Jayson Hewie Thornton - 13th Victor [WIP]
Sept 18, 2015 12:02:59 GMT -5
Post by Lotus on Sept 18, 2015 12:02:59 GMT -5
Thornton, Jayson Hewie
Victor of the 13th Hunger Games
Are You Coming to The Tree?
Where They Strung Up a Man They Say Murdered Three
Victor of the 13th Hunger Games
Are You Coming to The Tree?
Where They Strung Up a Man They Say Murdered Three
Full Name: Jayson Hewie Thornton.
Nickname: Jay/Hewie.
Birthday: 13th January.
Age: 27.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Location: District 3.
Hunger Games Won: 13th - At the age of 12. 13
Nickname: Jay/Hewie.
Birthday: 13th January.
Age: 27.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Location: District 3.
Hunger Games Won: 13th - At the age of 12. 13
Are You Coming to The Tree
Where I Told You to Run So We Would Both Be Free
If you give me one sentenced answers for any of these I will deny it faster than you can say Happy Hunger Games, the only one where it is acceptable is for weapon of choice and Face Claim, everything else 3-4 sentence minimum
If you give me one sentenced answers for any of these I will deny it faster than you can say Happy Hunger Games, the only one where it is acceptable is for weapon of choice and Face Claim, everything else 3-4 sentence minimum
Hair Color Style and Length: Dark brown, close to black, styled with it shorter on the sides than the top which lets him leave the top slightly fluffy.
Eye Color: Light brown verging on hazel.
Body Type and Height: A mostly athletic build, with muscles that don't look ridiculously defined with his 5'9.5" height.
Clothing Style: Darker wash clothes that tend to consist of jeans and shirts, but he does like dressing up every now and again.
Marks: Scars across his wrists from his struggles after the games, but everything else was erased by the Capitol.
Weapon of Choice: Daggers because of how young he was he wasn't the strongest to be wielding swords, spears and bows and arrows. He used his smaller stature in his favour, meaning daggers were his best option despite having to get up close and personal.
Weapon of Choice: Daggers because of how young he was he wasn't the strongest to be wielding swords, spears and bows and arrows. He used his smaller stature in his favour, meaning daggers were his best option despite having to get up close and personal.
Face Claim: Drew Roy.
Are You Coming to The Tree?
Where a Necklace of Rope Side by Side With Me
Where a Necklace of Rope Side by Side With Me
Likes: Laughing. Smiling. Going for runs. Aimless walking. Reading. Family and friends. Storms.
Dislikes: The games. Pathetic rain. When it gets too hot. Waking up early. Silence. Being alone. Feeling like he's constantly being watched by the Capitol still.
Strengths: Overcoming his depression after his games. Knowing how to make the most of a situation. Making people smile. Incredibly loving. A great friend.
Fears: Silence. Being alone for the rest of his life. His occasional, yet terrifying, nightmares of his games.
Talent: He still works in one of the factories as a technology analysis, because it's something he has a knack for - his wages go to his family.
Strange Things Did Happen Here
No Stranger Would It Be
Mother: Emma Alayna Thornton - Maiden name of Gregory.
Father: Eugene Hewie Thornton.
Siblings: Mollie Alayna Thornton - Older sister at the age of 31.
Other Significants: None as of yet.
Pets: A male Bernese Mountain Dog and Poodle Cross named Boots; because when he was a puppy that's all he felt like chewing up.
District Partner: Laine Estella - Age 17.
Games Overview: The crowds in the centre of the district were deathly silent. Waiting for the names of the two tributes to be called felt like a death sentence to everyone there. There wasn’t a single person that hadn’t had that fear embedded deep within them, whether it was from the years they stood shivering with fear during their own reaping’s, or now when they feared for their own child’s life. The uptight capitolite, Seraphine Riska, teetered over to the glass bowl holding the names of every single girl in the district from the ages of 12 to 18 and as she pulled out the slip of paper holding one girl’s death sentence, there was an intake of breath as everyone seemed to stop breathing.
