OVERVIEW.

VICTOR OF THE 93rd HUNGER GAMES. You’ve always been a sweet-talker, haven’t you? Not that you’d ever admit to it, lest that ruin your charms. The Capitol was won-over by you on the first day, from your play on gender to your comedic timing to your light, devilish grin. You won your Games on monetary donations, made by both those who owed you cash from your uncle’s gin-slingin’ business back home and the Capitolists who loved you. You always killed with a flourish, you always made it an entertainment. But then it came down to you and a child. A girl no more than 13. You were half-way through stringing the noose when they shot her dead.

That isn’t when the Capitol came for you, though. It’s clear President Snow didn’t want you to win, but you didn’t make sense of why you were spared and the child was sentenced to death. In your guilt, you didn’t have time to consider this, speaking on her passing as much as possible. To the point where you were inflammatory to even the Capitolists. To the point where you were someone to sympathize. And maybe, through the grief and guilt, you let slip a few ideas. And maybe, through the tears, you smiled just enough to remind people of the cult of personality you can be. And you know that’s why Snow cut out your tongue two years later. It was a statement to your District, to anyone who felt inspired by you. Even the pretty song of a mockingbird cannot survive. So despair. So do not hope.

“That is why she could not live,” one of President Snow’s aides explains over your bloody, crucified form. “If she could beat you… not even with violence but with heart… then there would be hope. And we know what hope leads to.” So do not hope. So you were sent home, one silvery tongue less, and nursed your wounds. You go out to the woods, still, and you dream of Revolution. It is the only thing that beats the gnawing abyss, the one that threatens to swallow you whole for all your sins.

QUICK FACTS:

• Aged 22 - 25. You won your Games when you were 16 or 17.
• Comes from a line of bakers and butchers. Your family ran the butchery in the Square. After your parents passed, your uncle inherited the butcher shop and began taking care of you. Your uncle is a long-time friend of THE HERMIT.
• During your teens, your uncle roped you into the family business, which consists primarily of alcohol peddling and gambling. You were the manager of the family stall at the Hob. It was during this time you perhaps became most known for your charisma, especially as you facilitated games of dice and black jack. Later on in your teens, especially in the year before your first Games, you became known for using this charm to do your uncle’s dirty work. Working alongside THE HERMIT, you strong-armed your friends, neighbors, and fellow citizens into paying up for their addictions.
• Right before your first Games, you began to show an interest in the Revolution. You lived in the woods for the months leading up to your Games, which you are convinced this is why your name was chosen. Despite what you learned there, despite the protections they have against the Capitol’s eye… you’d be too stupid not to notice the cause-and-effect.
• Your uncle was imprisoned by the Peacekeepers of D12 following a sting operation. He was subsequently assassinated. You watched this happen before going to your first Games.
• Have also been atoning for your time working under your uncle since your first Games. Known for your philanthropy around D12, something that you have been discouraged from doing.
• Prior to the 100th Games, you made contact with D13 and helped THE AUTEUR to the plans for the Games and the subsequent Revolution.

CONNECTIONS.

THE BERSERKER — You met first in childhood, prior to them being displaced to District 7. You met again in the underground torture center where you lost your tongue, but they met a worser fate. They won their Games that same year, and since then, you have been a strange pair. There’s a part of you that knows it is a PR stunt. The power-couple who manages to overcome all their shortcomings. Your inability to speak and their mental instability made you interesting counterweights to one another, a pair of snowbirds for the Capitol to glom onto. The whole show makes you roll your eyes, though you pantomime and play along.

THE HERMIT — A friend and underling of your uncle’s. Working together for many years before you quit crime and blackmarket dealings, THE HERMIT and you have a tight-knit relationship, akin to parent and son. They were the first person you came out to about your transition, and they were the first person to support you. However, it has seen a downturn in recent years since your Victory. This is mostly due to you and your callousness. Your fear that the HERMIT will suffer as well for the stupid shit you’ve done, the stupid shit you’re about to do. You maintain a distance despite asking for their help. They have tried to get through to you, to bring you back to the smiling, happy child you once were, but it only ends up in arguments.