Shae’s Comments (group member since Jan 20, 2013)

Shae’s comments from the Hunger Games RP- An In Depth Experience group.

Thank you too! And what should we do while waiting for the interviews? Should we speak to sponsors or something?

Okay, um... Instead of that...
Rhett~~~
Tie: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...
Outfit (middle one): https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...

Ahaha, well, Rhett was born from a family of tree choppers, they weren't exactly too concerned about fashion. ;3
Are you looking for something like this?:
https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/im...
XD

Ready

Rhett stood in the room, awkwardly tugging at the bright yellow tie that was threatening to strangle him. Ha, he didn't have time to fear the other tributes, it was obvious that the real threat here was the tie. Ha. He smiled, it was either smile at his own sad joke or cry about his near certain death. He kept his eyes off of the other tributes, he didn't want to look at them, another reminder of all the murdering and death that was going to follow. Only one person in the room was going to live. Twenty three of them would die as entertainment.

For Rhett:
https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...
His pants are what's typical for suits, and his shoes are: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...

((Him C; ))

Rhett kept the smile plastered to his face. "Give me an axe, and I'll give them something." He replied, giving them a wave before quickly leaving the training center. He was going to be late for the interview if he didn't hurry. Wouldn't want to ruin the capital kid's show. He thought sarcastically.

Rhett heard a snort nearby, and looked up from the edible pants section, which was located right next to the game makers. Rhett gave them a grin, once again forced, "If you want to make the games interesting, remember to put axes in the cornucopia! Give the capital an underdog to root for." He called up at them, making his voice sound friendly and amiable. He was good at acting, but he hated playing nicely with the gamemakers when his instinct was telling him to throw an ax or two at them.

Rhett made his way to the training center, unhappy. He was going to become a murder and then be murdered. He was going to die. Rhett glanced around the room, surprised at how empty the room was. Was he really that late? His eyes focused on the game makers, concealing his fury with a huge, believable grin.

He then took his eyes away from them and stared at the axes. He really didn't feel like learning about survival or bows and arrows, but he was going to have to, but it might make him feel a lot better to practice a family hobby. He quickly moved over towards the axes, picking up one of the smaller ones to throw. He was, much to his disgust, impressed by the weapon. He looked over towards one of the targets, backing himself up an appropriate distance, before throwing. It landed in the middle of it with a quick thud. Impressive, perhaps, but it was a steep downhill from there. He didn't know the first thing about something like a sword or arrow, and while he might know a few things about plants in the district seven forests, well, the game makers enjoyed creating odd arenas.

((Oh, wait, was I accepted?))

Full Name: Rhett Lucas Leoleo

Gender: Male

Age: 18

District: 7

Appearance: (Imagine something like this, but his hair does not have a part like that and his hair is usually messed up)
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Eye Color: Dark hazel

Hair Color: Light brown

Skin Color: White

Weight: 155

Height: 5'11

Strengths: He's strong and is great with an axe

Weakness: He's useless just about every other weapon.

History:
Rhett is from district seven, the place that specializes in lumber and paper. He was born from a large family, with many cousins, aunts, uncles, and siblings. He was the youngest of his six brothers, and it seemed that there was always an extra mouth to feed. And his father was someone who believed that you should work for everything you have, a thought that Rhett does not share, but it wasn't like he could exactly rebel against the person who feeds him. So at an early age, his father made him work, helping cut down trees and other such things. In spare time, for fun, his family would throw axes at a target, it was a pretty common thing to do. And Rhett, always eager to show off, threw himself into it and, and fell in love with the axe. However, he occasionally wishes that he could have been trained with a sword instead, because it seems slightly cooler, but you can't win them all. His family had gotten through reapings unscathed, never hearing anyone but their brother's wife's cousin's sister's daughter being called, so it was a shock when Rhett's name was called. It was silly, but he always felt safe, as if there wasn't a chance in the world he would be sent to the hunger games. But his name was called, and now he's being sent to die.

Family: He has a large family, and has six older brothers, his parents and all of his grandparents are still alive and kicking.

Weapon of Choice: Axes or something similar in design

Other: