Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2]

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 20:59:30 GMT -5

Post by pthalorarity on Aug 17, 2012 20:59:30 GMT -5

For those unfamiliar with the current Embryze plot, at the end of the last Games, Julian made a deal with President Snow. As part of this deal, he spends the year split in half between District Ten and District Two so that he and Mace can be together. Every year from the Victory Tour until the next Games, Julian is required to maintain an exclusive career training academy to condition hopeful tributes to his level of brutality in the arena.

I haven't decided a limit on the amount of trainees yet, I'm waiting to see the level of interest. You are welcome to use an existing a character or creating one solely for this plot. If you're planning to create one though, PM me any questions you might have the make the character relevant. To sign up please post with the following info:

Character name:
Age:
Link to bio:
Preferred weapons/special skills:
Audition: What makes them want to train with Julian, and what qualifies them to do so? Write a small writing sample as if they are auditioning before Julian and a small panel to qualify for the position in the gym. No more than a few paragraphs please.

This is somewhat audition based. While the character doesn't need to specifically go with this plot, I will be selecting based on how well I feel the character would fit within the gym. May the odds be ever in your favor

Last Edit: Aug 17, 2012 21:13:31 GMT -5 by pthalorarity

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 21:07:44 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Aug 17, 2012 21:07:44 GMT -5

WIP

Character name: Ella May Wilson
Age: 18
Link to bio: Here
Preferred weapons/special skills: She likes knives and shiz... she's really good at gymnastics too.too.
Reason for selection: Well, she tells herself that she wants to be the best because she has to be perfect to win the games, etc. She kinda really doesn't want to, but her parents want her to so she convinces herself...

She's "really good" at it too. Super athletic, attractive (that helps), has an attitude that she is better than everyone else. Rich. Able to jump and do flips and dodge stuff well. Lots of quick twitch muscles, hard worker. Perfectionist. Doesn't let herself stop working till she is the best.

Oh, and she's an olympic medalist in All-Around Artistic Gymnastics. The color is still to be determined.

Audition: Obviously happening later, not now... cause... yaknow, I'm tired and in a lot of pain... and watching football.

Last Edit: Aug 17, 2012 21:15:41 GMT -5 by Spesh

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 21:09:42 GMT -5

Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Aug 17, 2012 21:09:42 GMT -5

Character name: Scarlette Bryze
Age: 16

Link to bio: Hurr <3

Preferred weapons/special skills: MANIPULATION, and small blades...oh, and archery. She's also quick because she's a Bryze. lol

Audition:

Scarlette Bryze .

Look at you, look at me.
There's never any us, can't you see
All we can become, we can shine like the sun.

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Main, Speaking, Emphasis

This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She'd been raised next to Julian, thrown into every competition around with him. Why in the hell was there a need for her to audition? The word felt like hot metal on her precious fortress of ice. Like salt in her eyes. It was stupid, no, Ridiculous. It wasn't the only word that expressed how she felt, but it seemed the most appropriate. She wasn't going to jeopardize this opportunity with one of the famous arguments she shared with Julian, so she tried her very best to contain herself. She was good at manipulation, remember? She could fake her way right into victory, she'd done it a thousand times. Running with hurt ankles, shooting with a bad eye, climbing with bad knees, people had no trouble believing what she had to say. It had always been her main weapon, her best instrument of torture, but she couldn't necessarily show them that she had nice manipulation skills.

So, she settled with her favorite weapons. First, she found the archery station, letting the bow string slide threw her fingers as she lifted it from the rack. A spool of arrows were placed beside it, and she hefted them over her back and turned to the targets. Biting her lip, a form of concentration for her, she set her sites on the center of the smallest target, the one on the head of a man-shaped target. Her grip released, and the arrow buried itself perfectly where she'd told it to go. Quickly pulling another arrow onto her string, it found it's home in the chest of the same target. One more arrow was allowed to sail into the target's chest before she found herself at the blades station. No swords. They weren't what she wanted with the blades. Her eyes lit up with excitement as they found the knives. She gripped the pack nearest to her, rolled onto her knee, and threw four of them, back to back. Perfection.

