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This is where the fun begins! Feel free to customize your CS as you wish.


Make sure to include:


Name


Age


District


Gender


Appearance


Family


Traits


Strengths


Weaknesses


Skills


Likes


Dislikes


Weapon of Choice


History


2+ Paragraph Writing Sample regarding the thoughts of your character on President Corinth Snow and the conditions of the Nation of Panem. Include a little about their daily lives. Remember that a lovely sample guarantees you a spot. c:


*This is the Hunger Games so your character runs the risk of being killed. However, if all goes well we will have continuation in which you will be guaranteed a spot for a new character if you'd like to participate. c:


I do enjoy a lovely CS, so let your creative side run wild. If you want a little guidance on your CS , let me know.

 

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@MidnightSoul


I was thinking maybe you guys would like to be involved? c: I do love your company. However, if you are not interested, that's also fine. ^^

 

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"I think we should put President Snow in the Games, see how she likes it."

Scratching the Surface

Name:

Amethyst Quill

Age:

Seventeen

District:

Seven | Lumber

Gender:

Female


Appearance:


Amethyst is an average teenage girl. She is rather fit and stands at a height of 5'7", with a weight of one hundred and twenty five pounds. The teen possesses rather gentle features with light brown eyes that could be compared to the shade of honey. Her lips are a rosy pink color that contrasts well with her peachy skin, rare for someone from her District as most are rather tan. She has long and silky brown hair that goes to her waist, and is mostly left down with two thin braids circling back to keep her strands out of her face. Even though her hair appears perfectly straight when dry, it curls after being wet. She tends to wear rather casual attire and pants, as well as other things that allow her to have free motion. Despite her own opinion of her looks, teenage boys find her rather attractive, not that she pays much attention to them.

Digging Deeper

Family:

? Tanner Quill/Brother/19 | Olive Quill/Mother/45| Penny Quill/Sister/13 [Deceased] | Lawrence Quill/Father/46

Traits:

?Intelligent, Quick, Agile, Careful, Hot-Headed, Spontaneous, Worrisome, Athletic


Skills:


? Hunting | Nature Knowledge

Strengths:

?Quick Reflexes | Resourceful | Endurance | Strength |


Weaknesses:


?Bad Close Combat Fighter | Arrogant | Reckless |

Beneath the Surface

Likes:

?Working | Hunting | Exercising | Chocolate | Bread


Dislikes:


? Liars | Peacekeepers | The Capitol | President Snow | Cold Weather


Weapon of Choice:


? Bow and Arrow | Knife/Dagger

Stories from District Seven

History:


Amethyst was born during a time of drought to Olive and Lawrence Quill. She was their third child, and the one they'd never planned on. Because of the dry season District 7 was experiencing, work was scarce and money was tight. The family was forced to sacrifice the only child eligible so far to have her name in the drawing. Penny was fine with it, as she cared more for her surviving family than her own life. When she was six, Amethyst witnessed her sister being ripped to shreds by Reptile mutations during the Hunger games. Blood curdling scream filled her kitchen. It threw her family into a rut. Her mother went into such a deep depression she could no longer force herself out of bed. Her father became a drunk, betting on their lives for a sip of alcohol. From then on Amethyst hated the Capitol and all that the Snow bloodline lived for.


She grew up tough, and full of strength she'd developed from taking care of her ill older brother. Tanner had been born with a disease that caused his immune system to attack his own body. However, she'd been able to work hard and afford his medicine, taking from the Peacekeepers and entering her name, countless times. She tried to keep him hidden, away from the eyes of the Capitol. They used sick people like him for research, for mutations, and anything of that kind when someone had entered their name past their limits. Money was everything, and she didn't have it. One day, she came home from the Forest to find Tanner being forced out of their home by peace keepers. He'd been picked. She kicked and screamed to fight hold and hug her brother, but nothing could be done. It's been a year, a year with emptiness in her heart and cold hatred deep in her soul.


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Baron Lascius

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"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart." -Finnick Odair

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NAME


Baron Lascius


ALIASES


'Barci' | 'Bear' to a select few


AGE


Seventeen


SEXUALITY


No one knows but him.


GENDER


Cis Male


DISTRICT


Four | Fishing

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HAIR


Honey Blonde


EYES


Sea Green


HEIGHT


5'11"


WEIGHT


160 lbs


BUILD


Ecto-mesomorphic


NOTICEABLE FEATURES


Baron has rather milky skin, which is dusted lightly with freckles. His baby face is quite the catch with the ladies and they also tend to point out his jaw line and hallowed cheeks, not that he particularly cares. There's also a fairly noticeable knife scar across his right eyebrow.

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PERSONALITY


A serious, somewhat nonchalant male who has a knack for easily getting irritated and proving others wrong.


TRAITS


Selectively Caring


Patient


Athletic


Intelligent


Irritable


Moody


LIKES


Swimming


Fishing


Cooking


Trap-making


Silence


DISLIKES


Impatience


The Capitol


Cold Weather


Recklessness


Ignorance


ECCENTRICITIES


Ignoring people when annoyed.


Abruptly leaving.


Clenching his fists/jaw.


Observing surroundings without anyone noticing.

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BIOGRAPHY


Baron Lascius was born to Demessia and Colmir Lascius on a day where the seas crashed angrily against her sailors. People recognize the period as one of the worst fishing days in history, having not been able to catch sea creatures as well as fishing materials being destroyed. Although that day was remarkably dark, the Lascius household was bright.


Years would go by before real troubles began brewing. It was a well known fact that Demessia Lascius was the granddaughter of Finnick Odair, one of the key figures that ended the previous Capitol. Because of this, the Lascius family was kept under a watchful eye and the moment they hinted that they were part of the rebellion, they were whisked away. Baron ended up being alone for a few years since his grandparents were also taken. It wasn't until he turned eight that his great grandmother Annie Cresta, wife of Finnick, found him and took him under her wing. Since then, he'd hear stories about his great grandfather and how much of a hero he truly was.


