[ PHILLIPA SOO, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] Â well, if it isnât raicheal t'ang, our resident ASSISTANT GAMEMAKER ! iâm so excited to see what theyâll be bringing to the table this year. theyâre thirty-two years old, & theyâve been in this position for three years. i hope theyâre ready for the publicity â the tabloids have already started talking about them ! anyways, i got to meet them once, & theyâre a lot like pearl necklaces, red bottom stilettos, a wicked smile, an ironically innocent voice, & hoop earrings.
raicheal was adopted by her uncle and aunt because her birth mother was not mentally fit to raise her.Â
she was an only child was spoiled tremendously by her family, and was given everything she ever wantedÂ
the hunger games was her favorite thing. she could talk about it all year long, all day long. she made it her business to know everything in front and behind the scenesÂ
after college she secured an internship with games, and her career with them officially began.Â
her career comes first and is the primary influence in every decision she makes; nothing and no one can get in the way of her and her road to becoming the first female head gamemaker.Â
while she has been through trials and tribulations to come out the other side smelling like roses, she has been constantly undermined and under appreciation, leaving her to turn to vindictive methods to get to where she wants to be.Â
right under the nose of seneca crane, she knows that her time is coming.Â
[ EMMY RAVER-LAMPMAN, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] Â Â introducing proserpina rollins, VICTOR of the 68th hunger games, representing district one. my sources say that they are thirty years old, & that theyâre pretty handy with poison &weaponry . wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you canât miss them, because they remind everyone of a switchblade, poison gloves, needles, &fangs.
hi friends! this is my first baby, and i'd love to plot with you all! iâm very excited to be here.Â
name: proserpina josephine rollinsÂ
nickname: pp, pina, prosi, pj.Â
dob: feb 27th 1990
birthplace: district one.Â
gender: cis womanÂ
sexuality: panromantic pansexualÂ
marital status: married.Â
occupation: medical doctor
education: md. phd in biochemistry & pharmaceuticsÂ
myers briggs: intjÂ
moral alignment: lawful good.
pina was born into the rollins family, a family notorious for itâs members being reaped into the games. many called it luck, many called it honor, pina did not see it that way. she considered it a curse. family members, dying for the entertainment of the capitol. her home was filled of tributes to her family members that had fallen. no one had ever made it out the other side. she was training the moment she learned to walk, along her twin sister. it was clear throughout training that she was the stronger of the two physically, but naturally she had a compassionate heart, and the idea of having to take the life of another was a big fear that haunted her consciously and subconsciously.Â
during the 68th hunger games, her sister was announced to be the tribute to represent the district. while her family thrilled, pina knew that if she entered the games she would die. knowing she had a better chance of succeeding she volunteered to take her spot, relinquishing her twin from the terrors she had accepted. from that moment she grew cold, calculated, throwing fake smiles and enthusiasm for the cameras. while other tributes would primarily depend on  weaponry to help them in the games, she would depend on the earth and what she provides, more specifically, poison. her infatuation with poison and her chemistry with it would make her known to the game spectators as the viperâs vixen. when the games started she vowed she wouldnât have to make an offensive attack unless she had to. it wasnât until the last three nights, where she set poison traps that eliminated three competitors, trying to make them go as painlessly as possible. at the last night she had to physically defend herself against another career tribute from district two. she had dipped the knives in poison that was sponsored to her as she gutted the girl in leg. she wouldnât attack her anymore as she fell to the ground unable to move. she sat next to her  and talked to her until she passed, leaving a traumatized and guilt ridden proserpina rollins, the victor of the 68th hunger games, and a trailblazer in her family.Â
after her wins, she lived as quiet a life she could. while all her family could do was boast, she wanted to return to a life where she didnât have to worry about the games. but how easy was that with the capitol calling her back for victor interviews and mentoring sessions with new young, promising people? every year she went, every year the capitol took a piece of her essence. she was still able to stay in school, become a doctor and help people the best she could. she felt it was the only way to truly redeem herself from her actions in the games. Â Â
Well, Stefania certainly had some sass in her today. The bright smile on Raviâs face fell to a murderous glare for the briefest of moments before bouncing back into a content smirk. âWhereâd you learn that trash talk? The pathetic competitors during your Games?â
Ravi sipped at her drink again, sizing the young woman up. After a moment, she saw Stef scratch at the tattoo on her wrist, and a light bulb went off. âStefania. You canât possibly be mad at me for my Games? All those years ago? You were in the Arena yourself - you know itâs kill or be killed. If it makes you feel any better, I quite enjoyed fighting Ariadne. She was a marvelous opponent, unlike just about everyone else in my Games.â
Ravi took another measured sip from her champagne as Stef downed hers. âYou seem so on edge! What say you we let bygones be bygones and have a good clean Games this year? And Iâll start that off with a piece of advice: donât get sentimental on your Tributes. One, it only will end in heartbreak and two, the Sponsors donât give two shits about the families. If you actually want to help your Tributes, hype them up. Get excited about the Games. Play them. Weâre on the other side now, Stefania. Hop to it.âÂ
With that, Ravi drained the rest of her wine.
