Announcements: Initiative: Promoting Forum Roleplay » Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Satire & Comedy » Platonic numbers » No complaints (a little bit of rappin) » Any multi-player roleplay videogamers here? » Needing a woman's perspective on a concept » Gluts and Gaps » Universal Basic Income » Impending Pursuit Q&A » Eudaimonia » Loot! » Natural Kinds » I have a funny idea » Life in the 21st century. » Song of the Runes » Plato’s Beard » Clues » Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation »

Players Wanted: Kingdom come looking for roleplayers » The Last Dragon! » Roleplay Return for 1 x 1 » Players wanted for a science fiction adventure. » Players needed for Fantasy Romance reboot » One(1) male & Two(2) Female Roles OPEN <3 » Talmora: Kingdom of magic » Looking For A New Partner » Hellboy characters » 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted »

0
followers
follow

Ethan W. Grey

District 6 tribute

0 · 225 views · located in Panem Arena

a character in “The Hunger Games-esque”, as played by mistsong99

Description

.:Ethan Grey:.

Full Name:
Ethan Wilson Grey
Nickname:
Sparks
Age:
17
District:
6 (transportation)

Image
~{~When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves~}~


Hair Color and Style:
Dark mahogany color cropped short but almost always wildly unkempt
Eye Color:
A deep Steel Grey (his whole family has grey eyes ranging from light blue grey to Ethan's own steel color)
Build:
Medium

Personality:
Ethan is deeply concerned about his relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large thus the idea of the Hunger Games greatly distresses him. He is , in fact, sometimes mistaken as an extrovert because he appears so outgoing and is so genuinely interested in people. On the contrary, Ethan is a true introvert, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among his long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon him by others, at intervals Ethan will suddenly withdraw into himself, sometimes shutting out even his closest companions. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for him, providing both time to rebuild his depleted resources and as a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which he is so susceptible as an inherent "giver." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of Ethan's enigmatic character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood. Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around him, Ethan may well have the clearest insights into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, is his empathic abilities , which seem to be especially heightened.

Fighting skills/experience: play wrestling with his brothers, basic knife handling. minimal true combat training. perhaps could use blunt force as a weapon
Survival skills/experience: can make fire, has excellent sense of direction (his father taught him the basics of navigating by the stars, can swim
Strengths:
Fast runner ( fast enough to jump on and off of some of the moving trains from his district)
physically strong (able to cling to the bottoms of moving trains for long periods of time to repair broken cables or parts if necessary)
Mentally strong( in times of crisis able to compartmentalize his feelings so that he can deal with the task at hand)
In their free time he and his brothers would try to confuse each other by learning to throw their voices and hide from one another in the cargo train fields.
Weaknesses:
compassion (i.e. difficulty killing, must feel that his own death is imminent to be able to, I.e killing in self defense)
fear of fire
weak ankles



History: Ethan has 3 younger brothers; His youngest, age twelve was chosen for the games. At his father's insistent gaze he was compelled to take his brothers place in the games and he volunteered

Likes:
beef jerky
Dried cranberries
kindness
hunting
par-core
forests
Rivers

Dislikes:
the hunger games
the careers( exceptions could potentially be made)

Fears:
Fire
dying
being buried alive

So begins...

Ethan W. Grey's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

...3....2.....1.....BONG
Ethan's eyes widened as the final seconds passed, he couldn't believe he was here; in this arena, on this tribute pedestal.
His mind was still in the dazed fog that had settled on him after the first 15 seconds were counted down, during the seconds he had begun weighing his options subconsciously. he knew he would not survive if he did not have a blade, a sharp edge.
The two options presented themselves, go left or go right.
His hesitation had left the left path quite sparse with weapons and there were many more tributes moving toward the center of the ring and Ethan could see the bloodbath beginning.
Right.
The decision rang clear in his mind through the strange fog.
The air was heavy and hard to breath but the tension in his muscles pushed him forward.
In a matter of moments he was running full tilt, his path arching between fighting tributes and flying weapons.
He slowed ever so slightly as he passed the hatchets, with sinewy outstretched arm he plucked the top hatchet from the pile.
Straitening back into a running stance he increased his speed as he made a b-line for the holstered set of 3 knives.

The boy from district 8 was wrestling with the boy from 7 with the clear intention that the victor would have the knife set.
Ethan had to slow nearly to a halt to collect the knives and in that brief moments pause, the two wrestling boys noticed him.
They lunged at him in unison, blood-lust and terror clear in both their eyes.
Ethan launched himself back and away from the two boys, but one of them caught hold of his ankle throwing him off balance and sending him to the ground.
He did not lose his grip on the knife holster still clutched tightly in one hand "THOSE ARE MINE!" the boy screamed.
With reflexive movement Ethan swung the hatchet in his left hand at the wrist holding him.

