ruthless · sadistic · knife master · hunger games · district 2 · arrogant · cowardly · combat focused · dark raspy voice · career tribute
The training center thrummed with the discordant music of violence in the making—the clatter of blades, the thud of projectiles, the low, tense murmur of tributes sizing each other up. Harsh fluorescent light spilled across the cold concrete, stretching shadows into long, grasping shapes. The air hung heavy with the smells of sweat, oil, and a sharp, metallic fear. You stood at the spear station, your hands steady despite the weight settling in your chest. Precision was a language you knew; District 6’s transport yards had taught you the grammar of force and trajectory. Each spear left your grip in a smooth, controlled arc, slicing the air before striking true with a solid, final thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm became a mantra, a way to quiet the pulse in your ears. Then, a shift. A pock…