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Name: Elia Donsown

Age: Eighteen

District: Seven

Gender: Female

Personality: Elia is truly one of a kind, and while most peple fail to look past her astounding wealth and good looks, dismissing her as just another privileged person who would not hesitate to step over the lower class to obtain success, they really could not be more wrong. Melia is a loud and carefree spirit. She cannot bear the thought of sitting herself down or spending a full day without going on an adventure inside the deep woods scattered within her home District.

She is an useful ally and a worthy oponnent to battle. She speaks in a warm, motherly tone and her smile radiates a bright prospect to those who find themselves in her company. Her attitude and way of coming across is flattering and pleasant, and never would she disdain or purposefully put down another person. She is very courageous and seems incapable of turning down a challenge. Elia strives to be brazen and capable, and is not one to shy away from fights or quit challenging herself in order to obtain improvement, despite being terrified of failure.

Despite having been gifted with extreme wealth, she is still a hard worker, and puts time and thought into tasks, rather than relying entirely on bribing people to do them for her. Moreover, Elia is a witty and genuine young woman. She is quite considerate towards others; always going out of her way to aid another in any way she may view as possible.

Her parents have spent countless of bills in order for her to possess the mindset and intelligence of a true genius, which is why more than often they will shun her whenever she underperforms in an assignment. She's very humble and modest, and unlike popular assumption, she actually hates to be in the spotlight. Another striking feature of Elia is how standoffish she is. She truly wishes to get along with her parents, but their smug nature that clashes with Elia's simplicity is more than enough to spark up fights between them.

Weapon(s): Elia was born in District Seven and raised in extreme proximity to its vast woods, so it is quite evident that she has obtained some skills throughout her life. As she was gifted with an astoundingly wealthy family, she never actually had to perform any manual labor that was too extreme, but she did enjoy helping her friend Jully, the daughter of two lumberjacks, to chop down trees with the use of several hacking tools, such as hatchets choppers, and of course, axes. As the years went by, Elia turned out to be more proficient with a chopper, which is why it became her main weapon in the arena. Elia is also quite skilled with axes, and her great aim allows her to throw one at a moving target with surprising precision.

History:

Note: Written in 1st Person

I was born in District Seven. It was a wasteland filled with poverty and hunger. Its masses were staggeringly thin, and those who managed to afford three meals a day were rare, if not nearly inexistent. I was one of those people. Unlike most citizens, me and my family did not find themselves in a situation of poverty. And no, we didn't just get by. The truth is, we must have been one of the most prestigious, wealthy families of the entire district.

Many envied us. I didn't blame them. What they weren't aware of, however, was that my life was nowhere near as good as they pictured it to be. Some may call me ingrateful for this, but it is the truth. My parents were Mikkel and Claire Donsown, the two prestigious owners of a lumber company that was considered by many to be the best of Panem.

The media perceived them as caring parents and successful workers, which was not completely true. When I was born, my mother did not even bother to give me a name. She was concerned that I would just end up eating up all of her time, and so, she had our housemaid breastfeed me and overall raise me. Her name was Kasha, and I considered her to be my mother. Luckily for my biological mother, Claire, Kasha had had a daughter around the same time my mother gave birth to me, so the two of us grew up together. The two of us, me and Jully, were inseparable. Judging by our appearances, we had nothing in common. Jully had long blonde hair and hypnotic hazel eyes, whereas my hair was strawberry blonde, nearly red, and my eyes were the deepest hue of brown imaginable.

But we did have a lot in common when it came down to personality. We were both naturally cheerful and outgoing, and would often go on what we would call "adventures", a daily event when we would wander the woods of the district searching for small animals and flowers to take home with us. I would usually get yelled at for bringing home a squirrel or any other animal, whereas Kasha would always let Jully keep whatever she found. In the end, Jully would keep all animals the two of us found. I admit that I was a little jealous of it at first, but when we became teenagers and visits to Jully's house became much more common, I was happy to see the little creatures we rescued much more frequently.

But whenever I would close the door of Jully's home behind me, I would return to my own home; to my parents. I never was good enough for them. I was always too short or didn't know how to do things properly, which somehow made them mad. Deep down, I suppose they thought whenever they had a child it would be a flawless carbon copy of themselves, and when mom gave birth to a child with a mind of her own, they just flipped.