If Baron didn't hate the Capital before, he did starting then.


STRENGTHS


Close Combat Fighting


Upper Body Strength


Endurance


Quick Thinking/Reflexes


WEAKNESSES


Independent


Forest Knowledge


Loose-tongued


Short-sighted


SKILLS


Swimming


Ocean Knowledge


Astronomical Knowledge


WEAPONS OF CHOICE


Trident


Knife/Dagger

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RELATIONSHIPS


Annie Cresta Great Grandmother. 91.


THEMESONGS

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The winds were gentle that day and gentle winds usually meant more catches. On top of one of the many District Four boats, Baron was propped against a steel wall. He'd been sitting there for a while because there was nothing much to do and it wasn't like he could actually do anything. Yes there were quite a bit of fish out there, but that'd also mean there were quite a bit of fishermen. Fishermen that Baron would rather not deal with, especially with the 148th annual games coming soon.


"Barci."


The young blonde looked up and squinted his eyes from the setting sun's rays. It was nearing dark already and he'd only finished half the spear he was carving. Disappointment and slight annoyance aside, Baron stood up in one quick movement, dusted off his trousers, and answered. "Yes sir?"


The older man eyed Baron, his gray hairs catching the sunlight like a sail to wind. Baron felt his lip twitch when he saw the balding spot that his boss so desperately tried to conceal. In the past, a District 4 man could easily have that fixed but since the return of the depression, all districts were kept under strict guidance and couldn't do much, especially one of former rebelling regions. Which Barci and his boss happened to live in.


"You can go home now. S'getting darker sooner than we all expected. Make sure you feed ol' Annie too. Poor woman is probably craving some skillet."


With the the gray haired man left, leaving Baron to himself. The boy took that as his opportunity to head to his secret spot, a place where he did things a possible tribute shouldn't do. Train. It wasn't like he didn't know he shouldn't be working on his stance and formation, but the possibility of being drawn was... high. He also told himself that if anyone younger than fourteen was chosen, he'd volunteer, even though the gut-wrenching feeling was relentless.


Baron stood in a shallow pond that reach above his shins. He could feel the water dancing around his feet, hugging him as if he could never leave. In all honesty, Baron wish he could stay there forever, standing in in his deserted place, but he knew that since he was a rebellion descendant, that was impossible. They'd immediately come searching for him and if he wasn't found, Annie would be their bargaining chip.


He hated them. All of them. The Capitol. District 1. The Peacekeepers. Snow. President Celestia Snow should have been killed with the rest of them. A movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. If it wasn't for her, Panem would be peaceful and everyone could have co-existed in harmony. No one would have to worry about being taken, meaning his family would still be here. Baron readied himself, moving his feet ever so slightly and holding the spear he carved above his head. A part of him pitied Celestia though. He understood what it was like to have his parents taken away but he would have also understood what a corrupt person was.


In one quick motion, Baron launched his spear and the sound of rocks crashing and water rippling filled the soft air. He pulled the stick from the waters and the fish flew to the ground. He watched it slowly flop and spaz before leaving it alone to bleed and dry, like he wished the new, President Corinth Snow would.

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Kickin' Fishes

Bianca Aysu

"This is bullshit." -Bianca

REQUISITE

NAME


Bianca Marie Aysu


ALIASES


'B'


AGE


17


GENDER


Cis Female


SEXUALITY


Heterosexual


DISTRICT


Four - Fishing



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PERSONA

PERSONALITY


LIKES


DISLIKES


STRENGTHS


WEAKNESS


ECCENTRICITIES



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OTHER

THEME SONG


OTHER



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APPEARANCE

HAIR


Dark brown/Reddish; Wavy


EYES


Light green/blue


HEIGHT


5'6"


WEIGHT


135 pounds


BUILD


Athletic; Nimble


OTHER FEATURES



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IN DEPTH

BIOGRAPHY


QUESTION THINGS



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SAMPLE

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[JustWhipIt]

"Lose? A DeWolfe doesn't lose."

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Personality


It's no surprise that there are several perspectives on Jasper that exist out there. To the Capitol, he's very much an adored and beloved figure. On the flip side, he's despised in many of the poorer districts, being viewed as a kiss-up to the Capitol. What can be said for sure though, is that he's not your typical Career tribute—his calmness being the prime example. In fact, he rarely ever gets infuriated by others and often shrugs off insults as if they were nothing.


Traits


Athletic | Careful | Determined | Level-Headed | Prideful


Strengths


Close Combat | Fast Runner | Pain Tolerance | Physical Strength


Weaknesses


Arrogant | Not Used to Hunger | Survival Knowledge


Skills


Appealing to Sponsors | Combat | Tactful


Likes


Attention | Family | Money | Sunny Days | Praise


Dislikes


Being Judged | Pity | Pressure | Silence | Waiting


Weapon of Choice


Sword | Spear

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Token


A silver-chained necklace with a red jasper pendant, carved by his very own parents.


Theme

 

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"You need more than brains to win these games."
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BASICS

Name:

Quinton James Hendrix

Nickname:


Quinn


Age:


Seventeen


Gender:


Cis Male


District:


12


Sexuality:


Heterosexual

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APPEARANCE

Hair:


Light Brown




Eyes:

Light Brown / Hazel




Height:

6'1"




Weight:

178 lbs


Distinguishing Features:


Athletic Build


Strong Jawline when irritated.

