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[knightley--phillip]

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

Name: Phillip Knightley Age: 28 District: One Occupation: Retired Career, still living off his parents’ Victor spoils Magic: None Opinion on the Games: Pro… in theory…

TW DEATH MENTION, BURNING MENTION 

All the Knightley children trained as Careers in order to uphold the good nation of Swynem and live up to their parent’s legacy — both Hubert and Edelrgard had won their Games some years ago, back-to-back, and were quite the talk of the Capitol when they got together.

But none of the Knightley boys ever got Reaped. And they were never quick enough to volunteer. Year after year went by, and while they trained, none of them ever had to face the horrors of the Arena.

Except for Primrose.

Rosie got Reaped just two years ago — after all her older brothers had aged out. Everyone in District One wanted to give the Knightleys a chance for glory, considering they hadn’t  been able to in previous years. And she would’ve had a chance — she was deadly with an axe, just like her mother, and she was quick and cunning. But there was some bloody Tribute from Six who charmed his way into getting a devastating bit of Fey’s and he burned down the Arena without mercy.

Phillip watched his little sister burn to death on the screen.

Since then, he’s been wondering if it’s all worth it…

[darling-lost-boy]

“i am not a fool entire / no, i know what is coming / you'll bury me beneath the trees i climbed / when i was a child / i know i shouldn't love you / but i do...”

Name: Daniel Darling Age: 18 District: Four -- fishing Magic?: Half-Ningyo Occupation: Boat Painter; Legion Soldier Opinion on the Games: Member of the Legion. Danny has seen what the Games have done to his family. He doesn’t think he has much to give, but he wants to help anyway.

Biography

Danny’s sister was reaped when he was just a kid. Only two years into his own name being put into the reaping. Honestly, he doesn’t remember much from his sister’s game. Probably, because he spent most of it hiding. What he remembers is the before and the after. 

Before the Games, Jane was teaching him how to sail. Before the Games, Danny was going to go out on the boats with her and they were going to get food for their family and make money and live a good, honest life. They played pretend and they laughed together. 

After the Games, Jane never laughed. After the Games, Jane scared Danny. Just a little bit. His sister was still alive, but it felt like the Capitol stole her anyway. The Capitol stole everything from Danny: his dad, his cousin, his sister, his cousin’s voice. He had an anger, burning in the pit of his stomach, even if he never let it out. 

So, when he found out about the Legion, he joined up immediately. Of course he didn’t tell his sister, knowing that she would tell him to stop, that it was too dangerous. But it was his turn now. Jane had already saved their family. 

[sailor--thomas]

“can't you see i'm sorry? / i will make it worth your while. / i'm made of dead man's money / you can see it in my smile. / oh, lazarus, how did your debts get paid? / oh, lazarus, were you so afraid? / when the fires have surrounded you / and the whole wide world's comin' after you / i’ve got blood on my name…”

Name: Thomas Harrington -- the Bloody Butcher Age: 26 District: Five -- livestock and agriculture Magic?: None Occupation: Victor of 282th Hunger Games; Legion Soldier Opinion on the Games: Member of the Legion. Hates what the Games did to him and wants to make someone pay for it. He doesn’t really care how it all ends up, as long as he gets to take a shot at the people who made him a monster.

Biography

tw: death, animal death, blood, gore

No one, really, in District Five was lucky, but Tom was more unlucky than most.

After all, he was reaped at only twelve years old. Everyone thought he was done for. So sad, they said. His father dead and two of his sisters aged out of the reaping, unable to put in tesserae for their family. The boy didn’t have a chance. 

There were a few things they didn’t account for: that Tom loved his sisters more than anything and knew that his death most likely meant theirs too, that he had already been an apprentice at a butcher’s shoppe since he was ten, and that those with a lot to lose are more determined than any other Tribute in the arena. He won hearts easy during his interview, crying real, scared tears while he was on stage. The Capitol was endeared to the young boy--as they usually were to the young ones (though, they never bet on them.)  

When he survived the Cornucopia, a few more people started to pay attention to him. The next night, when he stole an axe from a sleeping Career and split their skull before dashing off into the night, the sponsorships started pouring in. 

Tom’s axe was an extension of his own arm: he knew just where to slice to hit an artery, knew just how to cut to kill someone fast or kill them slow. He hadn’t intended it--he was just trying to survive--but there was no denying he put on a show. Each of his kills where bloodier than the last and when he finally finished off the last Tribute and the Capitol came to pick him up from the arena, he was so drenched in it that it dripped from him onto the shiny chrome platform they made him stand on as they crowned his bloody curls.

He found out later that while he was in the Games, he had earned the nickname “the Bloody Butcher.” It wasn’t incorrect. Tom went home. Tom mentored. Tom did whatever the Capitol wanted of him, but he was a husk of his former self. He earned a reputation for having a temper and many in the District tend to leave him to himself. 

Not much for talking, he works on his family’s farm, tending to the horses that sow the fields.

