Dr. Valentine Riddler III // C // [FIN]

Dr. Valentine Riddler III // C // [FIN] Aug 16, 2014 23:06:10 GMT -5

Post by arx on Aug 16, 2014 23:06:10 GMT -5

Dr. Valentine Riddler III

There is a certain art to being wealthy, a certain creativity that you must pick up or risk becoming bored with your life. Lucky for me, I have learned how to use my money. There is always the sponsoring of tributes - petty things that every Capitolite enjoys - which is always enjoyable. There is the betting, the poker games, the fashion design, the glorious parties, the tasteful food at the parties, formal dinners, blahblahblah - none of it is all that original anymore.

I was born and raised at these parties, formal dinners, poker tables, and Hunger Games Ceremonies and though each has its own special flare, they are all generally the same. You drink, you laugh, you throw money around, you go home,and repeat. (And let's not forget styling my hair different to every event, making sure I don't wear the same outfit twice, and wearing the most expensive cologne money can buy - all very tedious, all since I was born.) Now don't get me wrong, of course I enjoy it. But I am always looking for something new. Something original. Something extravagant, ingenious, profitable, and above all - enjoyable. Because what is life without thrill?

I'm often asked why I don't become a Gamemaker considering I meet most of the credentials and I have a considerably creative mind and all I can say is this: "I love the tributes far too much." I fall very deeply in love with the children on screen, so much so that I would never allow them to die. What they think, what they do, what they look like, how they react. The breakdowns, the triumphs, the tribulations, the losses, the betrayals - I would call it an addiction. I often find myself writing stories about them, tributes from years and years ago. I just can't help myself - especially with those who make a very ... intimate impression on me. (And don't you dare ask me who my favorite is. Such an unfair question, like asking which of my kids is my favorite.)

That's when I heard about The Society. Now I often talk ill of it, but I must admit it is only because I am very much jealous that I did not come up with the idea in the first place. When this first reached my ears I was ecstatic, I didn't sleep for days, stayed up all day and all night long sketching and planning and discussing with the surgeon and fellow members on just what I wanted; I even tried to interview Avoxes, looking for the perfect personality. Clearly that didn't go well, but I had been so elated I had forgotten that they, indeed, lacked tongues. Unfortunate really. I hadn't realized until that very silly moment that my tribute look-a-like would not be speaking with me.

Which is a bit odd considering I handle all Avox transactions and relations. That's my job. Distributing and Avoxing. Yes, my Doctorate revolved specifically around the removal of tongues and then placing an Avox in a position in which they will not only be most useful, but most compliant. (Though I will admit I receive most of them completely broken before the procedure.) I wouldn't call it all that flattering a job, but it brings in the money and their will always be little criminals running around in the Districts who must be condemned for their actions.

But now that I have joined The Society, my love of Avoxes has taken a turn. They not only provide me a job and a surplus of money, they allow me to have a bit of fun. Thinking about it just makes me grin widely at myself in the mirror each morning as I trim beard, gel my hair, straighten my tie - How could my life possibly get any better?