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IN DEPTH

Family:


| Freya Hendrix / Mother / 40 | Erida Hendrix / Sister / 10 |


Traits:


| Clever | Disciplined | Courageous | Dynamic | Arrogant | Impatient | Sarcastic |


Strengths:


| Physical Combat Skills | Observant | Quick Reflexes | Fast | Strong|


Weaknesses:


| Lacks Knowledge on Edibles | Near-Sighted | Suspicious |


Skills:


| Trap Maker | Good Combat Skills | Problem Solver | Quick Thinker |


Likes:


| Erida | Working | Bread | Rain | District 12 |


Dislikes:


| President Corinth | Peace Keepers | The Capitol | District Two |


Weapon of Choice:


Knives | Axe

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STORIES FROM DISTRICT 12

History:


To Be Announced.


Theme Song:
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[Akeira]

Character Completion

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Basics

FULL NAME.


Peara Eunia Gallaway


AGE.


Sixteen


GENDER.


Female [Cisgender]


SEXUALITY.


Heterosexual


DISTRICT.


Eleven | Agriculture

Appearance

HAIR.


Sandy Brown | Brown; Curly


EYES.


She has green eyes.


HEIGHT.


5’4”


WEIGHT.


Approximately 120 pounds


BUILD.


Nimble, athletic, petite


OTHER FEATURES.


Peara’s birthmark is on her left hipbone. The tribute’s face resembles a soft oval, and she has a full, pink lips and a splash of freckles near her nose and mouth. Her eyebrows are dark and arched, standing out immensely against her butterscotch skin. In addition, she has a jagged scar on her right shoulder blade. This scar is due to climbing various trees in orchards, as a child. She has no piercings or tattoos. Peara has a tendency to wear dull, simple blouses and pants, given her home is one of the poorer districts in Panem. At home, she often wears plain work boots.

Persona

PERSONALITY TRAITS.


Clever | Empathetic | Perspective | Gallant | Adventurous


Headstrong | Cunning | Vigilant | Cheeky


STRENGTHS.


Agile | Stealth | Observant | Problem Solving


WEAKNESSES.


Close Combat Fighting | Intermittent | Confrontation


SKILLS.


Climbing | Tracking | Problem Solving | Knowledge of (In)Edibles


WEAPON OF CHOICE.


Sickle | Dagger | Slingshot


BEHAVIORAL QUIRKS.


To Be Completed Soon

In Depth

”Sometimes the things we dream about are merely the heart’s way of protecting us from what we really want, and what we’re really afraid to lose.”


- S. L. Naeole, Falling From Grace


To Be Completed Soon

Other

LIKES.


DISLIKES.


FEARS.


FAMILY.


Alistair Galloway | Father | 50 (Deceased)


____ | Mother | 45


To Be Completed Soon

Writing Sample

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”Deep in the meadow, hidden far away​

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray


Forget your woes and let your troubles lay


And when it's morning again, they'll wash away.”

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I will

Name:

Avery Robin Quinn




Nickname:

Ava, Birdie or Quinn




Age:

17




District:

12 - Mining




Gender:

Female




Sexuality:

Heterosexual
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HAIR

Dirty Blonde; Wavy




EYES

Grey/blue




HEIGHT

5'6"




WEIGHT

135 pounds




BUILD

Petite; Nimble
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Family:

Mother | Erica Alice Quinn | Sickly but Alive


Father | Alexander Robert Quinn | Died in the mines


Sister | Rose Daisy Quinn | Alive




Traits:

Quick-Thinker | Intelligent | Caring | Sarcastic | Envious | Blunt

Strengths:

Fast | Fit | Flexible | Nimble

Weaknesses:

Trust Issues | Arrogant | Anxious




Skills:

Eye-hand coordination | Endurance | Great with Bow and arrow

Likes:

Food | Her family | Hunting | Her bow and arrow

Dislikes:

The Capitol | Hunger games | President Snow | Death

Weapon of Choice:

Bow and Arrow/with extra strong arrows
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History:

Avery has always hated the President and the Capitol as much as the next person does and so did they family. They watched in sadness and fear as the tributes from District 12 died in front of their eyes. But Rose hated it the most. Sometimes Rose wouldn't come outside and watch it with her family. But Avery kept watching it as she knew at some point she was going to get picked. Life wasn't great in District 12 being the mining district and all. Everyday, Avery's father would go out into the mines and collect coal for the district while Avery sneaked out and hunts some birds then bring it back home for her family before her dad arrived home for dinner.


One day, Avery came home with a large bird for her family to eat and her mother started to prepare the food that Avery brought home. Once they made dinner the females of the family sat down and waited for their father and husband but he never showed up. They continued to waited for him, worrying out of their mind but not Avery she went outside and looked around, staying on her porch when a loud thundering noise and a blast or red and yellow caught her sight. Avery discovered that her father died in the explosion. Soon after her mother contracted a deadly disease short after the death of Alexander Quinn. Avery tried to stay and look after Rose and her mother but now she's been picked to go to the Hunger Games
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[Ariel]

Cosmo Clemends

Age - 16 ||| Gender - Male ||| Orientation - Bi-Demisexual ||| District - 10


Blood Type - B+

Appearance

Eye Color || Grey


Hair Color || Brown


Height || 5'11"


Weight || 176 lbs.


