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Form:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
District:
Weapon of Choice:
Token:
Other:

My Form:

Name:Drew Fireland
Age:15
Appearance:except her hair is never up and is fairly long.
Personality:rped
History:A tree fell on her mother and crushed her, she is dead. The rest will be rped.
Strengths:Drew is good with a knife or dagger, though people from disrict 7 are usually good with axes Drew rarely uses one because her job is to cut the branches off trees so they can be cut. She is also very with her hands and fist fighting since every one made fun of her in school and got in fights with those people. She is fairly good with camouflage.
Weaknesses:Long swords and dodging things
District:7
Weapon of Choice:a dagger or her fists
Token:the chains her mother wore that are somewhat like dog tags, every worker wore them for identification. They say: Mary Fireland, Chopper: Woods Section 12
Other:nope

Name: Jay Mellark
Age: 14
Appearance:

Personality: ((RP it out.))
History: Jay is the daughter of Katniss and Peeta Mellark, and she was born into a world where the Hunger Games did no longer exist. However, when she was five years old, they were reintroduced. Nothing could be done about it. Her parents didn't want her to become a career, and the facilities weren't at District Twelve for that sort of thing. So they trained her in the woods and the bakery when she turned eleven years old. Her survival skills were learned in the woods and her camoflauge and cooking (for if she would need to cook her own food) were learned in the bakery. This was all done in secret. Jay's younger brother, Rafael, just recently turned eleven, so he had just started to learn these skills. Katniss and Peeta feared her name being reaped, as there was a strong possibility that they would end up being mentors; they wouldn't want to prepare their own children for their most likely death.
Strengths: Jay isn't as good as her mother with a bow and arrow, but she can make some pretty decent shots. Her best abilities are stealth and speed. Her father taught her well with camoflauge as she is quite skillful with at, as being a part of stealth.
Weaknesses: Jay cannot use snares or traps. No matter how many times she may practise this, she cannot use them. She finds it easier catching prey with a weapon instead.
District: 12
Weapon/s of choice: Bow and arrow, alongside a small dagger.
Token: Her token is the mockingjay pin her mother had. Jay was named after the bird, so it symbolises her and what her mother stood for.
Other: ((Nothing for now.))

((do you want to just rp the reapings and then TS to the games?))

((I am going to post Drew's reaping now))

Drew:

I woke early on the dreaded day. Reaping Day. I walked out of my small room into our small kitchen to find my father had put a feast of breakfast foods on the table. Unlike most people, me and my father feasted before the reapings not after. Right now my father was probably in his small room looking my mothers old dresser. Every year he chose the dress my mother wore on this reaping, which would be when her fourth was this year. When he found it he hurried through the kitchen, hiding the clothes from my view. He lays the clothes out on my bed and then comes out to eat with me. "Feeling lucky?" He asked, sitting across from me. "No, I never am. The odds are never in my favor." I said plainly and counted the amount slips with my name on them in my head. 4 slips, 1 for every reaping. Then tessare. I signed up once when I was twelve, 7 slips. Twice every other year. 13, 13 slips. 14, 19 slips. 15, 25 slips of paper with my name on them. "I have 25 slips in that glass bowl." I wasn't very hungry but today, my dad always cooks the best. I ate breakfast, then my dad told me to wash myself, as I always do. I bathed and dried myself , then dressed. It was a beautiful leaf green ruffled blouse with a wavy brown skirt and sandals that had a cluster of cherry blossoms tied on them my father must have put there this morning. A few minutes before we left, my father came in and put a simple bun in my hair, tied a dandelion into my hair and clipped the loose hair down with a couple boby pins. When he was finished, it was time to leave for the square.

I stood nervously with the group of 15 year old girls in the square. I zoned out through most of the presentation, but when the escort said, "Ladies first!" She had my full attention. I followed her hand into the bowl out and watched her lips, hoping they wouldn't say "Drew Fireland". The escort paused before announcing the girl tribute from district 7, then she spoke in clear words, "Drew Fireland". I slowly made my way to the stage.

