[DEVERY JACOBS, FEMALE, SHE/HER] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes PIXEL BARDOT, a DISTRICT 3 MENTOR. Word around The Capitol is that they’re RESILIENT AND INTREPID but can also be STUPID AND EGOCENTRIC. According to sources, they’re THIRTY and were once described as the sweet ache of sore muscles building strength, dissociation by drug-addled dancing on tabletops, electricity sparking up like a firework against a black canvas sky, how satisfied that savage feeling is when something finally breaks, only boring people get bored. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!
BIOGRAPHY
Kodak and Damini Bardot remain among the most lavishly wealthy in District 3. Several suspected they would eventually make the move into the Capitol. However, Kodak preferred a more hands on approach to handling the family business, and Damini built the labs to her perfect specifications here. They were arguably the largest suppliers of screens and holograms in all of Panem. They even had special contracts with the President. Damini’s keen mind for technological upgrades, and Kodak’s business acumen ensured they could build an empire during their young lives, which in turn, meant they sacrificed other ambitions. The Bardot’s always intended to have children, but as time moved steadily on, it was no longer a viable option for them. They turned to adoption, and the lucky twins who came to be their family were named Bokeh and Pixel.
The twins were raised with every luxury that the District could afford which, admittedly, wasn’t as much as the Capitol, but certainly better than a vast majority of other districts. They both had tutors for general education and soon developed talents and passions all their own. Bokeh was a smart boy. He impressed teachers of every subject and, much like his mother, had a keen mind for inventive technology. Pixel, however, was not equally inclined. She showed absolutely no advantage in her schooling. In fact, she failed almost every academic exam given to her. She was abysmally obtuse with any screen, keyboard, chip, or circuit put in her hands. Instead, Pixel excelled with her dance instructor and then with an acrobatics coach. She was agile and strong, a natural athlete. The Bardot’s tried not to make their disappointment obvious, but it was no secret who would be taking over the business.
Despite that, Kodak and Damini encouraged each twin with both words and funds. Bokeh was given endless supplies to tinker and craft with while Pixel was trained physically. Soon enough, she expanded her interests to martial arts and combat training. The Bardot’s even attempted to enroll Pixel in the same lessons as other Careers, but there was not much available in their District. Not because they wanted her to volunteer for the games, quite the opposite, but because that would mean she had the best. Truly, Pixel adored the physicality of training, loved how it felt to move, run, jump, and fight. However, she got easily bored. When Pixel wasn’t riding the adrenaline high from athletics, she found other, less reputable, ways to fulfill that need. It started with little risks: climbing up the rogue architecture of buildings, sneaking drinks from her parent’s bar, tests of strength or constitution in venues that she certainly wasn’t old enough to frequent. When all that became boring too, the little menace moved on to larger risks: jumping from rooftop to rooftop, buying hits from shady Morphlings, seeing how long she could take a taser in the chest and stay on her feet. It was all a laugh to her. Besides, her parents had proven several times over that they would pay the way to hush up any trouble she caused.
When the twins finally became old enough for the Reaping, no one expected Pixel to be drawn during their first year. Bokeh looked terrified as he heard the name echo through the main square. Pixel, on the other hand, seemed excited. Of course no one volunteered on her behalf. She wouldn’t really want them to. This was a competition like no other. The surprisingly strong girl earned an immediate reputation. Most tributes from District 3 were lean, almost feeble, and pallid. Their skillset relied on the electronics trade. Those who won often did so by taking advantage of that knowledge. Pixel was, by all appearances, in another class entirely. She had the toned and well-defined muscles of a gymnast and fighter, and stood decidedly imposing compared to the rest of her District. That became a rather large hook for her character before the games began. No one quite knew what to expect.