She stood, and turned to Julian, without even a bead of sweat on her forehead. "Happy now?" She sneered. Trying out for the Training Center had put her in a bad mood, or a worse mood, rather. It simply didn't make sense to her, so of course she was going to be bitter. Especially to him. He knew what she could do, and just in case he'd forgotten, she just reminded him. Her eyebrows raised, as if awaiting the response she knew would come, but her mouth decided it didn't want to wait. "Am I good enough to be here now?" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slammed the knives back down on the table, and finding her seat.

Last Edit: Aug 18, 2012 18:17:47 GMT -5 by hesper hart 🐺 d9f

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 21:12:12 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Aug 17, 2012 21:12:12 GMT -5

Character name: Scarlet O'Hare
Age: 16
Link to bio:Here Josh
Preferred weapons/special skills:Knives, Swords, cutlery, Camouflage, Survival, Herbs.
Reason for selection: She loves to train, is a fighter, never takes no for a answer, will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

The reason she wants to train with Julian is cause she saw the way he fought and knows he knows a thing or two about killing and surviving. Also if she was going to go into the game then she would want to be trained by the best and have the skills to survive and bring honor to her district.

Audition:

Scarlet walked into the audition room. It was a big room that had everything from knives to a bow to well absolutley everything. She looked around and saw the victor and a few other professional fighters around him. She had to think about her audition for the gym really carefully. She knew Julian would not take anyone who was not worthy. She walked to the center of the room and introduced herself to the panel.

"Hello I am Scarlet O'Hare. It is a pleasure meet the mighty victor of the 60th games. Also a pleasure seeing you other trainers and fighters."
She moved from the center and headed toward a weapons case that had knives and other swords and sharp objects. She grabbed a knife from the crate and started to stare at it and twiddle it through her fingers at the handle. She could tell there was a little depression in the spine of the blade. She could tell it was not meant for throwing, so she put it back. She grabbed another one with a circle at the end of the handle. She knew this was one of the throwing knives she had seen before. She grabbed two of them and walked toward the dummies.

She looked around at the panel and watched their eyes taking note of them watching her. She thought of what to do to impress them. Throw them or just impale them into her target. No she decied to combine them. She grabbed the first knife by the spine of the blade and threw it at the dummy, then she ran at the target and injected the knife into the lower torso to where it would cause a blood loss. The last knife she used to slice not only the kneck but the shoulder blade where it would be hard to heal in a time to recover.

She left the knives in the target and walked over to the center of the room and stared at Julian and the panel. She spoke only simple words to them. "So What did you think. Could I be taught more or am I not worthy." She waited for her answer from the panel intrigued by their decision and wise words.

Last Edit: Aug 17, 2012 22:14:45 GMT -5 by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale.

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 22:20:24 GMT -5

Post by Danny on Aug 17, 2012 22:20:24 GMT -5

Character name: Nyklus Moalkis
Age: Seventeen
Link to bio: Here.
Preferred weapons/special skills: Nyklus has always been better at close-ranged weapons rather than ones that require distance. Being better at close-combat, Nyklus exceeds with weapons like knifes, swords, and especially spears (he just can't throw them that far).
Audition:
Speaking
Doing
Thinking
Hearing
Other

I think I can do this. I've been training my whole life, and all I have to do is impress the judges - like I used to try to impress girls. wip

Last Edit: Aug 18, 2012 8:35:15 GMT -5 by Danny

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 17, 2012 22:45:13 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Aug 17, 2012 22:45:13 GMT -5

YES PLEASE TO THIS.

