EastonionNW and Keepmeclose22: Yes to you two! I love Matthias and Jason .

Eve. and Alchemist_18: Thanks for finishing the bios, ooh and links to them

sorry about the double post....
EastonionNW asked this question heres the anwser if anyone wanted to know...

will it be ok if you can make an example RP of how this will go? (even a really simple one), there are some Hunger Games RP around the net and i dunno if what you have planned is anything like those or different or smth

sure

So either Daniel or Voldemort would post something like this:


So then the rpier would post the solution:


This was the way I thought we could do it, if you have a better way please tell me

I see this in your example

I told you, some of us (maybe) can't be online in SS everyday. So? If the person didn't reply in 2 days, he/she will be die?

well to start off Id give probablly 3 days.
And Ill figure out the time zone where everyone lives and set up a due date and all that.

This is just a little warning/reminder the RP, May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor, will be starting tommorow around Noon (central time) I hope to see your post. The details will be in my first post! Thanks for joining btw!

You will not die in the first posting stage!!
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Im sorry for being so two hours late at posting, but I had to do something real quick.
~~ In your first post you can have them at there District and their name being called by Daniel Drake (only time you can play him) Daniel will be showing Voldemort the contstants.
Once your done with saying goodbye to everyone you will get picked up and put into either a carriagge or a car or any others you can think of
you will be able to talk to the other tribute from your district, but not the others tell your at the goverment building
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Celeste stood with all the other children. Waiting for the reaping to get over, it was always so borng, each year. I sighed, the boy from my District had been Pax Darcy. I knew Paz they had grew up together, they were the same age. I hoped he came back alive. Daniel Drake said Congrats, Pax! Lets see who the will be accomping you... I yawned and waved over at James, who responded with a stop and pay attention. Celeste Waters! I was pulled back into reality when my name was called. My little sister Susan said Go... I dragged myself over to the stage...How did this happen? There was millions of girls here...I needed to be here for my sister and brother, im the eldest... Daniel said Your tributes, Pax Darcy and Celeste Waters.
It was a tearful event with my family. Susan crying...My brother yelling fighting tips at me. My father consuling my mother who was holding on to me.

Two men in white came and picked me up, and they give me ride options. I choose the one that I thought would take the longest.

Evvie was shunted along with the rest of the sixteen year olds from her district as she waited for the reaping to begin. Hurry up mister Voldemort follower person, aka Daniel Drake. Evvie wanted this reaping to get over with it was so hot outside. He walked across the stage and pulled out the first name, Matthias Johnson. That one other scardy cat guy in her year. Then it was the female drawing. Daniel Drake pulled a slip of paper out. "Miss Evaligna Marieh Dare," he said in that same bored tone.

Evvie was happy, she was going to show Voldemort exactly what she was made of. She heard her twin sisters in the background crying but she walked up to the stage confidently and shook hands with Mister scardy Matthias. "Congrats to your tributes of District Three, Matthias Johnson and Evaligna Marieh Dare." Daniel Drake said as guards ushered us off the stage and into separate rooms to say goodbye.

Evvie's family came in, scared looks on their faces. "Don't be afraid," Evvie said with a laugh. "I'm going to show them who's right and who's wrong." Then they were all gone. The guards came, and Evvie stood up calmly following the guards to the train where they were to be taken away.

Pax had, quite frankly, seen this coming. He'd put his name in the mandatory six times, then eight times again for tessera for his family. His stepbrother Hekili had done the same, of course. Their twelve-year-old half-sister Amana had wanted to put her name in for tessera too, but her mother had expressly forbidden it. Pax knew his stepmother hated this, hated the Games, hated that they had to risk their lives in return for a tiny bit of food, but Leilani had let him and Hekili put their names in all the same. She knew it was their choice to make, and there was no denying how much they needed that food. With five hungry children to feed, plus Pax's dad Ajax, who was always starving after work, Leilani barely scraped by on the tessera, the food she brought home from her work in the marketplace (she made and repaired clothes for the richer citizens of their district), and the meat Pax and Hekili brought home. Pax knew that hunting was technically illegal, but he'd been doing it with his stepbrother for how long? Five, six years? And they hadn't ever been caught in that time.