đźđđđ»đ¶đđŸđ¶'đ đ»đ¶đžđ đđđđ đ đ¶đđ đ¶đ đœđđ đđđđčđ đ»đđ đ¶ đđ đđŸđ đđđžđđđč đ·đđ»đđđ đ·đđžđđđŸđđ đ»đđđđđđđđč đŸđ đđ¶đđ. âThat wasnât trash talk. I donât stoop down to the childlike behavior of your niche.â She responds with a snarl as she sips on her second glass. As she heard her auntâs name come out of her mouth she broke the champagne glass and pointed it in the direction of her neck. âDonât you, ever, breathe her name to me. Ever. I donât give a fuck about the games. I killed people too. And people hate me for it. Rightfully so. But I show respect. Youâre an apathetic sociopath. You were heartless.â
She gasps as she slowly drops the glass as she turns around, grabs a tequila shot and downs it. âYou may be okay and wired like a robot but I have my humanity. I remember how I got here just enough without letting it take me over, because Iâm a decent fucking person. Thereâs no excitement.We may have trained for this, but if they play their cards wrong...or stabbed in the back, they become memories. So you do things your way, and Iâll do things mine.âÂ
"đœđ...đđđđ đđ¶đŸđč đđ đčđđ¶đ." đđ¶đ»đ»đđđ đ»đđŸđ đ đœđđ đœđđ¶đč đđ đđđđ đ·đ¶đžđ đ¶đ đđœđ đ đ¶đđ¶đčđ đ¶đđč đđžđđ»đ»đ. saffronâs desire to show out during these games was alive and well, and can only increase at this rate. the question was how quickly. her family was around somewhere enjoying the parade. her happily married parents and her siblings, cheering on the tributes. âI think the fashion show happens to be rather cute. They have their fun now, we have ours in a few. It seems fair.â She twirls her hair with her finger, smiling softly.
          đ  đđđđđ  đđđđđđ  đđ  đđđ  supposed  glory  that  comes  with  victory  in  games  that  are  painted  as  a  majestic  trial  of  puppets  to  please  their  almighty  master  ,  her  eye  catches  juniperâs  timid  frame  and  all  hopes  of  shying  away  immediately  vanish  .  there  is  no  peaceful  retreat  when  she  has  already  been  spotted  ,  no  escape  that  doesnât  carry  the  brand  of  cowardice  that  juniper  has  been  made  aware  that  she  cannot  carry  .  an  encounter  with  another  victor  ,  a  reprimand  where  she  was  prompted  to  embrace  the  cruelty  that  comes  so  naturally  to  some  .  told that fear  does  not  make  her  worthy  of  a  crown , she is left to grasp at any darkness within her in hopes of hardening her exterior in preparation for a battle where the stakes rise higher than they have ever been  .  juniper  stands tall in the face of a victor  ,  even  when  her  knees  threaten  to  buckle  beneath  her  own  weight  with  every  step  that  the  woman  takes  in  her  direction  âââââ  no  you  werenât  ,  and  juniper  has  been  read  accurately  .  a  gulp  ,  yet  no  fear  is  swallowed  back  âââââ  it  lingers  on  every  pore  ,  ever  present  . she may not be the soft , innocent girl she once was , yet juniper is far from the evil that nero waterway expected of her âââââ no , sheâs just so scared . â i  am  , â juniper  says  ,  with  a  small  nod  .  it  carries  no  pride  .  only  the  grim  reluctance  of  a  girl  who  has  accepted  the  fact  that  she  must  fight  for her own survival  .  â though i guess fighting for my life is a bit more accurate . â
   đźđđđ»đ¶đđŸđ¶ đđđčđ đžđđđđđ đđđđđŸđđ đ¶đđđđđč. âItâs very smart of you to get a quick look around before you attempt to impress the snooty gamemakers and their snooty douche guests.â She offers an encouraging smile. âIâm not on official duty myself but you know. I get dragged out to this nonsense every year. Itâs not great but itâs better than dying.â She sighs. She was looking at a tribute and she was thinking of the Archembaults. A family from her home who had both kids reaped at once. The Dugues are no stranger to the games. Stef was the first victor to come out alive. Alive she was. But scarred. âIâve been hauled around or so many years after I won and I still...struggle when it comes to what to say. There is nothing we can say to make things easier. Not even âIâm sorryâ. Even though I am.â She offers a hand, âStefania Dugue. District 1. But Stef or Steffi works.â
Ravinia was thrilled to be in the Capitol to watch the Parade. The pomp and the glamor, the ritz and the sizzle - it left her with a permanent, beaming smile on her face. And how majestic the District Two Tributes had looked! Not as good as she had back in her day, of course. But nonetheless, they were fabulous.
