#𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 — intro .

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𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 apollo redfield , district four

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: apollo redfield

nicknames: none

age: 30

gender / pronouns: cis man , he / him

orientation: bisexual

cccupation: mentor in the hunger games

home: district four

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: brown

hair colour: brown

build: slim , muscular

height: 5′11″

piercings: none

tattoos: none

distinctive features: long , floppy hair

face claim: joe keery

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

tw : implied coercion to serve the capitol , depression

you want to be special, have you ever considered that this isn't the life for you ? district four picked you up in its gentle hands . your parents wanted a career tribute, a home in victor's village for they were never reaped so why not volunteer a son ? sure , how bad could it be for you ? everything came so easy to you .

the academy wrung you out like an old rag but you bore the pain, threw it over your shoulder like a sack and travelled through those younger years, the pressure of it all weighing every step .

at fifteen you volunteered . fresh from the academy and strong from days out on your father's fishing boat . that doe eyed, gooey tenderness — they tried to drive it out of you, but they never good . the soft spot within you endeared you to the capitol . you were a hapless thing, out of your depth and yet you were strong, you had an advantage that so many didn't . your tendency to panic reared its head within training and yet your score was good , you intimidated the other tributes , and the capitol couldn't get enough .

you rode the tube to the arena and found yourself in darkness . soon you realised you were in a cave system . your panicked instincts told you to run, but you fought your way to cornucopia, grabbed a sword and soon you were leading the career pack .

it was never a fair fight . you could climb, you were strong with an abundance of sponsors won over by your charm . from the moment you stepped into the arena, it was never a fair fight — none of this was fair . but you didn't know that , you just wanted to win, could feel the eyes of your parents burning through the cameras tracking every move .

when you made it out you were blood soaked and shaking, the wide eyes that endeared you to hundreds held an emptiness behind them . you fought your way out of a darkness that took hold of you in that arena , you fought and you never let up .

the house in victor's village held your parents and siblings , they made it their own, and you hid away in your room or on the fishing boats, even if you didn't need to work anymore . you parents didn't want you , they wanted a life of ease .

mentorship came easy until you realised those kids were going to die . still, they arrived every year and you adored them . you did what you could for them, fought tooth and nail . each one that made it out was a victory .

when you were old enough, the capitol sunk its teeth into you . you played along because you can't help it, you want to make people happy . you can't bear the idea of anyone disliking you — how could it be possible ? you're the shining star of the capitol . . . it's all you ever wanted . you're loved . you're finally loved .

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