KEYS, WYATT LUCAS

[AMBER FO SHO]

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buy yourself another day

We don’t have to take this back against the wall
We don’t have to take this We can end it all

secrets in your ear

so low you can't hear

Full Name: Wyatt Lucas Keys
Nickname: N/A
Birthday: May 9th
Age: 18
Occupation: Hunger Games Victor
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Location: District IX
Hunger Games: 21st

pointing where to go

where you will still be all alone

Hair Color Style and Length: Short, blonde hair that is normally neatly kept.
Eye Color: a pretty sky blue that looks like it's cast over by clouds.
Body Type and Height: 5'11", narrow and athletic build
Clothing Style: Jeans a tee-shirt sort of man, though will sometimes button up shirts and layer some sweaters. He has impeccable style for the male species.
Marks: Wyatt is known for his multitudes of scars decorating his arms and legs. His favorite, though, is a cut that goes just above his hair line which you can only see when he runs his fingers through his hair.
Face Claim: Max Thieriot

run as fast as you can

no one has to understand

Likes: Reading, observing people, being out on the field, talking to people like he is a normal human being, and the ability to be there for his family.
Dislikes: Being regarded as a celebrity, the Capitol, the Games, having to be a mentor, and people appearing ot be weak on purpose.
Strengths: Listening, strategics, remaining invisible, and hiding his emotions.
Fears: Dying by natural causes, the dark, whistles, and absolute silence.
Goals: Avenging the death of his sister. Living to see the Capitol fall.
Weapon: Mace

fly high across the sky

from here to kingdom come

Mother: Zelia Keys, thirty-six, harvester
Father: Xavier Keys, thirty-seven, sower
Siblings: Vihart Keys, sister, twelve when deceased
Other Significants: Yolanda Keys, grandmother, eighty-four
Pets: none
Wealth Status: Victor Status!
District Partner: Vihart Keys
Games Overview: It was a hot, mid-day when Wyatt was made to move in front of the rest of the crowds as he and his sister headed towards the other twelve year old section. The first Reapings. One of many that he hoped would come. He glanced at Vihart before going to the boy's side of the courtyard, slipping into his proper position. His name was in there once, as was his twin sister's. The chances of either of them getting Reaped was slim, but it didn't stop him from rubbing his hands on his pants and taking large gulps for air as he tried to calm his heart-rate. Finally, the Escort took to the stage and went through the speech.

"And now the moment you've all been waiting for!" the Escort had trilled before going over to the glass bowl that held the female names. Snatching a piece of paper, they returned to the microphone and unfolded it, reading over the name for a second before leaning towards the mic.

"VIHART KEYS!"

The crowd went silent, all turning towards the small frame of Wyatt's sister. He bit his lip until it bled, trying not to scream and charge at the Peacekeepers that roughly pulled her onto the stage. The Escort looked pleased with themselves as nobody volunteered to take Vi's position. It was as the whole District was hoping that whoever was chosen as the male tribute would be somebody who had a chance at winning it for them. The escort walked to the bowl, repeating the same process as before. Their eyes widened as they read the second name, then smiling as they announced it over the speakers.

"WYATT KEYS!"

The District was shocked into silence as the second Keys child slowly shuffled to the top of the steps, standing next to his shell-shocked sister. He took her hand, squeezing it. When nobody volunteered to take his place, he wasn't expecting anybody to anyways, they were taken to the Justice Center. They were then visited by their parents and his grandmother, all who wished them luck and hugged them tightly, not keeping the despair off of their faces.

They don't think we have a chance of coming back... Wyatt thought to himself, kissing his mother on the cheek and hugging his father. Finally, he went over to his grandmother who simply told him "play smart".

The Keys twins got on the train headed due for the Capitol. It was then they met their mentor, who seemed somewhat enthused about the pair of them being twins. "You have no idea how much this will do for publicity! We could get you sponsors and maybe even get you past the first three days! It would make history!" Their mentor's enthusiasm was almost too much and Wyatt had wandered off to an empty train-car. Nobody believed that they would make it back to ever see the District again. He knew the odds were against him, knew that the chances of a twelve year old from the Lower Provinces winning were slim to none.

There was a one in at least one-hundred chance that him or Vihart would be picked.

The train ride felt long, but that was nothing to the surprise they were met with when they finally got off the train and into the vast expanses of the Capitol. It was like being in a candy-store. If candy-stores sold poison.

