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Diomache Rayn

"Most of us are here to die. Some of us are here to win. I know what side I'm on. Do you?"

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a character in “The 25th Hunger Games”, originally authored by AugustArria, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Diomache Persephone Rayn (first name pronounced Dee-oh-mahk)
Nicknames: Dio (by friends), Rayn (used as a stage name of sorts for the Games)
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: April 2nd
District: Four - Fishing

Weapon of choice: Nets and Snares.
Talent: General Survival.
Weaknesses: Dio is perhaps the most agile, cunning competitor in the Games, and she has a formidable knowledge of deadly traps, as well as impressive skill with her barbed nets, but her size leaves her vulnerable to direct confrontation, especially if her quickness has been reduced by injury or fatigue. Also Niles is a weakness of hers, though she won't admit it, even to herself.
Hobbies: Dio used to highly enjoy fishing, swimming, music (listening, mainly. She can't play anything, and has a rather poor singing voice), and playful, physical activities with others. She hasn't done these things for enjoyment in some time.
Likes: Water, wilderness, fish, warm weather, control over others, having purpose.
Dislikes: Feeling unsure of herself, dry areas, the cold, not having a goal, incompetence from others.
Fears: That she made the wrong choices with her life. Sometimes she has trouble believing she ever had choices, but she's vaguely aware that she could have had a different life, if she had only taken it. She fears that the life she refused was worth more than the life she has taken.
Token: Her mother's bandanna, the one she wore during the 5th Hunger Games, where she returned to District Four as Victor. It's a reminder of what awaits her when she defeats her opponents in the arena.

Personality: There was a girl once from District Four that enjoyed swimming and fishing with close friends, that shared laughter and late nights filled with music. She was free-spirited, independent, kind, generous. She enjoyed spending practically every day with Niles, her closest friend. Swimming, fishing, listening to him sing, laughing the daily routine away, living what they both saw as a happy life in District Four, away from the troubles of the less fortunate Panem civilians. Ask that girl what she thought of her life, and she would tell you she was happy.

Ask her now, and she'll tell you that life was empty. Because that girl is gone, buried under a mountain of parental influence and preparation. The Diomache Rayn the world knows today is cold, her blood turned to ice. The persona she was taught has become the persona she owns. It's been perhaps two years since anyone has seen Dio not calm, composed, and downright deadly in appearance. Her eyes seem to bore into you, dissecting your weaknesses, exposing your flaws, while her own exterior remains impenetrable, giving few signs of what is going on in her mind. Her unofficial Career training has done this to her. It hasn't made her arrogant, simply aware of the fact that, physically and mentally, she is far more prepared for the Games than the majority of her competition. Towards those whose strength she respects, she is civil and cooperative, but certainly not friendly. She understands alliances are necessary, and expected of her, but that doesn't mean she has to bond with those she fights with. She'll have to kill them sooner or later, after all.

It isn't entirely clear what her motivations are. She doesn't spout Capitol propaganda like some Career tributes do. In fact, she was quite silent when she volunteered, presenting the calm, cold front she'd become known for as Rayn, the daughter of a previous champion. It appears her goals are largely personal, not for the Capitol or for her district. But the blood of the Games runs through her veins, and everyone knows she's fully prepared to do whatever is necessary to win.

History: An 18 year old girl from District Four emerged as the lone survivor of the 5th Annual Hunger Games. The first champion of that district, she was regarded as somewhat of a heroine upon her return home. She hadn't volunteered, but her intelligence, cunning, deception, and skill with traps and snares allowed her to take down even the most powerful opponents. After her victory tour, she returned home to District Four, married her childhood sweetheart, who was most elated to see her return at all, and a year later, she had a daughter.

Diomache Persephone Rayn was born into as much luxury as a girl from District Four could receive. It was already one of the wealthier districts, and when combined with the riches her mother was rewarded with for surviving the Games, and the young girl wanted for nothing. Perhaps surprisingly, she showed an initial aversion to wealth, preferring to spend her time among the poorer areas of the district, getting her nails dirty, swimming, fishing, and getting to know the children there. This was how she met Niles Bayou. They were both very young upon meeting, but soon found themselves more or less attached at the hip, spending practically every day together. Dio absorbed a good amount of his spirit, and by spending so much time with him, Dio began to develop not as the rich girl who looked down on the others, but as a girl who didn't care about wealth and social statuses, but rather the people around her.

