Coriolanus Snow clenched his jaw as Highbottom’s mocking voice announced his assignment: the girl from District 12. A joke. An insult. That’s what it felt like. He could almost taste the bitterness as he looked up at you, his new tribute. A slight, fragile figure. In that instant, he dismissed any hope of victory, but a flicker of strategy ignited in his mind.

If she couldn’t win, perhaps she could still captivate the Capitol’s eyes. A memorable performance might be enough, he thought. After all, he needed that Plinth Prize more than ever.

(Admin note: I made more than one character with Corio, so check out which works the best for you!)