OVERVIEW.

THE PARENT OF A PAST VICTOR. You have been wracked with grief following their unexpected death. When your child won their Games, you stopped believing in fate, and their death did nothing to alter this theory. If anything, your conviction grew. When THE HAWK returned from their Games, you were convinced this wasn’t divine either. Longtime bootlegger and enforcer for THE HAWK’s uncle, you are familiar with acting as fate, and it was about time that karma served you with notice of moral bankruptcy. You’d originally started your life of criminality to avoid dying in a mine, to avoid making your child an orphan. As such, you taught your child to always have a hand in everyone’s pocket. After their passing, you were drinking yourself into a languid death, wondering if it was this conniving spirit that killed your baby. Or your own actions. A karmic force. Was there a divine plan after all? You weren’t a God-fearing person. You still aren’t. So your only choice is to believe that their death was purposeful in some way, and you have lived your life since then trying to make it worth something. Trying to pay back all the evil you believe you have done.

Perhaps this was what led you into this Revolution: you were going to be another body apathetically lost otherwise. You aren’t a God-fearing man, but you still fear a meaningless death like everyone else. Everyone cried for three days after your kid died, and then they stopped. Did that death have meaning? As you call it, laying your life on the line, you stand to save a country with your single, fatty-livered soul, and this is the only thing that stops the parasitic guilt from eating what remains of you.

QUICK FACTS:

• Your child is a Victor who passed some years prior to the 91st Hunger Games. You have become addicted to the very alcohol you’ve brewed since they were a babe.
• Associated with THE HAWK’s uncle and his crime family prior to THE HAWK’s winning and their uncle’s passing. You were a bootlegger, primarily, though you also were known for being a slimy, domineering force that got all addicts and two-bit gamblers to pay up their debts. It is perhaps this genetic strength that helped your child win their Games. You took up this job several years ago out of fear of leaving your child an orphan following the loss of your spouse to a mining accident. Given you worked in the mines, too, you decided that bootlegging was much safer. Perhaps you already had a knack for it?
• In recent years, THE HAWK convinced you to join them in the Revolution and play as a liaison between the community in the D12 mountains and himself as they plot what will be the inciting event.
• You are highly familiar with the Revolution’s home base in District 12’s mountains. You will be informed of the details of this upon your acceptance.
• Heavily inspired by Haymitch with a twist.

CONNECTIONS.

THE JESTER — They were a Peacekeeper initiate sent to District 12. When they first appeared at the Hob, you saw a fish out of water as their name was taken from the glass bowl. You helped guide them through those first days, week, months in D12. Since then, you have been friends, often drinking together. You give them unsolicited advice, not knowing of their history or the guilt they struggle with. You’ve accepted them as they are, as they have with you.

THE HAWK — You were a friend and employee of their uncle’s. Working together for many years before you quit crime and blackmarket dealings, THE HAWK and you have a tight-knit relationship, akin to parent-and-son. You were the first person they told about their transition, and you were the first person to openly support them. However, your relationship has seen a downturn in recent years, especially as they prefer to keep their own solitude.

THE REAPER – You have worked together in recent years to prepare for the Revolution. The pair of you share in a good drink, and you have a friendship that has lasted years, decades at this point. They are one of the few people that knows your child. That remembers them. You don’t have many friendships. It is almost like THE HAMLET snuck up on you.

OPEN.