Character name: Cricket Antoinette
Age: Sixteen
Link to bio: RIGHT HURRR
Preferred weapons/special skills: Oh man. Wtf. Where do I even start?! Cricket is a one woman circus: A sword swallowing, fire breathing, foot-archery contortionist who is obsessed with the performance aspect. The thing is, she might be a badass to behold... but she dun currrrr about violence if it's not entertaining. This is why she needs a trainer. Death doesn't even make sense to her; the only thing that registers is whether or not the blood is spiraling poetically through the air and if her sword was held at the proper angle to catch the best light for her audience.
Audition:

Light glints through the stage curtain in a thin sliver that separates you from opportunity and you find yourself testing the edge of the shadows in anticipation, holding your hand out until your fingers glow sun-bright white as they cast their own mark upon the floor. However, this kind of impact upon the world is only temporary and you refuse to settle for that. You aspire towards permanence, the will to burn your image across the audience's retinas as strong an impulse as breathing. There's a stutter-stop moment where the world turns to slow motion, dust drifting on invisible currents that weave between your fingers. It could be the same dust you grew up watching, composed of all those movements you memorized until they became your own.

WIP WIP WIP ILY <3

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 18, 2012 0:05:05 GMT -5

Post by charade on Aug 18, 2012 0:05:05 GMT -5

Character name: Shiv Creel
Age: 24
Link to bio: here
Preferred weapons/special skills: Weightlifting, Dietrician, Swordplay, Coach.
Audition:

"Why do you want to be here? You're years older than any potential tribute." Sitting quietly in front of the esteemed managerial panel, which happened to include the famous Julian Bryze, Shiv pondered the question, and the possible ramifications of his answer. It could be considered odd, heck, most people thought he was odd anyway, it couldn't hurt to try for this."I guess you could say I want to give back to the community." It's the only way I can give my all. "You've got my resume; I'm sure most of you can recognize the last name."

"Are you qualified?"

"Hey, I might not be a victor, but my brother made it a good deal farther than any of our tributes in the decade before him."

One of the panel smirked at him. "But...he didn't win."

Adopting a look of mock indignation, he rolled his eyes and let out an irritated sigh."When was the last time our district made it to the finale eh? That's right, you can't recall. I know for a fact he only made it that far thanks to the training my father and I gave him."There were some after that whispers, some papers shuffled back and forth.

"It says here that you father was killed by a peacekeeper." Thanks dad."There aren't many ways left for me to earn my family some honor. I figure if was a good enough trainer to get my brother that far, I could train potential tributes here; maybe get some more of them home." My redemption.The last sentence was said with a pointed look at Julian.

"So you see... I don't want to be here. I need to be here."

*Italic
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Last Edit: Aug 18, 2012 2:03:59 GMT -5 by charade

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 18, 2012 0:38:04 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 0:38:04 GMT -5

Character name: Corinne Brightman
Age: Seventeen
Link to bio: Ignore how much it sucks, it's like my second one.
Preferred weapons/special skills: Throwing knives. Ranged weapons mostly. She's decent with a sword, and a beast at hand-to-hand. Big sister's a Victor and parents put tons of pressure on her, so she's pretty damn good at anything involving combat. She has epilepsy, but shhhh, she doesn't tell anyone that, although she'd probably have to tell Julian at some point. Also has super-bitch powers.
Audition:

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it's getting late and i
cannot seem to find my way home tonight
feels like i am falling down a rabbit hole
falling for forever
wonderfully wandering alone

The blade of the knife is cool and reassuring against the practice-roughened skin of her fingers, the only thing solid in a world of independent variables. Corinne didn't earn the nickname Ice Queen for nothing - she is as cold and unforgiving as winter itself, immovable under pressure and refusing to bow to defeat. Being under the scrutinizing glare of a Victor would cause most others to go out of their mind from the nerves, but it's an every day occurrence for her, and Corinne is willing to lay money on the fact that Julian Bryze isn't half the abominable bitch that Neva is, creepy eyes and sour expression aside. Her free hand floating down to the holster full of knives at her hip, she allows her eyes to drift shut and a single, measured breath to pass her lips before her muscles tense and her arm snaps forward, free hand passing another knife over and the motion repeating itself.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Each blade embeds itself on a red area of the human-shaped target, and Corinne smiles grimly, sending the last knife spiraling into the wooden head where the blade wobbles with an eerie metallic hum from the leftover momentum. "I can do just as well with a bow, or shuriken, or a chakram. Basically, if you can throw it or shoot it, I can kill someone with it." There isn't the slightest touch of arrogance in her voice, only a dull, factual monotone, as if she were reciting the District industries in a kindergarten classroom. "I'm not too shabby in close combat, mostly swordplay but I've dabbled in other things. Highly proficient in mixed martial arts. I've taken down guys with one foot and seventy-five pounds on me down before."

