The dreaded Hunger Games. Of course, someone has to be chosen, and sadly enough, it was you. You'll make friends and survive, but in the end, only one of you can be the victor.
{Rules of the 58th Annual Hunger Games}
You cannot kill off another character without permission from its creator
Swearing and romance are allowed, but don't get graphic
I want this to be as big of an RP as possible, however, I have this requirements: you must be able to spell at least most words properly, and make posts that actually meet the section guidelines. (i.e. they must be at least 5 lines, longer if you can. An occasional shorter post due to lack of action is, of course, allowed.)
Have fun & ask if you have any questions!!
{Tributes}
You may control up to 3 Tributes if you wish
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District:
Appearance (no pictures, please):
Bio (it doesn't have to be overly long, but more than one sentence or two, please):
Example post (copy & paste a post you've made from a previous RP so I can see if it meets the standards):
My Tribute:
Name: Lily Marina
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 11
Appearance: Lily stands at 5'6 and is of average build. She is skinny but strong, and wears her stringy black hair in a bun. Her skin is deeply tanned, and she wears an old, tattered grey jumpsuit for work. Her eyes are hazel, and draw more focus than her button nose and heart-shaped face.
Bio: Lily's life in District 11 was average. She grew up in poverty with six brothers and sisters, one of whom, when Lily was eleven, was chosen for the Games. Lily's brother died before the Games really even begun. The bloodbath at the Cornucopia that started every Hunger Games was where he died. Lily vowed to never, ever be chosen for the Games, even going as far as not to take tesserae. This left her family hungry, but Lily was far too terrified of being murdered on television to care about eating less.
Example post:
Castiel shook his head. "I do not need anything to eat." He watched Dean's face carefully. He'd expected Dean to look a little frazzled after his episode, but he appeared to be fine. That worried Castiel more than Dean's tears. That meant he'd never know how badly Dean was hurting unless he lost it and started to cry. Castiel folded up his menu and pushed it toward the end of the table. It seemed like the boys had ordered a feast for breakfast, but Castiel realized it was because they didn't know when their next meal would come. Life was always rather open-ended for them.
Castiel ignored that thought and glanced around the diner somewhat suspiciously before looking at the Winchesters again. "We need to talk about Lucifer." He could see the faint smiles that had found their way onto the boys faces vanish. He hated taking away the little bit of joy they could find in moments like these, but the world was at stake. The safety of millions of lives trumped the boys' fleeting good moods. He erased the philosophical question of why do we have to save the world? before it even had a chance to really register. He couldn't risk being distracted, but at the same moment he reminded himself that he couldn't lose focus, he lost it. He was drawn into Dean's eyes. Why did Dean have to lose everything? He was about to lose it all one more time, and Castiel could think of no solution. At the end of the apocalypse, chances were that they'd all be dead.
The dreaded Hunger Games. Of course, someone has to be chosen, and sadly enough, it was you. You'll make friends and survive, but in the end, only one of you can be the victor.
{Rules of the 58th Annual Hunger Games}
{Tributes}
You may control up to 3 Tributes if you wish
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District:
Appearance (no pictures, please):
Bio (it doesn't have to be overly long, but more than one sentence or two, please):
Example post (copy & paste a post you've made from a previous RP so I can see if it meets the standards):
My Tribute:
Name: Lily Marina
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 11
Appearance: Lily stands at 5'6 and is of average build. She is skinny but strong, and wears her stringy black hair in a bun. Her skin is deeply tanned, and she wears an old, tattered grey jumpsuit for work. Her eyes are hazel, and draw more focus than her button nose and heart-shaped face.
Bio: Lily's life in District 11 was average. She grew up in poverty with six brothers and sisters, one of whom, when Lily was eleven, was chosen for the Games. Lily's brother died before the Games really even begun. The bloodbath at the Cornucopia that started every Hunger Games was where he died. Lily vowed to never, ever be chosen for the Games, even going as far as not to take tesserae. This left her family hungry, but Lily was far too terrified of being murdered on television to care about eating less.
Example post:
Castiel shook his head. "I do not need anything to eat." He watched Dean's face carefully. He'd expected Dean to look a little frazzled after his episode, but he appeared to be fine. That worried Castiel more than Dean's tears. That meant he'd never know how badly Dean was hurting unless he lost it and started to cry. Castiel folded up his menu and pushed it toward the end of the table. It seemed like the boys had ordered a feast for breakfast, but Castiel realized it was because they didn't know when their next meal would come. Life was always rather open-ended for them.
Castiel ignored that thought and glanced around the diner somewhat suspiciously before looking at the Winchesters again. "We need to talk about Lucifer." He could see the faint smiles that had found their way onto the boys faces vanish. He hated taking away the little bit of joy they could find in moments like these, but the world was at stake. The safety of millions of lives trumped the boys' fleeting good moods. He erased the philosophical question of why do we have to save the world? before it even had a chance to really register. He couldn't risk being distracted, but at the same moment he reminded himself that he couldn't lose focus, he lost it. He was drawn into Dean's eyes. Why did Dean have to lose everything? He was about to lose it all one more time, and Castiel could think of no solution. At the end of the apocalypse, chances were that they'd all be dead.
Edited by Think Pink