Body Type || Mesomorph


Scars/Blemishes || A few scars here and there acquired from taking care of the horses


Body Modifications || None


Other || Wears glasses


Preferred Weapon || Hunting/Skinning knives

Persona

|| Traits ||


- Calm | - Family oriented | - Compassionate


- Protective | - Quiet | - Passionate

|| Likes ||


- Horseback riding


- A warm day


- Hunting


- Playing games


- Homemade meals





|| Dislikes ||


- Snow/The cold


- Bullies


- Giving up


- Rain/Storms


- Lack of emotion





|| Strengths ||


- Cosmo has a good sense of morals, and stays true to what he believes in


- Cosmo is good at staying positive


- Killing in itself isn't so difficult because he has taken life before, even if it was animal lives





|| Weaknesses ||


- When Cosmo cares about something or someone, he is protective and will risk a lot for that person/object


- Cosmo crumbles when he loses the feelings or care for something. He needs a sort of humanity to grasp onto and if there is none, if there is no emotion or care, he loses hope and motivation


- He finds the thought of hurting someone else repulsive if they are innocent and don't deserve it





|| Skills ||


- Cosmo is a very skilled hunter meaning he knows when to stay quiet, what to listen for, and how to move.


- He has a very strong physique from working and simply exercising to better himself

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The Hunger Games

"Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there."


-Suzanne Collins

Aster Donbryll

Age - 17 ||| Gender - Female ||| Orientation - Pansexual ||| District - 3 ||| Blood Type - O-

Appearance

Eye Color || Brown


Hair Color || Light Brown


Height || 5'4"


Weight || 127 lbs.


Body Type || A mix between Ectomorph and Mesomorph


Scars/Blemishes || Lots of burns, cuts, scars, and gashes on her hands that slowly shrink in amount as you go up her arm.


Body Modifications || Small screw in her left ear serving as an earring


Preferred Weapon || Her wits and maybe a crossbow

Persona

|| Traits ||


- Sarcastic | - Confident | - Clever


- Blunt/Honest | - Brash | - Fierce





|| Likes ||


- Fire


- Coffee/Caffeine


- A good joke


- Confidence


- Apples





|| Dislikes ||


- Failure


- Being interrupted


- Boredom


- Liar


- High temperatures





|| Strengths ||


- Aster is a quick thinker, able to weigh options quickly and make a decision almost instantly


- Aster is very observant and intuitive.





|| Weaknesses ||


- Aster lacks a bit of empathy and is a nearly purely logical thinker, save her ability to invent and create things from almost nothing


- She's not very strong physically and in an actual one on one fight, is highly likely to fail.





|| Skills ||


- She can pick up just a few common items and know exactly what to do with them and can create things from these items.


- Aster is good at getting into people's heads, either saying what they want to hear or rather what they really don't want to hear.

Other

History || Since Aster could remember, her parents had been gone. Apparently they had died in a freak invention gone wrong that burned them both with half a building to follow. Her and her siblings were taken in by their Uncle, a carefree, older fellow with enough snark to ruffle anyone. Aster had always enjoyed her Uncle's company though her siblings did not. Aster and Jebediah shared something in common too: they both disliked her siblings. So more often times than not they were making jokes about them when they were alone and when Aster would say something to one of them, call them stupid perhaps, Jeb would join in on the laughter.





Aster wasn't very much like the two. King was a slacker with nothing better to do then laze around all day and occasionally work as a mechanic, a poor one at that. Candice never liked to get her hands dirty despite living in a district that often required one to do so. She married a wealthy, and very cruel, husband who lived in a family of well respected inventors. Since it seemed both were good at sitting around and collecting money, Aster supposed that's why they fell in love. Both her brother and sister disgusted Aster to a high degree and she often wished them dead. They taunted her for how she was, claiming nobody liked her and she would never find proper friends. But making friends and being liked wasn't something Aster ever really cared for. It was tinkering that she loved and it was tinkering that she did.


When it was her name called in the crowd of possible tributes, she cursed aloud. Aster wasn't scared or sad, just very. very angry. She was in the middle of inventions, on the possibility of making a breakthrough, and had no business being on a battlefield. It was then she grew a hatred for not just Snow, but for everyone really. Everyone but her Uncle. King and Candice had smug expressions on their faces when they witnessed the reaping. They did not even see her off and Aster was glad they did not because she probably would have beat one of their faces in. They were happy to be rid of her and knew she would surely die. Aster was determined to live through it just to spite them.




Occupation || Engineer/Inventor





|| Family ||


- Jebediah Donbryll - Uncle


- Candice Kindove (Married name) - Sister


- King Donbryll - Brother





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Aster sat at a wooden table, the dim light of a lamp shining over her hand and her tools, as she tried to piece together her latest invention. It was a small flying machine meant to deliver letters to people if you gave it something the person owned or something on them, such as a strand of hair or a piece of their clothing. It wasn't much use to anyone, only something to pass the time, something to do with her hands, something to maybe even earn her some money if she could convince some naive sap to purchase it from her. Aster, after all, did have a way with her words.


She heard the door open with a loud creak and didn't even have to turn her head to know who it was. It was King, her older, stupid brother who really wasn't good for anything as far as Aster was concerned. His clunky footsteps always gave him away; even they were obnoxious. Aster simply ignored his presence as he looked over her shoulder at what she had in her hands. After a few moments of this, she dropped the metal parts on the table and sighed.


"I can't work with your gross breath on my neck, it's uncomfortable."


"Working on another failure, I assume?" He asked with a smug grin.





"Yes and after this failure, I'll move on to you." She retorted, clearly frustrated with his presence. He only scoffed and backed up a few feet, not having a good enough come back to put into words.


"The Hunger Games is coming up soon."


"Don't care."


"President Snow is on the television."


"Again, not caring. Let them be horrible, soul sucking monsters elsewhere. They aren't the ones bothering me while I'm trying to work. I'll hate them when I, Aster Donbryll, participate as a tribute in the annual Hunger Games," Aster said sarcastically, mockingly even. It was only a couple more years and she wouldn't have to worry about such a pointless thing anymore. Aster never really thought she'd get chosen anyway...








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The Hunger Games

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"


-Suzanne Collins

 

[Zatanna]

Character Completion

Name


Iridessa Luz Solsken


"My name translates to Shining Light, Light, Sunshine. I'm a beacon of beautiful light."





