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Mar. 12th, 2012 11:03 pmOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Te
Other characters: N/A
Contact: penguinfaery/penguinfaery
IN CHARACTER
Name: Elias Graye
Fandom: Hunger Games OC
Canon point/AU: Current game time
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History: Elias is from District 10, born into a big farming family, he is smack dab in the middle of 7 children. His family was made comparably wealthy by their cattle stock. Arguably, 'wealthy,' in any district is of course comparable, but they could afford to keep a seven childern feed and clothed, and no one ever needed to take out tesserae.
Not that it made the reapings any less stressful. Elias wasn't old enough to remember not having at least one sibling up for reaping, or memories of his mother's hysterics over the yearly reapings. She had never exactly handled it well. For at least a month leading up to the reaping, his house had all the cheer of a funeral parlor, and their mother usually burst into tears at least once a day. Elias, a good middle child, did his best to soothe his mother even if, as a child, he didn't really understand her theatrics. She wasn't up for reaping, after all. But it wasn't like the reaping was the only time his mother was over-dramatic, so he took it all in stride.
The rest of his life was much less eventful. School and farm work occupied most of his time. Sometimes he felt like the differences between the students and the cows weren't all that big. He never thought think of himself as stuck up, just not someone who belonged there. But in the districts you got the lot you were given.
His eldest brother and sister had made it through their reaping years, and the next oldest, Given, was on his last year. Given had also managed to get his girlfriend, now wife, pregnant. She had lost a brother of her own to the Hunger Games, and they had tried to find a way to get Given excused from the reaping, but their requests for mercy had fallen on deaf ears.
So of course, that was the year his brother's name was called during the reaping.
Elias didn't miss a beat, lifting his arm and volunteering. Although he did love his brother, his choice was made more on common sense. Elias didn't have a kid on the way. His brother did.
He didn't really expect to win (See below), but when he did, he didn't really know what to do with it. Being a victor certainly helped him escape the cows, but if he had felt disconnected before, it was nothing compared to this. However, this time the distance had an different effect. Observing everyone gave him a different perspective. And he realized, now, he could be a liaison between the capitol and his district. Maybe make a real difference. Make these people's lives better.
The capitol was not too fond of that. And being 16, with an idea in his head, he didn't know to back off. Or didn't want to. He pushed and pulled and tried to find loopholes; tried to solve all of Panem's issues he were the first person to ever attempted it.
The Capitol finally grew tired of him. The next year his younger brother, the brother he was closest to, had his name called in the reaping. Their mother was hysteric at their horrible luck. But Elias knew it had nothing to do with luck.
As mentor, Elias tried everything to coach his brother into winning. But he only made it 3 days before he was killed, gruesomely.
After that, Elias didn't push. He began to keep himself apart from everyone, distanced himself even further and try to spend as much time as possible in the Capitol. Not because he liked the Capitol, but because he understood that he could do less damage there than back home in District 10. He knows that if he speaks with someone in the Capitol he won't be marking them for death. Not to mention that he is far less likely to watch them die because he failed in coaching them.
Presentation:
Elias was 16 when he won his Hunger Games, 12 years ago, and he has aged fairly well since then. His "image" falls somewhere between the look of his District and the Capitol, marking him as a man of both: a little too rugged and casual for the Capitol, a little too polished for someone from District 10. He dresses in clean and simple cuts, tending towards dark or neutral colors, wears his blond hair on the longer side, and can usually be found with a 5 o'clock shadow.
He is a long and lanky guy, with an angular face, perpetually off balance due to the smooth patch where he lost his eyes in the games. Because of the injury he does tend to hold his head strangely, keeping his good left eye toward people.
Elias seems very mellow. He is easy going, the kind of guy who only speaks up when he has something to say. He is good at reading people, and good going with the flow of things.
He isn't humorless, but he watches what he says, and has a wry, sarcastic sense of humor. He is the kind who stands to the side at a party and watches, who doesn't avoid conversation but rarely initiates it. When being social, he can hold a long, seemingly meaningful conversation and walk away having told the other party nothing of relevance.
