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Group: DISTRICT 4
Member No.: 14
Joined: 1-November 11
Government of Panem
eighteen ∙ district 4 ∙ fisherman ∙ alex pettyfer
headstrong ∙ calculative ∙ player ∙ tease ∙ blunt ∙ social
with your faith you'll trigger a landslide. victory. and kill off this common sense of mind. it takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wind. you can't down it with your eyes. so we don't need the headlines, we don't need the headlines, we just want. we want the airwaves back. we want the airwaves back. everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing. tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now? everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see. tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
William Elijah Briar is probably one of the most annoying teenager you might meet in District 4 due to his cocky attitude towards everything, but he is also a charming one. He welcomes the love lavished upon him by the females in his district, and does not believe in falling in love. Will believes that the chances of him finding someone that he loved and loved him back were slimmer than him winning the hunger games. Which, in actual fact isn't too shabby. Did I also mention that he's a career?
Having grown up in a family of four boys, with him being the second child, he was always getting into brawls with his brother for superficial things. Their father, Lukas Briar, had the mindset of the career, and was adamant about his own sons being careers too. So Will's life was revolved around thinking, training and acting like a career. What Lukas really wants is for one of them to win, so that he can live his life of luxury in the Victor Village. And he doesn't care whether or not he has to let three of his sons to die first before the fourth one wins.
Since young, William has been exposed to all sorts of training. Endurance, agility, dexterity, attacking, defending... you name it. His childhood wasn't the best one, because his father had a tendency to whip anyone of them who fell below his standards. Will was a lanky boy when he was younger, and always was at the end of his father's wrath. Sometimes he wished that he could live a normal life not having to train as a career, but sometimes, just wanting to be noticed by his father for something that he did right. This caused him to be cold towards most as a child.
But then puberty hit. He started to bulk up, and he was soon one of the best out of his brothers. Will could see that his father was pleased with this, and that made him happy. Not just that, he was suddenly noticing girls, and they were suddenly noticing him. He found himself very interested in them, and perhaps the human anatomy. Not that he has ever done anything like that before. He's just... curious.
In actual fact, William had never liked killing or deaths, as he had found out when he watched his first Hunger Games, at the age of five. He had cringed when the witness the bloodbath, and had nightmares for the next few weeks. He couldn't shake of the eerie feeling of having to watch your back all the time, and having opponent fiercer than the animals behind the fence.
Will is pretty social amongst his friends - in school and at work. He often 'goes out' with the females, make them swoon with his romantic phrases, and teasing them till they blushed. Never does he take all of it seriously. He can't. Not after that... incident. Anyway, he's blunt with people that he's just met, or does not like. He is also headstrong, and prefers to use his fist first before reasoning things out.
Now, the incident that had caused Will to distant himself from everyone - well, mostly just girls that are interested in him - was because of twist of fate. He had recently met a girl, and they were attracted to each other like bees and pollen. She was probably the most beautiful person he's ever met in his entire life. It helped that she thought similarly too. Unfortunately, she was reaped when Will was sixteen, and came back... in a coffin. For days he refused to eat or drink, and spent a lot of his time in his room, sobbing about her death. He reckons that it's his fault that she died... If only he hadn't told her about rebelling the Capitol...
With the 25th Hunger Games and first Quarter Quell fast approaching, it odds are indeed not in his favour. Being the next eligible son of Lukas, the chances of him being being sent in are sky high. He doesn't want to die just like that. He seen too much of the destruction that one Game could cause.
do, or die
15 ∙ sgt ∙ pm
well, i live in sunny o' singapore and i've been roleplaying since i was 10. i'm absolutely in love with the hunger games. finnick odair in his underwear, ftw! i love reading other series, such as the mortal instruments, the infernal devices, lorien legacies and more~
With her job going around as a hunter killing all sorts of dangerous Night People, it was a wonder how she lived to see the age of nineteen. Possibly lady luck had been on her side for countless of years. Kiran's probably been too lucky so far. Maybe it was her time to join her mom, right now. Whether she was going to end up dying tonight or not, she wasn't going to go down without a fight. It would be pathetic and kind of hurt her hunter's pride. It was probably the most embarrassing thing to happen to a hunter. To die at the hands of a Night Person. Like say, a vampire. Kiran was 100% sure her mother wouldn't want her to throw her life away because she was on the verge on giving up, especially with this vampire who seemed to know way too much. Her mother would want her to live. That was the least Kiran could do for her.
If Kiran hadn't gone on to be a hunter... She would have spent her time doing freelance photographing. She had a few good works on her portfolio, and she was pretty well known amongst the other photographers. They say she was able to capture someone in a special angle that no one else could - which was what made her quasi-famous. Sometimes her photos were dark. Those reflected how she was on the outside. But sometimes, her photos show things that she never revealed to anyone else. Those, reflected her on the inside. But no one knew where to look, so they never saw that side of her. The work that she was most proud of would have to be her family photo. That was her first picture she ever taken. One was without her, and one included her (self-timer. one of the best features when no one else was around). Her family was... happy. Even though she couldn't understand much at that age, given that she was about five or so when she picked up her first camera, she loved photography. She loved how she could capture that moment, and how it'll keep as memory.
