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Name: Ajax "Hercules" Emerson

Age: 17

District: 3 (1, 6) Note: These Games he'll be District 1

Gender: Male

Personality: Hercules, for someone his size, is very caring for others. He loves to look over his allies like their his own siblings because he's never had any. Due to Hercules' smarts and strength, he tries to become the leader of whatever alliance he's in, but also remains very humble as leader. He loves to encourage people so they don't get down, because he has experienced been depressed for a long time and wants nobody else to feel it. Hercules, like any other normal child, loves to goof around with other children, but sometimes forgets that he's stronger than them.

Weapons: As you may suspect, with Hercules big muscles, he prefers to use melee weapons. He hasn't really trained with weapons, other than wire, but he doesn't like to reveal that. His weapon of choice would be a sword since he knows how to deflect another weapon with it and also finds it easy to stab or behead someone with it. Hercules alternate weapon, if he cannot reach the sword, would be a spear. He can easily shove a spear through someone's stomach, but also knows how to throw them. He usually hits on target with the spear, but he sometimes does miss by a little bit. He could aim for someone's heart, but it could skim their shoulder or go right over their head.

Appearance: On the Page Ajax "Hercules" Emerson Added byWiressFan21Backstory: Many people avoid me, just because I'm different. They will get as far away from me when the school year starts, just so they don't have to deal with my brute strength. If I were who they automatically assumed I was, I would beat them up because of that. However, I'm not. In fact, when they judge me by my muscles, they aren't looking at who I really am. Nobody could say anything or do anything to change me.

Back when I was a little five year old, my dad started to do experiments on me. He came up with an ingenious chip that would accumulate the blood flow of the brain and would strengthen the tissue in the subjects arms and legs making them brawn. Basically, he'd make them bionic so they could think better, thus becoming smarter, and making them stronger. My dad decided to demonstate the experiment on his own son, me. The experiment turned out to be very successful and I, or Hercules as his father started calling me, was able to lift 200 pounds, four times my own weight.

However, the day before my dad brought me to the brilliant scientists of the district, who I heard could make or break your day, the chip started to malfunction. My muscles and blood flow to my brain rapidly decreased and shrink. I had to stay in bed for a month because of the unbearable pain. But what really surprised me is that my dad, after doing some consistant research on the chip, found out that someone had hijacked the device. I assumed there was just a minor flaw in the design, but the sound of someone hijacking me was too much to handle, I couldn't breathe. Who would do such a thing? Destroy someone elses experiment just because they're jealous? Envious? Angry?

Mom. That's who. My own mother was the person hijacking with my device. She never told us upright, like someone with real guts would do, instead she left a note, also adding that she was divorcing my father. My dad couldn't take in the note very fast, but was just trying to believe that this entire thing is a dream. It seemed like he wouldn't even sleep at night and just paced around the house. I wanted to do something, desperately, to help him out. But I was only five at the time and I couldn't do anything.

Ten years passed before finally, my dad attempted to commit suicide. I caught him though, and stopped him. He grabbed onto a knife and was about to cut off his own veins in his wrist, but I found him and stealthily tackled him. Yanking the knife out of his hand and accidentally stabbing myself in the shoulder. I wouldn't stop though, I kept his head on the ground, asking him what he was doing. My muscles were starting to develop at that time. Since so much space was left to build muscles in my arms and legs, it didn't take much work to actually start. Once I grabbed onto my first weight, I was already at the 200 pound weights before my second day of working out. I improved quickly.

After the little incident happened with my dad almost cutting his wrists, I was determined to find my mom and make things right. It wasn't hard to find her, since her maiden last name was easy to find. What really shocked me though, was that she became a Peacekeeper. She was engaged and already had a daughter with her fiancee. I felt betrayed. She ditched us to go out with someone else? I found myself going all the way down to her house, bringing my dad with me. The first person to answer the door was my mom's fiancee. He seemed surprised, as if he already knew us, and quickly reacted by punching my dad in the face and slamming the door shut.

My dad, angered as he already was with his ex-wife, knocked harder on the door before tackling it to the ground. I tried to stop him, but he just stiff armed me out of the way. I fell into a Devil's Club and my hands started to swell into little sausages. I grab at the pain before I heard a gunshot. I peered through the door to see my dad staring down at the little girl he shot. The girl of my mom and her fiancee. The fiancee, who was deeply depressed and angered by the death of his daughter, grabbed onto a shard of glass from the little window of the broken door before stabbing my dad to death. I fled.

Something in my heart seemed to die that day. My dad and closest best friend had died that day and what did I do? I fled instead of help him out. My own depression seemed to weigh me down as I walked home. Even my house seemed empty without my dad. I packed up whatever I could, knowing that I was going to flee soon, before finally, I grabbed onto a bat and left. I ran as far as my legs could take me, before collapsing in the middle of the street. It was a summer night, fireworks were going off to illuminate the night sky, but I felt weak. I couldn't move. Then, I passed out.

Once I came to, I found myself laying in a cozy bed. Was it all a dream? Did I just imagine my dad's death? I got out of bed and drank a little from a cup of water on the dresser. My feet led me down the hallway until I say my two saviors, an elderly couple. I noticed their faces instantly and found myself running towards them, as if we were the only people, before hopping off my feet and hugging them so tightly, if I kept hugging them longer, they'd suffocate. The two elders were my grandparents, my dad's parents. They told me how my uncle found me laying across the sidewalk, passed out, and brought me there, thinking I was going to spend a weekend at my grandparents out. However, I had to tell them the news about what happened. They stared at me with much confusion, as if I were speaking in another language, but the words finally registered in their brains.

They decided to keep me at their house, protecting me in case the Peacekeepers ever want to find him. However, there were required things I needed to do. I'd have to go to school, but my grandmother was a schoolteacher so she just homeschooled me. Honestly, it's better than what I've had to live with before when the students at school would just avoid me. My grandfather would leave every morning to work at the pizza palace he worked at with his twin brother. Life seemed to be evening out for a little while, before the day came when I was reaped. I stared into the audience and could only see my grandparents fall to the ground crying. I thought they were having a heart attack, but the depression was just too much for them to carry.

''"Even in the darkest of moments, find light my friends. Time will still move foreward and you will move on, but never will you forget what they have done." ''

Reasons for Winning: My reasons of winning are very simple. I need to get home to my grandparents. They're lives have greatly changed once I moved in with them and they seemed to become lighter. I've helped them with their chores and joked around with them, like ever child does. They're my best friends now, since my dad died. And I'm the light of their lives.

Strengths: Hercules main strengths are his strength and smarts. He's able to easily come up with elaborate schemes to confuse, trick or kill another tribute. His muscles don't even compare to those of the Careers as he can easily strangle one of them without them being able to rebuttle. Other than that, Hercules is also pretty fast with all his muscles in his legs and, because of this, can also jump pretty high.

Weaknesses: Hercules biggest weakness is that he hates killing other people. Ever since he saw his little ste-sister fall to the ground, followed by his dad, both never coming out of their endless sleep, every time he watches the Hunger Games and sees a kill, he flinches as the memories seem to flood his brain. Hercules isn't very stealthy as he's really big and strong so the ground seems to make noise on the impact of his feet. Other than those two weaknesses, he can honestly say that he can't climb a tree very high. He knows how to climb a tree, but he can't get very high due to his weight.

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