"You're Neva Brightman's little sister?"

"You know any other Brightmans around here?" Again, her deadpanned alto holds no acid, no scorn, even though a dark sort of malice flashes behind her eyes at the mention of her sister. Corinne is a master of neutrality, forever a blank slate in the face of a world that could paint her into anything they wanted. She'll be the first to admit that she'd rather have Julian Bryze color her a champion than have her parents and sister douse her in a stain of iniquity that she'll never be able to wash off.

"I don't need Neva's influence to get me a spot here," Corinne states simply, loping easily over to the target and yanking her knives out one by one. She twirls the final blade between her fingers speculatively for a moment before whipping around and launching it across the room without a moment's hesitation to aim. It sticks in a seam between two wall panels, the overhead light glinting off its reflective surface as she turns around to glare at the panel. "And if you're only going to take me on because of my sister... don't. I'll make my own reputation, thanks. I'm sure you can relate to how much it sucks being expected to fill someone's shoes, Mr. Bryze."

try not to mistake what you have with what you hate
it could leave, it could leave come the morning
celebrate the fight, it's the fall before the climb
shall we sing, shall we sing
till the morning
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Last Edit: Aug 18, 2012 0:55:51 GMT -5 by Deleted

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 20, 2012 8:21:03 GMT -5

Post by [FELL] on Aug 20, 2012 8:21:03 GMT -5

Character name:
Canaan Fray
Age:
Seventeen
Link to bio:
Clickeh
Preferred weapons/special skills:
He’s very, very quick.
He can handle most girls but due to his size against most boys and some girls he’d lose a strength fight, so hand-to-hand is certainly not his strength.
He likes knives, in face he’s very good with knives, both thrown and in close. He can also use a short sword though not extremely effectively (a long sword overbalances this short-ass) and throw a spear fairly well.
He’s not so great with healing or cooking having no patience for either but he likes knots, he ties long complex ones in ropes at home simply to relieve stress and ignore the world.
I don’t know if this is a skill so much but he’s also a sadistic jerkwad arrogant bitch? Does that help? xD
Audition:
Silvery blue eyes moved around the room, taking in the array of weapons available to him. He was here for the same reason every other youth from district two he had seen this morning was here for; to be taken on for training by the victor of the sixtieth annual Hunger Games. The very man who was standing before him. Canaan was not impressed by this so called status; yes, he held the man in high esteem for his capability to rain down death upon his fellows in the arena but here he was not a murderous tribute. Here he was merely a man who Canaan was required to impress.

Swaggering forwards the youth took his time testing knives, selecting one finally, slicing the blade across his tensed arm to ensure its sharpness as it bit neatly into his skin. Smirking to himself he readied his arm, taking careful aim the far wall, knowing how easily his movements, gaze and aim were to track Steady, now Fray, you don’t want to miss. He told himself silently, eyes flicking upwards for a heartbeat before sending the knife flying in the direction his gaze had held for such a tiny amount of time, hitting the overhead light squarely and sending down a shower of sparks. Instantly he turned, snatching a second knife and spinning away, clutching it protectively before him as he hightailed to the opposite side of the room to avoid being burned by the electricity now crackling freely down through the air.

He felt accomplished as he turned again, leaving enough space so as to not be backed into a corner. He enjoyed moving, running left him with a pleasant hum inside his head which lead to a slight feeling of euphoria but none of this reached his face as he watched, impassively, the victor who would decide whether or not he was worth training. The entire time, Canaan had not said a word.

Last Edit: Aug 20, 2012 8:25:50 GMT -5 by [FELL]

.:Canaan Fray of District Two:.

