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  • The hunger games sign-up

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    [font=courier]Wren Rosalyn Locheen
    District:
    Two
    Age:
    Fifteen
    Gender:
    Female
    Skills:
    - Wren is quite fast and agile.
    - Wren is handy with a knife, in terms of aim and precision.
    Weaknesses:
    - Wren is not strong or intimidating.
    - Wren allows her rage to blind her.
    - Wren cannot handle large and heavy weapons such as swords or axes.
    Rank:
    Career, baby!
    Personality:
    Usually, Wren is rather quiet and reserved, speaking only when spoken to and giving short, one or two word answers, but combat is an entirely different story. Wren lives for the thrill of a fight. She will focus all of her energy into a battle and usually come out as the winner. But, Wren can sometimes be quite reckless when others taunt her or laugh at her. That is the one thing she hates.
    History:
    Wren was brought up in a very different way to most kids in other districts. She's been training her whole life for the Hunger Games in the specialist academy in District 2 (Even if it is illegal...). Wren volunteered for the Games early rather than waiting till she was eighteen and fully-trained, yet her District still cheers her on. With her parents waiting for her, she's confident she'll return safe&sound. All Wren's ever known is the pressure put on her by her father. She's convinced he didn't want a daughter but a strong, handsome boy who would make their family proud. Everyday, Wren tries to prove herself to him and the rest of her District, even if it does turn her into a ruthless killer.
    Family:
    - Emerald Locheen (Mother)
    - Titus Locheen (Father)
    - Thorn Locheen (Elder Sister ~ 18)
    Other:
    Let the Hunger Games BEGIN! :)

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    [font=courier]Lyra Herriot
    District Eleven


    Lyra didn't dare stop, she trusted no one. Her mentor had advised her on making alliances, especially as she came off as weak, but Lyra laughed it off telling him there was no way she was going to make friends. "I am selfish, I am the only one that matters," Lyra kept telling herself. It was how she would have to think if she wanted to win these games. It was then that she crashed into a boy and stumbled backwards onto her behind.

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    The One-Hundredth Annual Hunger Games:
    The Tribute Parade


    Twenty-four of you have been brought into the Capitol, each one nervous, scared and excited in their own way. You have met your mentors and your stylists, and now it's time to face the public. Dressed in specialized costumes, you venture out on chariots in an attempt to impress the Capitol crowds who seem even more excited by the prospect of a quell. But who will they remember?


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    [font=courier]Lyra Herriot
    District Eleven


    Lyra scowled as her prep team continued to fiddle with her outfit. She hadn't really seen what she looked like, but she could definitely feel the itch and the awkwardness of her outfit. It seemed to be composed of a variety of different plants all woven together, Lyra even spotting wheat crops put in. Of course; District Eleven was agriculture. There was only so much you could do with a theme like that without it getting too silly.


    Lyra's prep-team seemed less than impressed by their tribute this year. She practically screamed the room down as they attempted to wax her legs and almost bit one who went for her eyebrows. They muttered about her and Lyra swore she heard, "At least she's pretty,"


    One member with flaming red hair and unnaturally grey eyes shot her a glare as she moved away instinctively before stepping back from the brunette girl, "Okay, you're all done," she chirped in a silly Capitol accent. Lyra said nothing and proceeded to glance around the room for any sign of her District partner. She caught the eye of a red-headed girl who she believed to be from District Two. She didn't look at all silly, more like elegant and powerful. As she saw her looking at her, the tribute from Two glared and then barked at Lyra who flinched in retaliation and moved her gaze to the floor.


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    [font=courier]Wren Locheen
    [color=black]District Two


    "Wren, stay still," Atreus said in a calm voice as he added finishing touches to the young girl's arms. Wren let out a heavy sigh before attempting to do as he told her, but her arms were bare of fabric, and she was shivering a little. About a minute later, Atreus stepped back to admire the outfit as a whole, smiling as he did. He glanced up at Wren as if complimenting her rather than his own work, "Perfect," Wren managed to return a very small smile, and Atreus nodded before turning and making his way over towards the prep team. Alone at last, Wren took the opportunity to glance around at the other tributes' costumes, not allowing her eyes to linger for too long. Some looked amazing and surely the crowd would be impressed, whilst others looked simply ridiculous and Wren had to hold back a comical smile. Then her face fell; what if she were one of the silly looking ones? Her previously uninterested expression converted into one of worry as this thought filled her head. This would be the first time the sponsors would see her, and she looked ridiculous. . . at least she might have.


    Wren's negative thoughts were subdued slightly as Theta Honeyman, her mentor, approached and spoke to her, "You look great," she murmured, examining her from head to toe. Wren frowned,


    "Are you sure?" Theta raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly,


    "Yes. . . Why wouldn't you?" she shot the question back at Wren with a confused expression. The redhead gave a small sigh of relief; at least Theta wasn't laughing at her. She could feel the stares of other tributes however and she shot back her classic 'what are you looking at?' glare at each of them, most of whom glanced away quickly. Noticing her expression, Theta scolded her in a bored tone, "Don't do that when you're on the chariot," Wren stopped immediately. Following instructions was a habit of hers, she would do it every day whilst she was training. Theta then nodded at her, "Just remember to look like you want to be here," Wren nodded but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at her. Turning, she caught the eye of the District Eleven girl and practically snarled at her,


    "Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to stare?" Wren snickered under her breath as the older girl flinched before proceeding to look around the room once more as Theta walked away.

