The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Two Female: Sharpe Hammer

"I always love to see a  new tribute join us... We never know what they'll be like, or what  they've got up their sleeves." -Fillius Ravenscar

Name: Sharpe Hammer

Age: 16

Gender: Female

District: 2

Physical Description:  Sharpe is small for her age, tiny even. She stands at 5'4, shorter than  all other girls her age in the Training Academy. It annoys her sometimes  that she's smaller than everyone else. Her hair is blonde with wavy  curls, and she has green eyes that almost seem to stare into your soul  with hate. She's known for her death glare. Her hatchet is almost always  seen by her side, as she sees it as protection. Her hands are usually  balled into fists, like she's ready to punch you.

Personality: Sharpe may  be small, but she's out to get you. Like a bear. She's a leader, and  she's not afraid to take charge, and if you don't agree she will pound  your face in with a hatchet. Sharpe can unmistakably be like a dictator.  Sharpe is fearless, ruthless, strong, and brutal. Even though she's  smart and mature, she has a need to use her weapon at all times. She  gets mad for no reason when things aren't her way, and will go psycho at  unnecessary times. Sharpe doesn't have anger issues; she just hates a  lot of things. She hates everything that doesn't appeal to her liking.  She can also be described as a piranha. If she has a hatchet in her  hands, and you get her pissed off, you better run like hell because  Sharpe will bash your brains out without a second thought.

Craft: Training for the games, helping out with her family Blacksmith.

Skills: Using a Hatchet, weaponry (Blacksmith), and hand to hand combat.

Weapon of Choice:  Occasionally a Hammer, but her signature weapon is a Hatchet. With a  hatchet, she can bash your brain out of your skull. She would enjoy  seeing that.

District Token: A golden pin, carved to look like a sharp hammer, representing Sharpe.

Backstory: Sharpe lives  with her parents and older brother, Blade, in the richer part of  District 2, as her family owns a Blacksmith. Her parents loved weapons,  so why not name their children after weapons? So they did, and named  their kids Sharpe and Blade. Sharpe is only a year younger than Blade,  so they get along well together. Sharpe usually helps out her family  with that Blacksmith, and she learned to make to weapons at a young age.  Even since Sharpe was 5 her life revolved around weapons. Sharpe loves  weapons, and always has her hatchet by her side, not afraid to use it.

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Sharpe Hammer: District Two

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I slowly put on the headband that I planned to wear for the reaping. I'm volunteering. I will prove everyone that I'm not weak.

I smile in satisfaction,  looking in the mirror of my bedroom. I will show them all that I am  victor material. I will win, and if I don't, then I shall kill as many  other tributes in the arena as possible.

And as a tribute, I will  enjoy killing the weaklings, and watching them suffer. Anyone who  underestimates me will die. I will grab my hatchet and chop off the  limbs of the nearest tribute I find in the arena. Other than the other  Careers of course...

Walking out of the room, I know that I will be ready to volunteer.

"I'm volunteering today." I announced walking into my family's Blacksmith.

My dad looked up from  what he was doing. "What! You're only 16, wouldn't you want to wait  until you're 18?" He asked with disbelief.

"Nope. 16. It's my lucky number, so I'm volunteering this year and you're not stopping me!" I yell, running out the door.

"Bye, Sharpe!" My  brother Blade calls out sarcastically. My father stands there, in the  blacksmith shocked. It doesn't matter, he'll be happy when he sees I'm  not as weak as he thinks I am. I will prove him that I am strong and  worthy of being victor.

I smirk, and then I disappear from out the door.

I have to hurry. I am  not being late for this. My grey dress ripples through the wind, and the  ballet flats on my feet aren't helping with my speed.

I arrive to the place where the reaping is being held. Just in time.

I wait for the speeches and all that useless garbage. I just want to get this over with.

"And now, time for the  reapings!" The escort, Ramira Welsh yells out in a preppy voice. I  wouldn't mind killing her with my hatchet, especially with that annoying  voice of hers.

"Ladies first." She says, walking over to the female reaping ball and sticking her hand in.

"Priscilla Steel!" She  announces with a grin, and everyone at the town square watches as a  small 12 year old walks out from her age group.

"I volunteer!" I scream  at the top of my lungs, over powering any other female volunteer. Yeah,  the psycho from the training academy is volunteering, get over it.

A girl about my age volunteers before me, but I grab her, and shove her behind me. Nothing will stop me.

"No! I'm volunteering,  you freak!" I screech, pushing her out of the way. Ugh, I hate people  who try to do the same things as me. But then again, I hate a lot of  things.

I mount the stage with a  victorious smile. I hate people who think they're all that, I just want  to bash their insides out with a hatchet. It irks me.

"Wonderful, a volunteer! What is your name?" Asks Ramira.

"Sharpe Hammer, and I am here to win. And kill all my opponents brutally." I announced with a grin.

I stand proudly on the  stage. No one shall underestimate me. I won't be just the psycho girl  from the training academy, and the girl who hates everything.

I will be known as victor.

And nothing will stop me from winning.