Being from the middle of a big family, he is use to being a diplomat and will often step in to soothe ruffled feathers. Although he keeps his distance from his Tributes, emotionally, he always does his best to prepare them as well as he can and tries to make sure things go as smoothly as possible for them. He knows he is sending them to their deaths, and he feels he owes it to them to do that with as much dignity as possible.
Good looking, despite the smooth patch of face where his eye use to be, he gets a reputation as a heart breaker because he is so emotionally distant. He's glad he generally avoids the fate Finnick falls to so often, although he's not sure if it's due to the scars, or due to the fact that he has such a reputation for being emotionally distant that he rarely gets called up for it.
Motivations:
Inside he is less calm.
He is scared, he is angry, and only the first keeps the second in check.
He wants to take care of people, but he knows not only can he not do so, but that he is usually bound to make things worse if he tries. He wants to make a difference but he knows one person can do very little, if anything at all. The rebellion spreading has him on edge, because all he sees is a future full of bloodshed. After all, if the first rebellion caused District children slaughtered every year, what horrors will a second bring?
Elias keeps himself alienated from people to protect them. He would rather surround himself with Capitol people, people he knows he will never be one of, than risk losing more people he loves. Anymore, his family and friends back home are just memories he loves, but even still, he doesn't want them anywhere on the Capitol's radar.
When he is pushed, he can push back, especially when he senses someone is trying to pry too much open. He can take a lot, but when he snaps, he snaps hard and fast, shutting the person down quickly and working to get out of the situation.
He is also afraid of himself. What he did in the arena, the way he dehumanized the other tributes and slaughtered them is something he visits every night, whether in insomnia or in nightmares. It is a control he never wants to lose again, but he knows that potential is within him.
SAMPLES
Thread: http://string-theory.dreamwidth.org/332.html
Prose:
There was something deeply unfair about being here again.
The injustice of it rose up in him, but he pushed it back down. Raging against the Gamemakers wouldn't change anything. He couldn't say anything to them that they hadn't already considered. And even if he did? They couldn't change anything either.
So he would preform. It was really the only option.
They knew what he had done in his own game, and it wasn't really a tactic that would work well against the dummies set up for them to fight. So he followed the advice he always gave to his own tributes.
Don't try anything fancy.
There was a machete sitting in the middle of the weapons table. Of course there was. His lips quirked up, before he picked it up, walking over to the mannequins.
In quick order one was decapitates, and two more were skewered through. He yanked his machete from the last dummy, ignoring the way it made his stomach drop, and turned to the Gamemakers. Looked into their familiar faces, seeing a whole range of emotions painted up there. Worry, discomfort, pride, amusement. He just held his ground, waiting.
"You're free to go Elias. Thank you."
And with that, he left.
What is your character scored: The first time he went through the games, he was scored a 5 due to his strength and speed. Although he was by no means a weight lifter, compared to many of the kids who had nearly starved their whole lives he was in much better shape.
Now, were he to go in, he would be scored a 7 due to the above, plus experience.
Please describe your character's experience in their past Hunger Games:
Elias was reaped for the 63rd Hunger Games, at the age of 16. The other Tribute from his District was a younger girl, who didn't even make it out of the cornucopia. Elias escaped with a machete and a backpack full of supplies.
The arena was fog-covered, rocky and wet. Visibility came and went, but never more than 100 feet. The whole arena was a labyrinth of caves, outcroppings and narrow paths through the rocks often containing streams. Water was plenty, but food was scarce. Those who had spent time at the edible plants and bugs stations had a step above the rest, because there was little more than bugs and moss to gather. Luckily for Elias, he had. Occasionally, if a tribute was lucky they might catch a small mammal, like a vole scrambling across the rocks. If they were unlucky they might run into the only other kind of animal, a strange slithering mutt, half way between a giant lizard and a giant rat. No matter how you sliced it, it was giant and bloodthirsty. The temperature during the day was cool, at night it dropped low enough that two tributes died of hypothermia alone.
