User blog:Hybrid Shadow/The 200th Hunger Games: Blaze and Frost

Welcome to another Games. I want to take a small break from my other Games, as I'm still thinking on what to do next. I know, I'm a procrastinator, but oh well. Let's try this again, shall we?

Rules

 * 1) Tributes with names that have references to rebellion (Rebel, Rogue, etc.) in general will be ignored. I've always felt as if the Capitol never approved of people naming their children after the concept of revolution.
 * 2) Districts 0, 13, and 14 will be included.
 * 3) Only two tributes per user for now, although this number could rise at any given moment.
 * 4) You are only permitted one tribute from a Career district. I could disregard this rule if they are siblings or something else, but they will have to be either well-written or interesting enough for me to reconsider.
 * 5) Spamming is prohibited, as it's annoying and clogs up the recent activity. Spam and your tribute will die.
 * 6) Reservations only last two days. I might reconsider for others, but I highly doubt this.
 * 7) Unrealistic or overpowered tributes will be dismissed.
 * 8) I tend to prefer tributes with Latin names, as Panem is loosely based on Rome. May this be a hint.
 * 9) Overly mental tributes will be dismissed. Honestly, they're cool and all, but some are a bit unrealistic.
 * 10) Typically, I would prefer you to not advise your tributes, as I typically feel as if some of the plans thought of are somewhat unrealistic and you wouldn't have all the time in the world to carry about your strategies in a single day. I will, however, alert you all when it is appropriate to advise your tributes, although this doesn't mind I'll follow it completely.
 * 11) Keep in mind, however, that I disapprove of counters. I find them rather unrealistic and aggravating for other users, including myself sometimes.
 * 12) Gory elements and some foul language will be included. Sexual references are only hinted, but never stated out of the blue.
 * 13) Failure to follow any of the rules will threaten to place your tribute on my early death list.

Tribute Template
This is the basic guideline you can use when submitting a tribute. I can disregard usage of a varying template, as long as it has the necessary components. Anything in bold is required, while everything else is optional.

Name:

Age: (12-18)

Gender:

District:

Personality:

Appearance:

Weapon: (1-3)

Strengths: (Maximum of four)

Weaknesses: (Minimum of two)

Fear(s):

Backstory:

Interview Angle:

Bloodbath Strategy:

Games Strategy:

Token:

Alliance:

Twist #1:
''The twists will be announced as the Games progress. ''

Prologue
The Head Gamemaker strolled unworried, despite his upcoming location. President Nightshade typically did not appreciate waiting or anticipated, and had his own temper to boast, but Cornelius was not perturbed. After following his rule for a meager period of two decades, he had learned Aloysius was a weak ruler whose lusts and greed spoke louder than his words. It was easy; manipulating him into his personal marionette was child's play. Few people were aware that Cornelius was the true mastermind pulling the strings here, and out of the small dearth, he was one of them. Naturally, it didn't take long for his wife Adora to realize her husband's plot; she is an intelligent, deceptive woman who was worthy of capturing his heart after all.

He smiled as he nodded towards an elderly couple; a fake grin, vacant of any malice or abhorrence. He had perfected this look in a matter of weeks during his time at Academy, which helped charmed his way through the hearts of the citizens. It was also because of his apparent good will-he had ended up with his current position, along with being the president's most trusted adviser. He's always found the effective power of a simple gesture to be profound. It only took him four things to achieve his success; personality, wealth, intelligence. And an ambition.

His thoughts shifted to rebellion and his face contorted with rage and grief, intimidating a young lady with vibrant cerulean locks. He ceased movement, quickly craft a delightful apology to the dame, and continued to saunter afterwards. He sighed, in spite of knowing it wasn't his fault for reacting in such a vulgar manner. Yes, it was never his fault. It was always the rebels. His palms clenched into fists, but he swiftly calmed himself. Was it not for his parents' deaths by the motives of the revolutionists, it is quite plausible he wouldn't have become the powerful man he is now.

But that did not douse his detestation, but instead further ignited his determination. He looked forward to a civilization ruled by his iron fist; a world where no one will be capable to meddle with his individual idiosyncratic enterprises.