Now Pax was wondering whether this was divine redemption for hunting. He didn't let this show on his face, however. He stared out at the crowd, then gave his trademark grin, really just to show his family that he was okay. His eyes searched out his dad in the crowds. Ajax looked devastated. Leilani had her arm around him, almost holding him up, her other arm holding eight-year-old Haku and three-year-old Iolani close. Pax looked away quickly, in time to see Celeste Waters come up onto the stage. Celeste?! He felt his stomach drop to his shoes. He didn't want to have to kill Celeste. She was nice, nicer than some of the hardened kids in their school at least.

As Pax stepped down off the stage, he saw Hekili's face in the crowd. The smile that had spread over his stepbrother's face almost made Pax stop dead. However he kept going, a bit shakier than before though.
He knew Hekili hated him, but he never thought it was enough to be happy about this.

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The Darcy family were already there when Pax came into the room. His half-sisters Iolani and Amana and half-brother Haku sprinted over to him and wrapped their bony little arms around his waist. "You can't go!" wailed Iolani, her legs wrapped around one of Pax's to hold him in place. He laughed softly, gently tugging her off.
"We won't let them take you!" Haku's young face was set in a determined look that seemed way to old for him.
"You and what army, pipsqueak?" asked Pax, ruffling his hair. "Unfortunately for me, it isn't your choice whether I go or not." He looked over at his dad. Ajax looked away.
"Pax." Leilani's voice was full of sadness as she hugged him too. She slid something from her pocket and pressed it into his hand. It was an amulet, hanging from a strong-looking leather strap. "It was your mother's," said Leilani. "She'd want you to have it. Remember, there are more ways to win than mowing down the opposition. Fight for your life, but don't kill unless you need to." Pax nodded, tucking the amulet safely in his pocket.
Finally, Ajax came over, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He pulled his son away from the others and into a tight hug. He seemed lost for words, but he didn't really need them. Pax knew the unspoken language of actions, and his dad's spoke loud and clear.
"I'll be back," he promised his family as they were lead out. "I swear, I'll be back."

It was a sweltering heat, with their white washed town square reflecting the scorching sun all around them. Olexei hated the sun as much as he hated the unfairness of their existence. He would actually bring out a parasol while waiting in line if only the Peacekeepers wouldnt beat someone down and see it as disrespect to He Who Must Forever Be Named and their lackeys.

He would be turning 18 in a few weeks, and thereby had to stand practically by the front row. Deep down he didnt want to be there-- in his head he was technically 18 and didnt need to be subjected to these games. Year after year since he turned 12 he managed to survive the reaping-- even during the times when he had to sign up for tessarae when rations were less than usual. With his birthday just around the corner, certainly the odds will still be in his favor right?

"And your male tribute is.... Olexei Oppenheimer!"

What?

He froze on the spot, the name was his, he knew that much, but it sounded like it belonged to someone else when Drake called it out. The Peacekeepers knew him well enough from school as a whole LOT of them stopped right in front of him then yanked him from where he stood, pushing him up the platform steps to where Drake stood shaded from the heat. But not even that momentary reprieve could console him from the realization that was slowly sinking in...

He was going to the games. He may not even live to see his 18th birthday.

He saw the man make his way towards the bowl that contained the girl's names, and for a moment, Olexei wanted to push him off the stage and yell for the rest of the children to run for it. But he didnt, he stood there silently, trying to keep the tears that has clouded his sight from falling as the name of the District 5 girl was called....

***

District 5, being a power generating district for the Capitol and all the other districts, their workers arent allowed for breaks from their shifts. Such was the unfortunate circumstance between Olexei and his father, who was not allowed to leave work. They bade their tearful goodbyes via a video call. 'Show them what you're made of son' Olexei could hear his father's last words ringing in his head before being unceremoniously cut off. His mother, who hasnt stopped crying since his name was called, clasped her arms around him as she blubbered on about doing his best to stay alive and maybe the odds would be in his favor and come home as a victor.

He didnt have the heart to tell his mother that the odds were always in his favor until this year.

After tearing his mother off him Olexei was shoved towards the waiting train-- the very nice one that was being used for Capitol residents. He rushed towards wide windows and raised his hand wanting to wave goodbye to those who managed to crowd the platform, but his hand was shaking so bad now and all he managed to do was rest it against the glass, his icy blue eyes mournful as he watched the platform dwindle to a tiny dot behind him, the train whizzing its way towards his doom.

occ:im sorry about my lateness RL bust



Iris stood in the courtyard as Daniel Drake read out the name for the male tribute Finian Farrell She smirked he would make it home he was strong. Not like her, she couldnt fight...All she could do was read and anwser really hard questions and tell the diffrence between plants and poision. Irisell Flowers. She sighed and walked up on the stage and Daniel said Your two tributes, Finian Farrell and Irisell Flowers. She wanted to tell the man that it was Iris not Irisell but she decided she didnt want to get yelled at.
Her mother cried, her father had called her and wished her good luck. Her sister and brother told her she would be okay.
Two men in blue came over and picked her up and put her into a blue limo. She sighed why did Voldemort have to be so, you know fancy!!

editing in daniel when voldemort posts.