Her father was fine with how she was growing up, having come from the poorer side of Four himself, but her mother had had enough of that life, and had greater visions for her daughter. Quite secretly, Dio's mother began preparing her for when she would enter the Games, and follow in her footsteps, straight to glory. The years lined up so that when Dio was eighteen, it would be the twenty-fifth Hunger Games, the first Quarter Quell. Though the twist had as of yet been unannounced, the actual event being years away, Dio's mother was convinced that by winning the first Quarter Quell, her daughter would achieve greater glory than even she had achieved. Her training began in secret, unbeknownst to anyone, even her father. Dio was resistant to her mother's teaching at first. She'd seen kids die in the Games, and though she knew this was how her mother had found her happiness, she didn't initially want that life for herself. Niles hated the Capitol and the Games. Why should she feel any different?

But incessant repetition from a woman you respect and love has a way of wearing down one's defenses. The timing of Dio's change in attitude proved to be awkward. She was growing into a woman, and Niles was growing into a man. It was only natural for them to begin to see each other differently. But only Niles was willing to express it. His influence on her was not so strong as it had once been. She now knew that attachment such as this could make someone weak, it could ruin their judgment in a pivotal moment of the Games. The difference between life and death. So Dio found herself rejecting Niles, and drifting away from him. She stopped spending time among the poorer districts. She stopped swimming for fun, only for training. She fished so that she might remember how to in the Arena. She learned how to throw nets for purposes of catching boys and girls, not fish, nets sharpened with wicked barbs meant to dig into the skin, making attempts to escape only cause further harm. She becamed deadened to violence. Came to even find some kind of gratification from it. Those that knew her now were in awe of her cold composure, her fearless attitude, her dedication to bringing victory back to District Four. Those that knew her before were saddened by the transformation.

By the time her father truly understood the degree to which his daughter was being changed, it was too late. He was furious with his wife for training Dio for the Games, but Dio's mother took her stand, and refused to change her position now. It caused a schism in the family. Her father didn't know what had become of the woman he had once loved, but she wasn't the same girl anymore. He left, not willing to be a part of his daughter's corruption. Dio let him go. She knew where she was going with her life at this point. At least, she thought she did.

At eighteen, her time had come. A girl was reaped for the 25th Hunger Games, but the actual name doesn't stick in Dio's mind, because it didn't matter. She calmly volunteered once given the chance, to thunderous applause from her district. Careers, as they were becoming known, were not always seen from District Four, but this year it appeared as though the fishing district would have an excellent chance of winning the games. The boy that was reaped, though... well, Dio didn't know what to think. When Niles Bayou's name was called, she wasn't sure what to call the emotion that she felt. But as he joined her on the stage as the second tribute from District Four...

It felt a lot like regret.

Anything else?: In the arena, Dio is skilled with nets and traps, the nets she'll likely fashion barbs to if she has the time. She's also extremely quick and brutally accurate with her knife strikes, so long as she isn't hampered by injury or extreme fatigue. She's somewhat better suited to life in the wild than the tributes from Districts One and Two, but still not so adept with it as the lower ones from districts such as Eleven and Twelve.
Your reaction to being chosen for the Hunger Games: Expression. Dio was stone-faced as ever upon volunteering, showing the cameras, and the other tributes, that she was more than prepared to kill every last one of them. Upon hearing Niles called, though, she couldn't help but react. She hates that he caused her to show something that could be construed as a possible weakness, and has vowed to never let him do that to her again. But subconsciously, she can't help but feel glad that of all people, it's Niles who is beside her in her most important moment.

So begins...

Diomache Rayn's Story

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What is it with these fancy trains? And how the hell are we going this fast without falling backwards?

Let's be honest, Niles was no physics specialists, and to further add to the feeling of uneducated, he was baffled as he stood in the bathroom, staring at all the gizmos and gadgets. For one, there were buttons on the toilet. BUTTONS! And they weren't marked, 'flush, cleanse, whatever else rich people have for an option', either. They were blank, metallic buttons. And sure, okay, his district had tooth brushes, paste, and faucets... But in his slums, you were lucky to have the whole works altogether at one time. He'd known how to use each one, but the problem with these were that they were.. electric? How does one make a toothbrush in to a machine? Wasn't it all about your motion, not it's? When he pressed the button, he literally stared at it until it flung the toothpaste back up his direction - splattering his face and clothing.

Well, I suppose that's why the stylist kept saying to dress last.