Finally, he had reached his destination at last. The president's mansion was a massive estate that could likely house an entire city population by itself, was it not for the selfish and self-absorbed ego of President Nightshade. Cornelius frowned. While that trait of his may not contrast with him, that does not mean he and him are of the same standards however. Aloysius has incessantly been known for his foolish behavior, which has disgusted Cornelius since the two had first met during Academy. Why, was it not for the gospel truth that he was the son of the late President Augustus Nightshade, who Cornelius and his progenitors have respected since the genesis of his reign, he would've been more than willing to dispatch him of his presidency. Then again, that would've made things more difficult, wouldn't it?

He didn't notice the servant until she cried his name for what was apparently the fifth time. "Mr. Blackthorn?"

Cornelius snapped himself awake of his daze. He smiled lightly, "Ah, hello Sofia. Sorry to have kept you waiting, but I do believe I have a meeting with President Nightshade."

Sofia flushed scarlet, before containing herself as she spoke, "No, no! There is no need to apologize, sir. President Nightshade will be most pleased to see you have arrived. Please, step this way."

She guided him through the complex labyrinth that was the headquarters of the boss of the whole country. Inside, the mansion was bigger than he expected, which surprised him considering he's been here multiple times now. "Has there been any recent expansions to manor, Sofia?"

She nodded, "Yes. President Nightshade is always asking for extensions for the manor house, you see. He claims it's for the sake of "expanding his workspace."" She rolled her eyes, causing Cornelius to smile a bit. Even his own attendants were aware of his own idiocy.

As he expected by his foreman's own distinct tastes, the common scene of Christian fountains and other religious artifacts was a repetitive one. Despite religion being outlawed long ago, due to the Capitol forcing the districts to only have a faith for the Capitol and the destruction of churches, chapels, abbeys, cathedrals, basilicas, synagogues, temples and mosques alike in order to make room for land and production, Nightshade decided to waste countless bills of dollars in order to aid in the creation of his own collection. He's of the Christian faith, or so he believes. It's doubtful he knows a single phrase of the bible, and likely he only bought such useless things for show. That is the type of man Nightshade is, after all.

After a duration of seemingly hours had passed, Sofia had come to an abrupt stop. They have reached Nightshade's office.

The doors opened, allowing for visitors to enter the access, which is exactly what Cornelius did. President Nightshade sat in his chair lazily and disinterested, but briskly regained his composure. He straightened his tie, as he steamed towards his Head Gamemaker. Cornelius arched a brow.

Nightshade tapped his foot impatiently as he crossed his arms. "I've been waiting, Mr. Blackthorn. You are aware of this, correct?"

Cornelius shrugged, "Quite aware of it, sir. In fact, I was counting on it. Wouldn't you say suspense only adds to the excitement of slowly knowing the truth?"

He scowled, muttering, "I wouldn't say so. I want to get this done as soon as possible, Mr. Blackthorn. My studies require much more greater attention than the Hunger Games."

Cornelius struggled to not strike the president. How dare he! The Hunger Games were the reason for the Capitol's success, while the districts quivered in fear. It brought us riches and entertainment, as well teaching the traitorous people a lesson as to why rebellion is not respected. And yet, here is Aloysius Nightshade, the esteemed son of Augustus and leader of a nation. But in spite of this, he struggles to realize the importance of leadership and the purpose of the Games. Such a pitiful fool.

He put himself into equilibrium once again, as he spoke with clarity and a sharpness to his tone, "Of course they are. But planning the Hunger Games are, if not of equal importance, still significant nonetheless."

Nightshade nodded, satisfied. "Very well. There is some truth in your words. But how shall we begin?"

But all Cornelius did was smile. "To be perfectly honest sir, I only came to deliver a hint."

Nightshade's eyes widened, before narrowing accusingly. "A hint?"

Cornelius smirked, a flare in his eye, before cooling away like frost. "Yes. Do kep in mind the desires of fire and the hatred of ice."

And with that, he left, leaving President Nightshade confused and in wonder of what Cornelius Blackthorn had in plan.