The Stadium (In the Process of Ending/No longer accepting)

Jesse-

I crossed my arms and smiled, "Name's Jesse. I'm an Elite and am A master of fighting. I'm turning twenty in a couple of days and I like guns." She said, a smirk growing on her face.

there was something about this guy i didn't like. the way he shook my hand and looked at me .was that a fake smile? i don't know if i'm the only one getting this weird vibe. i look at the others. either they didn't feel it, or they didn't let it show. anyways i didn't feel like talking so i gave my usual one word answer,"ice.high schooler.17..." i paused wondering if i should also say what my speciality was. i gave my answer in the same mannr as the girl called jesse.
ronaldo looked at me probably wondering what was wrong with my speech. when i didn't respond he asked ,"your specialty?" i stared at him nonchalantly,"Secret." i said. he probably would have pestered me for more if the next person didn't bud in.phew!

Ivan Kirill~

Ivan rolled his eyes at the first girl as she finished speaking. She sounded a bit cocky, almost too cocky. He'd have to show her where her place was. A smile turned Ivan's lips and he shook his head in a silent chuckle, the movement drew the attention of their host.

"And who are you?"

"Me? You don't know already? Mmmm..."

"Am I supposed to know who you are," the announcer prompted, his smile strained on his face.

"You should, but I'll introduce anyway. I'm Ivan Kirill, son of Mr. Jamerson Kirill. CEO of Synergy Incorporated, a.k.a the makers and distributors of most every article of clothing you have ever worn, down to your underwear."

A few people made noises of realization and Ivan smiled. The announcer just shrugged and moved on. Ivan was already uninterested in the conversations though. All he could think about was the mystery prize waiting for him once he won this stupid tournament - a tournament which was taking forever to start, by the way.

"Can we hurry this up," Ivan groaned loudly, running a hand down his face. "You've been talking for ages and I really couldn't care any less about these people's names. I just want to kill them."

Micah Alvaraz

'I just want to kill them.'

I make note to avoid him at all costs, then think of whether an alliance with him could lengthen my life span in his view. The announcer brings me out of my thoughts, shaking my hand and waiting for my name.

"Micah." I say simply. "Weapons expert."

Expert is a stretch...but I leave it at that. Bluffing makes the show pass faster, makes the announcer leave me be. Another fake smile from him and he moves to the next person.

Octavius-

I know how Ronaldo does his thing. I'm met him several times before. Fake smile, all nice and polite. Blah, blah. He does it for the money.

"Ah. Young Octavius Trow." Ronaldo flashed a fake smile.

"Yes. son of Senator Trow." I flashed him a fake smile. I had never liked Ronaldo. He was just a lower class loser. Trying to work his way up into the Elite level. Pitiful.

ivan kirill.weird name . ididn't like him at all.what was with the others gasping and murmuring at the mention of his fathers name? i shot him a look but quickly looked away.i didn't want to make anyone target me. i had to make myself less noticable.
"note to self, stay away from ivan..."
i was a bit upset. i thought he was like a hero who saved me from ronaldo, but then he was a biger creep! he made jesse look freindly!thats saying something.

i direct my gaze into the oppsite direction of him.

Hey upandout any chance I could join?

Jesse-

I saw that Ivan guy and I rolled my eyes. Who does he think he is? And I've never heard of whoever his father is. I crossed my arms and took a deep breath. "Let's move on please." I said tracing the outside of my gun.

Right thanks I'll post a profile soon-ish.

Name: Rutila "The Black Dagger" Rida
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Occupation: Elite
Appearance:Being a girl she wears women's clothing, tends to wear's tight jeans, tank tops and other stuff. What makes her stand out is a black wooden mask with small, unseeable slits where the eyes are suppose to be on a mask. What makes her stand out more is her recent victory in the statium, earning her spot as the youngest of the elite.
Personality: The blood shes seen has hardened her from a caring joyful girl to one with a silent black heart, barely talks anymore.
History: She earned her nick name "The Black Dagger" though killing her opponents in the dark with knife or dagger. Forced into the stadium, she killed ruthlessly after her best friend who was forced in with her was killed She felt murdering everyone would avenge her friend.
Strengths: Stealthy, good at hiding weapons and spies on opponents she deams dangerous.
To be continued in a separate post ran out of room.

Weaknesses: Emotional break downs she ultimately blames herself for her friends death.
Other: Shes up for love, but it takes someone who saved her to get with her.

Rutila "The Black Dagger" Rida

I walked quietly and slowly, I moved my wrists around feeling my dagger's up my sleeves, my black mask hiding my face. Just how I liked it, I looked around carefully and got idea's of my competition. Five people I got to deal with, it wasn't so bad this year; even tho I'm here for two years straight now. I adjust my mask slightly and walk though the crowd picking up pieces of information that would hopefully prove invaluable in my survival. I planned to go all the way like last year, The Black Dagger will have killed all five here if they all survive the previous courses.

Jesse-

A late girl walks in. She looks goth. With the black mask and like three swords sterly connected to her arms. She stops at the end of the line and I wait for her to tell her story.

I turn my gaze away from her and keep my eyes on the prize.

Name: Drake McFinley
Gender: Male
Age: (17-39) 19
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Drake has spiky light brown hair, hazel eyes, a lopsided grin and a scar on his cheek.
Personality: Drake is independent, quiet, and keeps to himself. He's a pessimistic cynic. He doesn't get along with that many people, and he doubts everyone, including himself. Unlike most thieves, he isn't greedy and he doesn't really have a preference for shiny things. He's rebellious and stubborn and is prone to do something stupid when he's angry.
History: His mother died in a fire and his father abandoned him at a young age so he had to steal to get along. He had to learn quickly to be self-reliant. He joined the arena because he thought he could make a quick buck off it.
Strengths: Sneaky, adapts quickly, good aim.
Weaknesses: He's not the strongest and runs out of stamina quickly.
Other: (up for love, etc...) Up for love.

*Sorry it took me so long to get it up!*