Innocent FitzTucker // [Peacekeeper]

The Privileged Child : Is there any other way to lead life in the Capitol, other than the life of privilege? Innocent came into their world with a silver spoon in his mouth. His mother, Edelweiss Harbough, served on the board on the official Panem Bank. His father for all intents and purposes was the celebrity chef Alastair Aurelian. While other children may have been wondered about their birth father, Innocent found no fault at all with Alastair. Not even the lack of a marriage certificate. As was the fashion at the time, Edelweiss dabbled in many relationships. Though she has been with Alastair for the last twenty-odd years, they have never formally married. He brought with him four other children from two different unions: Augustin (41), Ander (38), Adora (37), Anais (32).

There are no ugly ducklings to be found in the Aurelian household. Even as a toddler, Fitz won over people with his deep blue eyes and shock of blonde hair. It's little wonder that he developed a healthy ego. By the time his round child's body leaned out in his teenage years, he was already well versed in getting what he wanted, but that a girl's phone number or an advance on his allowance.

If anything, Fitz indulged a bit too liberally in all of the modifications the Capitol had to offer. He died his hair so frequently that it began to thin, and his skin has taken on a permanent orange undercast. That's part of the Capitolite trap, though: the more work you have done, the more you have to do. When he was a part of the rat race, he eagerly anticipated the next season of fashion.

Now, as a Peacekeeper, he does his best to downplay the orange by applying foundation liberally and avoids the fashion magazines. They would only tempt him to spend the scant amount of money he makes on beautiful, superfluous things. There are some natural benefits; the training has leaned him out without surgery, angling his face and widening his eyes. But it's nothing compared to the true beauty he know he could be, with just a few slices of a knife.



The Gambler : Before, Fitz was among the wealthiest of the Capitolite's young elite. He came from wealth, true, but he made an ocean out of a pond via betting. Part of the trick of betting is convince others to ride the wave with you. At first, the bookies ignored him, charging obscene cuts because they could. But then, Fitz lost often and brought business. He convinced his friends, his family, his network to pour their excess riches into the Games. It was his tongue, more than his coin purse, that made him a valuable bettor.

And he didn't always bet on the victor. He played the longer bets, correctly identifying when tributes would die and in what order. It was uncanny. It was as though he had a Gamemaker insider. He wasn't quiet about it. When Savannah Carrey or Avon Lightwood or Klaus Goravich survived another fight, he'd double down. Just to prove that he could. And then Klaus won.

He was rich beyond imagination. Bathing in caviar wealthy. All because he had backed a girl who wanted nothing to do with the Capitol. He didn't bet on the rebels because they hated the Capitol. He bet on them because it was fun to tip his beer at the Peacekeepers, to smirk at President Snow from across the room. I've taken the money of your doting Capitolites just to prove I can.



The Peaceekeeper & Avox Tamer : When the punishment came, it came swiftly. One night he went to bed in a drunken stupor, and the next morning he found himself with a blistering hangover, on board a train heading to District Two. He was told very little, kept in his train cabin, and then promptly turned over to the Peacekeeper Training camp. Avox Tamer isn't a job any Capitolite would take voluntarily but how many positions are filled voluntarily? He was given a choice, like the very avoxes under his care: become a gladiator, or keep them going for as long as you can. It wasn't a choice. He wasn't a fighter, and he needed his tongue.

At the Training Center, he learned how to patch up combat wounds. He also learned how the other 99% live. To discover the stress, the terror, of living paycheck to paycheck: that was more an education than the daily martial arts and first aid. He spent two years at the Training Center in Two, being broken and remade.

After, he was sent to a Capitolite brothel to learn about everything else.

At the age of twenty-five, Fitz was placed in the Avox Tamer position. While most of the other Capitolites busy themselves with the care and maintenance of the facilities and animals, Fitz is in charge of the avoxes. The Capitol doesn't care much for their gladiators, but someone has to keep them alive. It's his job to dole out water and food, patch wounds and offer a little comfort at just the right moment. It's not his favorite part of the job.