Talk:Trial of Oblivion/@comment-5338425-20150717172320

I am going on holiday to America for 3 weeks tomorrow so i will be unable to make pages for my tributes, so i will post comments but pages will be made and i will link them to you :3



Bronte Artemus

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: (See Lunaii)

Word: Lonely

Personality: Bronte is a intelligent and shy girl. She likes to be alone, as she feels people are just selfish creatures and from a young age she has learnt not to trust and has good reason not to. She is tatical and sly, and never does anything that could lead to her own early demise. She has little care for others, as her views on people are very negative and she has trained herslef not to see the good side of people, so she is a bit of a pessimist. She is quite snarky, and if someone does speak to her she is cold, this is because she thinks forming a connection to someone makes it more painful when they die, but she does secretly care for people and will protect those she cares about, but will never show her care, seeing it as weakness and she is afraid to show her real emotions. Bronte would usually step back and analyze things, and then strike when the moment is right. She is a lonely girl, who dosen't have anything she cares about and has nothing to lose but is too strong to give up.

Strenghts: Bronte is very intelligent, and could be one of the smartest tributes in the arena. She is also very small and is swift, and can do things the larger and stronger tributes would struggle to complete. She is also very good with traps, especially electrical traps.

District: 3

Weaknesses: Bronte is very physiaclly weak, because of her small structure and size. Despite her knowledge on plants she is not good in rural environments, growing up in a very urban district. She also struggles with people, and can easily make enemies because of her anti-social attitide towards others.

Weapon: Throwing Axe and Knives.

History:

Bronte was born to a poor family, she was one of four children and the only reason she was born was so that she could claim food for her deprived family in the Hunger Games. Bronte was greatly deprived, her parents were cruel creatures. Her father was violent, and a rebel. Bronte was never let out of the house, usually she would be the one without food, because she was the only girl in the family and her father claimed the boys had more of a chance at victory. Bronte hated her family, but she was too afraid to voice out her opinion, and she was too afraid to run away as she thought people would be the same on the outside world.

Bronte grew up in this lifestyle, and when she was 11 her older brother volunteered. He was weak, and he died in the bloodbath. She showed no remorse, she considered herself to not be a puppet of her father, unlike him. Her father, however, went into a deep fury as he was blinded with arrogance and thought his child would bring hme victory, the free ticket out of the slums, where he would leave Bronte and the other failures. He was screaming, and as Bronte got in his way his fist slammed into her face, and she fell to the ground, her vision black. The last thing she heard were the screams of his father, not a single word about his rejected daughter.

Bronte woke up far away from her house, surrounding her was the vile remains of litter. Bronte felt like screaming, her father just dumped her and left her to die, she sat there, alone. Bronte swore to herself she would never trust anyone, as when they are done with her they will just throw her away. She had no idea what to do, despite being a very intelligent girl. She had no clue to where she was, though she knew it was a bad place because close to Bronte were a pile of human bones, hanging out of it's rib cage was a rusty knife, coated in dry blood. Bronte picked up the knife and rolled her fingers around the handle. She rushed away, through the crowded streets trying to find somewhere, anywhere but there, and she walked away, her knife gripped in her hand, ready for when she meets her father again.

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