My friendship wih Jully was kept a secret throughout my entire life. I knew my parents wouldn't approve of it, so I just figured I shouldn't ever let them know. They considered themselves and me to be superior to the majority of the district, and therefore were firm believers of the idea that we shouldn't be seen with anybody that wasn't as wealthy as we were.

As the years went by and mother got pregnant once more, my parents decided that they would need all help they could use in raising another child inside this broken household, which is why they had Jully and Kasha move in. They lived in one of our guest rooms, and my excitement for this sudden turn of events could not be explained in words.

Jully moving in made us much closer friends, but it also made it a lot more difficult to hide our friendship. Soon, my little brother, Prunus, was born. I vowed to look after him and don't let my parents influence him in any form. However, as soon as Prunus was born, my mother figured that she didn't have Kasha to breastfeed him this time. Taking note of this, I was terrified that she would fire Kasha and have her move out alongside Jully, but that did not happen, and she had another woman move into our basement. She had just given birth to a small girl, and already had a boy about my age, who moved in alongside her.

My mother wasn't too keen on the thought of living under the same roof as them, but our house was very big, and she rarely had to run into them. As the months went by, me and Julio became friends, and soon, our friendship blossomed into something bigger. Our love was clearly meant to be, but it was also dangerous. If my mom would be freaked out enough by me being best friends with Jully, she would rip off my head if she found out I had become intimate with Julio.

I brushed that thought aside for the longest time, and just let our relationship flow. Unlike my parents, Jully knew about my relationship with Julio. I had hoped she would be supportive of it, but it turned out that when she found out we were dating, she did not dare to look at me in the eye again. I was dumbfounded, but figured that if she wasn't approving of me and Julio being a couple, she wasn't that good of a friend anyways.

However, as most teenage relationships, me and Julio did not last. It wasn't long before I caught him cheating inside his bedroom, in my own home. I threw a hissy fit, throwing things around and yelling at him and the girl, who probably did not even know he was involved with someone else. In the end, I scared both of them away and his mother quit her job the following day, I felt bad for her, as she had nothing to do with her son being a jerk, but she couldn't afford to buy Julio his own place, which is why she was forced to quit.

The next day I was a weeping mess, and surprisingly, Jully was the one who comforted me. We watched movies together, and her presence just made me feel a lot better. At some point, I noticed her perfume. It was the one I got her for her birthday earlier that year. I liked that smell. I started wondering why I didn't get myself the same perfume, but I quickly brushed that thought aside, remembering that I didnt like it that much back when I bought it. However, months later, I found myself wanting to drown myself in a bottle of that perfume.

Then I looked at Jully. She was there for me when I needed her the most, and I appreciated that. Then I found myself staring at her blonde locks, and realizing how much I wanted them. Jully had been there during my entire life, but only then I realized I had feelings for her.

I wanted her long blonde hair.

I longed for her magic touch.

Maybe, just maybe, she would love me just as much. It could have been my heart playing a trick on me, of course. I had just broken up with Julio and longed for any form of affection, but my mind told me otherwise. It was much more than that. From the beggining, it was clear that my friendship with Jully was meant to be much more.

When I finally intertwined my lips with hers, she was not taken back. Sure, the look of pure shock on her eyes was evident, but soon she closed her eyelids, and we just stayed like that for what seemed like forever. We could have whined about how we had just ruined our friendship, as we had been friends since forever, after all, but we didn't. Because deep down, we both knew what was happening was meant to be.

We slept in the same bed that niht, My parents were away from the District for a business conference in the Capitol for about a week, so everything was perfect. Or so it appeared to be. When my parents came back, they told Kasha her services were no longer needed, and just like that, she was fired.

I still managed to meet up with Jully sometimes, but soon, my parents started to become suspiscious, so our encounters became much less frequent. I was willing to put a stop to that, but I never got the opportunity to do so. We hadn't seen each other for weeks when her name was drawn from the Reaping Bowl.

Then I saw her walking down the aisle in a pastel pink dress, with her blonde her flowing and her lips quivering in fear. Quite naturally, quite automatically in my disbelief, a scream forced itself out from the deepest bits of my being as I yelled out my volunteerism, therefore becoming a tribute in the Hunger Games.

Strengths: Aim, Coordination, Climbing

Weaknesses: Leadership, Physical Strength, Swimming

Fear: Failure, as well as not living up to people's expectations of her.