Age


Seventeen


"Seventeen years of bullshit."





District


Eight // Textiles


"My family is full of designers. The best job in District Eight."





Gender


Female

"Are you a reject?"

Height


5 foot 7 inches


"Not too tall. Not too short."


Weight


130 pounds


"I'm not fat."





Build


Ectomorph


"Whatever that means."





Hair Color

Pecan Brown

"Usually brown eyes are ugly but not mine."


Eyes


Amber Brown


"It accent's my beautiful eyes."

Family


Becca Solsken - Mother(Alive)


Eric Solsken - Father (Alive)


"I hate them both. If I die I don't have to deal with them. And if I win I don't have to live with them. I win either way."





Traits


Sadistic / Calculating / Cunning / Brave / Dangerous / Murderous / Sensual / Psychotic


"Don't think you can define me in a few words."





Strengths


Fast Runner / Lower Body Strength / Deadly Accuracy/ High Pain Threshold


"Watch out."





Weaknesses


Little Body Fat / Little Upper Body Strength / Bad Left Wrist


"I won't go down easy."





Skills


Iridessa has no problem hurting, killing, or even torturing others.


Iridessa is extremely skilled in using whips and throwing objects..


Iridessa is skilled in Kickboxing.


Iridessa has her nails sharpened into claws.


"You better watch yourself."





Likes


Rain / Men / Fashion / Warmth / Sweets / Cat's


"Just thinking of these things make me happy."





Dislikes


The Cold / Sickness / Chocolate / Bird's / Silence / Her Parents


"Ew. Fuck off."





Weapon of Choice


Whips / Throwing Weapons (Knives, Ninja Stars, Etc.) / Her Claws


"Killer."

History


2+ Paragraph Writing Sample regarding the thoughts of your character on President Corinth Snow and the conditions of the Nation of Panem. Include a little about their daily lives. Remember that a lovely sample guarantees you a spot. c:


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||A G E|| 14


||G E N D E R|| Male


||T O K E N|| A Playing Card Given to him by his sister.


||D I S T R I C T|| 3


||WEAPON OF CHOICE|| While Douglas will hope to avoid all possible violence, His safest bet goes with a small, easy to carry Bowie knife.

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  Douglas has a a short yet oblong face with square cheekbones and a round chin. His marble like eyes are a soft coco brown and his thick eyebrows arch above the lining of his eyes. An average nose that extends over a resting smile on his face. Coffee brown hair made tattered by work and combing that stops right above his ears. He often has his hair combed or greased up into waves towards the front of his head. The soft and dull features of his face are nearly a reflection of his body shape, a frame that just as well doesn't stand out. He stands at five feet and ten inches with a lean frame that makes for great climbing skills.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  ● Makings/Scars/Tattoos: A row of box scars lines his upper back. The biggest being about half an inch wide and and inch long.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Sweet Things
  
  
  Playing Cards
  
  
  Swimming
  
  
  Reading
  
  
  Adventuring
  
  
  ||D I S L I K E S||
  
  
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  Math
  
  
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  Douglas has an odd fascination with collecting playing cards. This fascination started from a young age, oddly enough, playing cards would show up at random locations around the house. His favorite card being the one his sister gave him.
  
  
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  Douglas has a sweet nature, loving those close to him, and hating to see them hurt. For the ones he loves, he'll take a bullet for them any day. He's gentle around his loved ones, wanting to be the greatest person he can be for them and wanting to grow as strong of relationships that he can. Douglas lives in a world that is concrete and harsh, yet he's truly warm and kind-hearted, and wants to believe the best of people. Douglas loves harmony, and is never one to start a conflict.
  
  
  Douglas has rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. He constantly takes in information about people and situations that is personally important to him, and stores it away. This makes Douglas incredibly observant, knowing how the people, world, and things around him work. He's often one to plan things out in his mind before acting on them. Douglas loves to have fun. Nothing fascinates Douglas more then the idea of Adventure. Just the word is enough to make him pumped and prepared for whatever lies ahead of him. Most of his free time is spent climbing and exploring the trees around the district, seeing what he could not see from the ground.
  
  
  Silence is Douglas's way of expressing certain emotions. In dark or tough situations, Douglas is often one to keep to himself, in hopes of staying out of people way, and not ruining the mood. He feels that silence is a daily necessity that is needed to get through each day alive. His silence isn't always smiled upon and often lands him in trouble. However, he's often one to use humor to express his anger or disenchantment.
  
  
  Douglas understands the brutality and roughness of the world around him. The humanity of the world that surrounds him has affected him first hand, but he still denies sinking down to the level of many others. Douglas is always willing to win as long as it has nothing to do with the harm of others. His mindset is that entirely of innocence and peace. He'll never be able to inflict pain on others, that is, until they harm a loved one. When one of Douglas's family or friends is put in danger all bets are off for him.
  
  
  
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  Delpha Buckley - Mother
  
  
  Stephan Buckley - Father
  
  
  Errol Buckley - Brother
  
  
  Ophelia Buckley - Sister (Deceased)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Douglas was born into a family of four. Both his mother, Delpha Buckley, and his sister, Ophelia Buckley were hard workers for the district. His brother, before him, was an Assembly Operator. Douglas's father grew a reputation as unemployed alcoholic who was usually to drunk to carry his own weight. Delpha would often try her hardest to separate the family from Stephan and his alcoholism, but rarely succeeded. Douglas and his siblings were forced to become adults earlier then most people. His mother never had enough time to take care of all three children, making her life pure hell. Growing up Douglas almost never saw his father sober, and when he was sober, he was asleep.
  
