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Thread: Hunger Games Character Profiles

The Basics Name Kevin Cato Martins Nickname Kev ,KC BirthdayAge May 18th 18 years old Birth Location District 2 Special Skills Hand to hand combat, sword fighting, Lifting heavy objects JobCharacter Type Tribute Appearance Hair Color Dark Brown Eye Color Blue Weight 215 Height '6,3 Basic Physical Description Tall, very built, muscular, clean cut Other Features None Visual Representation Background Personality Bold, Arrogant, Determined, Takes a lot to earn his respect History Born and raised in District 2. Kevin was raised as a career tribute along with his sister Raven. His father was always hard on the two and expected nothing but the best out of both of them. Kevin worked hard to make his father proud and his whole life was based around the Hunger Games and bringing honor to District 2 by becoming a victor one day. Being from District 2 Kevin knows a lot about combat and killing. He has learned to have no mercy on anyone in the arena and he intends to lead his team to victory. Family Donovan MartinsFather, Amy Martins Mother, Raven Martins Sister Likes Being in charge, Hand to hand combat, Reading, music Dislikes People who go against the capitol, Weakness, cowards Fears Not being able to win the Hunger Games Best Memoryies Training to become a tribute, helping to train his sister to become a tribute Worst Memoryies Being over worked to the point of passing out Favorite Colors Black, white, red Sexual Orientation Straight, Dominate, Has experience The Basics Name Raven Martins Nickname None BirthdayAge September 19th 17 years old Birth Location District 2 Special Skills Hand to hand combat, knife throwing, archery JobCharacter Type Tribute Appearance Hair Color Black Eye Color Grey Weight 135lbs Height '5,4 Basic Physical Description Average height, Athletic build, Boyish but pretty Other Features None Visual Representation Background Personality Charming, Arrogant, Straight forward, has a soft side that rarely ever shows. History Raised as a career tribute in District 2. Her brother Kevin and her father Donovan along with a few others taught her everything she knows. Her life much like her brothers revolved around preparing for the Hunger Games. Her family always had everything they needed being big supporters of the capitol so none of them really know what it's like to struggle. She was always told to be merciless when she entered the arena the day she would volunteer as tribute but Raven although trained to be a ruthless killer doesn't think she can out right kill someone unless it's self defense. Family Donovan Martins Father ,Amy Martins Mother, Kevin Martins Brother Likes Reading, Training, Music Dislikes Liars, has a hidden hatred for the Capitol and President MacNimare Fears Losing her brother in the Games, Dying in the Games Best Memoryies Wrestling around with her brother during down times in training Worst Memoryies Injuring her left knee during a training Favorite Colors Red, Blue, Black, Green Sexual Orientation Lesbian, Switch, Has some experience
Thread: Hunger Games Character Profiles

Name Ben Russell Nickname if any Shock BirthdayAge Oct. 28 18 Birth Location What DistrictArea of Panem District 3 Special Skills i.e. Fishing, Hunting, etc. Electronic skills JobCharacter Type i.e. Tribute, Mentor, Stylist, etc. tribute Appearance Hair Color Black Eye Color Brown Weight 220 Height 6'0'' Basic Physical Description He is a short six feet tall when looking at him but his in pretty strong for someone who has work on computers, most of his weight comes from muscle. Very toned but not visibly ripped. Other Features includes scars, birthmarks, etc Visual Representation pictures should be approximately 150h x 100w pixels real people images only Background Personality list 5 - 10 words that describe your character Outspoken, Defiant, Rough around the edge when dealing with new people, has a weird sense of humor, Brave. History Ben was born to a poor family with little to no money. It was up to his father to provide for them but when he was caught breaking into store. Ben was left alone with his mother, who was weak and has no means to get money herself. at the age of 10 ben was able to work in engineering and had talent for it able to make things out of scrap and junk to give it a propose. By 17 he was able to build many things for his family and was the talk of his district as someone who could win the hunger games when got towards the capital and sure enough Ben was chosen the very next year when high expectations for him to win. Family His father Benjamin Russell Sr. is still in jail while his mother, Elizabeth Russell passed away while he was 16. She was sick and weak for most of his life so he understood that she was going to live very long. Likes Building things, taking stuff apart, kid games jacks, Tic-tac-toe, kick the can Dislikes Being in the dark cramp spaces, arrogant people who don't have skills, snobby rich people Fears Never being able to build again, letting people down who believe in him Best Memoryies The day he build his first thing, an electronic wheelchair for his mother. Worst Memoryies The day his mother died Favorite Colors Green, and Blue Sexual Orientation Straight, with little experience
Thread: Hunger Games Character Profiles