Most of the Capitol was a blur. He knew that on the Chariots, his sister and him were both dressed in sleek gold clothing that looked like flowing grain, accenting their golden blonde hair. They rode through, hand-in-hand like young siblings would do, knowing that they had to make a good impression if they ever wanted to make it out alive. Or, at the very least, have a quick death. They received a large amount of applause, already having a back story behind them.

Next, it was training. Knowing that they were going to allies in the arena, they worked off each other. Together, they would be a force to be reckoned with, they imagined. Twins were two parts of one soul, they would say. And that was how they were planning on taking on the Games. Together.

Vi trained in camouflage and Wyatt learned knots. "You can hide and then I'll lure people towards my traps. Then you can attack them while they're not looking!" While Wyatt worked at the Gauntlet, not entirely making a fool of himself, his sister would practice leaping and swinging through the ropes course. Their small size and agility would make up for their lack of strength, their mentor had told them. In all, it was a fantastic show of new skills they learned.

Wyatt trained in the larger weapons, while Vihart worked on stealth and small weapons. It was something that he hoped would keep her out of the line of fire. He would die protecting her. That was what he had decided the day he was Reaped. Wyatt wasn't going to let anything happen to his sister.

The judging was what made him worried. If they didn't at least get a semi-decent score, it wouldn't matter what story they brought into the arena, sponsors weren't going to fund them. Wyatt was called first, stepping into the display. There were a few Game-makers who seemed interested in him, but not enough that he could probably get a good score. He didn't mind, though. He would grab their attention. Not many twelve year old boys could do what he could do and he was going to make a statement.

Wyatt started by picking up one of the maces. It was heavy in his hands, but he managed to get enough strength that lifting one and swinging it was almost easy. He swung it up onto his shoulders and ran over to the Gauntlet, easily maneuvering the steps with practiced ease, jumping onto the top platform and swinging his mace around and taking out one of the dummies, where it shattered to pieces with a satisfying crack before he dropped it to the ground and running for the strips of rope, quickly creating some sort of snare, which he shoved another mannequin into. The strung figure flew towards the sky and Wyatt picked up another weapon as it came back down towards the ground.

Thud.

The head of the mannequin went flying, hitting the stands where the Game-makers had been perched. A few that hadn't been paying attention looked at the decapitated figurine with vague interest. One of them stood, telling him thank you and that he could go now. He left triumphant, knowing his sister would definitely have a good follow-up show and they were going to rank well.

The next day, the scores were announced. Wyatt's picture appeared with his score. 7. His mentor pat him on the back. Most careers ranked 8-10, so a seven was a good score for him to get. Vihart got a 6. They were high enough to draw the attention of some sponsors, but low enough that the Career's wouldn't be drawn towards them by impressive scores.

Next were the interviews. Vihart started crying, saying that she was glad that she was with her brother in the Games and she hoped that her parents would still see them as their babies no matter what happened to them. This swooned a lot of the Capitol, making Wyatt smile. We could do this. We could actually win with the help of the Capitol, he thought to himself, practically bouncing with excitement when Vihart finished her interview. As she came off, he hugged her tightly. "I've got you, little sister," he said quietly. They always called each other "little", though twins weren't really older or younger.

The interview passed in a blur, basic questions about how District 9 was and how he felt about the Capitol. Then, the interviewer asked how he felt about both him and sister being Reaped. The crowds leaned closer, as if this were the thing they had been waiting to hear all night.

"Well, we've always been a family to shatter odds. Twins? Highly unlikely. Both of them surviving even more unlikely. Being Reaped with your name only once in that bowl? Yeah, we may have some pretty crappy lucky," he had started, laughing lightly. "But hey! We've denied the odds so far, so one of us could make it out," he finished, giving a shake of his head. "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure my sister gets out alive."

The interviewer had smiled, asking Wyatt why he wanted his sister to make it out and not hope he won it for her.

"That's simple. I imagine that losing a friend would be like losing a hand or a foot. You would miss it, but you learn to live without it. Losing a family member would be like being an amputee. You would have to find a way to get around without it, but soon you could even forget you were ever with that person," he fell silent and the room was silent, all waiting for what he would say next. "But losing my sister, my twin sister. It would be like losing half my self, my soul. I don't think I could function without her in my life. So, I'm glad we were both Reaped. 'Cause I couldn't imagine sitting at home and not being able to help her."

The Capitol had erupted into applause and Wyatt even saw a few people start crying. He wiped at a tear himself, allowing himself to appear much more weak than he felt he was. He couldn't appear a threat. The only way to stay alive would be to be hidden.