“Laine Estella!”
As soon as the name was called there were sighs of relief, but a sob could be heard from the back of the crowd as the group of girls parted to make way for the first tribute of District 3. She was an older girl, unlucky to have been picked with only one or two years left to go before she was safe, and despite the shaking of her hands that was clearly evident from a fair distance away, she still managed to carry herself in a proud manner. Her voice never waved as she thanked Seraphine for her congratulations and answered questions to reveal her age. The 17-year-old then turned to face the crowd, her eyes shifted over the boys, wondering who her partner would be, before they settled on the faces of her family in the back of the crowd.
Once again, Seraphine made her way over to the glass dish containing the boy’s names in an odd sort of capitolite walk and fished out one slip of paper containing one more death sentence. The crowd held their breaths once more. The younger boys that usually had excitement and mischievousness alighting their eyes were downtrodden and shaking in their boots, whilst the older boys stood still with grim faces that should’ve been wearing a soft smile as they made their way into their futures.
“Jayson Thornton!”
This time, amongst the sighs of relief, came a scream of complete anguish followed by continual loud sobs from the crowds as the crowds parted to let a slight boy make his way through. The young boy shook in his boots, his hands shaking and his head down as he realised he was never going to be coming back again. He was welcomed onto the stage in an overly enthusiastic manner by Seraphine, and despite the clear terror that was wracking his small frame, he managed to lift his head to hold it as proudly as he could.
“Congratulations young man. Aren’t we proud to be representing your district now?” Jayson nodded his head softly, looking out into the crowd; Seraphine making him more uncomfortable that he already was.
“Now, how about we let everyone know how old we are?”
“Twelve.” There were murmurs through the crowd of their displeasure to such a young one being dragged into the hell of the games, but unless someone volunteered to take his place, there was nothing any of them could do.
“My, my, you are such a young one. But I bet you’re going to be the bravest one of the lot!”
The crowd watched as Jayson nodded his head softly, once again, before he turned to the crowd. He found his parents grieving faces and gave them his biggest and cheekiest smile he could muster up, whilst the crowd applauded their tributes. It was that moment that would help save him, as people in the Capitol watching fell in love with the little boy with the brightest grin.
The hype of the games never died. Despite the fact the stylist for District 3 dressed both Laine and Jayson in matching silvery billowing cloaks, jumpsuits and silver glasses, the crowds still cheered for them. Once again, Jayson kept the biggest grin on his face, not knowing the effect it was having. The rest of the week seemed to pass by quickly, drawing the two tributes closer and closer to imminent danger. The outside world never knew what was going on in the training centre, but with scores of 7 and 5 respectively for the older and younger tribute, they weren’t fairing too badly against the competition.
The evening of the interviews came and neither of the tributes could get over how loud the crowds were as they waited for each tribute. Laine went onstage and received a fair few awes and cheers, winning the crowds over for her affection towards her partner. Next it was Jayson’s turn.
The noise was unbearable, forcing him to take a step back and cover his ears slightly. The crowds were shushed almost immediately by the current host, Alois Buckley, as he held his hand out to the young boy and guided him to his seat.
“My apologies for the noise, but the people seem to just adore you Jay. Is it alright to call you Jay?”
Jayson nodded his head, “Either Jay or Hewie is fine by me. I get called both back home.”
“Oh. Hewie! Isn’t that just adorable everyone?!” The crowd cheered once more, loving the nickname for the young boy. “So Hewie, we know you’re only 12. It must have been quite a shock hearing your name called out, mustn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah. I mean it was my first year, nobody expects it in their first year. But I’m going to try my best! I don’t want to leave my parents with no one to shout at.” There was a chuckle from the child and the crowd laughed along with him, finding his cheeky side as something else to love about him.
“Oh my dear boy, I’m sure your parents hardly every shout at you, especially with that charming smile you possess.”
There was a laugh from the small boy again, “Thank you Alois!”
