gloria devereux || capitol || cb || fin

You were feared, once.

In the first decades after the dark days, President Snow went through a multitude of Gamemakers, people he gifted with power second only to himself to put in charge of the nation's greatest event of entertainment. Some were one shot wonders, showing great potential but choosing to hang up their boots at the end of a single Games. Some were complete and utter failures, producing a Games of such horrible quality that they lost their jobs, their power, and, in some cases, their lives.

And then there were Gamemakers like you, lacking in quantity but making up for it in quality.

For two decades, you were one of the most powerful women in the Capitol. You might not have been the most creative of Gamemakers, but you were devious enough to counterbalance that. You relished in countering the unpredictability of the human mind in distress with your own wit and intellect, and Gamemaking was both a hobby and a job, until one day, Snow decided that your time was up, much to your disappointment.

Retirement is a pastime that you have learned to enjoy through a multitude of jobs and hobbies since, but nothing has ever excited and challenged you quite like the thrill that was Gamemaking. At nearly eighty years old, you have lost much of your looks and your physical strength, but you mind is as sharp as ever and your will has only strengthened with decades of practice.

If the dear old president decides that none of the new talent he is trying is up to standards, then that would interest you even more.

For while the world may have forgotten your name, he has not. And there is nothing more you would like to do than return to your favorite seat of power.