  
  His life mainly consisted of work and play. When he wasn't being taught how to correctly handle wires and circuits, he was collecting small items from around the district and climbing trees. Even while he was supposed to be working, his mind would always be drifting off on to something else. He often landed himself in trouble by being distracted by his blinding curiosity or sense of adventure. His work was almost always placed second due to his idea of adventure. His humor and need for play constantly made him a magnet for trouble.
  
  
  Douglas's life hit a hard spot when he was only ten. A sewing fire broke out in the family's home leaving Ophelia dead. This was incredibly rough on Douglas, as he had grown a very strong relationship with Ophelia. His favorite memory of her being the card she gave him when he was eight. Her death only caused Stephan's alcoholism to rage greater. As a whole, Ophelia's death brought Douglas, his brother, and his mother even closer together.
  
  
  The sole idea of the games is one that sends shivers down his spine. The violence as brutality of the games he's heard and been taught about is horror to Douglas's ears. The horrendous nature of the world around had been apart of him his whole life, but the games took it to a whole new level. The games were the embodiment of everything Douglas was afraid of, everything he hated about the world around him.
  
  
  
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  ||GENERAL STRENGTHS||Douglas is always one to plan things out in his mind before they happen. He's also the type of person who must have a full proof plan before going through with something. If there's a need for Plan b, then he's already there to fix something. Douglas is a sneaky son of a bitch, knowing when, how and who to trick in life, especially if it's for the greater good. Douglas's speed and agility give him incredibly slick escape and sneak advantages.
  
  
  
  
  
  ||PHYSICAL SKILLS||Douglas's lean shape and good upper body strength make him very agile. He's able to jump from tree to tree easily and almost birdlike. His thin body shape and tall form make him a great runner. His speed may be his greatest and most helpful physical attribute. His upper body is his strongest area on him.
  
  
  ||MENTAL SKILLS||Douglas is gifted with the ability to write ,speak and read advanced English. His mother belived the language was the spot he needed to know best. His strongest skill is (obviously) speaking, followed by reading then writing.
  
  
  ||SOCIAL SKILLS||This may be where Douglas shines brightest. His upbeat personality and bubbly tone makes him a target for friends. Douglas's believes that the ability to make friends and keep them is an ability that many take for granted.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ||GENERAL WEAKNESSES||Douglas's views and standpoints are made entirely of an innocent nature. He has an extreme dislike for conflict and violence, making him useless during battle. His strategies and tactics rarely involve the harm of others. His fighting skills are poor, and his ability to withstand pain are just as minimal.
  
  
  ||PHYSICAL VULNERABILITIES||As stated above, his abilities to with stand pain are very low. Along with his his pain toleration, his strength is minimal. Douglas's is unable to lift most heavy things. This as well affects his endurance. While he is able to climb very well, his ability to hang in one place isn't as great. This forces him to continue moving without long pauses.
  
  
  ||MENTAL VULNERABILITIES||While his mother taught him as much as she could about English, math wasn't as much of a priority for her. Douglas is able to preform simple math equations with addition, subtraction and multiplication. Division and everything above it is where Douglas has trouble with.
  
  
  ||EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITIES||Douglas's softest spot when it comes to emotional baggage is his family. The thought of his family being placed in harms way (again) is enough to make Douglas feel sick.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Douglas's hand extended into the air of the District Three morning. The air was cool, damp, and brisk. The perfect way it should be for tree climbing. His hand wrapped around the tree branch the poked out just a few inches above him. Douglas quickly hoisted himself onto the next branch before finding himself at the very top of the tree he'd been climbing for a while now.
  
  
  His gaze quickly locked on the breathtaking sight that was District Three from a bird's eye view. Down below him, the rooftops of the dozens of buildings peeked above the thin layer of mist that covered the ground. He slowly inhaled more of the cool air that smelt heavily of pine. He exhaled peacefully as the sun's first glimmer of light began to shine above the horizon.
  
  
  When not fogged down by work, or tragedy, or death, or political empowerment. Douglas felt like being in the trees gave him the ability to take it easy, as if the world he lived in was nothing but a large flower meadow with a lake and lots of sunshine.
  
  
  But often times, Douglas climbed even the tallest of trees in District 3, but he'd still feel hopeless. Still feel like that any moment, Mrs. Snow could swoop down and take him and his family away, never to be seen again.
  
  
  "May the odds be ever in your favor." Douglas whined in a mockery of President Snow's Voice.
  
  
  
  
  
  Better get back home before breakfast.
  
  
  Douglas's hand slowly gripped the tree branch before he slid down to the branches below him. He jumped from each branch to the branch below it. He reached the bottom branch before jumping down onto the grassy ground below him. He landed on his feet and palms before quickly recoiling his hand from the ground in pain. Damn Splinter. Douglas pushed himself up from the ground while examining the red dot on his lower palm. A small dab of blood leaking from the spot of the splinter. Mother was good at taking care of things like this. Douglas quickly took off towards the house where mother had probably started breakfast.
  
  
  Douglas pushed open the door before stepping in to the neatly sorted living room. He huffed at the sight of Errol passed out on the couch. Douglas's eyes wandered to the picture of Ophelia on the coffee table next to the couch. The smell of eggs entered the living room from down the hall. He quickly skipped through the hall and into the kitchen. "Hey mom,"
  
  
  He eagerly awaited the lecture he was about to receive for climbing those 'damned trees again."
  