* * *

The platform raised as Wyatt stood on it, bringing them into the main portion of the Games. He glanced at the weapons and items scattered about the Bloodbath, hoping to see something close by that he could grab. Vihart was doing the same and they both nodded. Vi would go for the backpack, it was large enough to possibly be holding food or a sleeping bag, and Wyatt was going for the mace that was set down slightly further into the circle. It was a risk but without the weapon, they were going to be killed for sure.

5... 4...

3...

2...

1...

GONG.

Wyatt and Vihart were quick off their blocks. That was probably the only reason he was able to secure the mace and her the backpack. He grabbed her hand then and they took off towards a thicket of trees, hearing the clashes of swords and battle ensue behind them. Nobody cared to follow them. Either they didn't see the two leaving or they couldn't perceive them as a big enough threat to pursue at the moment when there were much bigger fish to catch at the Bloodbath.

They reduced to a jog, increasing their distance from the battles. The forest seemed vast but they had to find water and a place to camp for the time being so they could look through their materials. It could be all night before they actually found a place to rest, but they had to get somewhere safe. While death in their sleep would be much more welcome, they weren't going to lie down and just die. Not on the first day.

Eventually, they found a small inlet in the side of a mountainside as the sounds of canons continued to shoot overhead. It was only visible from a certain angle, which they chose to use for camping over the night. A slight drizzle had started to fall as they hauled themselves into the cave, hardly big enough for them to stand upright. It was perfect.

That night, when the sky lit up, they watched the district numbers and faces of the tributes who had died that day.

District 1 female.
District 3 female.
District 5 male.
District 6 female.
District 7 female and male.
District 10 male.
District 11 male.
District 12 female and male.

Ten tributes had died in the Bloodbath. The Career force was still mainly in tact. Wyatt wondered how many people in District 9 were elated that they had made it past the Bloodbath. Then, the more darker thought took over.

How many of the tributes around them realized that the two "easy targets" of the Games were still around and hiding somewhere?

Two days passed.

District 4 female.
District 8 female.
District 6 male.
District 10 female.

The backpack turned out to have a sleeping bag within--which was large enough for both of them to fit comfortably--, some jerky, a pack of matches, and a small dagger. While it was a good start, they knew that they wouldn't be able to survive forever on the items they had. Not only that, but the Game-makers wouldn't let them stay alone while the rest of the tributes fought. They would be confronted eventually. And when they were, they would have to be ready.

They moved along the river bank, sticking to the thick trees, moving to another location about two miles south of their old cave. Wyatt set up some snares around their location, hoping to catch some small game. Tucking away into the mountain side as the sun set again, the sky lit up and they watched more images on the sky.

District 3 male.
District 8 male.
District 11 female.

It was the sixth day before Vihart and Wyatt needed to leave their cave. They were in the final eight. If Vi's math was correct, there were seven tributes left and the Game-makers would be starting to push the remaining competitors closer to each other so that they could get more action. Though these Games were moving quickly, they weren't having enough action. Either way, they needed to appear to be doing something before they were forced to confront the other tributes.

Vihart collected stuff for her camouflage to catch some stuff with her dagger and see if anybody was nearby. Wyatt set out to check his traps and take out some game with his mace.

"Meet me back at the cave in one hour. Stay close," he had told Vi as he slung his mace over his shoulder and stood at the mouth of the cave. She nodded, smiling brightly. "We've defied the odds this long, I think I can handle an hour," she replied. He laughed for a moment, giving her a hug before heading out into the woods surrounding their cave.

Checking his traps didn't take as long as he had anticipated and no small creatures ventured anywhere near him for him to take out with his weapon. He managed to get a small rabbit, which was now slung over his shoulder. Hoping that Vi would be able to catch something herself, he headed back for the cave about, what he figured was, twenty minutes early. Sitting in the mouth of the cave, he started a small fire out of some kindling they had dried. Minimal smoke so they could cook the rabbit and get a real meal that wasn't jerky for once.

* * *

Vihart had run into the Careers. It was past the final eight after all! It was bound to happen. One of them had seen past her camouflage and captured her, pulling her to the small grouping of the Careers. "Where's your brother, Nine?" the District 4 boy sneered at her, shoving her down to the dirt. The District 1 boy threw a knife at her, cutting her across the face and the District 5 girl drew a large slash across her chest. She probably would have killed her outright, but the District 2 girl stopped him. "No, leave her be. They'll kill themselves off," she said sincerely, pulling the rest of the Careers with her.

Vihart got to her feet, losing blood quickly. Already, the feeling of vertigo set in as she stumbled back towards the cave. "Wyatt!"

