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Name: Ike Toussaint

Age: 14

Gender: Male

District: 11

Weapon: Machete, Crossbow, Throwing Knife.

Personality: Sometimes a jerk, sarcastic. Funny and could be described as a genius. He is good at concealing his true feelings towards people and is very self-conscious towards who he is in life and how bad he wants to survive. However, he is open to friendships and will admittingly get too attatched to them. Ike is very proud of who he is and isn't afraid to challenge those who do wrong in this world. Ike has a natural poetic talent as well. A small note alongside all this: He gets extremely grumpy when he's hungry

Appearance: Ike has tan-dark skin with brown curly hair that reaches down to his neck. His hair isn't fully curly however, it has a few strands of straight hair inside it, a curious little detail about him. He has thick black eyebrows with grumpy but sharp and intimidating black eyes and he has part of his upper left eyebrow cut from a childhood accident. He is 5'11, tall for his age and has a skinny body that hides decent strength.

Backstory: Ike, a boy who was raised by his own sanity and a caring mother. At the young age of 4, he was starting to realize what was fun for him, what he liked. He liked the color purple, he liked dogs, his favorite food was homemade beef noodle soup, but most of all his favorite thing was lying. He lied about many things, like where the dog went or who ate all the jelly. He would say "The dog ate the jelly and ran away mommy" as if nothing happened. His father was dead to his mother, so she never mentioned him much in the home and Ike never knew that the smiling neighbor was his dad.

But one day, things went too far. Ike was mad, he was mad that he never got ice cream. A stupid reason as many would say, to say a lie like this; His father came back home where he broke in and let in another woman. They kissed on the couch and he made her food with his mom's few vegetables and fruits like they were free and then they left, where little Ike was crying in the corner and told them to stop. To please just stop.

Her mother quickly heard about this, and when he never saw the neighbor again he put two and two together and realized: his dad was the neighbor. He cried by himself for many nights, his mother coming to check in on him and hold him. But, the boy got over things quickly for most of his years. Without his fathers support however, instead of being a middle-class family Ike was tossed into the bottom middle-class where he struggled to get around without having to starve. He was stuck in a school where he was secretly being ruined by other kids, which escalated to complete social rejections by middle school.

But one day, Ike snapped. He grew cold, angry inside at the age of 11 when he realized that the shitty life he was having was all his fault. He caused this over a selfish tantrum because of a frozen dairy treat and now, he can't go back in time to fix that. Slowly, the bright youthful eyes began to mature quicker into a colder glare, with thick black eyebrows that seemed to accompany an angry look he had inside and dark bags under it that looked as dark as black eyeliner. Only when he smiled would that innocent child come back, that brighter look in his face would wave hello to everyone's hearts. The stress was making him look older a lot faster.

After a year and a half of social torment, Ike decided that it was time he and his mother left that school and home and went back to the middle-class section of his district. Quickly, with enough efforts done by his mother they established a trailer home in the district. A bit retro, but it was a home. He went to a better school where he found joy in actually having friends. Instead of having a hunch with his hands in his pockets, Ike stood tall with his posse at his school. He laughed like he should have when he was younger, he found jokes something that inspired him to be happier in life. The scars of his past remained on his face, but instead of a sad boy he now saw a young adult, a boy who matured not physically, but mentally.

But this strong boy feared something we all fear. Death. He knew that although it didn't obviously show, we were rotting. Wrinkled, wise old men were turning into mush on the inside. The newborn baby, so chubby and with skin so smooth.. it's no coincidence that they grow skinny in just a few days. He knows that what someone does to stay alive impacts how fast you rot, how fast you escape that horrible pit. He doesn't know, however, is the answer that only the silent know. "What will I be once I'm dead?" Will he become a newborn in some distant planet, where peace is king? Will he even be aware of his prescence as a flower in a blooming meadow? A star in the endless galaxy? He ponders this every day up to the point where he almost forgot who he was, or why he even managed to feel like that. It felt like a blissful rish, but at the same time he was begging himself to stop going any farther.

Reapings never concerned him, and it was up until this reaping day that he was left speechless as his name was called. "I made it so far in life, changed so much.. just to get sent to my death... to get sent to something I can't even identify yet" he thought as memories of his grandfather and grandmother, and even the fallen tributes from the previous games raced through his mind. It was at this moment where he stopped at the steps. His cold glare came back again, but not out of sorrow. He knew he wanted to live, he knew that he wants to fight. He proceeded to walk up the stairs and as he turned around as he took his spot, the boy saw something in the crowd. Then another thing, and another. They were everywhere, they were his friends. Thumbs up were few, but in the silence they meant a lot to him. He gave a thumbs up back and smiled.

"I'll come home guys, mom. I promise.." he thought to himself as he walked onto the train. And as the doors closed, he could hear the souls of his friends and family respond to him: "I know you can."

Strengths: He is very fast in terms of running and attacking, making it hard to keep track of his movements. When angered, he has slow and detectable, but brutal attacks. Ike has a photographic memory and he knows how bad he wants to survive. He is likeable by certain people, mainly troublemakers like him. Ike is also a natural prankster, being able to easily confuse or distract someone.

Weaknesses: When he's in a bad mood (mainly due to hunger) people tend to easily get tired of his shit and/or he wants to be left alone. Sometimes being a little ignorant he might lose friends or allies, and he doesn't trust people he thinks is betraying him (For example, he saw someone who he argued with talk with someone else, then that person starts to treat him in a negative way). If he runs after eating, he gets stomach pains that slows him down incredibly if he doesn't stop soon, and he has slight ADD.

Fear: Ike is afraid of dying, like any other innocent person would. But he takes this fear to a whole new level, he's afraid of not knowing who or what to trust. Is there a heaven, is there a hell? Do I just wake up with the same soul but with no memories of my past? Where do I wake up, what will I be? Is the tree outside my window what I'll be in the future? These are all things that fuels his simple fear, and what makes him know that he wants to survive. (Also, he's afraid of getting too close to rotting, disgusting things)

Interview Angle: He will be a very honest person in what he answers and hopefully see if he can get an answer out of what death means for someone once they're in that phase.

Training Strategy: Ike will make friends with people he feels more connected to, while at the same time staying on good terms with stronger tributes. He'll focus on aim with throwing knives and waking up his speed to stay at top level.

Individual Training Strategy: As he does his session, he will have a conversation to hopefully get them to like him more and remember him alongside what he did to make sure he gets an accurate, legitimate score.

Bloodbath Strategy: He will not bother going deep into the cornucopia yet and will instead just grab a backpack and a knife to defend himself. He'll meet up with his allies but not risk himself because he thinks it's better to have just one man dead than two.

Games Strategy: He will be a typical tribute despite being a high-potential tribute, and will just follow his alliance wherever he goes. Ike plans on being observant of his surroundings to hopefully be able to map out the arena enogh to know his way around and he will stay alert to avoid sneak attacks against him.

Feast Strategy: He will hope that he can leave the feast with no conflict and if confronted by an enemy, he will make a deal or bribe them to spare him. If too much time passes and no deal can be made, he will try to stall them until another tribute arrives or until he can make a plan that can either kill his enemy or let him escape safely.

Final Battle Strategy: Ike wants to confuse his enemy with phrases and random quotes to hopefully keep good distance between him and the enemy, where he will shoot them whenever they stop or leave themselves wide open to an attack. He will make sure every attack counts for his victory.

Token: A grey rubber bracelet that says "Fluent In Sarcasm"

Alliance: Neutral, would fit in with careers or anti-careers. Whichever you feel he fits in with the best