The Basics Name River Taylor Nickname None BirthdayAge January 1st18 years. Birth Location ... Special Skills JobCharacter Type Tribute Appearance Hair Color Blond Eye Color Black Weight 175lbs Height 6'2 Basic Physical Description Lean, athletic, runner's build, fair skinned. Other Features Various scars along his arm. Origin undisclosed. Visual Representation Background Personality Sadistic, cold, History Family Likes Better left unknown... Dislikes Anyone that annoys him, Fears Best Memoryies Worst Memoryies Favorite Colors Black, grey. Sexual Orientation Straight, mildly experienced, dominant.
Thread: Hunger Games Character Profiles

The Basics Name Darius Crow Nickname Crow BirthdayAge October 7th 25 years old Birth Location The Capitol Special Skills Hair, Make up, Wardrobe JobCharacter Type Stylist for District 10 Ryan's assistant Appearance Hair Color Changes Often Eye Color Turquoise Weight 200lbs Height '6,2 Basic Physical Description Average height, not toned but not fat, likes to paint his face every now and then Other Features Various tattoos all over his body, both ears pierced, tongue pierced Visual Representation Background Personality Fun Loving, straight forward, kind, likes to help people out History Grew up in the capitol with his parents who were total supporters of the president and the Hunger Games. Darius usually kept to himself and didn't join in on any of the celebrations held in the capitol until he met his friend Ryan. The two met when they were teenagers while a showing of the hunger games was on at a restaurant he went to for lunch. All he heard was Ryan's disapproval and he was drawn to her. Now he works for Ryan as an assistant stylist, he loves his job and loves being able to be around his best friend all day. Family Marcus CrowFather, Marissa CrowMother Likes Reading, Styling, experimenting with different products, goofing off Dislikes The capitol, President MacNimare, Liars, Snobs Fears His opinions on the capitol will be exposed and he'll lose everything. Best Memoryies Starting work with Ryan, Meeting Ryan Worst Memoryies Being forced to watch the games growing up, Every time Luna opens her mouth Favorite Colors Red, Black, Blue, Green Sexual Orientation Straight, Dominate, Has Experience
Thread: Hunger Games Character Profiles

b The Basics b Name River Taylor Nickname None BirthdayAge January 1st17 years. Birth Location District 2 Special Skills Tomahawk wielding, firearms despite their illegal status in the Games, hand-to-hand combat JobCharacter Type Tribute Appearance Hair Color Blond Eye Color Black Weight 175lbs Height 6'2 Basic Physical Description Lean, athletic, runner's build, fair skinned. Other Features Various scars along his arm. Origin undisclosed. A scar on the inside of his arm from a dog bite. Visual Representation Background Personality Sadistic, cold, cocky, cruel, careless, reckless, fucked up. History Strange events always ended up following River throughout his childhood. Pets would end up dead, fires would be started, and the mysterious drowning of his younger brother Storm left the family rattled. Some suspicions of River floated around the family. He was different than other children. He took a particular glee from watching the Hunger Games, enough so that even his loyalist mother grew disturbed. His father, however, encouraged the behavior, knowing that it would make him a success in the Games. He was trained as a Career, and this year, his second to last year of eligibility he volunteers as the final Tributw from District 2. River is not a Capitol loyalist like his parents. Rather, he is something of a rogue. He joins the Hunger Games not for the honor, but for the killing. Family Ironrod Taylor Father, Daisy Taylor Mother, Storm Taylor Brother Deceased. Likes Better left unknown... Dislikes Anyone that annoys him even mildly, things he can't have, prudes. Fears Dogs and most other animals. They don't seem to like him... Best Memoryies Going out and hunting then skinning his kills...whether or not they were dead yet, watching the Hunger Games as a young child, volunteering as Tribute. Worst Memoryies His father denying him the chance to volunteer on his first year of eligibility in the Games when he was 12. Favorite Colors Black, grey. Sexual Orientation Straight, mildly experienced, dominant.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Deanna Troi frowned slightly to herself as she reread the reports from multiple women aboard the starship Enterprise. All of them were reporting the same thing. Love sick feelings towards the newest member on the ship, the part Klingon, part Human security officer. Officer Thomas seemed to have a goal of getting into every female officer's rooms. With his good looks and charming attitude working for him it wasn't hard either. Deanna was one of the last to refrain from his wiles, and the session she had schedualed for him today would hopefully shed some light on his mental health. Deanna was now waiting for Thomas to show up to their meeting. She closed the reports on her PADD and pulled up his personelle file. Setting the PADD onto her desk, Deanna brought the tea she had gotten and set it on one end of the desk. She sat down to patiently wait for the security officer to show up.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Lieutenant Thomas Barthomou Alexander Hellsing, walked easily down the Enterprises hallway. The quarter Klingon was too tall for a normal human at 8' 8, and his unique musculature meant he was about twice as strong as a Klingon and could more often then not time with a Vulcan. The man's skin pigment went in sharp contrast with his parent being almost eerily white. Straw blond hair brushed back smooth, and had a upper back length braid in the back. His build was lean and mean like a swimmer or martial artist, thick but built for speed. His almost black Sapphire blue eyes were alert but relaxed. His black Kardassian skin gloves and thick Klingon style coat were non standard issue, as were the dozen semi legal upgrades he'd made. However Thomas's command suffered the least of the rather high casualties of the Enterprise crew. In fact issues with command and his own lack of interest in it, were probably what kept the an from becoming head security office on another ship. Thomas smiled as he entered the room and kissed Deanna's hand, I thought the boys were messing with e when they said we had an angel on board. One two tried to read Thomas would find two very distinct things A true mind reader would hear numbers An entire run down of all the ways to make 21. While an empath would feel a wall of lust. Not a man's lust, more like a teens lust a if he were thinking of a pin up model. It was not an all encompassing needed just like a lover. It was a crude but effective empathic barrier, but projecting the lust felt for the image, it made it harder to sense the emotion under neath. he eeings one might get that this was always going in the quarter Klingon's head.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