  
  “You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
  
  
  ― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
  
  
  

 

[RosateNena]

Name:


Petra Rina


Age:


Seventeen


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Pansexual


District:


Ten

Height:


5'4"


Weight:


142 Ibs


Hair:


Blonde


Eyes:


Blue


Build:


Fit

Traits:


Calm


Independent


Mature


Kind





Strengths:


Athletic


Quiet


Huntress





Weaknesses:


Lacks Plant Knowledge


Stubborn





Skills:


Can Hunt


Fast Reflexes





Likes:


Long Walks


Animals


Outdoors


Family





Dislikes:


The Capital


Peacekeepers


Obnoxiousness





Weapon of Choice:


Knives/Daggers

Family:


Bloom Rina (Mother)(Deceased)


Hill Rina (Father)


Dot Rina (Sister)(Younger)


Miles Rina (Brother)(Younger)


History:


Petra was always just like her father- calm and collected. They were close from the start, and always enjoyed spending time with one another. Whether it be walking around in the fields, or feeding the animals, they did it together. They never spent much time at home, as they believed that the outdoors were far better.


Around the time Petra was ten, her mother had died while giving birth to twins. She wasn't too terribly hurt, considering she always preferred her father. It was strange to have not only one new sibling, but two. Since they no longer had their mother to care for them, their father had to start staying home and caring for the new children.


Petra began to feel neglected, as her favorite person had started ignoring her. She became more independent, along with more mature over time. Her siblings began to see her as a motherly figure, which she didn't know how to respond to at the time. She's grown used to the idea, and acts perhaps twice her age now. Her father has not a clue as to how to feel about this, so he simply doesn't say anything at all.

Sample:


The scent of animal feces and constant noise fills the air, but nobody is bothered by it. Petra scratched behind the ear of a pig, smiling as it seems to enjoy the feeling. Her smile falters, as she knows in the back of her mind that he's about to be slaughtered. She was sent to go retrieve the poor animal, and bring it back to her father.


Petra takes the pig into her arms, still scratching behind his ears. She wants him to be as calm as possible, so he's at peace when he dies. This is something she always does for the animals, as it's the best she can do for them. She may be a butcher, but she still has a soul.


"Ah, set him down on the table," Petra's father says. She does as she is told, and steps back so Hill can do his work. She watches as the pig begins to become frantic, and suddenly loses his head.


"If only that would happen to Snow," Petra whispers as she heads towards the fields. She walks at a fair pace, her arms crossed as she takes in the scenery. District 10 is simply all farmland, and it's filled with livestock that will eventually die.


"Petra! Petra!" The young girl snaps her head towards the direction in which she hears her name, and smiles as the twins run towards her. She drops to her knees, allowing them to run into her arms while in a fit of giggles.


"What are you two doing over here?" Petra asks as she pulls away.


Dot shrugs, "The men in the white suits told us to scram."


Petra feels her blood boil slightly under her skin, but she remains calm. She's always hated the Peacekeepers, and how they invade everybody's privacy. They always believe that somebody will run at them with a knife, which they think allows them to rummage everyone's home for some reason.


"Let's go for a walk then, yeah?" Petra intertwines her fingers with Dot and Miles, then begins walking towards the fields again.

 

[Zatanna]

Character Completion

Name


Atticus Kato Slater

"My name even sounds strong."




Age


Eighteen

"I'm a man."




District


Two // Masonry

"I was raised for this."




Gender


Male

"Are you fucking stupid?"

Height


5 foot 11 inches


"You'll see me coming."





Weight


215 pounds


"Pure muscle."





Build


Mesomorph


"It means im pure muscle."





Hair Color


Umber Brown


"It's just hair."





Eye Color


Sea Foam Blue


"Don't look into my eyes too long... You'll drown."

Sexuality

Bisexual (Closeted Homosexual)

"I like guys? Who cares..."

Family


Maxus Slater - Father (Alive)


Cassia Slater - Mother (Alive)


Valentina Slater - Sister (Alive)

"My family means everything to me. I will always protect them."




Traits


Brave / Strong / Charming / Flirtatious / Athletic / Savage

"What can I say? I'm a catch."




Strengths


Close Combat / Physical Strength / Trained Fighter / Good at Getting Sponsors

"Strong as an Ox."




Weaknesses


Cocky / Reckless / Protective / Weak Swimmer / His Family

"My strengths overcome my weaknesses anyways."




Skills

Atticus is knowledgeable about weapons and knows how to use them to inflict the most damage.


Atticus is a very skilled close combat fighter.


Atticus is very good at getting sponsors.


Atticus has no problem killing.


"I told you I was bred for this."




Likes


Men / Fighting / His Family / Weapons

"Hell yeah."




Dislikes


Swimming / District 6 / Pity / Monkey's

"Trash."




Weapon of Choice


Sword / Mace / Hammer

"I could use any to kill you though."

History


2+ Paragraph Writing Sample regarding the thoughts of your character on President Corinth Snow and the conditions of the Nation of Panem. Include a little about their daily lives. Remember that a lovely sample guarantees you a spot. c:

 

[Psychedelia]

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Name - Anahita Bijou


Nickname - Ana


Age - Seventeen


Gender - Female


Sexuality - Heterosexual


District - One

Skills

- Able to charm her way into/out of things


- Relatively adept when it comes to hunting and gathering -- but not fishing


- Proficient in both hand-to-hand and long distance combat


Strengths

- Intelligent/Intuitive


- Agile


- Strong


- Charisma


- Observant




Weaknesses

- Stubborn


- Arrogant


- Easily famished


- Easily vexed -- but good at hiding it (when she wants to)


Weapon of Choice

- Her wit


- Knives


- Blowgun

History - Anahita has lived a life of luxury since the day she was born. Her parents bought her anything and everything she could ever wish for... Everything that could be bought, that is. The one thing they never really gave her was love and compassion; her older brother, Ciaran, being the only one she ever really felt close to. Growing up, her mother would lecture her daily, constantly judging her and pushing her to follow strict guidelines when it came to behavior and etiquette. Her father, similarly, would wake her and Ciaran up in the early hours of the day to teach them combat alone, then, later, he would proceed to force them into career training. Day in and day out he encouraged his kids to fight each other and berated them for not practicing their skills, even if they had already spent hours working on them that day.