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 20, 2012 12:59:19 GMT -5

Post by heartwood on Aug 20, 2012 12:59:19 GMT -5

Character Name: Jasper Aarden

Age: 16

Link to Bio: Jittery Jasper

Preferred Weapons/Special Skills: Bow and Arrow, Throwing Knives, Hiding

Audition:

Jasper’s recent success at the Olympics has changed the way the inhabitants of District Two view him. Before the Panem Olympcs, he was either relatively unknown or teased by other Careers. His skill and natural talent with a bow have always been overlooked by his seemingly psychotic episodes of panic and fury, his passion for ranged combat completely masked by his inability to wield a sword. He wasn’t as quick or as agile as his sister, but when it came to fighting from the dark there were few who were much better than he was. Jasper’s father had signed both his children up for auditions in the Bryze training facility. With his newfound interest in his peculiar son, papa Aarden wanted nothing more than to see one of his children reaped.

Jasper walked into the gym, sweating profusely as his damp hair fell across the center of his forehead. He took a deep breath, remembering the advice his sister gave him after the Olympics. Just breathe, and remember his face. The image of his father as the target earned Jasper more than just recognition, it earned him a medal. He looked to the panel, Julian Bryze, the latest victor of District Two was front and center, peering at him with a relaxed look on his face that probably should have been less intimidating; but it wasn’t.

Calm was something Jasper never could be; but then again, calm wasn’t what earned him a place on the podium.

Jasper walked to the station, picking out a bow and a few arrows before walking to a firing line a large distance away from a wood and straw target of a person. He raised his bow, loaded an arrow, and fired. Miss. He heard snickers around him, and whether they were actually there or not, it angered him. His fathers face matched that of the dummy, the verbally abusing memories poured into his head. Jasper’ face contorted as he loaded up the next arrow and began roaring in anger. He had forgotten his place, his vision went black, and when he reached for an arrow only to see there were no more left, he focused back in on his target. Two arrows firmly where the eye sockets would be, one in the heart, and one in a private area which no man could ever imagine greater pain. He turned his head to the panel, nodding as if nothing had happened, and soon made his way back to his seat to watch his sister.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Last Edit: Aug 20, 2012 12:59:57 GMT -5 by heartwood

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Aug 23, 2012 22:31:50 GMT -5

Post by roroasu on Aug 23, 2012 22:31:50 GMT -5

Character name: Jade Aarden
Age: 16
Link to bio: Linkie!
Preferred weapons/special skills: Blades, agility, speed, and stealth
Audition:

Does, Thinks, Says, Hears

Jade watched, stunned as her brother fired off several shots in quick succession. Torn between obeying the rules to stay clear of his audition and her need to calm him during an episode, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bench, crouched as far as it would allow into a runner's position. Before she could move though, his anger dissipated and he nodded to the panel, moving back to where she was seated. As he sat down, she heard her name being called.

"Jade Aarden! Front and center!" Pushing her brother to the back of her mind and plastering on a confident smile, Jade strode to the middle of the room. She refused to grovel like the previous Careers. Or be indignant. That was their bit. Hers was respectful confidence. "What exactly qualifies you to train here?" Jade hadn't seen which of the panel asked it. So she put her hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, addressing the whole panel in a clear, even voice. "Well, sir, my brother and I have been training as Careers for about as long as we can remember. But there's only so much one can teach about the Games if they haven't lived through them." Her smile grew wider as she flicked her ponytail back over her shoulder. "And as you know, we both represented District Two proudly in the recent Olympic Games, securing several medals between us." That seemed to get their attention, as papers and folders were rifled through. "Very well. What have you got to show us?'

Jade nodded and took several steps back into room, wrapping her fingers around the handle of a long blade. It was just shy of being a sword, but perfect for her size. She wasn't as strong as others and her aim with ranged weapons left something to be desired. But she didn't like to attack from afar anyway. Jade snapped her head to the side, and took off into a group of dummies that had been set up for target demonstrations. Her fighting style wasn't fancy, no tucks and rolls, no flashy acrobatics. But it was effective, and efficient. With a speed that betrayed when she had done so well in her races, she had rent one dummy across the gut, another from one hip to the opposite shoulder, and a third was now missing an arm. To finish the show, Jade swept the legs out from under the last dummy, plunging the blade into it's neck to force it to the floor. Through it all, her face remained calm, passive, her body never making more sound that was absolutely unavoidable.