Token: Elia owns no token.

Alliance: Requesting Micah and Talia.

Name: Quentin Ryes

Age: Sixteen

District: Nine

Gender: Male

Personality: Misunderstood and loner-based, Quentin can be easily described as the mysterious type of boy that is difficult to analyze and is seemingly distant overall. A real book aficionado, her is typically seen with a novel in hand. He's a very literal person, to the point where he writes poetry in his free time, that is, when he is not working on the golden wheat fields of his District against his will. Quentin usually conceals his feelings to himself, and doesn't open up to anyone other than his two younger brothers, Hilt and Bennet. He is very unpredictable, and is courageous and independent as well. Millet is also a sullen, disciplined boy who has studied and has gained a notable knowledge overtime. He is very wise, and usually puts thought and time into his tasks before concluding them.

Weapon(s):

History: Quentin was born into a family that, even though they were where poor, they could afford the most basic of necessities. Taking care of little Quentin was never an easy task because anybody who offered to babysit him ended up maddened by his wails. In the end, his parents had to bring him to the fields as they worked. The owners of the fields would often watch over the family, mainly because they pitied them for having to bring their son along. The hunger problems became worse when Hilt and Bennet were born, because it meant more mouths to feed and more complications with work. At this point, the previous owners had been kicked out and replaced with a more barbaric owner and his wife. The Ryes family were often beaten, purely because they didn’t get as much work done as expected. It wasn’t even their fault if their children required supervision all of the time. It was because of this that Quentin wanted to run away at first. He believed it would mean no suffering. But when the owner paraded a worker who had slipped away from work and caned him, he had second thoughts. This did not mean, however, that Quentin dreamt of an escape.

When he was ten years in age, his parents put him in charge of his younger brothers. Hilt and Bennet, despite being two and four years younger than Quentin, proved to be problematic even in his hands. The trio of them were as thick as thieves, but even that proved the babysitting duties to be difficult. It was thanks to them, however, that a new future rose from the grounds.

One day, Hilt and Bennet managed to flee far away from their parents and Quentin. Because they were hard at work, none of them noticed until Quentin was asked to check up on them. Once he had taken note of the disappearance, he begun to wander aimlessly trying to find them. It took him an hour before he finally came across them. However, they were kneeling over. Somewhere behind them, a tall figure emerged with a cane. Without thinking straight, Quentin sprinted over and screamed ‘No!’ The wielder of the cane, who had it in mid-air, glanced at him with a contemptuous glare. Turns out it was the owner, ready to teach a lesson. Hilt and Bennet were both whimpering, but they seemed to relax when they saw their older brother.

“Give me one good goddamn reason why I shouldn’t unleash the cane on them!” The owner spat.

“Give me the reason why they’re about to receive their punishment.” He responded, venom in his voice.

“Well, they trespassed onto the wrong patch of land. They’re not supposed to be here,” He grunted. “And by the looks of things, neither are you.”

“I only came because they ran off. It’s not their fault: They didn’t know they were in the wrong territory. It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on them. If you have to beat somebody, then let it be me.” Quentin used his eyes to beg with the owner. It seemed to work, since he was cursing under his breath.

“Alright, fine. But it will be triple as much as it would be for a single person: Two sets for your runts and one set for you.” He then turned to face Hilt and Bennet. “Scram back to where you came from!” They immediately whimpered and fled. Quentin gulped as he stared at the cane.

Halfway through the second set, Quentin felt himself shedding tears with every blow. It was too much for him, considering he was only ten years in age. But at the same time, he could feel the hate inside of him build up. By the third round of lashes, he was bleeding all over. All he wanted was for it to be over. Without warning, it stopped. At first, Quentin expected a big whack from the cane. However, none came. He hesitantly opened his eyes to see the owner’s wife, holding the cane and eyeing it with disgust.

“Harold, because of the amount of lashes you used on this little boy, you will not get any blueberry Bundt cake.”

“But honey, he was breaking the rules about trespassing.”

“I don’t give a cowpat about your rules: The one about trespassing should not even be there. Now get into your office or wherever you work.” The owner mumbled under his breath again about finding a new wife, before he sulked all the way to his destination. His wife glared at him as he did so, before she faced Quentin and gave him a smile.

“What’s your name, little ‘un?” She enquired.