The sickening sound of taring flesh met his ears as he heard one of the two boys scream in agony as the hand was removed.
Pushing back and away from the two Ethan jumped up and took off towards the woods, the adrenaline coursing through his veins allowing him to ignore the pain from his ankle and the horror of what he had done.

The noise from.. the noise from the "killing field" as he would from now on call it began to dim as he put more and more trees and distance between himself and the scene.
The farther away he got the more painful the strain in his ankle became, wincing once or twice he pushed the pain down and pressed on wards at a brisk pace.
Suddenly he heard a branch crack before him as something moved in the woods.
He froze.
“Who’s there!” came the challenge the voice high and child-like and shaking with terror.
He must have been making more noise than he thought, frustrated with himself for his carelessness.
Moving ever so slowly and quietly he moved closer to the sound of the voice, both afraid and yet curious as to whether or not this would be a possible ally.
There was both danger and safety in numbers.
Strapping the knife holster to his belt and partially concealing it with his coat he prepared to make contact, bloody hatchet still in hand.
Remembering the trick he had learned with his brothers in the cargo fields back home he threw his voice "Hello? I don't want to fight."
They were wasting precious time, he needed to get to the mines before the careers did, otherwise it would be a death trap for sure.
He was still concealed, waiting for the girl to make the next move.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston Character Portrait: Rhiannon Vana
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sorry, never saw the OOC post saying not post a second time. D: My post is saved somewhere else so I'll just copy and paste it once everyone else has had a chance.! Oh, and Cateline you should probably do the same haha, that makes it much less complicated.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston Character Portrait: Rhiannon Vana
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sorry OOC came up after I posted, I was short anyways wasn't very happy with it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Cateline stood frozen in fear. She knew someone was out here, she just knew it. She gripped the knife a bit harder and couldn’t help but think this may be it. The person had not responded yet, they may just attack. There was a possibility she won’t even know who her killer is because the killer would sneak up behind her and kill her.

She tried to plan out what she would do if someone attacked her. She would stab them, if they didn’t get her first. She would likely be over powered though, she wasn’t very big.

"Hello? I don't want to fight." She heard a male voice say. She was glad they didn’t want to fight, she even loosened her grip a bit but she would still be ready to kill. She said, “Neither do I,” this time her voice sounded less scared it even had a hint of relief in it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Hello? I don't want to fight."
Ethan heard a branch snap off in the distance.
Something or someone else was out there.
Without thought his body dropped from fully erect standing to a crouch silently, the hatchet still in his hand resting softly on the ground before him.
Coincidentally, dropping vantage points allowed him to see below the foliage that was concealing him, and gave him a clear view of the slight girl standing frozen in the tiny clearing, knife clutched in her fingertips ready to be launched.
He swallowed hard, knowing he needed her as an ally but also knowing that he would be taking a great risk in confronting her.
A moment later she responded to his words “Neither do I,” her voice was quieter sounding a little less scared and, he thought he might have heard a bit of relief in the response as well.
He watched the tension in the girls shoulders ease ever so slightly, and, still wrestling with his own fear he decided to take the risk.
"my name is Ethan" he said.
Using the audio dynamics of the small piece of forest he threw his voice, much in the same way he had before, making it difficult to pinpoint which direction his voice was coming from.
He watched as she turned circles trying to locate him.
While she was facing the other direction he found a break in the foliage and made his way though, still crouched low and placing a tree trunk between his back and the rest of the forest.
He suspected he looked like some feral animal, scared of being out in the open, but there was no safety in this situation, she could turn on him in a second and it was better to be overly cautious than overly bold.
He placed his hand with the hatchet on the damp ground before him, as before, and placed his other hand on the knife holster at his hip keeping his shoulder forward and his chest turned slightly away.
In the back of Ethan's mind he knew they had little time left to be out of shelter, the sky was quickly growing darker and he just knew, this swampy forest would not be friendly at night.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"my name is Ethan" She heard him say. She still wasn't sure where he was though, and she couldn't pin point his voice. She circled around a few times, then heard someone walk up from behind her. She quickly whipped around. Her eyes immediately landed on the hatchet. It has blood on it, Cateline hadn't even hurt anyone so far that made her wonder what he did.

Fear crept over her again but she just pushed it away and tried to make her voice sound normal, "I'm Cat." She didn't know what else to say, she was just letting her mind wonder. 'Is he going to hurt me?' she though over and over again. Now she was truly terrified. She has the urge to run but she didn't.