Throwing his shirt over his shoulders and using it to wipe the rest off of his face, he entered back in to the bedroom and tossed it on to his bed. Striding over to the wooden dresser, he noted all of the 'dress up' shirts he'd crammed in there were now terribly wrinkled. I think it's safe to assume that I no housekeeper, and I have no idea how to do all this junk. Worst part? He hadn't brought anything else. Hesitantly, he reached for one, slipped it on unbuttoned, and then walked out in to the hallway, calling down the rows of doors,

"Hey! Who's got a spare shirt?" Before anyone could answer him in that direction, he turned around to face the other direction of the corridor, calling out again, "Anyone? Apparently, they've given us killer toothbrushes in this train! Bout as fast as the damn thing, too!"

Spinning back around, that's when he spotted her leaving her assigned room. He choked up a little, but kept his posture relaxed and carefree, just in case someone else came out and tossed him a shirt. He opened his mouth to say something, but she looked like the last person who gave a damn about what might come out of his mouth. Naturally, he settled with a greeting, instead. Nothing formal, nothing personal, just.. Simple and distant, the way she seemed to want things.

"Hey."

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The others were no doubt still a little astounded by the marvel that was the Capitol's technology, but the novelty had long since worn off for Dio. The cameras, and by extension all of Panem, would see that Rayn, the girl from District Four, was the heir to a victor in not only name, but in her composure as well. Her mother had set to her task with a grim determination, twenty years ago. She made allies, formed bonds, swayed others into protecting her, convinced them that she could certainly pull her own weight. And then, in the arena, she took them by storm. No one laid a hand on her for the entirety of the games.

Dio had seen the footage countless times. How she'd made a beeline for the fishing net she saw at the Cornucopia, snagged it, managing to get her hands on a knife as well. Then she'd bolted for the treeline. The tropical forest setting of that year's games had suited her perfectly. She had stalked the jungle, living off the land, mainly a diet of fish and the edible berries. That net saved her life. She caught all her prey with it, in both the animal and human varieties. It had been so hard for the massive boy from Eleven to swing his fists when all tangled up in that.

Of course, Dio knew more tricks than just the net. It was not openly condoned, but of course her mother had trained her. There was no one here that was quicker in a knife fight, lighter on their feet, or as deceptively strong. Her score of eleven with the Gamemakers had proved that. Only one other competitor had scored that high, the boy from District Two, Scipio. Needless to say, she was very interested in meeting him. Their respective strengths would compliment each other very well. Scipio had given away his skill with the mace in his interview. Dio had to say the idea of shadowing someone like him was ideal. He'd draw a good deal of attention. Dio would certainly be willing to watch his back... to a certain extent.

But all that would come later. For now, there was dinner to attend to. As with the other things, Dio was more accustomed to Capitol foods than most. Being the daughter of a previous champion had its advantages, after all. And the train was... well, a train. The one that had taken her to the Capitol from her district was the first she'd ridden on, but still, her mother had prepared her even for this. Occasionally, Dio found herself wishing she were here, as her mentor, but then she reminded herself that this was her time, her chance for glory. Her mother being here would have lessened Dio's achievements.

Her hair had been perfected to a gleaming, shining black, smooth and silky. She didn't worry too much about dressing up; it wasn't as though her outfits were going to intimidate anyone, and her score had done more than enough to speak for her strength. She wasn't here to impress her fellow tributes, she was here to kill them. So she settled on a simple dark blue cotton shirt, a comfortable pair of jeans and... sandals. She wasn't really in the mood to wear shoes today.

Dio didn't really hear the ruckus of her fellow Four yelling outside, or else she probably would have waited longer. But she was a little absorbed in her thoughts as she left her room, and it was only once she'd stepped outside that she noticed him. He gave her a casual 'hey' as she fumbled for the briefest of moments thinking what to do. But nothing needed to be done. He was just another of the tributes. It was stupid that she even had to remind herself of that.

Her face settled into a stony look, not a piercing glare or anything, like the one she'd given him after the interview, when the last question had been about him, and she'd nearly ruined her entire performance. It was indifference, more like. Dio felt that it was important to not show any emotion around him. Or rather, to prevent him from bringing out her emotions, as he was the only one who seemed capable of doing so.

"Niles," was all she gave in greeting, but it was in fact more than he'd given her. Perhaps he was catching on to the fact that she wasn't interested in pretending they were still the childhood friends they had once been, or the teenage lovers they had almost been. That was a different time, and a different girl.

She deftly slid by him, not making any kind of contact with him, before carrying on towards the dining room, a definite sense of purpose in her step. Sooner or later the subject of her interview would come up, she knew. She had practically (and stupidly) offered him a place in the alliance she was planning to create. And Niles would be a fool to pass that up, for any reason. She was an incredibly strong competitor and a useful ally and, well... if he was planning to get close enough to her to try and develop something these last nine months, that would be the way to do it. But she wouldn't let him in.

She couldn't.