C h a r a c t e r ' s N a m e:
Pylone Surget
G e n d e r:
Male
A g e :
15
D i s t r i c t N u m b e r :
Three
A p p e a r a n c e :
Pylone is an average height for a boy of his age, with quite thin limbs that work swiftly and efficiently in his favour. His fingers are quite noticeably long, and are usually twitching restlessly, despite the naturally relaxed posture he maintains. The young man's skin is pale to an almost sickly completion, and is dusted along his nose with light golden freckles. His high, pointed cheek-bones are prominent, as are his quite jutting ribs, and his eyes have noticeably dark rings under them; displaying his terrible sleeping pattern. His hair is a dark brown in colour, and falls in slightly neglected waves to his shoulders; though it is usually swept back into a messy, low ponytail. His permanently half-lidded eyes are a subtle grey in colour, and usually appear to be tired or bored as he looks people over; though there is a subtle intelligence about them. His voice is generally higher than average, but is smooth and actually quite soothing; if not being constantly interrupted by his yawns.
P e r s o n a l i t y :
Cunning and swift-witted. Pylone is a natural planner, with swift, tactical thoughts that are more often than not, relevant and useful. His background in District 3 means he has become accustomed with explosives, and their inner circuits. There is rarely a time when he doesn't have a plan, and though he sleeps throughout the day, he is usually awake through most of the night; with thoughts racing as fast as an electric current. According to others he's genuinely laid-back, with a flippant attitude to most of everything. And it appears that it's quite rare that he takes anything seriously; as he seems to be quite the joker and tease, whenever he's awake. Even though he is mostly social, he tends to sleep more than he talks; resulting in him coming across as lazy or unbothered when it concerns others. Okay, so hand's down he's quite definitely a flirt, and often makes comments about how cute random girls are, but he never usually acts on crushes, since he's far too busy sleeping at random times throughout the day. Despite this, he can be quite irritable or snappy when lacking sleep, and will become notably temperamental.
--S t r e n g t h s :
Technology- Due to his father’s line of work, he knows quite a bit about the subject. He could probably rewire an explosive almost as swift as he could defuse one.
Intelligence- He actually is what may be considered as clever at certain points. For example, his quick and sufficient thoughts allow him to form a plan in a matter of mere seconds.
Stealth- He also seems to be an expert on thieving; able to subtly steal other's things without so much as flinching. Though, this is mainly because of his quiet treading.
--W e a k n e s s e s :
Weapons- He isn't able to use projectile weapons, or any weapons of any kind for that matter, so he would be no use in that area.
Fighting- His hand-to-hand combat is considerably lacking, and his more likely to get blown away, than land a blow.
Swimming- He isn't able to swim in the slightest, and will most likely drown.
Food That's Not Safe To Eat- He wouldn't be able to tell a poisonous berry from an apple; seriously.
--W e a p o n o f C h o i c e :
Something electrical… Oh, how creative I am.
H i s t o r y :
Life for Pylone has not been at all eventful or exciting, or even honestly inerestinging. He was simply born and raised in the district of 3, with his younger brother, Jolten. His family were by no means rich, and in fact could be considered of lower status than most; but managed to scrape by with both parents working full-time in the electric industry. He never really found many things exciting when he was a kid, infact all he ever looked forward to was when his dad would come home, and teach him odd little things about fuses. It wasn’t long until Pylone himself began to show promising skill in technology, so much so, that he felt confident enough to rid his and a few of his neighbour’s houses of rats using a small, but efficient electrical trap. Yeah, it was a reall hit with his parents. It was a mere stroke of bad luck that he was plucked out as a District 4 tribute for the hunger games… Still, hadn’t he been complaining that he needed more excitement?
H o w t h e y w e r e p i c k e d f o r t h e g a m e s : He was simply reaped, and had no one close enough to him, that they would feel obliged to volunteer for him. Of course his mother was devastated, so much so that she didn’t even turn up to say goodbye. His younger brother, on the other hand, had to be dragged out of the room by his father. Well, not before hysterically wrapping his arms around Pylone, and sobbing like a child.
It is likely they could die, would you get mad if they did?
Not if he died screaming. In pain. A lot of pain… hur hur >:’D
If your charrie does die, would you like to help with being a Helper or possibly a Gamemaker? Yay~! That would be really cool~!
Other: Uhmmm AHA! I’ve got it! Token: A thick metal wire, which glints a rustic copper colour when caught in the light of the sun. It has been fastened around his neck into a necklace of sorts. It was merely something he'd found outside his house as a child, and he took a great liking to it. He even named it 'Rusty', which gets him a few 'he's-gone-insane?' stares.
C h a r a c t e r ' s N a m e:
Vanda Piers
G e n d e r:
Male
A g e :
17
D i s t r i c t N u m b e r :
Ten
A p p e a r a n c e :
Vanda is physically a shockingly tall height, with long, lithe limbs that leave him standing taller than most his age. His shoulders are quite broad, and his arms are lightly muscled; showing his long days of previously working in the orchid fields, but he still manages to look quite lanky in his appearance. His facial features are strongly set; his cheekbones are highly proportioned, his eyebrows are dark and thick, and his nose is slightly crooked from a previous punch, but other than that, there is nothing much else you could use to tell him apart from his siblings. The main give away of his District 11 heritage is that his complexion is a rich cappuccino caramel in colour, smooth and flawless; well, only if you don't count numerous scrapes and scars as flaws. His pale brown eyes stand out considerably from his other features, being light in their colour, and baring flecks of deep beige in their depths. His hair is dark brown, and cropped short atop his head. His voice is deep and slightly husky, often making it difficult for those who don't know him to hear what he is saying.