Used to having to find cows in the fog, Elias had an advantage already. However he mainly used this skill to avoid the other tributes, not yet willing to bring himself to kill anyone. At least not until he was caught unaware by a pair of Career tributes. Crouching by a creek, the water covered the sound of their foot steps and he wasn't aware of them until one of them wrapped a hand around his head from behind, viciously curling her fingers into Elias eye, crushing it.
It would have been the end of him if one of the Careers hadn't been planning to use this chance to take out two enemies at once. It backfired. The Career being attacked retaliated when she was stabbed, fatally injuring her attacker. Elias used the distraction of their fighting to get the hell out of dodge, running forward nearly blind, until he found a cave to hole up in. The cave happened to have its own small spring and its own supply of nutritionally disgusting slugs. His mentor managed to gather up enough to send him a medicated eye patch, and although it was the only gift he received, it was the only one that mattered.
That was the kick he needed to get him into an Us vs Them mentality. He shifted the remaining tributes in his mind from 'other kids' to 'livestock.' And with that mentality, and the odd advantage that the lost eye gave him in an arena where sight was near useless, he managed to prevail. By this time there were only a handful of tributes left, and he hunted them all down, slaughtering them easily while they slept; while they drank water; when they were least expecting it.
He was driven together with the last tribute, by the river where all the small streams and creeks gathered, a slippery jumble of rocks with white water crushing between them. The other tribute, a large girl from District 6 almost beat him, but at the last moment he was able to catch her with his machete. It wasn't a killing blow in and of it's self, but it caused her to loose her balance, crashing into the water below.
He never knew whether she died of blood-loss, of injuries from the rocks, or drowned, but he tries not to linger on it too much. Not that he succeeds, but he tries.
Name: Te
Other characters: N/A
Contact: penguinfaery/penguinfaery
IN CHARACTER
Name: Elias Graye
Fandom: Hunger Games OC
Canon point/AU: Current game time
Journal:
nofunandgamesIcon: http://www.dreamwidth.org/userpic/2638242/1526745
Headshot: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/penguinfaery/headshotsmall.jpg
History: Elias is from District 10, born into a big farming family, he is smack dab in the middle of 7 children. His family was made comparably wealthy by their cattle stock. Arguably, 'wealthy,' in any district is of course comparable, but they could afford to keep a seven childern feed and clothed, and no one ever needed to take out tesserae.
Not that it made the reapings any less stressful. Elias wasn't old enough to remember not having at least one sibling up for reaping, or memories of his mother's hysterics over the yearly reapings. She had never exactly handled it well. For at least a month leading up to the reaping, his house had all the cheer of a funeral parlor, and their mother usually burst into tears at least once a day. Elias, a good middle child, did his best to soothe his mother even if, as a child, he didn't really understand her theatrics. She wasn't up for reaping, after all. But it wasn't like the reaping was the only time his mother was over-dramatic, so he took it all in stride.
The rest of his life was much less eventful. School and farm work occupied most of his time. Sometimes he felt like the differences between the students and the cows weren't all that big. He never thought think of himself as stuck up, just not someone who belonged there. But in the districts you got the lot you were given.
His eldest brother and sister had made it through their reaping years, and the next oldest, Given, was on his last year. Given had also managed to get his girlfriend, now wife, pregnant. She had lost a brother of her own to the Hunger Games, and they had tried to find a way to get Given excused from the reaping, but their requests for mercy had fallen on deaf ears.
So of course, that was the year his brother's name was called during the reaping.
Elias didn't miss a beat, lifting his arm and volunteering. Although he did love his brother, his choice was made more on common sense. Elias didn't have a kid on the way. His brother did.
