BENTLEY WYATT (paul mescal fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!
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Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: mark, 27, he/him, est
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If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? okay this is going to be a wild mix but walk with me here: haymitch (early years, pre-alcoholism) and coral from tbosas. he’s got that dog in him (re: darkness & survivor’s guilt) like haymitch but he still genuinely wants his tributes to succeed!! and his whole drive during the end of his games was very coral’s “i can’t have killed for nothing” or whatever she says, i just watched it yesterday okay. but!!! like he didn’t enjoy it but he was gonna be damned if he didn’t do what he had to
Anything else? the way i have been searching for a hunger games rp for AGES you do not understand
basics
[PAUL MESCAL, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes [BENTLEY WYATT], a [DISTRICT 6 MENTOR]. Word around The Capitol is that they’re [STOIC AND PRACTICAL] but can also be [ANXIOUS AND SELF-SACRIFICING]. According to sources, they’re [29] and were once described as [GREASE-STAINED CLOTHES, WHITE KNUCKLES WRAPPED AROUND A WEAPON, A SMILE THAT DOESN’T REACH YOUR TIRED EYES, COFFEE AT 3AM, HATING YOURSELF FOR HOW MUCH YOU ENJOY CAPITOL FOOD]. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!
biography
bentley wyatt — victor of the 67th(?) hunger games. he grew up in a pretty cushy life in d6, his father was the head peacekeeper of their hub and his mother was a teacher. he was well-behaved, helpful around the house, social at school. your typical boy next door, he had a passion for fixing up old vehicles, taking beaten down hovercraft for joyrides, and bending the rules just shy of their breaking point
he was reaped at 22(?), a surprise just as much as anyone else who had never taken tesserae before. but district 6 wasn’t known for raising volunteers, so he strode up to the podium and accepted his fate. he knew he had decent odds — he wasn’t starving, he was athletic, but he hadn’t been training his whole life and he didn’t know how to use a weapon. but he would learn.
his partner minnie was younger, leaner, a great runner with a big mouth. she wanted to go all the way, he only promised to get her through the first night. he ran a decent score in training, made a few allies—more importantly avoided making any enemies. his mentor assured them both that they were going into the games in a good spot. sponsors were interested, neither of them had embarrassed themselves. six had a real shot.
the games happened in a flash. really, it was one of the shorter games than panem had seen in several years, and it was in no small part thanks to bentley. he and minnie came out victorious in the bloodbath, bentley finding a club and battering some tributes with minnie running for food and supplies. they regrouped when the first cannons sounded, eight tributes down already. they paired up with the boy from seven and the girl from three, their partners picked off by careers. bentley had already gotten one of the tributes from two, so he expected the careers to come for him sooner rather than later. the two packs crossed rocky terrain to find each other, and by the sunrise on day three they’d knocked off every tribute that stood between them. less than 48 hours in, they were down to nine tributes. four in bentley’s group, five careers. an arrow took out the girl from three, a felled tree took out two careers. six remaining: two from six, and one each from one, two, four and seven. minnie was next, and bentley killed her attacker before he could even register. their ally from seven had turned on them, and he was bleeding out seconds later. it was bentley against three careers. he ran for the trees, and they gave chase. one of them killed another with a spear, mistaking them for bentley in the shaded woods. three remained. two against one quickly became every man for himself as the two careers feared the other would turn first. bentley didn’t give them a chance. he picked them off one by one, and the hovercraft picked him up with his trusty club still in his grip.
his final body count was eight. one third of the tributes died because of him, directly or not. it took him most of the train ride home to come up with all of their names and how he killed each one, but it’s something he’s never forgotten since. returning home was hard. after the initial celebrity wore off, people looked at him differently. they knew what he was capable of. the victory tour was harder. in almost every district, he was forced to face the families of the tributes he had killed. he didn’t think it could get worse until the next games, when he had to face the other mentors, those who had lost tributes to him, and their tributes, who probably knew those he’d killed. his first games went terribly, and it was only after talking to his mentor that he began to compartmentalize. he needed to train winners, not lambs for slaughter. maybe the 74th games will be his year.
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Deceive - 1 Fight - 3 Lore (knowledge) - 2 Notice - 2 Physique - 3Â Provoke - 2 Rapport - 1 Resourcefulness - 2 Stealth - 1 Will - 3