As she pulled the blade from the dummy's neck, a bit of hair fell into her face. She quietly replaced the knife on the table, and nodded to the panel. "That's what I have to show you. I hope it's what you were looking for." With that, Jade walked back to her brother, brushing her hair back with a small grin.

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Sept 2, 2012 16:47:25 GMT -5

Post by Envy on Sept 2, 2012 16:47:25 GMT -5

Character name: Zeta Martin

Age: 15

Link to bio: TBA

Face Claim: Lottie Moss

Preferred weapons/special skills: Axes, (Deafness, Lip Reading)

Audition:

Everything she says will be in sign-language. It's a burden she has had to deal with her entire life. A translator will be letting Julian and the panel know what she is saying.

Begin Translation:

"She says that being imbalanced because of her disability has troubled her almost her entire life. That because of this curse she was never able to do normal activities like other children and that has enraged her. She began to wander out of the house on a daily basis after the age of 10. Both of her parents work so that she doesn't have to take out tessera but a couple of years ago she took it out to spite her parents for letting her be born into such a terrible world. They still believe that Zeta is their blessing in disguise although she never can see how a "useless" child that cannot work can be called a blessing. On her trips she would often waltz to the district square and see many of the careers training but she never remembers seeing Julian there and she felt that one of his biggest advantages was training alone with his parents, something she envied more than anything in the world was having parents who tried to interact with you, even if it was not your choice having them do so."

End Translation

I walked over to the stand with the axes and remembered what I had seen some of the careers in district square do with these weapons. I tried my best to show the panel the strength and rage I had been saving for this moment. My entire life is silent. I have no past and no future without this academy, I would surely die in the bloodbath without the help of these teachers along with the fiercest victor within the past decade. Slicing off some dummy's arm isn't going to be enough. Tossing around one of the smaller axes I whirl it towards a cargo net nearby and magically every strand breaks and the net sails down from the obstacle course. They are shocked, I am stoked. I couldn't have done something like that in a million years back home, but now it happened with ease, I didn't fall over after throwing either, a feat I hadn't achieved my entire life. This only happened for one reason in my mind, I was meant to be here.

Begin Translation:

"Thank you for letting me show you some of the capabilities I have. I feel with your guidance I can be trained into a ruthless weapon just like you Julian. I know what you guys think of me because I can also read lips, giving me a score isn't exactly valuable at this point but it's nice to already know that you think I have potential to be great. I got lucky, I don't usually show this type of expertise, I don't handle weapons often and when I do I generally either hurt myself or the people around me unintentionally. What I do know is that the abilities I showed you today didn't happen by chance. The opportunity to come here, my newfound abilities and the fact that all this is happening while I am a scrawny blind girl is a miracle. I believe that I was destined to attend this academy."

End Translation

Last Edit: Sept 3, 2012 12:32:49 GMT -5 by Envy

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Sept 3, 2012 15:31:05 GMT -5

Post by fomerly known as [tennis] on Sept 3, 2012 15:31:05 GMT -5

Character Name: Victoria Jones

Age: 16

Link to Bio:

Preferred Weapons/Skills: Knives/Shortswords (not throwing knives). Also any kind of unarmed combat. Her special skills are speed and endurance, along with cunning and lack of remorse for pain she inflicts.

Audition:

"VICTORIA JONES, NEXT." came over the intercom as she took her place next to the door to the audition room. She had no clue what to expect. She knew Julian would be inside, maybe even other victors as well. For all she knew she could meet Klaus. Or Topaz. She had never met a victor before. Often she wondered if they were the same as they were portrayed on the television. She actually felt a little bit of butterflies, a feeling Victoria rarely had. However, as quickly as the feeling hit, it went away, because the intercom clicked once more. "VICTORIA JONES, PLEASE ENTER.", it said this time, followed by the name of a fellow Career whom she failed to recognize. It was go time.