But then again, memories are what hurts the most. How she remembered that fateful night that changed her life... How she remembered that betrayal... That night was far by the worse memory she ever had, followed closely by a few encounters with the Night People when she was slightly older, but not yet old enough to handle hunting. Of which included her getting tortured by witches with that dark magic, and her getting raped by a shifter. Kiran shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to remember all this, but this night, this encounter with the vampire brought all the memories she had carefully kept hidden back up to the surface. It hurt. It hurt more that what a knife would going through her. If only there was a way to forget, she would have gladly accepted it. Black out all these bad memories and be left with the happy ones. There weren't many happy memories to begin with, though. If that happened, she might be brain dead from all the memory lost. Bad memories dominated the good ones. The best memory she had was of her dad buying ice cream for her. If that was far by the best memory, then pleasant memories were as rare as seeing a penguin fly.
Kiran's memories from her childhood shaped her to what she was today - a cold, heartless hunter who gave no damn about anyone but herself. She forgot how to care, she forgot how to love. She didn't feel anything anymore. It was like she was a member of the walking dead, which ironically, made her as bad as the Night People. But they were the ones who made her like this. They were the ones who stripped her away of her pleasant childhood, of a loving family. If they didn't existed... Her father wouldn't have gotten into this mess. She would have been different. But it all started from her father, didn't it? Her father was the key to everything that she was now. If he hadn't been between her life and the Night World, she wouldn't have even known what the Night World was. Kiran repented her father's actions, but it wasn't something that she could change. She should start forgetting about it, and get on with her life... But she couldn't. Her past powered her actions now, and to get over it would require a huge amount of control. She didn't have that. Kiran was sick and tired of being so angry all the time. She wanted a shot at what other people her age could have. A warm and loving place to call home, someone to love, someone whom she could confide in. And even the superficial things like girls' night out, shopping, going to football games, and drunken rages. Oh, and how could she forget? The thrill of being in love, the thrill of being kissed, being touched... She wanted that so badly. But she couldn't have it. Not now, not ever, she supposed, if she couldn't get over what had passed.
"Why would i lie my dear? I’m not going to do you any favours in teasing you, and you can believe what you wish." Kiran kept her eyes on the vampire, a blank look on her face. She hated the way he called her 'dear'. A filthy bloodsucking leech calling her 'dear' sent shivers down her spine. As much as she'd like to deny it, at the same time she liked it. In a sick, twisted way, of her subconscious working. What was this? The familiarity of the vampire creeped her out. "I'm not yours to call 'dear'," she hissed. "And obviously you haven't heard of privacy. Why would I think you would anyway? You leeches don't practice basic courtesy." Key wasn't sure what she was ranting on about, but she wasn't pleased. She felt a pang of fear when the vampire took out his gun, but it was so minor she didn't quite notice it. Kiran eyed the gun blankly, knowing for sure that it would definitely end her life faster than she could say 'bloodsucker'. “Oh very good for you, of course i will be putting up a fight.” She rolled her eyes. "What kind of fight would it be when you know you have a larger advantage over a human girl? Aren't we weak in your eyes?" Kiran continued eying the vampire as he closed in on her, and she didn't even bother to move one bit. In a way she didn't quite care anymore, and she was just going with the flow. She knew she wouldn't be able to run away, so there was no point, but she might but able to outsmart the vampire. There was a slim chance that she might, and she was still holding on to that hope.
“You can have it any way you want. I can make your death painless and quick, or i can suck the life out of you slowly.”
"I don't have much of choice do I?" Kiran uttered. "Either way the outcome is the same. Dead." In a split second the vampire was right beside her, and the gun stroking her face felt cool against her heated skin. His free handed rested on her neck, and the touch sent a pulse to her mind. Kiran's eyes widened as she suddenly just remembered why the vampire looked so familiar. She gasped as she realised who he was, and what part he had to play in that horrible night. The hatred in her overpowered all other feelings in her, and she failed to even register the electricity buzzing through her skin from the vampire's touch, whatever it might mean. The vampire paused for that one second, and that one second was all it took for her to act. Kiran ducked, and scrambled out of his range. She backed away from him slowly, hatred burning bright in her eyes. "You were there. That night." She squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to make sense of everything. Of all the vampires she could have met, she had to bump into this one. This one that was part of the group that had broken down the door to their house, grabbing her parents, and sucking them dry while she watched helplessly by. She didn't realise that she was so close to the edge of the dock. All that consumed her mind was, He was there. He helped kill Mom. She didn't even notice the nagging voice in her head trying to tell her something else, trying to tell about the electrical sensation she got from his touch. She ignored the fact that she was close to teetering off the edge of the dock and into the icy water below her, and the fact that she absolutely couldn't swim at all. She ignored it all.
Her foot landed on nothing as she continuously backed away from the vampire. Kiran felt herself free falling, and she didn't even let out a scream when the water closed on her, cutting of her oxygen. She didn't even think of struggling.
Oh Vivien, Alex Pettyfer is delicious! Also yay for D4 fishermen! Congratulations and welcome to Nightlock! Don't forget to post in our claims forum! Also check out our introductions forum and get to know some of your fellow players!
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