After saying good by to his younger sister, Jason stepped between two guys who were about the same age as himself. His mind was racing. This was the second year his sister was qualified to be reaped. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let her go through something like that. He, on the other hand, would love to be entered in the games. Since the Jackson's live on the richer side of the district, Jason's father thinks that the two kids are safe from being reaped. But Jason knew better than that. Every year, Jason made sure his name was in that bowl.

As the girl was being called, he held his breath. Not her, he thought. Anyone but her. And his wish was granted. He wasn't really paying attention to who the girl was, but he was sure it wouldn't matter. And yet, it did. Daniel pulled out a slip of paper from the bowl, and read his name, loud and clear.

"Jason Jackson!"

Once his name had been called, a shriek could be heard from the girls side of the square. He knew who it was right away, but he pretended not to notice. He just followed the guards and walked on stage. After facing the audience, he searched the crowd for his sister, Trish. She was the only girl who was crying. The only one who wasn't smiling in relief. When we locked eyes, he put on his biggest smile. It was a smile for her, and even though there were millions of people watching him, he didn't seem to notice. All that mattered was that she was safe.

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Unsurprisingly to Jason, his parents hadn't come to say good bye. He had a couple of visits. An old friend or two who wished him good luck. But he hardest goodbye was to his sister. When she visited, she spent the whole time on his lap. They didn't say anything, except for an 'I love you', and they didn't have to. Thy both knew this was going to be hard. The worst part is that she would be left alone to deal with their parents. Jason had to face 23 other tributes in a match to the death, and Trish had to face the Jackson parents with no one to protect her. Jason couldn't figure out which was worse.

Today... is the day..

Rain was slightly nervous, but he was ready if he was selected to be a tribute from District 7. Hunter had already train him since he reached twelve years old. He stood up, gathered with the young men who had the same age as him.

I must be ready.. I must be ready..

Then Daniel Drake, took a paper from the bowl. He closed his eyes, started to pray.. And..

"Rain Forrester!" shouted Daniel.

It was his name. It was him! Rain Forrester was selected to be tribute from district 7!

He was surprised, but he was ready to be selected. Rain looked at Summer, his sister and Hunter. He waved to say goodbye to them and walked toward Daniel.

Alyssa watched, bored. It might be inresting to see who the Tributes from District One were. Whether they were anyone she knew. Whether they had a chance of winning. Whether she should bother to support them. She brushed back her long hair, eyes on the podium in front of her. Front row seats. Ooh, looked like they were going to finally start!

"And the female champion is..." Who would it be, who would it be? "...Alyssa Burnett!" Oh, God. Lyssie was about to have a panic attack. Her face grew red as the young child behind pushed her forward. She looked round. No volunteers? No, no volunteers. She had no choice but to do this.

The young woman put her face in her hands and walked forward towards Daniel, not looking at anyone and completely ignoring the faces staring up at her.

***
Now she was shoved on a train, being sent to the Capitol. There had been no emotianal goodbyes, because she didn't have anyone to say goodbye to. It had never really bothered Alyssa but, at that minute, it hurt. She'd have to make some allies beforehand and keep them until they were the only ones left and she had to kill them. Wouldn't be too hard. She liked killing. But, without a wand?

Matthias' day hadn't been going so great on the day of the reaping for the Voldemort's Games champions. Not only had he woken up late, but he only had about twenty minutes to get as dressed up as possible for the reaping itself. As it were, he only had enough time to get his black pants and white shirt all the way on, and he ended up leaving his family's modest home with one shoe on, his tie undone, and his hair looking a lot like Daniel Drake's. Still, he managed to make it to the District square with a few seconds to spare, and he wouldn't be chastised for his tardiness.

Since it happened every year, the reaping process was pretty bland for Matthias. This particular reaping was his fifth time, his name was now in the bowl on 15 different slips of paper, just screaming to be picked. But, Matthias expected, they wouldn't be. Just like the years before. It was always some other unlucky boy and girl who were chosen and sent off to the Games, usually to die in the first five minutes. This year, though, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. As Daniel pulled the girl champion--ladies were always first--Matthias began to get a bit queasy, almost as though he were expecting something bad to happen.