Ravi allowed herself one moment of fond remembrance. Her own Tribute Parade, the warm applause of the adoring crowd, the way Caesarâs hair changed color overnight. Ravi almost got lost, but was snapped back to the present by the man in front of her. âOh, yes, fabulous!â she replied, hoping it was appropriate. The man smiled and excused himself - hopefully Ravi had secured some funding for her Tributes. She took a sip from an oversized champagne flute when someone roughly passed behind her, nearly causing her to spill her wine.
She turned to see the lovely Stefania Dugue - now there was a throwback to her own Games. âOh, as I live and breathe! Stefania Dugue!â Ravi raised her glass in a small salute. âI feel like I havenât seen you in ages. How have you been? I am obsessed with the Tributes from One this year. They looked marvelous in their chariots. Not quite as good as my Theodore and Grier, but not too bad, not too bad.â She gave a roguish wink and sipped at her wine. âReady to see District One fall to District Two again?â
đźđđđ»đ¶đđŸđ¶ đđđđđđč đœđđ đđđđ, đ¶đđđđđ đđŸđžđ đđ đœđđ đđđđđ¶đžđœ. Listening to her ramble enthusiastically about the games, didnât help. She lightly scratched her wrists as her aunts name stretched out her skin. The shit in her lab could make her killer suffer for weeks, months even before she perished. But that would bring more trouble for Stefania. She had been more vocal for her disdain for her and the games, yet here she was. She raised her hand to cut her off. âHow lovely, as the years go by your brain melts and your skin sags. The Archembaults are in my thoughts and Iâm gonna make sure that family doesnât lose two kids. Not for the gamesâ sake. But for them.â She scoffed as she took two glasses from the waiter and downed one instantly.Â
      đŻđœđŸđ đđđ¶đ'đ đđ¶đđđ đđ¶đđđđč đđœđ đđŸđđđœ đđ¶đđđ đđœđ¶đ đźđ¶đ»đ»đđđ đœđ¶đ đ·đđđ đ¶ đ đ¶đđ đđ», đœđđ đ»đđđđđœ đ¶đ đ¶đđđŸđđđ¶đđ đđ¶đđđđ¶đđđ. She could not hold her excitement. Being a part of what makes the games the games kept her alive. She watched the parade eyes wide. Watching each tribute, each person. She read them Their aura, theyâre style. The slightest bit of microexpression. She held onto it. It was gonna do her well when it was go time. She needed this. She needed the games more than ever. The past couple of months were tense and she needed her release. She looked around and made eye contact with Crane. Her blonde waves were looking just the way she wanted. Working with an ex can be trying. But Saffron was not about to be shoved around. Sheâs going to continue working her way up. She throws a wink at Crane before turning away to find her co worker in her eyeshot. She smirks. If anyone was somewhat a threat to what was rightfully hers, it was Winslow Jeong. âWell well well,â she tilts her head as she trots toward them. âItâs quarter to game time. Are you ready? You donât seem ready. But then again, do you ever?âÂ
đžđđđ đđ¶đ đđđ đŸđ đ¶ đđđđč đ đđ¶đžđ đđŸđđœđ đđđ. đ”đđ đœđđđđđđđ, đđœđ đđ¶đ. Her luck was awful. Of course she got picked. But what was left for her in district 3. A family life full of neglect. A childhood full of ignorance. She was more than a oops baby. Maybe if she made it out alive, she could prove herself as such. She sighed as she pulled on a wristband and released it, causing a sting on her wrist. She kept doing it, increasing the stimulus on her wrist. She looked around as her heart palpated at an accelerated rate. She didnât know what to think. How to feel. She wanted to be scared. But fear does nothing positive in her eyes. She had to remember this is real, and that if she doesnât play her cards right. Her days were numbered. She looked over at a young woman and looked away immediately. Social hour wasnât a thing. âTake a picture, itâll last longer.âÂ
