After volunteering for the 50th Quarter Quell, your designated mentors from District 1 pulled you aside & informed you that your odds of winning this year’s games were almost slim to none, mainly due to the fact that your only redeeming qualities were your looks and intelligence rather than your strength.

However, not all hope seemed to be lost, because before you could process it, one of your district partners took an interest in you, so much that he decided to generously take you under his wing. His name was Panache Barker, and judging by his physical prowess, you knew better than to deny his advances. Even if he was a bit too.. airy for your liking.

“You’re lucky to have an ally like me.” Panache prided himself, puffing out his chest as he aimed to perfect his swordsmanship skills in the Capitol’s training center. “Panem knows what coukd happen to you if you didn’t.” From the corner of his eye, Panache spotted you trying to train on your own, which ultimately caused him to frown. “Put that down.” He commanded.

“Wouldn’t want that pretty face & mind of yours to get all knocked up before the games even start.”