"And now, your male champion, Matthias Johnson!"

Lo and behold, there it was. His stomach (and maybe a few other organs) dropped as he was escorted from his spot at the far back of the 15-year-old boy crowd all the way to the stage by the Death Eaters. Drake looked rather condescendingly at him in his undone state. "Wow, kid, you look like you were dressed by a drunken troll. I like the hair, though," came Drake's snarky voice, with a complete--and intentional--lack of eye contact. Matthias just took the insult. No use arguing with the Daniel Drake. After all, the man now controlled his fate. All Matthias could do was straighten up his shoulders and put on his best grimace for the cameras as his wand was stripped from him and snapped in half over Drake's knee.

<later>

The next thing Matthias knew, he was being shoved this way and that, into this vehicle and that, all heading towards Voldemort's capitol, which was situated on the old site of Hogwarts Castle. Voldemort seemed to like the place. All the way there Matthias was wide awake, day and night, just thinking of the horrors to come.

Sweat was coming down her head. It was hot for her and she did NOT want the name come out that would be a complete disaster! Nastya would be very fierce to her competitors if she was reaped and try and win! She didn't want to die!
But then as Daniel Drake pulled out something from the thing she couldn't see clearly enough, her heart collapsed.

"And your female champion is..." Please not her. Anastasya Karlovich" And it was her. A few little tears came out as she walked out to Daniel Drake; who called her Anastasya.

***

There were no volunteers for District 5 as she weeped a bit on the train. She remembered that someone that she knew a bit Olexei was reaped. Wasn't he like 18? 19?

occ: i talked to you...

SPOILER!!: James

this image doesnt belong to me...
Name:James Victory
Age:17
District: Followers of Voldemort after the war and he became leader-AKA-2
Appearance
Eye Color: brown
Hair: brownish blonde spiky!
Skin: tanned
Height: 6 feet
Personality: He knows how to evade other's minds and eyes. He will flirt with any girl, no matter who it is! He never thought that he would be picked for the games, he thought it was all a small joke!
Likes: GIRLS, chocolate
Dislikes:school, rude people, homework, sometimes parents.
Family:
mum Naomi Victory nee' Tame
dad Jacob Victory
sibilings Jamie Victory
History: He grew up in a good home and loved every minute of it! He lives life to the fullist and always wants to have fun with no one nagging on his shoulder. He likes flirting with girls, big time! He never thought he would be picked for the Voldemort Games it was a huge suprise!

James stood in the yard waiting for the reaping to be done with! He was bored, ready to leave. He didnt care who the female tribute from District 2 as long as it wasnt Jamie, which it wasnt. He looked up as Daniel Drake pulled out the slip of paper and said Our male tribute is none other than James Victory! Congrats come on up! James looked down and walked up not wanting to look over at Jamie. He said goodbye to his family and then he left with some men in black and he arrived at the old site of Hogwarts. Voldemort really liked the ruins for some reason. As he reached the front he saw the words Harry Potter fell here scribbled on a rock...

Finian Farrell Finn stood at the back of the large crowd of the youths of District 6. He earned many curious glances from the fellow potential tributes and then disappointed glares from the District's adults.

He knew that his living in the District six forest wasn't a very popular idea, but it was his choice. He came for the reaping, carefully avoiding any Peacekeepers. Two years ago they had nearly dragged him back to the Unwanted Children's House, but he escaped. Again.

This would be his last year of reaping. He had only submitted his name once, so surely he wouldn't be picked.

He waited patiently, his dark hair blowing in the wind. And then:

"Finian Farrell."

He swallowed, as all eyes turned to him. He stumbled forwards, not sure where to go, when two men appeared on either side of him, and taking one of his arms each, carried him towards a blue limousine. Vintage.

He struggled, he didn't like people holding him one bit. But these men were a lot stronger than he was. He turned just in time to hear the girl tribute being called out. Irisell Flowers? Finn had never heard of her, but being who he was, Finn had never heard of anyone.

He watched as her family cried and wished her well. All of the eyes on her were filled with sympathy and well wishing. He envied that, but did not resent it. His last glimpse was of Daniel announcing the two tributes, and then he was stuffed in to the car.

