The time has come to pick two courageous men and women for the honor of representing their Districts, in the 1st ever Fandom Games. And it is decreed that each year, the 12 districts of Fandom should offer up a tribute of two young men or women to be trained in the art of survival and to be prepared to fight to the death. Potential Tribute(s) London Time
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Age: 17
Timezone: (GMT + 01:00)
Character’s Name: Haymitch Abernathy
Character’s Role: Mentor
Fandom of Origin: The Hunger Games
How Long You Have Been in this Fandom: One year, more or less
Multi-Paragraph Writing Sample:
Waking up from his long sleep was like falling from the sky, hitting the floor with an unusual force. He felt his mouth furry, again, and the touch of the bottle of liquor under his arm.
Letting out a growl, Haymitch tried to incorporate, and he saw he had fallen asleep on the floor... again. It was strange how normal it all felt, just like if all of that wasn't really happening to him. Like if he was living in a dream. A long and painful dream. That was what it all had been after the Games...
The Games. He snorted and opened the bottle, taking a long sip, as he did every time he remembered about them. Alcohol was the only thing that seemed to make all the memories of that time turn blurry and disappear...
Poor kiddos, he couldn't help thinking, though. That new ones. They looked more fierce than others... But they always died. He had learned not get fond of any of them. Not that it always was, but this time he felt that it was not going to be difficult for him... at least with the girl, Katniss Everdeen.
Any Questions about the Character or the Games themselves: ----
Do you agree to all rules that apply to you and your character?: Yes.
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Effie sat down once again on to the rather uncomfortable, cold chair. It was time for the Fandom Games to start. She shot a disapproving glance at Haymitch, who was sitting on her left. He was currently drunk as usual. Of course.
She hoped that either Katniss or Peeta would win (although she was leaning towards Katniss, she had a good feeling about her). Even with her confidence in Katniss, she was really quite anxious. She tried her best not to show it though. She had worked hard to get her reputation. She wasn't about to ruin it now.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO! She almost flinched at the sound of the horn that followed. Almost. She wondered what the tributes would do now. As she watched them run towards the cornucopia, she sighed in relief. She was lucky to not have been picked as tribute. She wouldn't last long. That, she knew for certain.
Any Questions about the Character or the Games themselves: Nope.
Do you agree to all rules that apply to you and your character? Yes.
Could you please ask some districts to stop spamming absolutely irrelevant stuff? I understand a photoset or two or a quote or anything like that but memes and Karp and several fanarts every day are just annoying. I don't want to be a killjoy but if I wanted to scroll through that I'd simply follow some fandom blogs.
Yeah please don't do that.
Just some photosets and stuff are acceptable but please no memes.
I was reading up on the submissions, and I noticed that you didn't answer the Sansa applicant's question. Sorry, but I'd like to know that as well: Are we allowed to interact with characters in the "district" without a role?
In one of the asks, you mentioned that escorts are chosen first and they choose tributes but that doesn't work for District 2. Sherlock volunteers for John, who is an escort. Is that now voided or are there something else going on?
We're going to have a non-roleplayer character pull the slips now. It's too complicated with all the volunteering.
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Olive had been working on it all morning. The first time she’d shown Owen any of her paintings it had been two of him. She’d worked about a week on each and they weren’t exactly something she was deeply proud of but she still had wanted to share that with him and he’d seemed to entirely like it. But this, this was…different. It was huge and one of the biggest projects she’d ever created. She grinned standing before it. It was so simple. Just a piece of clay, painted, put into the oven and then the pictures had come next. There was still something there, though. Something in the ice cream shaped picture frame and the three pictures of them in the spaces cut out. One shaped like an Olive, the other like a slice of pizza, and the last one…well the last one was a bit cliche’ but she still liked it. It was shaped like a heart. The first picture was of Olive, the second of Owen, and the last one of them together. She realized in that second, standing before the pictures that she really did have forever to be with him. Forever to kiss him, over and over again. As much as she pleased and for as long as she pleased. She touched her hand to her lips, laughing at her own reaction. His sweet scent lingered in the air somehow. It was always near her. In her thoughts. In her heart. Everywhere. She was finally beginning to see how this whole relationship thing worked out. And she was very wiling to put her own ego aside and actually take into consideration how Owen felt about things. She couldn’t bare him and Alex fighting. But she also couldn’t ask him to change completely just for her. That wasn’t how things worked out. If he was willing to already give up so much for her, she had to put her own foot forward. And she was very well aware dating her had been a sacrifice all on its own by the way he’d acted the morning after they’d gotten high together…the day when he finally agreed that she could keep him and she intended to do so, forever and ever. No one could ever come between them.