As she stepped in to the room, she saw several dummies standing, as well as ropes hanging from the ceiling. There was a structure in the northwest corner designed to really test your climbing abilities. There were first aid stations, as well as several weapons to choose from. The weapons varied greatly, from throwing knives to a large wooden staff directly in the center. Close to the left side, she saw a shortsword, her weapon of choice. She let out a smile toward the shorter figure that was standing directly in the center of the panel, none other than Mr. Julian Bryze himself. "Victoria Jones, sir." , she said boldly and as intimidating as possible as the intercom clicked on one final time. "Yes, Miss Jones. I know. Start whenever you're ready." , the voice which she now knew as Julian Bryze stated. The intercom powered off, followed by a cannon. Under instinct, Victoria takes off sprinting toward the shortsword, sliding low into the pile of weapons, her hand landing right on the sword.

She got up, keeping her head down, and made her way straight to the dummy, and got a perfect three point stab instantly. The dummy fell over, with a hole in each shoulder and one right to the heart. She made her way back to the weapons pile yet again, all the while killing dummies. She grabbed a pack of four throwing knives before jumping on to a rope. As she began to climb, she started swinging the rope side to side before testing her luck with the new throwing knives by attacking a dummy nearly 50 feet away. The first knife hit a dummy right in the eye. The next two missed, however, before she landed the fourth and last right in the back of the last dummy's kneecap.

She swung the rope hard left and jumped, expecting a clean roll on to the mat and a good dismount. However, she landed a bit crooked and twisted her ankle on the roll, all the while letting a grimace escape from her lips. She got up, looking Mr. Bryze. straight in the eyes, and taking a bow, shooting him her trademark smile.

"Thank you, Miss Jones. The rest of this panel and myself will consider you. You may drop the weapons and leave." , Julian said, lacking any vigor. She couldn't help but notice how cold his eyes were. Almost instantly, Victoria turned on a dime, dropped the weapons, and walked out the door, only hoping to gain entry to the most prestigious gym in District Two."

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"I swear to god you give me the sex talk, I'll kill you"

Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Sept 4, 2012 16:48:26 GMT -5

Post by Sage on Sept 4, 2012 16:48:26 GMT -5

Character name:Mason Redwood
Age:17
Link to bio:
Preferred weapons/special skills:Sword and throwing knives
Audition:

Mason Redwood

He breathed slowly as he walked into the most prestigeous gym in the District. Why did I let Victoria drag me along with her he thought to himself as he went over to the sword rack. He picked up a good sized sword that was about medium length and sharp. He liked these sorts of blades because they weren't too big and weren't too small. After a few moments of getting used to it, he was ready to show Julian what he could do.

Taking his place in front of the instructor, he put on his most serious expression and prepared for attack. Swiftly, he chopped off a dummies head, severed the legs of another, and split in half another. He proceeded this by putting the weapon back and going over to the throwing knives. The blade he chose was serated and sharp, perfect for his needs. He flicked his wrist skillfully and the knife whizzed through the air towards a target. It hit the target dead center and he grinned his cocky grin.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he began to wrestle with one of the assisstants. He easily pinned the large man to the ground and let him up after a moment. "Alright, thank you Mr.Redwood, I've seen enough, you can go" Julians cold voice rang out. He nodded and left the gym, hoping that he would be able to come back soon.

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Julian Bryze's Training Facility [District 2] Sept 4, 2012 18:18:04 GMT -5

Post by pthalorarity on Sept 4, 2012 18:18:04 GMT -5

Alright, here is the official list for the new elite seminar to train with Julian Bryze! The Bryze gym is run year round by Serge, Julian's father who is also a Victor and is open to more than just the list below. This list contains the select view who are under a special intensive with Julian himself that lasts from the six month period between the Victory Tour and the Reaping each year.

Gym Assistant
Shiv Creel [Charade]

Mentees
Nyklus Moalkis [Danny]
Cricket Antoinette [Lalia]
Corinne Brightman [South]
Jade Aarden [roroasu]
Zeta Martin [Envy]
Mason Redwood [Ani]

Congrats to those on board! The decision was based largely on what Julian's reaction would be to the character and how they would interact with him. A thread will go up tonight or tomorrow in District Two for the plot to begin. Feel free to PM me with any thoughts you might have for the gym as it goes on. For those who did not make it this time, don't fret! This gym will be ongoing and will accept new members over time =).