The games that year were hosted on a salt flat. When the tributes were brought into the arena, there was nothing but flat mirror earth beneath them, a deadly sun above, the Cornucopia in front of them, and the movement of some indistinguishable animals in the far distance. Most tributes realized quickly that there was nowhere to hide and water was going to be their most valued possession. It was one of the most violent bloodbaths in recent history. Pixel was responsible for six of the ten deaths on day one. Those who survived ran as far as they could with nothing. The first night was tense. The second night, it rained. Those who managed to catch some of that water managed to hold out longer. The rest perished from dehydration and exhaustion. Pixel made a base camp inside the cornucopia, but got bored on day four and started to hunt. She managed to catch a few other tributes, but it was going slow and the original supply of water was running low. It rained again, but this time muttations were released into the arena. They were electrified and meant to use the thin layer of water to amplify their range of voltage. Pixel survived through a sponsor gift; a thin rubber sheet just large enough to fit both feet. She climbed to the top of Cornucopia and tried to wait it out, but the rain would not cease. With only three Tributes left, Pixel instincts screamed that she had to move to win since time was not on their side. She took the rubber mat and managed to wrangle it around one of the electric muttations to keep it in her grasp.
Pixel won the games, but lost her left hand in the process. She also suffered some severe nerve damage and burned all her hair off. That eventually grew back, but the hand did not. She had it replaced with a fiberoptic prosthetic designed by her mother and brother. After the tour, Pixel retired to the Victor’s Village for a grand total of three months. Then she got bored again and decided to do what her parents should have done years and years ago; she moved to the Capitol. The party life was insane. It suited her.
What called Pixel back to District 3 was the current mentor, the man who trained her, had a proper mental breakdown. He could no longer stand to send lottery winners year after year. They needed someone to train the new crop of Tributes. So Pixel agreed to do it. She would get bored of the Capitol soon anyway, and then what? She excelled in getting those Tributes physically ready. District 3 needed advice on how to gain muscle and stamina. However, Pixel struggled to help conceive of more quietly strategic methods of victory.
STATS
Deceive; 1
Fight; 3
Lore (knowledge); 1
Notice; 1
Physique; 3
Provoke; 2
Rapport; 1
Resourcefulness; 2
Stealth; 2
Will; 3
EXTRAS
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HEADCANONS
Pixel is pansexual and rather active about it. She had no qualms or hesitation about crawling into bed with just about anyone (at anytime). Sexuality also played a large part in Pixel’s schtick before her games.
Once she moved to the Capitol, Pixel experimented with a few other body modifications. The most notable of which are iridescent circuit-like tattoos across the expanse of her body.
Pixel is not what she would call a drug addict. She is, but she has certainly made it appear more like over-indulgent fun.
The best way I can describe Pixel is not a bimbo, but very specifically a female himbo.
Finally. Some alone time. Sort of. Pix was in a park, laying in the grass, hands resting under his head and elbows pointed out. It wasn't like a swingset and plastic slide type park, just like a plaza type thing. He was just watching the clouds really. It would have been perfect if there wasn't that one annoying kid running and screaming about. Well, you'd just have to ignore that, Pix. Focus on relaxing.
It was already an off day for Pix. Now he just had to cash in this check from work, and it would be all done. He could go home and take about eighty naps, and eat seven tons of food. Yeah, that sounded very nic--
Are you fucking serious?
These goddamn idiots just barged into the bank wearing fucking balaclavas and holding up guns and man he just wanted to eat pizza but instead he got a gun pointed at him and was forced to lay on the ground.
The look on his face was a cross between somewhat nervous, and downright annoyed. It was a peculiar mix, really. Pix wasn't too sure how to feel about it. He used a fake I.D. to get into this dumb bar, but most of the time he spent there he was rejecting annoying chicks or stubborn dudes. It gave him a big ego boost though, which he sort of needed right then. Hey, the whole free drinks thing was pretty cool though, he had to admit.
--Well that was awfully rude. Man, people sucked. They could have said excuse me or something, but whatever. Just a group of joggers. Pix was invested into his phone, checking social networking, text messages, emails. Nothing really new. Same old crap. Anyway, the joggers just sort of pushed him out of the way. Like a leaf in the middle of a tornado. Got him a bit disoriented.
