ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ𓂃 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑺 。
` ㅤㅤ𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳. ㅤㅤ `
𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 。 rye daniel whitewillow.
𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 。 n/a.
𝐚𝐠𝐞 。 twenty-eight years old.
𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 。 october twenty-fourth.
𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 。 district five.
𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 。 afro-cuban.
𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 。 father (deceased, freid whitewillow), mother (deceased, evelynn whitewillow), twin brother (freen whitewillow), younger brother (elyas whitewillow), younger brother (syen whitewillow), younger sister (dylla whitewillow).
` ㅤㅤ 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬. ㅤ ㅤ `
𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 。 dark brown and questioning, untrusting and unflinching, the type that has seen it all ─ perpetually unimpressed, though sometimes slightly amused.
𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 。 natural and worn with pride, dark brown waves and curls that have refused the capitol’s treatment time and time again ─ a token of his heritage and a reminder of who he truly is.
𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 。 187cm ─ 6′2.
𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 。 91.6kg ─ 202lbs.
𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 。 muscular, toned, sharp edged and lethal, shaped at first by manual labor, then by training as a tribute, and then by a survivor instinct of readiness, as if his trauma in the arena could be relived at any given minute.
𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 。 a single tattoo, gotten the day before the reaping when he was fourteen ─ willow tree in white ink on his right wrist, not bigger than two inches, nothing but a reminder of who he was doing it all for.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 。 a scar on his left thigh from trying to jump a fence and getting caught in the wire.
` ㅤㅤ 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀. ㅤ ㅤ `
𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 。 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤-𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 。 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 。 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 。 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 。 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 。 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 。 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 。 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 。 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 。 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 。 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 。 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 。 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 。 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 。 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 。 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 。 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 。 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 。 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 。 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 。 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 。 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 。 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠 。 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ𓂃 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑺 。
` ㅤㅤ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐒. ㅤ ㅤ `
the justice scale was tipped against his family from the get go: in a system that was rigged against the likes of them, how could he ever aspire to thrive when surviving alone proved itself a challenge each day? district five was far from impoverished, and yet he was two to three shades darker than the residents that could go about life without taking tesserae. rye could not remember a time when he did not despise the capitol, and it was mainly due to his father’s influence. freid whitewillow was known to mock the power plant at the district's core even as he worked at it each day, and rye believed that was the reason he was killed, which only added fuel to the fire pit of hate that he built against president snow. looking around district five, he saw wealth beyond his comprehension all around him, and grew to resent it as his hands grew calloused from working construction at the rocky mountains for the maintenance of the hydroelectric dam. the world was an unfair place, and he fundamentally believed in changing it.
` ㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒. ㅤ ㅤ `
his unwavering drive came from reciting the names of his siblings like a mantra, from oldest to youngest: freen. elyas. syen. dylla. freen. elyas. syen. dylla. the only thing that kept him going year after year was the urge to provide for them after their father’s passing. nothing in the world mattered as much as making sure they were all well fed, properly clothed, and tucked into bed with a kiss goodnight. he would take on extra shifts until the knuckles of his fingers bled raw with a smile on his face if it meant buying little dylla a pink bow for her hair, or affording to send elyas on a field trip with school. freen, his twin, once used to put in just as much effort, and rye did it for him too: the harder he worked, the less freen would have to if he ever came back home.
` ㅤㅤ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄. ㅤ ㅤ `
growing up, he hated the way he looked and how fundamentally different he was from those around him but, as he grew older, he could not help but find that where there was strength, there was also beauty. rye is fundamentally proud of who he is ─ he is by no means arrogant, but he is aware of how strong he and freen had to be to overcome the obstacles of becoming the providers for a family of six at fourteen. he likes the side of himself that refuses to quit no matter the challenge. having taught himself that winning was the only option despite the hardships, he learned to look in the mirror each day and see a winner. he would bet on himself against all odds.