He didn't really expect to win (See below), but when he did, he didn't really know what to do with it. Being a victor certainly helped him escape the cows, but if he had felt disconnected before, it was nothing compared to this. However, this time the distance had an different effect. Observing everyone gave him a different perspective. And he realized, now, he could be a liaison between the capitol and his district. Maybe make a real difference. Make these people's lives better.
The capitol was not too fond of that. And being 16, with an idea in his head, he didn't know to back off. Or didn't want to. He pushed and pulled and tried to find loopholes; tried to solve all of Panem's issues he were the first person to ever attempted it.
The Capitol finally grew tired of him. The next year his younger brother, the brother he was closest to, had his name called in the reaping. Their mother was hysteric at their horrible luck. But Elias knew it had nothing to do with luck.
As mentor, Elias tried everything to coach his brother into winning. But he only made it 3 days before he was killed, gruesomely.
After that, Elias didn't push. He began to keep himself apart from everyone, distanced himself even further and try to spend as much time as possible in the Capitol. Not because he liked the Capitol, but because he understood that he could do less damage there than back home in District 10. He knows that if he speaks with someone in the Capitol he won't be marking them for death. Not to mention that he is far less likely to watch them die because he failed in coaching them.
Presentation:
Elias was 16 when he won his Hunger Games, 12 years ago, and he has aged fairly well since then. His "image" falls somewhere between the look of his District and the Capitol, marking him as a man of both: a little too rugged and casual for the Capitol, a little too polished for someone from District 10. He dresses in clean and simple cuts, tending towards dark or neutral colors, wears his blond hair on the longer side, and can usually be found with a 5 o'clock shadow.
He is a long and lanky guy, with an angular face, perpetually off balance due to the smooth patch where he lost his eyes in the games. Because of the injury he does tend to hold his head strangely, keeping his good left eye toward people.
Elias seems very mellow. He is easy going, the kind of guy who only speaks up when he has something to say. He is good at reading people, and good going with the flow of things.
He isn't humorless, but he watches what he says, and has a wry, sarcastic sense of humor. He is the kind who stands to the side at a party and watches, who doesn't avoid conversation but rarely initiates it. When being social, he can hold a long, seemingly meaningful conversation and walk away having told the other party nothing of relevance.
Being from the middle of a big family, he is use to being a diplomat and will often step in to soothe ruffled feathers. Although he keeps his distance from his Tributes, emotionally, he always does his best to prepare them as well as he can and tries to make sure things go as smoothly as possible for them. He knows he is sending them to their deaths, and he feels he owes it to them to do that with as much dignity as possible.
Good looking, despite the smooth patch of face where his eye use to be, he gets a reputation as a heart breaker because he is so emotionally distant. He's glad he generally avoids the fate Finnick falls to so often, although he's not sure if it's due to the scars, or due to the fact that he has such a reputation for being emotionally distant that he rarely gets called up for it.
Motivations:
Inside he is less calm.
He is scared, he is angry, and only the first keeps the second in check.
He wants to take care of people, but he knows not only can he not do so, but that he is usually bound to make things worse if he tries. He wants to make a difference but he knows one person can do very little, if anything at all. The rebellion spreading has him on edge, because all he sees is a future full of bloodshed. After all, if the first rebellion caused District children slaughtered every year, what horrors will a second bring?
Elias keeps himself alienated from people to protect them. He would rather surround himself with Capitol people, people he knows he will never be one of, than risk losing more people he loves. Anymore, his family and friends back home are just memories he loves, but even still, he doesn't want them anywhere on the Capitol's radar.
When he is pushed, he can push back, especially when he senses someone is trying to pry too much open. He can take a lot, but when he snaps, he snaps hard and fast, shutting the person down quickly and working to get out of the situation.
He is also afraid of himself. What he did in the arena, the way he dehumanized the other tributes and slaughtered them is something he visits every night, whether in insomnia or in nightmares. It is a control he never wants to lose again, but he knows that potential is within him.