Any Questions about the Character or the Games themselves: Newp
Do you agree to all rules that apply to you and your character? Yes
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Age: 15
Timezone: EST
Character’s Name: Minerva McGuinness
Character’s Role: Stylist
Fandom of Origin: Skins
How Long You Have Been in this Fandom: One year
Multi-Paragraph Writing Sample: Mini stood alone on the train. Well, Cook and Freddie were there as well, but they kept to themselves as she did as well. Effy had locked herself up somewhere as usual she had supposed. She never wanted to be a stylist. She loved clothes, her obsession was keeping up with fashion, even though there wasn't much to choose from in D9. But, the Games was something different. The least she could do was try to get Cook and Effy sponsors. She knew they had little chance of coming home, especially against the other districts, plus Effy's state of mind. There was a possibility that Cook could make it, but it was still very little, and he'd come out fairly sad, Mini believed so anyway. Mini had to do something they'd be greatful for. Usually, she didn't care about them. She knew them because she tended to go to them if she wanted to get a hold of alcohol since they obtained the best stuff, same with spliff, but other than that they rarely talked. The Games had changed that now though, they coaxed them into her mind and thoughts in a bigger, more sick way. She imagined them how they usually were, kissing, practically on top of each other, but then she imagined them going at each other, trying to kill each other. The empathy filled her and she shuddered. That was weird. She hated feeling upset. Mini never wanted to do this. She wanted to do fashion in some way, but this wasn't it. Mini had to try her hardest to encourage Effy, since she would be the one she had most access too. She wanted Effy to win, no matter the chances. She noticed that Alo had stepped into the room and she smiled weakly at him, holding her hand out for him to come take it. She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. She just needed someone close to her, knowing that Alo was with her, she was okay.
Any Questions about the Character or the Games themselves: Nope.
Do you agree to all rules that apply to you and your character? Of course.
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Age: 15
Timezone: GMT+8
Character's name: Sansa Stark
Character's role: Escort to District 12
Fandom of Origin: Game of Thrones
How Long You Have Been in this Fandom: Less than a year, but I have read 4/5 of the books so far and am up to date on the TV series.
Multi-paragraph Writing Sample:
"Well, who would have thought it?" Robb's laugh is harsh. "District commentator. Of all the things."
Sansa picks at her dinner. "Well, at least you weren't a tribute," she tells her brother, her voice very soft. "It could have been much worse, Robb."
At the end of the table, Theon laughs. "And I suppose you're upset that that little Joffrey of yours got reaped, Princess?"
Sansa's fingers clench around her knife, and she bites back a retort. Courtesy is a lady's armor, courtesy is a lady's armor, courtesy is a lady's armor. "Yes," she tells Theon slowly. "I'm quite upset. I never thought that it would happen, Theon. I am praying for him and his safety."
Theon raises an eyebrow in obvious amusement and opens his mouth, but Arya beats him to it. "Well, I, for one, am not. I'm hoping that guy from 6 will bludgeon him to death. Or perhaps even Lady Daenerys will burn him -"
"Arya, that is enough," Catelyn says, seeing the look on her older daughter's face. Arya frowns and lowers her head. "We should just be thankful none of us are in immediate danger. Isn't that right, Ned?" She smiles at her husband.
"It is," Eddard Stark says, a relieved smile on his face. All safe for another year. "I don't think I could bear it if any one of you children got reaped."
"But Joffrey's mom got reaped," Arya butts in, her energy restored. "And she won."
"Yeah, Arya, but I'd say Cersei had more of a chance," Bran says. "She's beautiful, at least, and is good at manipulating people. Joffrey is unpredictable, and nasty -"
"Bran, don't talk about Joffrey like that," Sansa says. "I am sure that with his looks and charisma, and with his lady mother - " she pointedly ignores Theon's chortle - "he will get many, many sponsors." But whether or not he will know how to use those sponsors, I don't know.
"Gods, Sansa, grow up," Arya moans. "Face it, Joffrey's not going to last long, and you know it."
"How would I?" Sansa cries, and Robb lays a restraining hand on her arm. "You never know what they'll do with the arena, what weapons they'll give, or what! And - and - at least he has more of a chance than those kids from 8!"
"I wouldn't underestimate them," says Bran pointedly. "Remember Johanna Mason?"
Silence.
Sansa sighs. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing I'll be with Joffrey until the games," she says. "Comfort him, and those things."
Oh, as if he needs comforting.
Catelyn smiles at her daughter wistfully. "You will make a fine escort, dear," she says. "Don't forget, though, there is still Lady Daenerys..."
Sansa gives her mother a warm smile. I will try, I really will, I'll do my best to be there for both Joffrey and Daenerys. And I did always want a life in the Capitol, it always seemed so glamorous...
//fin
Questions...?: Can we interact with characters who don't have "roles" in the game?
Do you agree to all rules that apply to you and your character? Yes :)