“Umm, Quentin.” He responded, gritting his teeth as he stood straight up again.

“Oh dear, look at you. I swear one day, I’m going to divorce the son of a b- pardon what I was about to say there. Anyway, come inside and I’ll fix you up.” She led Quentin into her kitchen where she begun to work on healing his back. In the meantime, she revealed herself as Edna: A bookworm who could just hide in stories all day to hide from her husband. The only reason she married him was because of a betrothal.

“Can you read, Quentin?” She asked. He gave a brisk shake of the head.

“But I would like to. It seems like the best way to escape from this reality.” After hearing this, Edna laughed a little.

“It sure is! Look, here’s the deal: I’ll come to collect you and your… brothers, are they?”

“That’s correct.”

“Ok. I’ll come to collect you and your brothers so I can teach you to read. How often do you want to do so?”

“Every day.” He begun to chuckle, which didn’t last long because of the wounds he inflicted from his punishment.

“Alright. Every day it is then.” She grinned.

Edna stuck true to her word. Every day in the fields, she visited the Ryes and collected the children. Then they would go to her mansion and enter the library, where they were taught to read. It took a couple of months, but they eventually learnt not only how to read simple words, but longer ones as well. By this point, Hilt and Bennet had got sick of it and they returned to work in the fields. Quentin, on the other hand, stuck around for ages just to read. He found himself enjoying it a lot.

When she felt the time was right, Edna handed a book to Quentin. He eyed it with slight hesitation, but then thanked her for it and held it in his hands.

“What does it say?” She asked.

“A Christmas Carol. Charles Dickens.” He read aloud. “I guess you want me to read it all?”

“Yes, yes. I have a copy here in case there are any words you get stuck on.”

“Is there any reason why you picked this book for me?” He enquired.

“Yes, indeed. This is one of the first books I ever read, and since then it has always been in my heart. It’s not so much the eloquent writing that gets to me, but rather the message Dickens conveyed. You know, the man had a very clear picture of what his ideal society would be: One where the poor had access to a good education, where they could get good jobs and no longer be impoverished. A bit like modern-day Panem. Ah, but I’m rambling on. You may begin.” And thus, the reading session began. Although Quentin didn’t get some of the words in the first chapter, he never doubted their existence in the world and read on. The vocabulary pulled him straight into the story and the hidden messages behind it. Finally, with a bit of help from Edna, he finished off the first chapter. There Edna concluded the reading session, but not before she asked some questions. They were mainly to do with what Quentin thought of the book, which parts he liked and which parts were iffy for him. He answered the questions, and with that he bid her a good day and returned to the fields.

Thanks to the reading sessions, Quentin felt inspired to do good so that he could get a promotion for his family. Although he still hated his job as much as ever, Quentin put in maximum effort without talking to anybody at all. He understood the message Edna gave him, about education bringing you high up in the hierarchy. He wanted to be a clerk for the farm and earn more for his family, but for that he needed to know how to write. And once again, Edna was the one who took him under her wing. Quentin absolutely loved becoming more literate, but it caused him to be less social. All he wanted to do was read, write and help his family. Every day, he struggled just to prove his dedication. The only people he ever confided in were Hilt and Bennet, mainly because they had been taught how to read. They understood his frustrations, but they couldn’t bring themselves to empathise with him.

All the hard work paid off, for Quentin had been offered a higher rank by none other than Harold himself. At last, he was promoted to a clerk where he kept records of who was paying for their homes on the land and how much grain had been farmed. He got guilt pains whenever he uncovered people who couldn’t afford their rent, but he had to. All of this would continue for a few good years, until he was reaped.

Strengths: Quentin is very intelligent, and is willing to fight untill the end if it's necessary. He's a trustworthy person that would never think of betraying his allies for selfish, twisted motives. While he is not an open or outgoing person, he is easy to converse and get along with, and his tone hardly ever turns from sympathetic to melancholic or judging, making him gain trust from other people easily. He is also very brave, but like any other person, he can hold grudges and get mad when things go wrong.

Weaknesses: His lonesome personality and inability to open up to people, choosing to bottle up his feelings, might make him come off as untrustworthy, but most of all, it makes him unable to truly connect with people, which means they wouldn't hesitate to betray him.

Token: Quentin owns no token.

Alliance: Loner, but is open for truces.