SAMPLES
Thread: http://string-theory.dreamwidth.org/332.html
Prose:
There was something deeply unfair about being here again.
The injustice of it rose up in him, but he pushed it back down. Raging against the Gamemakers wouldn't change anything. He couldn't say anything to them that they hadn't already considered. And even if he did? They couldn't change anything either.
So he would preform. It was really the only option.
They knew what he had done in his own game, and it wasn't really a tactic that would work well against the dummies set up for them to fight. So he followed the advice he always gave to his own tributes.
Don't try anything fancy.
There was a machete sitting in the middle of the weapons table. Of course there was. His lips quirked up, before he picked it up, walking over to the mannequins.
In quick order one was decapitates, and two more were skewered through. He yanked his machete from the last dummy, ignoring the way it made his stomach drop, and turned to the Gamemakers. Looked into their familiar faces, seeing a whole range of emotions painted up there. Worry, discomfort, pride, amusement. He just held his ground, waiting.
"You're free to go Elias. Thank you."
And with that, he left.
What is your character scored: The first time he went through the games, he was scored a 5 due to his strength and speed. Although he was by no means a weight lifter, compared to many of the kids who had nearly starved their whole lives he was in much better shape.
Now, were he to go in, he would be scored a 7 due to the above, plus experience.
Please describe your character's experience in their past Hunger Games:
Elias was reaped for the 63rd Hunger Games, at the age of 16. The other Tribute from his District was a younger girl, who didn't even make it out of the cornucopia. Elias escaped with a machete and a backpack full of supplies.
The arena was fog-covered, rocky and wet. Visibility came and went, but never more than 100 feet. The whole arena was a labyrinth of caves, outcroppings and narrow paths through the rocks often containing streams. Water was plenty, but food was scarce. Those who had spent time at the edible plants and bugs stations had a step above the rest, because there was little more than bugs and moss to gather. Luckily for Elias, he had. Occasionally, if a tribute was lucky they might catch a small mammal, like a vole scrambling across the rocks. If they were unlucky they might run into the only other kind of animal, a strange slithering mutt, half way between a giant lizard and a giant rat. No matter how you sliced it, it was giant and bloodthirsty. The temperature during the day was cool, at night it dropped low enough that two tributes died of hypothermia alone.
Used to having to find cows in the fog, Elias had an advantage already. However he mainly used this skill to avoid the other tributes, not yet willing to bring himself to kill anyone. At least not until he was caught unaware by a pair of Career tributes. Crouching by a creek, the water covered the sound of their foot steps and he wasn't aware of them until one of them wrapped a hand around his head from behind, viciously curling her fingers into Elias eye, crushing it.
It would have been the end of him if one of the Careers hadn't been planning to use this chance to take out two enemies at once. It backfired. The Career being attacked retaliated when she was stabbed, fatally injuring her attacker. Elias used the distraction of their fighting to get the hell out of dodge, running forward nearly blind, until he found a cave to hole up in. The cave happened to have its own small spring and its own supply of nutritionally disgusting slugs. His mentor managed to gather up enough to send him a medicated eye patch, and although it was the only gift he received, it was the only one that mattered.
That was the kick he needed to get him into an Us vs Them mentality. He shifted the remaining tributes in his mind from 'other kids' to 'livestock.' And with that mentality, and the odd advantage that the lost eye gave him in an arena where sight was near useless, he managed to prevail. By this time there were only a handful of tributes left, and he hunted them all down, slaughtering them easily while they slept; while they drank water; when they were least expecting it.
He was driven together with the last tribute, by the river where all the small streams and creeks gathered, a slippery jumble of rocks with white water crushing between them. The other tribute, a large girl from District 6 almost beat him, but at the last moment he was able to catch her with his machete. It wasn't a killing blow in and of it's self, but it caused her to loose her balance, crashing into the water below.
He never knew whether she died of blood-loss, of injuries from the rocks, or drowned, but he tries not to linger on it too much. Not that he succeeds, but he tries.