Voldemort sat at his desk with Nagini slythering around, Daniel was sitting in front of him he said The tribute look promising, get them ready...
He stood up and left his room followed by Daniel, when they got outside he said Have them get to know each other it will make the games more intresting, come get me when they have picked who they like and how they dont like. Let the games began!

occ:my bio soon for my girl

Catrina looked up at Daniel who had just read the male tribute, she didnt know who it was and didnt really care. She was just scared that the female tribute would be her. She was always scared, of the reaping, of Voldemort, of everything.Catrina Caroline It took Catrina a moment to realize what happened, she had been reaped she walked up to Daniel Drake and the male tribute. She said her goodbyes to her family and then was whisked away to the Hogwarts ruins. She walked into a great hallway and saw the other tributes...

occ: oooo I like the Hogwarts ruins thing!
also the first post officaly of the Volderment Games will be on the 18/19th! So on the 16 and 17 the characters will be getting to know each other and then on the 17 and 18th will be when the characters post there first post of them entering the arena.

Celeste looked around at the Hogwarts Ruins, you could see some of the Hogwarts Ruins but on top of them was a house, just a normal house well except for the fact that it had a house on top of them. It was small, not fancy but had some effects for him, I guess. I looked around, seeing the others, I walked over and said Hi, Im Celeste.I knew that these people were my competition but it didnt mean we couldnt be civil!

Stones were cold. Ruins were sharp. Matthias only had one shoe on. His day had gone from bad to worse in about thirty seconds as his name was called out by Daniel Drake and he was paraded onto the stage to be presented to the district as their male tribute. But what could he do about it now except for try to win the Games? Sure he was pretty afraid of them, but he was confident enough to think he could win, even if he was one of the youngest tributes there. It didn't take long after they all arrived on the ruins of Hogwarts Castle--where Voldemort had taken up residence after utterly destroying the place--for one of the other tributes to decide to be social. Fair enough. Why not make friends in the face of certain death? It might make it harder on them to kill you, anyway. he thought as he approached the girl and extended a hand. "Matthias Johnson, District 3." He was a gongshow, in only one shoe, his tie still undone, and his hair massively disheveled, but in his own mind he was always pretty presentable on account of his personality. People tended to like positivity.

Jason wasn't too keen on making friends. He didn't need anyone dragging him behind, and he didn't want to kill anyone he became friends with. He had spent his whole life watching these games. He knew how this worked. So he stood against the wall, crossed his arms, and watched as the others mingled. As he stared, his mind wondered to his sister, and how she was taking it. She was probably spending the nights in his bed, wondering if he'd ever return. Probably not little sis, He thought. But I'll try for you.

Celeste looked at the boy and said Nice to meet you, Matthias. I'm from District 8. Looking down at the boys apperance I asked What happened to you!? I mean he only had one shoe, his tie was just sitting around his neck, his hair was um messy, and he looked like he just got attacked. Well at least he wasnt like one of those children who were happy they got reaped.

Finn lingered by the door of the house cautiously. He wasn't used to being with so many people, especially in such a small place. Not since he had been in the Unwanted Children's Home. But that was a long time ago. He had, er, kicked up a bit of a fuss in the limousine. Finn didn't like being stuffed in to small spaces, and he certainly didn't like being sustained while there.

When he had tried to struggle to the door, open it, and fling himself out, he was pulled back violently and restrained forcefully. After assaulting one of the people in the car, he was hit back a lot harder and was out cold for a few minuters. His eye was a little swollen, but that was nothing new.

He cleared his throat, feeling he should speak. However he changed his mind, and said nothing.

Alyssa stood by herself in the corner, moodily. There was no point in getting to know anyone, because either they'd kill her eventually, or she'd kill them. Uggh. The girl had changed her mind about the allies thing, unless anyone came to her, which nobody would. And if they did, they'd have to be brilliant at a few skills, because the last thing she needed was to drag along an obvious loser with her for the whole time. Alyssa pushed back her long hair and tied it up with a hair clip in the shape of a white flower, which she'd had since she was a young child in the orphanage. Black eyeliner covered her brown eyes as she scowled at the stupid other tributes. She'd show them. Alyssa Narcissa Burnett would not go down without a fight.

She'd always admired Voldemort, but now she wasn't so sure. His faithful followers shouldn't have to participate in the games, just District 2 and upwards. Alyssa really didn't need these pathetic games right now. It would be a lot easier if the Dark Lord had put her in his Capitol to live in.