“My pleasure Hewie. Now, onto that training score of yours. A 5! Congratulations must be in order for that! I must admit we were all rather shocked, weren’t we?” The crowd cheered in response. “Will you let us in on your little secret for how you did so well?”
Hewie rubbed a hand behind his neck, something he did when he started to get nervous, but suddenly the mischievous spark lit up his eyes once more. “If I told you then there would be no surprises left. I mean, I’m already at a disadvantage because of how small I am, but if no one knows what I worked with then I might have a fighting chance.”
Alois nodded his head, “Very clever Hewie, very clever in deed. We all await the reveal of this secret talent of yours, but for now…” Alois stood, holding his hand out for the boy to take and stand by his side. “We all wish you the very best of luck out there! We’re all rooting for you and that smile of yours!” The crowd applauded, cheered and screamed his name. Despite the noise getting slightly too much, his wonderful, heart-warming smile never faltered.
That was until he was standing on the platforms in this year’s arena. The crowds were watching with eager eyes, and Hewie was shaking once again in the clothes provided for him that looked slightly too big.
Overall History: Here is where you get into the nitty gritty of what was really going on behind the scenes. The train, training center, and private training sessions SHOULD be here as well as their childhood, schooling meeting their stylist and after the games up until now this is where YOU tell US about who they really are not what was seen on TV. Now don't kill me for this but it needs to be 2000 words, I know this sounds like a crazy amount but we want a lot of thought put into these victors, yes they are damaged and rich but who are they really? What makes them who they are and why they are who they are.
Father: Eugene Hewie Thornton.
Siblings: Mollie Alayna Thornton - Older sister at the age of 31.
Other Significants: None as of yet.
Pets: A male Bernese Mountain Dog and Poodle Cross named Boots; because when he was a puppy that's all he felt like chewing up.
District Partner: Laine Estella - Age 17.
Games Overview: The crowds in the centre of the district were deathly silent. Waiting for the names of the two tributes to be called felt like a death sentence to everyone there. There wasn’t a single person that hadn’t had that fear embedded deep within them, whether it was from the years they stood shivering with fear during their own reaping’s, or now when they feared for their own child’s life. The uptight capitolite, Seraphine Riska, teetered over to the glass bowl holding the names of every single girl in the district from the ages of 12 to 18 and as she pulled out the slip of paper holding one girl’s death sentence, there was an intake of breath as everyone seemed to stop breathing.
“Laine Estella!”
As soon as the name was called there were sighs of relief, but a sob could be heard from the back of the crowd as the group of girls parted to make way for the first tribute of District 3. She was an older girl, unlucky to have been picked with only one or two years left to go before she was safe, and despite the shaking of her hands that was clearly evident from a fair distance away, she still managed to carry herself in a proud manner. Her voice never waved as she thanked Seraphine for her congratulations and answered questions to reveal her age. The 17-year-old then turned to face the crowd, her eyes shifted over the boys, wondering who her partner would be, before they settled on the faces of her family in the back of the crowd.
Once again, Seraphine made her way over to the glass dish containing the boy’s names in an odd sort of capitolite walk and fished out one slip of paper containing one more death sentence. The crowd held their breaths once more. The younger boys that usually had excitement and mischievousness alighting their eyes were downtrodden and shaking in their boots, whilst the older boys stood still with grim faces that should’ve been wearing a soft smile as they made their way into their futures.
“Jayson Thornton!”
This time, amongst the sighs of relief, came a scream of complete anguish followed by continual loud sobs from the crowds as the crowds parted to let a slight boy make his way through. The young boy shook in his boots, his hands shaking and his head down as he realised he was never going to be coming back again. He was welcomed onto the stage in an overly enthusiastic manner by Seraphine, and despite the clear terror that was wracking his small frame, he managed to lift his head to hold it as proudly as he could.
“Congratulations young man. Aren’t we proud to be representing your district now?” Jayson nodded his head softly, looking out into the crowd; Seraphine making him more uncomfortable that he already was.
