nigel’s horrified gaze. She didn’t think she could stand it.

• This reply was modified 96 days ago by  Marauder Julia.

OOC Alright, reposting this with Trill now as Sebastian

Username: hatoverears
Character Name: Sebastian Ellede
Age: 14
Description: Short for his age but very agile, he has short, spiky brown hair and one brown eye and one blue eye
District: 3
Bio: Sebastian was raised surrounded by elaborate plans for machinery, ideas his parents were sure could help improve life throughout Panem. However, being somewhat of the lower class in 3, their ideas were mostly ignored. His older brother Nigel had been picked for the reaping a few years back, but his other brother Azel had volunteered to take his place and had been killed. Sebastian is very eccentric, and has a bit of trouble focusing on the topic at hand, but when he is focused he pays extreme attention. He always wears her brother Azel’s goggles as a reminder of him, though these might not be approved as a district token in the arena. If this happened, Sebastian would go into quite a rage.
Assets: Sebastian is extremely good at making elaborate plans, and is a good judge of what people will instinctively do. He is quite good with electricity, and pretty agile as well, though he has never had proper fighting training.
Character type: Tribute
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Sebastian stood among the hundreds of other District 3 tributes, frustrated. He hated wearing fancy clothes. They always itched him. He pushed her goggles down over his eyes as Sebastian always did when he tried to concentrate. Sebastian stared at the District 3 escort, a silly woman with multicolored skin like a rainbow. He knew mental telepathy was impossible, but he tried as best as she could to project a thought into her head.

“Not Nigel, he couldn’t handle it, please don’t pick him…” He mouthed the words under his breath desperately. His brother, a year older than him, had been in a state of shock and semi insanity for two months after Azel died in the arena. Sebastian concentrated so hard on this hope that he forgot to wish for himself.

The escort reached into the bowl containing the girl names, and swirled her hand around. She called out the name of some girl Sebastian didn’t know, Lola something. Then it was time for the boys. Momentarily Sebastian broke his concentration because out of the corner of his eye he had seen a flash of light reflecting on a building. At this moment, the name was called. Sebastian’s attention snapped back to the escort, wondering who she had called, hoping it wasn’t Nigel. He looked over to him and saw his pale face, eyes wide and staring at him with his mouth hanging open. Looking around, Sebastian noticed that multiple others were staring at him as well. Oh. It was him.

In a state of dull shock, Sebastian walked to the stage. He heard a sigh of sadness from many in the crowd, as they remembered the loss of his brother a few years before. And now him. Sebastian shook the girl’s hand apathetically, thinking of nothing but how glad he was that Nigel had not been picked. Then he remembered.

“Oh. I’m going to die…” he mouthed, staring at the floor. He didn’t want to look out into the audience and meet Nigel’s horrified gaze. He didn’t think he could stand it.

((Sorry for being so slow. I’ve been really busy these last few days, but I’d like to keep this rp up. Thanks for joining!))

((Can I join?))

OOC So what are we gonna do here? Should we say everything, the parade and meals and stuff? Or should we jump to the training, when we get to interact with each other?

[[While I am interested, I know I won't be able to make the time commitment, unless we were to start it back up over the summer.]]