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    [font=courier]Lyra Herriot
    District Eleven


    [color=black]Lyra jumped up and her eyes widened as she came face-to-face with a boy a little younger than herself. Her hand instinctively traveled to her quiver and she knocked an arrow as the boy scrambled to his feet, buying his lip as he eyed her warily, praying that maybe she wasn't going to shoot. As Lyra raised her now, the boy turned and sprinted for his life, convinced that she was going to shoot. Hit him, shoot. Now! Lyra released the string and the arrow became impaled on the bark behind the boy. She cursed as he sped out of view and she jogged over to retrieve the arrowhead.

  • the 81th huger games sign up

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    [font=courier]Wren Rosalyn Locheen
    District:
    Two
    Age:
    Fifteen
    Gender:
    Female
    Main Weapon:
    Throwing Knives
    Personality:
    Usually, Wren is rather quiet and reserved, speaking only when spoken to and giving short, one or two word answers, but combat is an entirely different story. Wren lives for the thrill of a fight. She will focus all of her energy into a battle and usually come out as the winner. But, Wren can sometimes be quite reckless when others taunt her or laugh at her. That is the one thing she hates.
    Crush:
    None
    District Token:
    A brown hair tie from her sister, Thorn
    History:
    Wren was brought up in a very different way to most kids in other districts. She's been training her whole life for the Hunger Games in the specialist academy in District 2 (Even if it is illegal...). Wren volunteered for the Games early rather than waiting till she was eighteen and fully-trained, yet her District still cheers her on. With her parents waiting for her, she's confident she'll return safe&sound. All Wren's ever known is the pressure put on her by her father. She's convinced he didn't want a daughter but a strong, handsome boy who would make their family proud. Everyday, Wren tries to prove herself to him and the rest of her District, even if it does turn her into a ruthless killer.
    Other:
    Hi! :)

  • ѕнαℓℓ ωє вєgιη? ➳ 84ᴛʜ Aɴɴᴜᴀʟ Hᴜɴɢᴇʀ Gᴀᴍᴇs Rpg thread.

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    [font=courier]Lyra Herriot
    District Eleven


    The District Eleven girl ventured further into the woods, this time at a slow jogging pace. If any enemy tributes were to come by, she would be able to pick up speed in no time. What do you mean enemy tributes? Everyone is your enemy! Lyra scowled, wishing the voice that criticized everything she did would shut up for once. She kept an eye and an ear open for anything strange. Surely the bloodbath was over by now? Should she attempt to scavenge the Cornucopia? See, it's stupid ideas like that that'll get you killed, the voice in her head sneered once more and Lyra mumbled something to herself. She could not hear water, but she wasn't thirsty. When the time came however, she would be left with nothing. For all she knew, that backpack of hers could be empty. Quickly, Lyra ducked into cover behind a tree-trunk and tucked herself into some shrubbery as she began to search through her bag;
    A box of matches - Useless. Fires were a good way to get you killed, Lyra for one knew that. Still, she could start a forest fire. . .
    A long length of rope - Perfect, she could tie herself into the tree.
    Two packets of crackers - Even more perfect! She could put off hunting for a while.
    An empty canteen of water - Fabulous, though there was no water to be found.
    A compass - Hm. . . at least she wouldn't be walking in circles.


    Upon closer inspection of the kit bag she had grabbed, Lyra found that it was a sleeping bag. Good, she didn't know how cold it would be getting at night. It was still fairly early and Lyra felt that she needed to be as far away from the action as she could and so she headed in the opposite direction of the Cornucopia.

  • the 81th huger games sign up


    [font=courier]Lyra Alexandria Herriot
    District:
    Eleven
    Age:
    Sixteen
    Gender:
    Female
    Main Weapon:
    Knows how to use a slingshot, but will use bow and arrow.
    Personality:
    Lyra appears to be rather serious and cold, but in reality she loves to laugh. She's independent and slightly self-centred. Used to caring for herself, Lyra sees little need for others. For a sixteen year old, Lyra is very intelligent though she can be slightly reckless.
    Crush:
    Ha!
    History:
    Lyra's mother was killed for taking crops from work for her daughter when Lyra was six years old. She was handed over to her closest relatives who were her aunt and uncle. At the age of ten, she began working in the fields picking crops and planting seeds; it was very dull work and Lyra never enjoyed it. Lyra fashioned herself a slingshot when she was twelve and began hunting within her district. She was caught once after killing a bird, but let off because she was just a child. Despite warnings from her aunt and uncle, Lyra continued hunting and caught her own food. She developed a good sense of aim and became independent.
    Other:
    :)

  • 1000th hunger game (tons of spots available!)

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    [font=impact]Wren Rosalyn Locheen
    District Two Female
    Wren attempted to build a shelter, but hers just kept falling down. On the fourth try, she cursed very loudly and obscenely earning stares and glares from those around her. She kicked the rest of it over as she stood, muttering something along the lines of, "Who needs a stupid shelter anyway?" as she stormed off.