   đŻđœđ đąđ¶đđđ đđđđ đđđ¶đđđ đ¶đđđđđč đđœđ đžđđđđđ and Stefania was over it. Being a Dugue. Being a career victor. She wanted to be at home, in the house she earned, playing with poison, playing with chemicals...and of course, helping people the best way she could. But the games...were her duty. She played the game, won. Little did she know this was her life now. There was no running away from the games...until death. She just loved the constant reminder of her victims, and all she has lost to the entertainment of...well, the capitol. the parade was over and she was walking around, greeting people who she thought she should make her presence known to. In her eye shot she saw the one woman she detested more than any one. she looked down at her tattoo. đ¶đđŸđ¶đčđđ. her aunt. her best friend. district one. third place. 59th hunger games. and in her eyes was the woman who one who not only won, but killed her to get there. she continued walk and she shoved her with her shoulder before turning around to scoff, âsorry. didnât see you there.âÂ
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          đđđđđđđ  đđđđđ  đđđđ  đ  đđđđ  room  under  the  cover  that  a  shadowed  corner  provides  .  palms  pressed  against glass that lets her peek inside ,  eyes  roam  over  deathly  equipment  .  broadswords  and  knives  glimmer  in  low  light  ,  though  juniperâs  eyes  skip over  every  blade  that  displays  power  until  landing  on  the  one  weapon  that  her  hand has held .  an  array  of  sickles  âââââ  they  are  different  from  the  ones  she  has  wielded  in  her  lifetime  ,  meant  to  slice  flesh  instead  of  plants  ,  yet  there  is  a  familiarity  in  the  curve  of  the  blade  .  still  ,  the  moment  of  relief  is  short  ââ  lived  and  quickly  followed  by  a  new  bout  of  panic  upon  the  realization  that  juniper  is  not  the  only  one  who  will  enter  the  arena  with  proficiency  in  a  blade  . no , hard work is nowhere near the level of expertise that can be attained through rigorous training . she knows that  her  battle  will  never  be  evenly  matched  ,  not  when  she  is  driven  by  fear  and  others  will  enter  the  arena  feeling  nothing  short  of  glorious  .  breath  quickens  ,  palms  grow  sweaty  against  the  glass  âââââ  the  softest  sound  from  behind  her  is  enough  to  make  juniper  wince  as  she  turns  to  face  a stranger .  there  is  no  crime  in  a sneak peek  at  the  training  room  ,  yet  she  faces  the  other  like  a  thief  caught  with  their  hand  inside  a  wallet  .  â um  âââââ  i  was  just  leaving  . â
      đžđ·đŹđź đȘđ°đȘđČđ·, đŒđœđźđŻđȘđ·đČđȘ đđȘđŒÂ đđ»đȘđ°đ°đźđ into being a part of these games. seven years ago. seven years ago, she was the viperâs vixen: violently killing people and violently getting hurt. she has scars on her body that look like they just appeared yesterday. every year, the capitol outsells these games, and every year stef gets sicker. most days out of the year she lives a quiet life, and sheâs more than grateful to have it. but here she was, a mentor. mentoring these...kids...on how to get through the games when most of them are just set to perish within days. a career victor. so much honor, but at what cost. stefania was being shown around the training center, pretending to be intrigued to maintain her good graces with her family and the capitol. she breaks away from the group to look around herself before noticing a young girl looking around. she decided to approach her. she smiled softly as she made eye contact with her. âno you werenât,â she smiles softly. âyou uh...you competing?âÂ
[ LULU ANTARIKSA, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ]   introducing esme palewski, TRIBUTE of the 74th / year hunger games, representing district 3. my sources say that they are 20 years old, & that theyâre pretty handy with knives, combat and archery wonder if that will do / did them any good in the arena ? anyways, caesar says you canât miss them, because they remind everyone of wicked smile, pompous attitude, combat boots, a half sleeve of tattoos. Â
i will add a bio later i just wanted to put out a plotting call for her too.im gonna go nap now.