P e r s o n a l i t y :
Vanda is literally a man of few words; usually answering questions with typical grunts and nods of the head. He's a hard worker -as it was necessary with his line of work with the livestock of district 10- and is known to get straight to the point when he feels the need actually to talk; but other than that he keeps himself to himself. He is by no means shy, and though he can come across as socially reserved, he is able to put up with large groups if necessary. It isn't in the young man's nature to pry in others business, and so he's quite typically blunt when talking to others. He honestly is a family man, and most of everything he does is for them, but it's clear that this has helped remove him from any normal social life he may have ever had. He dislikes small talk, and will more often than not, simply stare into space when people are talking nonsense to him. Well that, or look right through them. He seems to be quite fearless, or heartless in some cases... though that is mainly because of his one-track minded approach. Some have said that it's impossible to know whether he knows how to speak properly at all; as most of his sentences are clipped or missing words. Though, it’s usually because he didn’t feel the need to use certain words.
--S t r e n g t h s :
Strength- His physical strength and endurance are amazing, and though he cannot run particularly fast, at least he can run for long periods of time. This is once again thanks to his line of work.
Herbs- Due to him previously residing in district 11, it is only understandable that he has a distant knowledge of herbs.
Intuition- His natural intuition seems freakishly sharp, and he's great at judging characters; knowing who to avoid at the best of times.
--W e a k n e s s e s :
The Helpless- Vanda would never harm someone whom he considers too young or someone who is currently unarmed, as he finds it indecent.
Speed- He's not exactly the fastest contestant out there, and will most likely be out-run by many of the others.
Lack of common sense/Stubborn- He doesn't seem to be scared as easy as most, and will walk into dangerous situations without a second thought for the outcome. Though, even if he did take the time to think of the consequences, he'd carry her actions through without faltering.
Heights- He cannot climb trees anything that's possible to climb at all! This could be forced onto his dreadful fear of heights, but I’d put it down to far-from-nimble-limbs.
Family- he's far to forgiving of others, and if someone was to so much as hint that they loved their family as much as he loved his, then he would feel rendered unable to kill them.
--W e a p o n o f C h o i c e :
A mace.
H i s t o r y :
Vanda was born and raised in district 11 for the most part of his life, in a large family of eight and having a pretty much normal life for someone of his status. He lived with his Mother, Father, Grandmother, Older brother, younger brother and three younger sisters. Well, two younger sisters, but he was born seven minutes before his twin sister, and so classes her as ‘younger than him’. He was quite literally sent out to work in the orchid fields from the moment he could walk, and so slowly built up a hard working ability. It only took a few falls from the low branches of elm trees, before he completely refused to climb them anymore; lucky for him, his twin sister was always willing to do more than her share of fruit picking. His father was originally from district 10, and soon found himself longing to be back in his old home once more. So when Vanda turned thirteen his mother decided it was best to move to district 10 for their supposed 'better living conditions'. So he, his five siblings, Grandmother, mum and father settled into the new life of a District 10 resident. Vanda and his brothers did quite a bit of rough-housing throughout the years, so it wasn't much of a surprise when the eldest of them broke Vanda's nose, but that didn't stop their grandmother from 'going ape' on the poor boy. It wasn’t at all long after that, that his father died while working with the live-stock. Apparently one of the cows had gotten spooked, sparked of a stampede. It looked like his neck had been broken on impact, so it was probably painless. Probably.
H o w t h e y w e r e p i c k e d f o r t h e g a m e s :
He was reaped as were many children that day. His older brother was too old to volunteer, and his younger brother was prevented from doing so by Vanda’s twin sister, Laria. They all knew very well that Vanda stood more of a chance, than his weak-hearted younger brother, and so Laria had only done the thing that she knew Vanda would have wanted. Vanda’s family flooded in to see their precious, silent boy one last time, though not one of them said the words goodbye. His Grandmother had stood soundlessly, a knowing expression on her wise, old face, while his mother had hugged him, and told him to remain strong; more so to reassure herself. His two younger sisters were far too young to fully understand the concept of the games, and so they settled with kisses, and hugs, and a simple ‘see you soon brother’. Both of his brothers were equally as eager for a parting embrace as the girls had been, and shamelessly clung onto their brother, silently willing him to live. And then there was Laria. She knew full well that it would have been disrespectful to cry, and so she smiled with conviction and patted her twin on the cheek saying: ‘Don’t be kind.’
It is likely they could die, would you get mad if they did?
Nah, it adds more drama! I mean seriously, how cool would it be if he died in a really violent way? REALLY violent?
Not If your charrie does die, would you like to help with being a Helper or possibly a Gamemaker? Oh, yep please~!
Other: Token: A small, flattened, weed-like flower that is attached to a rusty looking pin in a sort of broach-like fashion. It was given to him by his Grandmother for 'good luck'.
Username: ✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Game-maker or Helper:
Hmm, could I be a stylist and a trainer for district two? Ohohoh, and a Stylist and a trainer for district eight?
Have you read the book(s):
Yep, and I loved all three of them~
If not, do you know what it's about: ~
Care to add me:
Uh-huh, I’d do just that ^^
Will you show favoritism to anyone:
Nope, I’m not really good with picking favourites and all that~! Presides, all the characters have just as much chance as dying as the others. That doesn’t mean I won’t talk though~ (the problem will be shutting me up).
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