amethyst starfyre thirty years old female capitol/gamemaker rebel wilson snarky and sarcastic, usually carefree but can get deadly serious sometimes, enjoys mental challenges and the unique orphan adopted by celebs, raised by avoxes, reborn as starfyre resub, original can be found here
Full Name: Amethyst Starfyre (formerly Amethyst Chrysolite) Age: Thirty years old Gender: Female Current Occupation: Gamemaker Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Hazel Biography: Her origins are shrouded in mystery, but reports state that Amethyst was confirmed to be an orphan at age four. She lived in Safe Refuge Orphanage for approximately six months, before one Beryl and Sterling Chrysolite officially adopted her. The first year after her adoption was filled with parties and filming galore as, for a brief period, she became the spotlight for the Chrysolite's reality television show, before she largely disappeared from the public eye the year after. There are varying accounts on what happened to her after that, but the most popular theory states that she was raised by the many avoxes that the Chrysolites had accumulated over the years and came to regard them as parents instead of Mr. and Mrs. Chrysolite.
Amethyst would graduate from high school at seventeen, skipping a year in the process, and ended up leaving the Chrysolite mansion in favor of a modest apartment within days after receiving her diploma. She received a Bachelor's Degree from Coriolanus Snow University at twenty one and a Master's at twenty five, before receiving her first profession as an assistant to a minor Gamemaker at twenty six during the year of the Seventy Second Hunger Games.
Ms. Chrysolite proved to be a natural at her position, succeeding her predecessor less than a year after his untimely demise by hellcat, and is reported to be the designer of the current breed of the feline beast, which to this day has killed three separate tributes in two years, including a Career. She quickly rose through the ranks, becoming the junior Gamemaker to her longtime friend Capricious King during the Seventy Fourth Hunger Games before finally receiving the promotion to the rank of Head Gamemaker for the Seventy Sixth Hunger Games. It was said that within twenty four hours of receiving the notice informing her of her promotion, she submitted a formal request to change her surname, and within a week, she was no longer Amethyst Chrysolite but Amethyst Starfyre. Details as to why she changed her name are sketchy, but initial reports state that it was intended as a symbolical severing of the bonds between her and her adoptive parents, a relationship that contained little love throughout the twenty five years that it existed.
As Ms. Starfyre is one of the few Gamemakers to declare no single area of expertise, instead calling herself a "jack-of-all-trades, master of none", her tenure will be one anticipated by both her peers and the general public alike.
Four years later, and her dream was to be realized at last.
The crisp white envelope had been a surprise, initially - she had had no inclination, not from Capri, not from anyone, as to how the selection process was decided upon and the information conveyed - but the cold flash of emotion had dissipated quickly, replaced by the hottest, burning joy that she had felt ever since she had first signed on as the assistant to the late Mr. Pepperdine.
She was going to be a freaking Gamemaker.
A reaction came in many stages, and as surprise had melted into joy, she read the letter sealed within once, twice, thrice, eyes lingering on the words Amethyst, Head Gamemaker, and Signed, President Coriolanus Snow with each reread.
Then the joy had reached a fever pitch, and with a loud cry of triumph she had grabbed the nearest Avox and had promptly crushed them in a smothering hug.
She'd left the Avox gasping for breath as she practically skipped to the living room, reread number four taking place as her mind scrambled to decide which priority was most important.
The initial decision came shortly after reread number five, as one hand reached out and snatched her phone.
Oh, just wait till Capri hears about this!
The chances of her best friend already knowing the results were slim to none - the only way she would have received the news was if she too had been chosen, and there hadn't been a Gamemaker that had taken the reigns of a Games less than three years after their last stint since before Dom Copperview had taken reign of the Quell that would ultimately bring Julian Bryze home.
She'd still been a teenager then, young and naive whose dreams for glory were just that - dreams, nothing more, nothing less.
Now, she was one of the most powerful, most influential, most prestigious women in all of Panem.
She was halfway through constructing the text when she paused.
Wait a minute.
If Capri did already know, then texting her would be pointless.
And if she didn't...
A grin slowly crept up her face.
Oh, this is gonna be great.
Already, she could imagine the look on her friend's face when the news was announced, for there was as much rivalry as there was genuine admiration in their relationship, and the fact that she had one (and a half, technically) Games to her name already and that she herself had zero had always been a topic of light roasting for her.
The grin turned into a smirk. Not anymore.
Within seconds the text was erased. Capri would find out the same way that she had found out - and it would be glorious.
Reread number six happened shortly thereafter, and it was then that she noticed that there was something that she didn't like about the carefully crafted penmanship.
Reread number seven began with "To Amethyst Chrysolite," and she understood.
The grin melted off her face and was replaced with a look of grim determination, and within moments she was at her computer, typing away.
Four hours later, she stood in front of the Gamemaker Headquarters a new woman.
Even now, the information was struggling to completely sink in.
Ripred, I'm going to be a fucking Head Gamemaker.
But one would have not known that just by looking at her. Dressed in her favorite purple sleeveless dress and sporting a pair of new sunglasses on her face, her clothing and her posture screamed confidence at anyone who happened to give her more than a second glance.
She'd need it too, especially when it came time to meet her co-worker (or co-workers; the President had seemed to have enjoyed the new trend of creating groups of threes to work on Games as of late). First impressions were key, and though she she knew most of her co-workers by sight and almost as many personally, asserting herself as someone who would accept nothing less than working on their project as equals from the beginning was key.
Her mind briefly wandered to who might join her in undertaking this task. Would it be one of the twin prodigies from her first year? The enigmatic, technically precise Hazel Dalgaard? The mutt designer that specialized in pink lions? Someone else entirely that she would barely know?
There was only one way to find out.
But when she stepped inside this building for the umpteenth time, one thing had to be certain: This would not be the same person who had been working in the business for nearly half of a decade.
This would not be Assistant Amethyst, who had long since faded away to memory. This would not be Junior Gamemaker Amethyst Chrysolite, protegee of Capricious King.
No, this time, it would be as as Head Gamemaker Amethyst Starfyre, one of the masterminds behind the glorious spectacle that would be the Seventy Sixth Annual Hunger Games.
Armed with wits, charm, and a confident smile on her lips, she stepped forward.