[lou-bonfightme]

“loathe the way they light candles in rome / but love the sweet air of the votives / hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone / engage with the pain as a motive / today of all days, see / how the most dangerous thing is to love / how you will heal and you'll rise above...”

Name: Toulouse Henri Bonfamille Age: 26 District: Capitol Citizen Magic?: None Occupation: Former Gamemaker; Legion Doctor; Codename: [redacted] Opinion on the Games: It’s complicated. Toulouse benefited from great privilege for most of his life and never really thought much about the Districts. However, now he has seen first hand the cruelty of the Capitol: in the capture of his brother and the threat to little Opal’s life if she is ever put back in her district, he is more willing to entertain the idea of a new system of government.

Biography

In Toulouse’s opinion, he once had a perfect life. Apprenticing his father as a Gamemaker, he enjoyed stretching his creative mind to develop new ways to keep the Games fresh and interesting. He did not think much about the Games himself (he honestly couldn’t stomach the violence.) In a way, he was able to separate what he was doing from what he saw on the screens. If there was any conflict in him it was between following his father’s expectations and becoming a Gamemaker and following the career he studied in school: medicine. (He was not so interested in cosmetic surgeries, but even the Capitol needed doctors.)

He was popular, comfortable, and successful. Why should he question it?

And then, his brother betrayed him. Stealing his codes, he almost got himself and their entire family killed. The siblings managed to escape with their lives, but for months, Toulouse was furious with his brother for putting him in this position. Gone were the comforts of his life in the Capitol. He knew hunger for the first time and cold and heat--he had blisters! 

Toulouse was offered refuge in Enchantra begrudgingly. There was no doubt that his intimate knowledge of how the Gamemakers worked was invaluable, but he refused to talk about it. At least, at first...

A few months after he and his family arrived, another group showed up and this one with a heavily pregnant woman accompanied by a man he only barely recognized as a former Victor--so dirty and disgusting they all were. Soon after, the woman gave birth and Enchantra realized that it had no well-trained doctors. Reluctantly, Toulouse helped the woman deliver her baby successfully.

After that, he found that he was charmed by the child. And it dawned on him after a few...impassioned conversations with her mother--that if she were living in the Districts, there was a strong possibility that she would be reaped to participate in the games.

The longer that Toulouse stays with the Legion, the more he realizes that while, perhaps, his life had been perfect, it had been a poor imitation of a real life. The illusion shattered, he was willing to be a more active member of the Capitol’s downfall, but--

When his brother was captured by the Capitol on a routine mission, Lou’s care for destroying the Games fell far behind his want to get his brother back. And while the rest of the Legion prioritizes ending the Games at all costs--no matter who that cost is--Toulouse cares only for getting his brother back and keeping the people he loves safe.

But when the people he loves’ ideas conflict with his own--will he bend or will they break? 

[gem-mohanty]

"bout to the light fuse, i got really nothing to lose / tired of living this blues i got much life to do / all of my life waiting for this, waiting to live in happiness / counted me out from the get go / but i believed in myself ever since so / remember my name, never forget / light the fuse, spark begins...”

Name: Gem Morey Age: 23 District: District Six -- Lumber and Mining; Legion Soldier Magic?: Pyrokinesis  Occupation: Victor Opinion on the Games: Firmly against. Gem hates the Capitol with every bone in his body. 

Biography

tw death, burning (nondescript), peacekeeper brutality (mentioned/nondescript), drugs (nondescript)

Life in Six isn’t easy. 

Gem Morey knows that more than most. From a young age, he was labeled by Peacekeepers as a troublemaker. Just because of his powers. They were so repressed, Gem terrified of using them, that sometimes the flames would explode out of him--hitting people near him, including Peacekeepers. 

For most of his childhood, he was kept on a strict regiment of suppressants. 

He supposes that’s the best thing about winning: Peacekeepers mostly leave him alone these days. 

Well, that and the fact he can provide for his family. Most of his brothers are able to take their names out of the tesserae, though even a Victor’s winning won’t feed nine people. So, they do what they can to survive.  

That was what Gem had done in the arena too: whatever he could to survive. To make it back to his family and his home. From the start he had a plan: get sponsors and convince them to send him a red Fey’s Gold. 

The plan worked better than he expected and on the first night of the games, after the bloody Cornucopia, a little parachute with a package. Inside: a little red pill. Gem knew he had 24 hours now and he had to get to work.

His games were the fastest in living memory. Less than 48 hours. 

Sometimes he hears the screams in his sleep still, but at least his family was safe now...

Or--so he thought. 

When his brother was reaped, Gem felt the fear through his whole body. He wanted to volunteer. He wanted to do something, but there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t even allow him to mentor his own brother. So, he had to say goodbye to him with everyone else. 

Though, he’s told his brother to keep hope: the Legion has a plan and if he can just make it to the end...maybe he can make it out too.

[thorns-ofthe-thistle]

"you and i nursing on a poison that never stung / our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it / somewhere for this, death and guns / we are deaf, we are numb / free and young and we can feel none of it...”