Looking back, Ana is thankful for the extensive training because she knows that what they were learning could save her life one day. She absolutely hates violence and would rather not hurt or kill another person but, as taught by her father, she would choose to save herself over anyone else any day. This mindset took years to form and was the result of brutal mental and physical abuse from her father. As a kid, she used to try to refuse training some days but, eventually, she was beaten into compliance. Her brother was punished much less but only because he never bothered to question their parents' and the capitol's views. Now, and ever since she turned thirteen, she has been going along with everything just to get by.


On her thirteenth birthday, as some sort of ritual, her father had her brother 'surprise' her with an attack, resulting in her needing intensive medical care for a deep slice into her leg. Her father chose not to sympathize with his daughter, of course, and only had one insult after the other for her not being able to handle 'such a small task'. Thankfully, her mother finally stepped up and began treating Ana significantly better to compensate for her husband's neglect. Ciaran, heartbroken over having injured his little sister so severely, never stopped apologizing and began showing signs of empathy, for once. After that incident, Ana never really bothered to worry about morals anymore. Instead, she was all about self-preservation and trying to learn everything there was to know before possibly ending up in the games.


Family

- Alastair Bijou - Father - 51 - Alive


- Giada Bijou - Mother - 48 - Alive


- Ciaran Bijou - Brother - 25 - Alive


- Sapphira Bijou - Sister-in-law - 24 - Alive


- Camila Bijou - Niece - 4 - Alive


- Abel Bijou - Nephew - 2 - Alive


Traits

- Charismatic


- Empathetic


- Intelligent


- Kind



- Self-Preserving


- Overly Confident



- Honest




Likes

- Diamonds


- Food


- Nature


- Watching the stars


- Thunderstorms


Dislikes

- Combat


- The Capitol


- Excessively hot/cold weather


- Her father


- Fishing

Height - 5' 7"


Weight - 130 lbs.


Eye Color - Brown


Hair Color - Dark Brown


Distinguishing Features

- A single scar on her upper left thigh. It's a few inches in length and rather gnarly so she does her best to keep it hidden.

"Here's some advice. Stay alive."
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[Lady Odyssey]

Trevor Harrison Clarke
District 7

The Basics

Name:


Trevor Harrison Clarke


Age:


Eighteen


District:


7


Gender:


Male


Family:


Jonathan Clarke - Father


Alissa Clarke - Mother, Deceased


Luke Clarke - Older Brother, Deceased


Brooklyn Clarke - Younger Sister


Hannah Clarke - Younger Sister

Persona

Traits:


Outgoing - Thoughtful - Caring - Gentle


Sympathetic - Easily Manipulated


Strengths:


Extroverted - Trevor isn't afraid to go out of his way to meet people, and poke fun at complete strangers just to coax a smile out of them. He constantly has an air of openness about him, and doesn't shy away from an opportunity to make a friend.


Contemplative - Though he has difficulty thinking before he speaks, he can be, from time to time, pensive and serious when needed. Even so, it takes quite some time before he spills any thoughts or ideas he has, mainly because he wants to give others the chance to beat him to it.


Compassionate - To be put simply, Trevor's heart is bigger than his head. No matter if someone wrongs him, he can't help but to be the one to reach out to them with kindness. He's often a sweetheart, and tends to seek the welfare of other people.


Weaknesses:


Naive - Even if he has the best of intentions, Trevor has a tendency to be naive more than anything. In the face of the obvious, he refuses to accept the truth and instead blindly hopes for the best. It can be his greatest strength or the cause of his downfall.


Hot Headed - At times, emotions clouds his eyes and judgement. Whether it be his love or anger, he is too quick to let his emotions dominate his actions and thoughts, and impulsively act on them. Consequences don't mean anything to him, if he were being honest.


Easily Manipulated - Trevor is so very, very easily manipulated by others. Especially when said person appears to be in distress, as he is often quick to want to help others. Many have taken advantage of his caring, compassionate side, and more often than not ends up getting him hurt all too frequently.


Skills:


- Quick Thinking


- Improvisation


- Making Fire/Camp


- Anything with Physical Labor


Likes:


Kids - Cheesy Jokes - Warm Weather - Anything Blue


Animals - Making Friends - Summer


Dislikes:


Winter - Cold Weather - the Capitol - Being Helpless


Being Alone - Snobs - Swimming


Weapon of Choice:


Lumber Axe, Sword

Stories from District 7

History:


Just like every other tribute, with the exception of the more luxurious districts, Trevor is plagued with vague memories of going hungry as a child, never seeming to have enough to eat, never having enough of... well, anything. It pained him deeply to see his younger twin sisters hungry, so he ended up giving most of his meals to them out of love, even if his mother disapproved. Regardless, the tightly knit family carried on just as well as anyone else could, and pushed through it. During this difficult time period, Trevor grew especially close with his siblings, particularly his older brother, Luke. The two were constantly rousing trouble among the other children, initiating outdoor games when school or work wasn't in place. The guards were never fond of the two.


Life was going just fine until the Reaping of the 146th Hunger Games. Luke's name was drawn. The Clarke family was devastated, shattered the moment he took that first step on the stage. A small part of Trevor went missing when, five days in the Game, Luke was speared by a District Four tribute, televised for the whole nation to witness. Life dragged on after that, and their mother took it especially hard. She died three months after Luke's death. The doctors claim it was a heart attack, but Trevor knew better. She'd been drinking more than her share those few months, and he could only assume she, perhaps, overdosed on pills. His father was far too busy working to wallow in grief the way Trevor did. Trevor grieved for about a month, and moved on. He had to, for his sisters.

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