Rosaline Amberhorn, 24
President of Panem
It was just Rosaline's luck that her first year as the President of Panem was the year of a Quarter Quell- not just any Quarter Quell, either, but the 100th Hunger Games. Expectations were high for this year's Games, and the last thing Rosaline wanted to do was disappoint. But with so much riding on this, how could she not be worried? She'd never even been alive for a Quarter Quell before.
Her even being the President at her age was quite the anomaly. Coriolanus Snow died nearly fifteen years ago after a lifetime of bad habits finally caught up to him, and he was quickly replaced by Bauble Fardrop, that year's Head Gamemaker. Fardrop seemed to be doing a good job, and the next ten years of the Hunger Games were the best that Panem had ever seen. However, twelve years of the stress of a job that he had never pictured himself doing led him to die of a morphling overdose. Just nights before the start of the 98th Hunger Games, the Presidency was handed over to a man named Cornel Ambercreek, and Rosaline, just 21, was appointed treasury secretary due to her impressive marks from university.
Six weeks ago, she was lucky enough to get sick the day that a rogue Peacekeeper opened fire on the President, the Head Gamemaker, and the Capitol's Head Peacekeeper- all of the people in front of her in line for the Presidency- killing them all. Rosaline, as Panem's Secretary of the Treasury, was appointed President before she even knew what happened.
Some people think that Rosaline organized the whole thing. Some people even think that Rosaline herself, dressed in a Peacekeeper's uniform, was the one who performed the assassination, even though it was common knowledge that the Peacekeeper who had done it was hanged immediately afterward, on Rosaline's direct orders. The truth was, the only reason she ever accepted the position of treasury secretary was to make her family proud. She never in a million years thought that she would ever become the President.
"You're on in two minutes, Ms. President," an intern holding a clipboard said, poking his head in the door. "Two minutes."
"Thank you, Gordald," she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.
She took a deep breath in the mirror and touched up the candy apple red lipstick she had on. Announcing the theme for the Fourth Quarter Quell was going to be Rosaline's biggest appearance yet, which wasn't saying much, since she had only been President for six weeks. Still, she needed to make sure her impression was perfect. She could never get behind the drastic alterations that most Capitol citizens seemed to go for. Ever since she was a child, she was in favor of a more timeless look. Even though the Games wouldn't start for another six months after the Quell announcement, this night would set the tone for the entire Games.
She had heard a rumor a couple of months ago that the Head Gamemaker had switched the envelope in favor of a more interesting theme, but she had been largely left out of the conversation due to how low her standing was at the time. She was eager to finally open that envelope and see what this year would bring.
Clutching her chinchilla fur jacket around her shoulders, Rosaline took the first step onto the stage and into the spotlight. She strode as confidently as she could to the podium and microphone at the center of the stage, but on the inside, she was shaking with nerves. Still, she kept her face composed.
"Good evening," she said clearly into the microphone. A hush fell over the crowd, and everyone leaned forward in their seats in anticipation. She wasted no time getting started, pulling out the paper from the inside pocket of her jacket and reading aloud.
"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, the Districts were made to hold an election and vote on the tributes that would represent it."
The older members of the audience cheered, as they were the only ones that were alive when these Games took place. The winner of that year was Sostrate Argos, the boy from District 2, who sadly died just a few years ago of natural causes. He was voted in after campaigning to his District to vote him in, so that he could get the honor and glory that came with winning the Games.
"On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, each District will be required to send twice as many tributes."
Haymitch Abernathy of District 12 won that year, after being able to outlast 47 other tributes and not get distracted by the beauty of that year's arena. Haymitch was very popular, but not in the way that one might like to be. He was famous for being one of three Victors to ever come from District 12, and for only ever bringing one tribute to victory- a 17-year-old girl named Donica Jade Tenor whose beauty and charisma led her to winning largely through sponsorship. The only kill she made in the entire Games was the girl from District 4 in the final two.
"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them could not withstand the power of the Capitol, the Reaping age was changed to include tributes aged 20 to 26 years old."
That year was strange for the Career tributes from Districts 1, 2, and 4. While still better fed and stronger than the other tributes, most were still out of practice from Games training, and stood very little real advantage over the other young adults. Surprisingly, the winner that year was Kepheus Goldwin, a 26-year-old from District 9 whose years of working in wheat fields with a sickle proved to be beneficial.
Rosaline took a deep breath before opening the envelope that had been placed on the podium before her. She gave it a quick skim to make sure her first read of the Quell wasn't a cold one, and felt her eyebrow raise inadvertently.
"On the one hundredth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels of the Capitol's generosity and forgiveness, there will be no Quarter Quell twist. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
Rosaline left the stage with her head ducked, smirking and avoiding paparazzi on her way out. The twist seemed underwhelming, but one thing was for sure: this year's Hunger Games was going to be anything but ordinary. Rosaline wouldn't allow it. She was thrust into this position without ever wanting it, sure, but that didn't change the fact that she was the President now. She had to take it seriously. Her family would never allow anything else.
"But Haley, it took you five years to finish your last SYOT!"
I said it, not you! I was in a bad place when I started Dollhouse, and it took a lot of effort for me to get back into it. But for those of you that stuck with it, you'll know that once I started updating it again, I was on it. If you weren't around when I was In My Prime, I would recommend that you read the last three chapters or so of "Dollhouse" just to get a better feel for my writing style these days. So, with that said, I promise I won't take half a decade on this one.
The form is on my profile, submissions will be open until Saturday the 21st, and it is not first come first served. You can submit as many as you want, but I'll only accept up to three per person. At the end of the two weeks, if there are any spots that haven't been filled, I'll create characters myself and just make them bloodbaths. Because of this, though, I won't tell who the creators of any character are unless I fill all 24 spots, that way the bloodbath can be a surprise.
Also, many thanks to Ripple237 for designing the cover!