Finally she had calmed herself down enough to say, "Where are you headed?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ethan watched the girls eyes pour over him as she turned to see his crouched form.
Her gaze fell to the bloody hatchet on the ground, and Ethan watched as she seemed to visibly recoil from the thought of what had happened.
"I'm Cat."
she spoke, her voice trembling ever so slightly, there was a short pause and then she continued, "Where are you headed?"
Ethan thought on this for a moment as he rose ever so slightly from his crouch, his hand still on the knife holster at his hip.
He watched warily as he saw the girls dagger begin to lower.
Finally straitening fully to his 5'11" height he said, "well, I guess we'll need to find shelter, the shadows grow long" he paused thinking again.
In this moment he realized that he had neglected to wipe the blood from the blade of the hatchet and with quick precise movements he proceeded to run the sides across his dark pant leg.
" and then" he continued "I suppose, as soon as the light returns it would make logical sense to try and find the entrances to the mines...." he trailed off realizing his voice had grown too loud.
Gently he pulled one of the small throwing daggers from the sheath at his hip, concealing it within his large hand and in the next moment he placed the hatchet through a loop on his belt.
"The mines are sure to be a dangerous trap if the careers get there before us" he said continuing in a much softer voice.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"well, I guess we'll need to find shelter, the shadows grow long" He told her and Cat nodded in agreement. She saw him wipe the blood on his pant leg and couldn't help but wonder who's it was but didn't ask. She knew one thing for sure, she would try her hardest not to kill anyone unless she was forced too.

"The mines are sure to be a dangerous trap if the careers get there before us" His voice had became loud then he lowed his voice. Cat was just about to tell him to lower his voice too, so they wouldn't be hurt.

"us' she ecoed in a low voice. She has never agreed to that but whatever. She lowered her knife and bit but still held it pretty tightly. "Your right, now how do you think where going to find shelter," she asked.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ethan W. Grey Character Portrait: Cateline Williston
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ethan heard the mistrust and skepticism in the girls voice as she echoed his "us" in a low voice.
Moments later he saw her lower her knife slightly, not quite relaxed but seemingly ready to accept the alliance.
"Your right, now how do you think we're going to find shelter," she asked.
Ethan took a moment to really look around the area, this seemed to be a relatively young forest, with many trees barely larger than saplings, certainly not good for climbing. Just beyond the clearing however, there was a stand of larger more mature trees, the lowest branches of which, were high but not so high that they couldn't be climbed.
This patch of forest was damp but it seemed to be at a slightly higher level than the rest of the strange swampy arena. The woods smelled of decaying plant matter and brakish water, and even though the sun had nearly disapeared beyond the horizon the air was more hot and humid than even the highest heat of mid summer in district 6.
A plan began to form in his head, with swift decisive action he stowed the knife that he had concealed in his right palm and pulled the hatchet back out of his belt loop, keeping a wary eye on the girl he moved swiftly across the clearing to three 2 inch thick saplings.
Grasping the tree just above where he was going to cut he made quick work of chopping down the small trees.
"See that stand of mature trees over there?" he said in a low but serious voice pointing to the stand of mature trees off in the distance,
"If we can get these up into the canopy" he said glancing down at the cut trees before him,
"we can build a safe-ish platform that we can both rest on comfortably".
Ethan moved over to the mature trees, dragging the cut saplings. Leaning the trees on one side of the tree he reached up for the lowest branch, using the strength he had acquired from helping his father on the trains in his district he pulled his body weight up onto the branch and into the tree.
Moving up into a more stable part of the tree he hooked his legs around one of the branches and leaned his upper half down toward the ground, hand outstretched to help Cat into the tree.
Suddenly, just beyond the clearing where they had been moments earlier the leaves began to tremble and he heard distinctly, the sound of many small feet running.
A small black-furred animal lept through the cover at the edge of the clearing moving very quickly followed by not one, or two more, but dozens upon dozens poured through the cover, all running mindlessly en mass away from something.
Not knowing what they were, or, what they were running from made Ethan extremely agitated.
With swift movement and without consent he snaked his arms through Cat's armpits and lifted her into the tree.
He was, momentarily surprised by how light she was, she couldn't have weighed more than the heavy mechanical toolkits the grease monkeys on the older trains in his district through around on an hourly basis.
Quickly Ethan swung his upper torso down towards the ground again, and pulled the three saplings up into the tree with them.
As the mass of black furred animals grew closer he began to see distinguishing features; long rope tails, long front snouts with beady black eyes,
"Rats!?" he said in a strangled whisper as the first began to move past thier perch.
Without a second thought he nestled himself into a crook in the tree and pulled the foliage of the sapling up over himself motioning for Cat to do the same, then, through the concealing leaves he put a finger to his lips motioning for her to be silent and motionless.