VICTOR OF THE 90th HUNGER GAMES. The Victor known for your golden tongue. Much like THE REAPER, you are without anyone to call your own, except perhaps them. This is the cruelty to President Snow choosing you, even if it is claimed that the Reaping is random. Following your victory, you were quickly turned into an actor, a model, and a pawn for Snow’s delight and gain. There has not been a moment since the canon sounded for that final time where your life has been your own, thought there is a part of you that has learned as you’ve gotten older than your life has never been your own. This is the cruelty to the Games that you know well, and it was only with THE HAMLET, who received similar treatment, that you could share in this. You are the darling of both the Capitol and the Districts’ eyes, and you are adored by your home District for the prosperity your career has brought them all. Having always shared the wealth, you have bore the brunt of this labor without any upset. Rebellion might not have ever crossed your mind, provided you had someone to love. That is the crucifix you wear: you care very little about being loved, but you will die without it.
President Snow knows this and exploits this fact about you. You know from REAPER the lengths to which the Capitol is willing to go to keep you in line. Your family and your District are two facets to your love, the sort you gave so freely once, that won the hearts of those who watched your Games. Now, Snow and his associates hold it above your head and encourage your self-imposed alienation to prevent REAPER and your family and, yes, your whole District from suffering at Snow’s hand.
QUICK FACTS:
THE REAPER — Your relationship has always been secretive, though the implications of what exists behind closed doors are what originally brought you together. You pair have always been the darlings of the Capitol, prior to THE BERSERKER and THE HAWK. Filmed and shot together, you were working partners first, starring in pulpy, cheaply produced films that hearkened to the pre-Rebellion days. A tool of propaganda. Now, one could call you lovers, though it is up to you if that’s the truth. In the past five years, a distance has grown between you due to the REAPER’s Revolutionary interest and your interest in survival.
THE JESTER — Childhood friends, their status and fortitude as a top-performing Career made them your protector in early childhood. You were better with words, albeit there was a time were you preferred the solitude of the oceans, lakes, and other waterways that your family fished from. You were heartbroken, all the more lonely, when THE JESTER won their Olympics and were set to be one of D4’s chosen volunteers. On the day you were called forth for the Reaping, you expected them to save you once more. You learned not to trust anyone, least of all those who call themselves your protectors.
THE HAMLET — You met them after your Games when they patched you up. Perhaps you were once lovers or simply friends, but however it went down, you now hold their secret. It is the very secret that resulted in them being Reaped. Perhaps you didn’t reveal their secret or perhaps you did, especially if THE AUTEUR or THE HAWK believe them to be integral to the Rebel plot. No matter what, you feel guilt as they climbed the stage for their Reaping. Your relationship did not end well, and you feel guilty for this above all else.