His compliment caught Deanna by surprise, if he started off conversations with that no wonder he was so popular with the women. She wasn't going to be fooled though. She was a professional and that's exactly how this meeting would be. Resisting the urge to blush and then frown, Deanna simply removed her hand from his grasp and waved it to the empty chair. Please. Sit Officer Hellsing. We have much to discuss. She smiled slightly and sat down in her own chair. Would you care for some tea? Deanna needed something to distract herself. The wall of lust she was sensing from him was quickly giving her a headache. She tried to feel her way around it, to sense any underlying emotions but it wasn't working. Either he was used to working with telepaths and keeping them out or he was simply extremely sex driven. This session was going to be difficult if she couldn't get any real, deep feelings from him. Even his face betrayed only one thing, the fact that he found her attractive. She had a feeling this was going to be the start of a very long day.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Thomas smiled charmingly, Don't worry Deanna, I promise not to bite too hard at least, unless you want me too. He was behind her in an instant whimpering in her ear as he meant more and more lust at the woman, And you do huh, Miss Troi, you want to be bitten hard, to be ridden deep, made to scream, made to limp and show everyone what a slut you are. His hands cupped her breast, the fabric useless as he brought hi strength to bare on it, meading her breast too good. He'd done this before probably even with people of her race and particular blood. Special sensitive spots even Riker had to learn about were touched as if they were commonly played with. He leaned forward whispering in her ear, Am I wrong Miss Troi? Don't lie now, I can smell you. and if your turned on, and lying I'll have to punish you.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Deanna gasped as Thomas' hands met her breast, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden contact. She sat there, frozen in shock for a moment before quickly coming to her senses and standing, backing away quickly from the part Klingon man. The, admittedly, very attractive part Klingon man. I am not a whore Officer Hellsing. And I will not be treated as one. That was inappropriate and unprofessional. She frowned as she spoke, trying to put some distance between them. She had to admit she was aroused, he was very skilled at causing her pleasure and he was dominant. Which she liked. But she would not allow herself to fall into the same trap that many women had already fallen into. She kept her distance as she waited for his answer, her eyes narrowed slightly in irritation at his unexpected advances.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Thomas rolled his eyes, I wasn't planning on paying you Deanna, besides did I say you were a whore? With another quick bound on inhuman speed, he had his left palm pressed hard against her panty clad crotch. The skirt uniform she wore was a joke when it came to protection. He meaded her crotch just hard enough with his palm. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, You know you want it Deanna, we can both smell it so why do you fight it? His hot breath, speaking firmly against her ear. his hand not against her crotch as he pulled out a hypo spray, pressing it against Deanna's exposed thigh. It would inject an extremely potent aphrodisiac, along with a combo of drugs that would make her more suggestive, and act more on her baser instincts. Knowing she was his, he pinned her against the wall with his crotch, grabbing her uniform in his firm, hands with a single roar and burst of Klingon strength he'd ripped her uniform in half.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Gasping as her uniform was rather suddenly torn from her, Deanna struggled to find the words she wanted to say. No... you called me a slut. Which is the same thing. She frowned as her thinking was quickly becoming less clear. This wasn't good. Her muddled brain couldn't figure out how to get out of this mess. In fact it could have very negative effects for her. She was a higher ranking officer than him and that could potentially cause problems with star fleet. Her brain wouldn't process much after that except the pleasure she was receiving, which irritated her to no end. This was certainly not how she had planned things to go and she didn't like that.
Thread: Counselling Sessions (Abby LockexThomasRHellsing)

