Ign: Stryker666
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Name: Maeve Sterling
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Snappy, rude, loud, arrogant, courageous, bold, daring, cunning, sarcastic
Sexuality: Bisexual
District: 1
Preferred weapon: Twin serrated hunting knives (I know it's a bit confusing)
Token: A bracelet shaped like a dragon biting its tail
Skills: Offensive in battle, singing, hunting, rock climbing
*Likes: Trees, nature, adrenaline, alcohol, climbing things
*Dislikes: People getting in her face, friendly people, smiling
Strengths: Wary, protective, brave
Weaknesses: Snappy, short-tempered, headstrong
*Family: Two older brothers
*Friends: Wolf companion, and a girl she met who was hunting in the forest
*Enemies: Most people who get on her bad side
Bio: She won't speak of her past. Her parents died in a war and she volunteered happily to join the Hunger Games. She sees it as a chance to take out her lifelong anger on others.
Other: She hates people and prefers animal companions.

Accepted. Thank you for joining.

Beginning:

The square where everyone gathered for the Reaping was noisy and a tiny bit obnoxious. Most people here would be glad to go and see if they could win the Hunger Games and press their luck. However, others were not to be so thrilled. People filled the square, and filed out into the streets to see who would be the two lucky - or unlucky - folks would be.
A crackle sounded from the intercoms around the place.
"Hello folks and welcome to the *insert number here* Hunger Games!" Loud cheers followed. If you didn't know what would follow, you might as well be swept up in the cheering as well.
"This is one big day! Two luck contestants will be picked randomly, and we will wish these contestants off!" The overly cheerful voice said.
Every year was like this. People celebrated the fact that two contestants would be picked randomly - or not so randomly - and most likely die. You were ready whether you were picked or not. You've trained your whole life.
What could go wrong?

Maeve hid her smile. What could go wrong? She had trained her whole life for this moment, and basked in the glory of the morning sun.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=78202&page=23#223 Author: Rashomon Time Posted: 4/13/2020 at 11:33 AM Maeve hid her smile. What could go wrong? She had trained her whole life for this moment, and basked in the glory of the morning sun.

"And for the female tribute, we have Maeve Sterling! And for the male tribute, we have Sparky Wilde. Good luck you two, and don't forget to come back victor or on your sheild."
That saying 'come back victor or on your sheild' came from waaaaaaay back. It basically meant 'win or die'. Very encouraging and heart warming.

Maeve grinned. Of course she would come home a victor. Sparky didn't stand a chance.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=78202&page=23#225 Author: Rashomon Time Posted: 5/12/2020 at 10:13 AM Maeve grinned. Of course she would come home a victor. Sparky didn't stand a chance.

Sparky marches over to the stage when his name is called, ready to be taken off to the games. It was like this every year. Tributes were chosen, tributes were taken, tributes fought, tributes brought back honor for the District.
Sparky soaked in the cheers of the people around him, smiling and waving, sort of just wishing that this part was done already. He glances towards his younger brother and gives him a small nearly unnoticable air hug. His younger brother looked nervous and close to tears. Sparky soon turned away from his brother, not able to stand it any longer.

At least he cares for his brother, Maeve admitted reluctantly. Her brothers were watching, but she couldn't see them. Most likely, they were fixated on Sparky. Or at least Aiden was watching Sparky. Maeve beamed with pride as she spotted Seto in the crowd, watching her. He looked worried, but tried to grin at her. She grinned back.

It was all a dangerous game. Only one would come home out of twenty four. Since the calling of tributes was done, some people began to trickle out.
Sparky was led to a room and you were led to another so that you could meet your family one last time.
The room was surprisingly barren from most luxurious things you were used to in a regular home. There was only chairs and a table.
Your family came into the room.
It was going to be the last time you see them in a while... maybe even forever.

"Seto!" Maeve shouted, and threw herself into her oldest brother's arms. Aiden looked on disdainfully.
"You'd better win this." he said.
"She will." Seto shot back. "You sure didn't."
"Because I never entered. Maeve, you're crazy." Aiden snapped.
"She isn't. You win, all right, Maeve?" Seto said softly. "You come out alive, all right? Beat Sparky. Do what it takes."
"I will." Maeve confirms, saluting.

If you already have your token with you, then you are off to the train.
Next stop: The Hunger Games.

Sparky is already in the train car, fiddling with something. He looks up when you enter, puts the something out of your sight, and gives you a small smile.