"This is my favourite moment, that moment a tribute... becomes a Victor," ~ Ceaser Flickerman.
Name: Orville Stud
Age: 32
Personality: He loves action and although he isn't ruthless about it, he has no problem in killing. He is a Career. Orville is also arrogant and childish, and he hates authority and adults. Anyone who calls him a man might not see the light of day again. He is always blabbing (usually somewhat about how good he is) in a high pitched, fast paced voice, and often rambles. He is very temperamental, hypocritical, and simple ridiculous in these rambles. His temperamental attitude stay with him as a part of his childishness and often throws temper tantrums. To sum up, He is a ruthless killer mixed with a spoiled two year old.
District 4
Physical Description: Short, spiked, bleach hair and pale skin. He is tall, slim and although, not as strong as the other Carers he is more agile so has medium sized toned muscles. He is exactly six feet tall. His face is dotted with freckles and his childish sparkling eyes are baby blue.
Look alike: Justin Hartley
Game they won: 58th
Weapon of choice and skills: Arrows, no bow just arrows, he uses the as agile spear and has grown particularly fond of them in his training. He is agile and strong and will get many sponsors for being a Career.
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Orville of District Four - CrocodileRocker
The glasses press into my clammy head. The blistering winds slapping against my hair. The forest of pines surrounding me fade into detailed outlines. I could see everything, everywhere.
"Woah." I gasp in amazement, "Now all I have to do is find out where she is at and then I just have to track her down, yet, then I would have to brutally murder her, not that I really care but it could be a little difficult, she did get a-" My blabbing is cut off by an excited shrieking squeal. I saw her.
All this time she has been chowing down in the cornucopia!?
I am kicking myself as I strut into the Horn, a calm grin reflecting off of my silver arrowhead.
The golden walls enlarge around me, Me head spins, The bright yellow slowly morphs into a deep red. The lopsided pile of treasures and weapons melt into the floor and changes into a deep red, corresponding with the walls.
"What is this." I mutter, once again amazed by the Gamemakers.
I snap off the X-ray goggles, throwing them lazily into a slim, river running around the edge of the room. I look forward, and see something I wish I never had. A vomit-like goo seeping into the back of the room.
"Disgusting!"
I fall to the ground, screaming. crawling across the slimy floor. I start slipping back, my stomach is soaked, and pants legs are dripping wet. I raise my eyes to see a wall of comb shaped bristles.
I whip around to meet the attacker I have heard coming in sloshing stomps.
"It's almost as if were in a-." I state, cut off my a splashing whir as I feel my self jolting up.
"In a whale." I shout, continuing my statement over the noise. We are staying suspended in a jet stream above the whales blowhole. My arrow pointing at Crane, her bright green eyes snarling in horror.
No hesitation, I tell myself.
The halted scream tells me it was a fatal thrash. The whale disappears in a blinding flash And I fall onto a beach of warm sand.
"Congratulations Orville." As excitement took me over the rest became a blur.
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