Thomas laughed, as he said, I wasn't ever planning to pay you Deanna. Thomas wrapped her uniform remains around her wrists behind her back. Tossing the woman onto the couch. he unzipped his uniform Allowing her to see his cock as he removed his uniform. It was huge, almost too large to be compatible with her pussy. Ripping her panties of, he said Now that' a tight pink Betazoid pussy if I've ever seen one. The massive form of the half Klingon was on her in an instant. Rubbing his hard fat member up and down her sit. Before forcing half of his length into her. Working four inches out before feeding six back into her. Then another fur out and another six in. Groaning he said, Fuck your pussy feels good!
Thread: District 2

District 2
Thread: District 2

Name Kix Sozen Location District 2 Attire Simple straight jeans, loose fitted dark green shirt. Weapons - Supplies - DateTime Reaping Day Noon Tagging Open
Thread: District 2

Name Whitley Medary Location District 2 Attire Maroon colored lace dress, cream tights, brown leather boots, brown leather belt and cream ribbon in hair. Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping Day Morning Tagging OPEN Name Michelle St. Croix Location District 2 Attire Maroon colored lace dress, cream tights, brown leather boots, brown leather belt and cream ribbon in hair. DateTime Reaping Day Morning Tagging Open Whitley was nervous as she held her best friends hand and they ran together to the town square. They weren't excited, more terrified than the others gathered. The duo refused to look at one another, afraid they'd burst into tears... again. Standing and waiting for the ceremony to start she was pulled back to a moment four years before. A moment when they'd first made the pact. No, it has to be this way.. If you are called Whit, I'll go for you. I'm stronger and well... winning is in my blood. The girls were laying on a blanket just before Shelly's first reaping. Her Aunt had won and ever since then the younger girl had decided she was going to win the games too... However, each year Whit prayed neither of their names were called. So far all the older kids volunteered or were 'drafted' so neither had to worry. The thought of her best friend going into this without her scared her. It wasn't supposed to be that way. But this year, it was different and six names were going to be called. Three boys and three girls. Together the girls stood in their matching outfits, hands clasped and staring at the stage as the rep took her spot. Their families stepped in closer, hands gently grasping at their shoulders. Whitley's family was smaller but there was no less love surrounding her as the first name was called. The air was still with tension. Whitley Medary! The woman roared out in her high pitched sing-song voice. She froze, and in that second Michelle lifted her hand. I volunteer as tribute. No, Shelly... No. Whitley said in disbelief as she stared at her friend. It was too late. Peacekeepers stepped in to congratulate her and escort her to the stage. Whitley was older, Whitley should have gone. She had to fix this. Before the next name could even be called, before Michelle's foot even graced the stage her hand was in the air. I volunteer as tribute as well! Her heart felt like it would explode but she had to do this, they could do this together. She squeezed her parents hands and stepped through the throngs of people and ran to the stage. The duo embraced, You are crazy, They said at the same time and giggled. Together. Whitley said, We can do anything. Both smiled brightly out at the crowd as the lady dipped her hand in again to call a third and final name. Whitley didn't dare look toward the VIP side, it seemed neither did Michelle. God, Shelly's Aunt Emme was going to be so pissed.
Thread: District 2

Name Raven Martins Location District 2 Attire Black Slacks, Black Button up Shirt, Black work boots Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping DayMorning Tagging Open Name Kevin Cato Martins Location District 2 Attire Black Slacks, Black Button up shirt, black work boots Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping DayMorning Tagging Open Raven stood and watched as the two girls volunteered, her brother Kevin looked over at her from his spot in the crowd then motioned towards the stage. The boyish young woman knew exactly what he meant by it. When the announcer selected who was supposed to be the final girl tribute for District 2 a small frightened looking 15 year old came slowly walking out from the crowd with tears in her eyes. Raven rolled her eyes then sighed, I VOLUNTEER! ,she shouted and raised her hand high in the air. The peacekeepers walked over to her and escorted her to the stage where she took her place next to the other two females there. Raven had a cold look in her eyes and a smirk on her face. Her father looked up at her from the crowd and smiled as he cheered loudly and shouted to everyone that she was 'his' daughter. Next it was time for the boys and Kevin was itching to get up onto the stage. Before the announcer could even reach his hand into the container with the names in it Kevin raised his hand. I VOLUNTEER! ,he shouted with pride in his voice. He was pretty well known in District 2 and when most people seen him volunteer they cheered loudly. As Kevin made his way to the stage he raised an arm and showed off for the crowd. When he got onto the stage he put his arm around Raven then looked out into the crowd again as the people of District 2 yelled and cheered loudly for him.