((Sorry, I was on my mobile through the weekend and long posts were hard xD))

Jay woke up earlier than the majority of District 12, although there was no reason to. Maybe it was because of the nightmares she was having through the night. It was reaping day, and even though she was child to two Victors, she still had to be entered into the reaping. Her name was only in three times, but with the Capitol's twisted mind, the odds weren't in her favour. She decided to take an early shower, to wash her hair and be ready before she normally was.
When Jay was showered and dressed, she made her way down the stairs to grab some breakfast. Though she wasn't really hungry, it would be good to get some food down her throat. Her mother and father were silent through the morning, their faces pale. And Jay knew why. They hated mentoring the tributes each year, but they had to.
The day was moving fast and before she knew it, Jay was at the town centre, signing in and walking into the crowd filled with the rest of the girls from her district. She was numb, really numb. When the escort came onto the stage, Jay didn't bother listening to him until he pulled a name out of the bowl. It was the girls first, of course.
"Jay Mellark."

Drew:

Once the reapings were over, the two district 7 tributes, me and a younger boy named Mark, were hustled into the justice building. When my dad came in his eyes were puffy and red from crying and he was trying to hide his pain. I felt so bad for him, after this years games he would probably have no one. I had no chance of winning this. He gave me a hug and then said to me, "May the odds be ever in your favor." Then turned and walked on. He didn't want dwell in the good byes, that would just make him hurt more. But his good bye was enough for me, it was all I expected. My dad didn't like to be emotional around people. After my dad left, my best friend, Cherry was her name, came in. She was 14 with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Her eyes were puffy too. "You better come home." She said, trowing her arms around me in a parting hug. "Don't worry, Cheery, I'll do my best to come home. So stay cheery." My nickname for Cherry is cheery because she's always happy. Cherry let go and wiped her eyes before walking away.

((bump))

When took into the Justice Building for the goodbyes, Jay was alone for quite a while. The first people to visit her were her father and younger brother. But no mother. Where was she? Of course. Katniss Mellark was going to mentor the tributes that year.
"You'll come back a Victor, do not fret." Peeta told her, taking a tight grip of his daughter's hand. There was no way that Katniss would allow her daughter to fail in the Games. Jay swallowed and just hugged the two of them for the remaining time. She wasn't a fighter like her parents were.
Once they had to leave, the next person came in. Rory Hawthorne, a friend of hers. In fact, her best friend, despite their age differences. He tried to persuade her into believing that she would win, but Jay knew that she wouldn't.

Drew:

Once on the train, I met my mentor. Johanna Mason. After looking me up and down Johanna said, "I like her. I think we have a winner this year." I was clearly shocked. "How do you know? I have no chance and I know it." I said crossing my arms. "I am weak, and can't use a knife." I said, pointing out my strengths as weaknesses. "You'll see, I'm no good." Every one was always telling me how great and clean and even my cuts were on the trees, but I spotted out notches that weren't supposed to be there or a slight unevenness and was unhappy with my work. They also told me it was great that I could carry so many branches back at once, that it required strength. But I always thought I saw people carrying more, but apparently I was imagining things.

((after train want to just TS to training?))

The moment Jay and the male tribute were put onto the train, Katniss sat them down to speak to them. It was clear to see that she wasn't going to favourite her daughter, she was going to make it fair while they were both there. But the male tribute, Archie, knew that he would end up dying; if District 12 were to have a winner, it would be Jay. The daughter of the Mellark's. Oh what a great thing that would be for the Capitol. After the train ride, Jay, Katniss and Archie stepped off the train with the escort. Jay watched her mother's gaze, frowning when she saw shock on her face. And then she saw it. It was absolutely clear to see who the boy from District 2 was, he was the double of his father - Gale Hawthorne.

((Maybe we should RP the training? Try and bring our characters closer together?))