“Now, how about we let everyone know how old we are?”
“Twelve.” There were murmurs through the crowd of their displeasure to such a young one being dragged into the hell of the games, but unless someone volunteered to take his place, there was nothing any of them could do.
“My, my, you are such a young one. But I bet you’re going to be the bravest one of the lot!”
The crowd watched as Jayson nodded his head softly, once again, before he turned to the crowd. He found his parents grieving faces and gave them his biggest and cheekiest smile he could muster up, whilst the crowd applauded their tributes. It was that moment that would help save him, as people in the Capitol watching fell in love with the little boy with the brightest grin.
The hype of the games never died. Despite the fact the stylist for District 3 dressed both Laine and Jayson in matching silvery billowing cloaks, jumpsuits and silver glasses, the crowds still cheered for them. Once again, Jayson kept the biggest grin on his face, not knowing the effect it was having. The rest of the week seemed to pass by quickly, drawing the two tributes closer and closer to imminent danger. The outside world never knew what was going on in the training centre, but with scores of 7 and 5 respectively for the older and younger tribute, they weren’t fairing too badly against the competition.
The evening of the interviews came and neither of the tributes could get over how loud the crowds were as they waited for each tribute. Laine went onstage and received a fair few awes and cheers, winning the crowds over for her affection towards her partner. Next it was Jayson’s turn.
The noise was unbearable, forcing him to take a step back and cover his ears slightly. The crowds were shushed almost immediately by the current host, Alois Buckley, as he held his hand out to the young boy and guided him to his seat.
“My apologies for the noise, but the people seem to just adore you Jay. Is it alright to call you Jay?”
Jayson nodded his head, “Either Jay or Hewie is fine by me. I get called both back home.”
“Oh. Hewie! Isn’t that just adorable everyone?!” The crowd cheered once more, loving the nickname for the young boy. “So Hewie, we know you’re only 12. It must have been quite a shock hearing your name called out, mustn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah. I mean it was my first year, nobody expects it in their first year. But I’m going to try my best! I don’t want to leave my parents with no one to shout at.” There was a chuckle from the child and the crowd laughed along with him, finding his cheeky side as something else to love about him.
“Oh my dear boy, I’m sure your parents hardly every shout at you, especially with that charming smile you possess.”
There was a laugh from the small boy again, “Thank you Alois!”
“My pleasure Hewie. Now, onto that training score of yours. A 5! Congratulations must be in order for that! I must admit we were all rather shocked, weren’t we?” The crowd cheered in response. “Will you let us in on your little secret for how you did so well?”
Hewie rubbed a hand behind his neck, something he did when he started to get nervous, but suddenly the mischievous spark lit up his eyes once more. “If I told you then there would be no surprises left. I mean, I’m already at a disadvantage because of how small I am, but if no one knows what I worked with then I might have a fighting chance.”
Alois nodded his head, “Very clever Hewie, very clever in deed. We all await the reveal of this secret talent of yours, but for now…” Alois stood, holding his hand out for the boy to take and stand by his side. “We all wish you the very best of luck out there! We’re all rooting for you and that smile of yours!” The crowd applauded, cheered and screamed his name. Despite the noise getting slightly too much, his wonderful, heart-warming smile never faltered.
That was until he was standing on the platforms in this year’s arena. The crowds were watching with eager eyes, and Hewie was shaking once again in the clothes provided for him that looked slightly too big.
Overall History: Here is where you get into the nitty gritty of what was really going on behind the scenes. The train, training center, and private training sessions SHOULD be here as well as their childhood, schooling meeting their stylist and after the games up until now this is where YOU tell US about who they really are not what was seen on TV. Now don't kill me for this but it needs to be 2000 words, I know this sounds like a crazy amount but we want a lot of thought put into these victors, yes they are damaged and rich but who are they really? What makes them who they are and why they are who they are.
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Why Did you decided to make him/her: Because I can...?