Name: Theodore Barrie Age: 31 District: Capitol Citizen Magic?: Fae -- has telekinesis and a skunk tail Occupation: Socialite Opinion on the Games: Bring on the entertainment!

Biography

tw lack of regard for human life lmao

Theodore was born in the lap of luxury. His grandmother was a revolutionary stylist in her time and his father was a gamemaker, which meant that he was always invited to the best parties. Growing up, Theodore wanted for absolutely nothing: food, shelter, clothing were easily abundant. So was affection: in the form of lovers, devoted friends, and admiring fans. 

The circles he runs in don’t question the deaths they see every year. To them it is any other reality television show that plays throughout the year in the Capitol. The fact that these are people with family rarely crosses Theodore’s mind, unless they have family back home--which makes them a more sympathetic tribute to cheer for. 

He is looking forward to these games. After all, he’s got a lot of money riding on this game and the pay out will be totally worth it. 

[i-want-candy]

“i don't wanna put the hurt on you / but you better believe me / when i tell you that i finally got the dirt on you, / you're busted...”

Name: Candace Gertrude Flynn Age: 19 District: Three – Technology and Transportation Magic?: None Occupation: Peacekeeper Opinion on the Games: Was mostly indifferent growing up. She was scared that she would be reaped, of course--but she also saw it as a necessary evil to keep order. However, now that her stepbrother has been reaped...well, maybe she feels a little differently.

Biography

Candace always kept her head down. You know, there were rumors that those who misbehaved were intentionally reaped. So, Candace believed from a young age that if she and her family just did everything they were supposed to do, nothing bad would happen to them. 

That was why she was selected to be trained as a Peacekeeper and was even allowed to return to her district with her best friend once all was said and done. She’s had a pretty easy life since then. It would be easier if her little brothers would manage to stay out of trouble, but that has never been in their nature. And, yeah, maybe Candace has hacked their records before to wipe them partially clean--delete a misdemeanor here or there to make sure they never went over the limit...

Now, she wonders if her meddling caused her stepbrother to be reaped. After all--

Candace broke the rules and those who misbehaved are intentionally reaped...

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

“we'll be the proud remainers / here till the morning breaks us / we run away from real life thoughts tonight... / when i watch the world burn all i think about is you...”

Name: Simba Bonfamille-Lyons Age: 29 District: Two – Power and Masonry Magic?: None Occupation: Victor of 297th Hunger Games; Legion Soldier; Refugee; Codename: Tango Opinion on the Games: Member of the Legion. Was recruited by Fox after his games and joined because he doesn’t want to live in a world where people are constantly fearing for the safety of those they love. Now, he fears for the safety of the one he loves most and will do anything to get him back, including take on the Capitol by himself if he has to. 

Biography

tw: death, torture (nondescript), Finnick vibes (also nondescript)

Simba Bonfamille-Lyons, once known as Simba Lyons, once known as the darling of the Capitol. 

A surprising Volunteer from Two, Simba stepped up not for a chance of glory, but to save his little cousin from being reaped. His volunteering caused controversy: some believed that he did it nobly, some believed he was lying for clout, but soon--all fell for his charm either way. 

When he left the Games, Simba thought it would be done. He could go home and live peacefully with his mother and father. 

That was not what happened. His Victory Tour ended with a very clear message from the Capitol: do what we say, or your family will suffer for it. Simba, filled with justified rage at the threats to his family, quickly turned his heart against the Capitol and the Games. Still, he did his duty. First, to protect his family. Then, to gain information from those in the Capitol that might be of use to the Legion. 

However, the most important information would come from someone he did not loathe with every fiber of his being: Berlioz Bonfamille. Known son of a gamemaker and lesser known Legion member. The two were quickly entrenched in a secret love affair on both sides: the Legion would see it as compromising the mission and the Capitol would certainly not like to know their Victor’s heart was won by one person. 

They got so close to their dreams, but at the last moment, the keycode that they had stolen from Berlioz’s brother didn’t work and the Capitol was set into a strict lockdown as they swept the city and the Districts for signs of rebellion. Simba, Berlioz, and Berlioz’s siblings, barely escaped the Capitol.

For years, they managed to make it to Enchantra, where they hid for several years. At first, it was bliss to be together--openly. They got married as quickly as possible and enjoyed their freedom. But soon, that freedom turned sour as another Hunger Games rose before them. Simba grew restless, going on more and more dangerous missions. Ber did his part, going on low risk supply runs.

Until a mission to District Six to supply winter clothing went awry and Berlioz was captured by the Capitol. It is certain they didn’t know who they had until they were back but now that won’t give him up.

For the last year, Simba has tortured himself, imagining what it is they are doing to his husband and pleading with the Legion to free him. The Legion has been reluctant: what is one Capitol citizen to bringing down the entire Capitol? 

But to Simba: love is worth it. It is a hard thing to come by in Swynem, and for good reason--love gives the Capitol leverage over you. Still, love, above all, is worth it to Simba.

As both the Capitol and the Legion turn on him, what will Simba choose?