𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 → f. odair

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

*ೃ

・. ⋆

⦿

⋆.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐘 is possibly one of the richest, most influential Districts in all of Panem.

Publicly, District Two is the prime producer of anything that may be used in combat, and in addition, Peacekeepers are recruited and trained in said District. Weapons are manufactured with utmost care for quality, rather than production, and in return, the District has earned itself a grandeur of wealth. Above all, District 2 in alliance with District 1 of luxury, constantly produces successful victors. It radiates everything that is affluence, diligence, and pure skill.

Children from District Two are born into the mentality of success; they are thrown into an academy at just the ripe of eight, in hopes of training, participating, and winning their games. Those coming from District 2 are strong and prepared, and the individuals always have some sort of specialty - whether it be ax throwing, knife work, or mace bludging, brutal discipline proves to aid these young men and women to their ultimate favorable result; becoming a Victor. They are eager, and most of the time strive for bloodlust without the fear of tarnishing their own morality along the way.

Khairiah Styx did not know what to think. The Games were all she really ever knew; she grew up consumed by the relentless pursuit of training for them - a life carved out by a singular purpose. From the tender years of her childhood, her days were marked by the clink of weapons and the choice of combat. She had never lived the life of a normal child; one with innocence, laughter, and play - instead, each day unfolded within the walls of the training grounds. Soon enough she spoke less with her mind and instead communicated with gleaming blades and her own fists. Anger and competition consumed her, enveloping her like waves crashing against the surface of a muddled cliff - causing her to transform into the one thing she swore she would never become; a monster.

The depths of her soul and physique were tarnished, uncomparably dark and macabre like nothing anyone had ever seen before, and whose fault was it?

Maybe it was her father, who constantly urged her to be the best, to make him proud to earn the validation she so strived for. As the years passed and she matured, Khairiah quickly came to realize that it was not her father's fault - yes, he could've learned to control the violence he inflicted on her, but none of this would be happening if it were not for Coriolanus Snow.

She hated him. Absolutely despised the man for what he did to her, and especially what he had done to her mother.

Hadassa Arius was the winner of the 35th Hunger Games. According to her father, she came back a completely different woman than how she left, returning traumatized; a complete shell of the woman she used to be. Ferro grew up without her mother, and instead under the watchful, disdainful eyes of her father, who seemed to take pleasure in controlling her every move. If it weren't for Snow and his godforsaken twisted Games she would perhaps learn to know her mother - to talk and understand her like daughter naturally should. That opportunity and relationship was stolen from her before she could even understand what it meant, and she supposed Snow and the Capitol were to thank for such a loss.