* * *

Wyatt heard his name screamed from outside the cave and he moved quickly to the entrance to see Vihart, bloodied and bruised, pulling herself up onto the ledge. He grabbed her hand, pulling her up and bringing her back into the cave so that nobody could see her from the mouth. She was coughing terribly and the blood wouldn't stop coming from the cuts that she endured, not even as he applied pressure to them.

"Don't worry, Vi. You're going to be okay! It's just a little cut. And we're going to win this! You're going to win this! You're going to go home and be so loved and everybody will be okay, I promise." He was practically in hysterics, stroking his sister's hair with her head in his lap. He probably would have continued but Vi had muttered something. "What?"

"It's okay. It's your turn to win."

He bit his lip, tears blurring his vision. "No! No, it's not okay. I promised to protect you! Please, Vi, don't leave me!"

"Win for me, Wyatt. I know you can."

BOOM.

Wyatt clutched the dead body of sister to his chest, letting out a heartbroken sob. Six tributes left, they were all Careers he was fairly sure. He couldn't win! There was no way he could take all of them down. He couldn't protect his sister, not like this. Shakily, Wyatt got to his feet, gently laying down Vihart at the side of the cave and started collecting his stuff.

He would win this. For her...

* * *

Just now arriving at the cave mouth, following the blood trail, was the girl from District 5. She had been told by the Careers that she could get an easy kill if she followed the District 9 girl back to where her and her brother had been hiding. Pouncing on the opportunity to impress them, she had traced the blood trail leading the mouth of the cave. A slight smoke came out, but it didn't appear anybody was home. "Come out and play, little children. It's time to die," she called, starting up to the cave.

* * *

Wyatt heard somebody call from outside the cave and he grew rigid. Somebody had followed Vihart back and now they were going to come back for him. A sudden burst of anger flooded his mind, his body. He picked up his mace, moving to the shadows directly adjacent to the cave entrance. It was only about six feet tall and five foot wide, which made it great for somebody who was still short.

Like Wyatt.

He heard the steps coming up to the cave and he rested his weapon on his shoulder. Finally, the steps came into the cave and the shadow of the approaching tribute was cast throughout the cave.

THUD.

Wyatt swung the mace like a baseball bat, hitting the approaching figure right in the pelvis, dropping them like a dead weight. Without thinking, he raised the mace again and this time it came down with a sickening crack as it shattered the District 5 female's skull into eleven pretty little pieces. Another canon went off.

Wyatt Keys from District 9 had executed his first kill.

* * *

As the canon resounded, the Careers all turned towards each other. They were down to five tributes and it was time for them all to face off. It was either die with honor here and now against the other tributes who had trained all their life to fight them, or be killed by a Game-maker's cruel, sickening creations.

"What about the 5 girl?" the District 2 girl asked as she drew her weapon, a long curved sword.

The District 2 boy laughed at her. "C'mon. We all know she wouldn't stand a chance against us. The last person standing could easily take her down. She has reflexes like a dead cat."

And with that, the Careers launched into combat, clashing their weapons together. Swords, bows, clubs, maces, and other weapons were brought together as they all attacked each other in a brilliant display of showmanship. The Capitol and observing Districts would be calling out bets, fearing the death of their tribute, and waiting to see what would happen to the District 9 boy in the cave...

* * *

One canon. Two canons. Three canons...

Suddenly, Wyatt was in the final two tributes. He picked up his weapon and headed to the mouth of the cave. It was now or never.

* * *

The District 2 male stood over the fallen figures of his fellow Careers. He spared a quick glance to his District partner before moving on. The fact that the D5 girl wasn't back yet meant that she had heard the canons and fled or was having troubles finding her way back. He started out towards where they had left the dying D9 girl, either to follow the blood trail to find where the hide-out was or to confront the girl.

He found the trail, easily navigating it not even five-hundred feet before he saw the inset into the mountain where the blood led. He started up the cliff, pulling himself into the cave. Glancing around, he took in the scene.

There was the dead D9 girl, her eyes closed and blood pooled around her. There were the supplies the duo had probably collected. Absorbed in his thoughts, trying to deduct where the D5 girl might have gone off to, he kicked something solid with his foot. His gaze fell down on a piece of skull. "Nice kill, five," he said quietly before spotting the rest of the body. A distinctly female body. "God dammit! That little brat!" The D2 boy yelled, leaving the cave in a fuss. "Where did you go?!"

Not two steps out of the mouth of the cave, something landed on his back and gripped for dear life.

* * *

Wyatt had perched on top of the cave, hiding in the underbrush like his sister had told him how. The D2 boy hadn't seen him and as he left the cave, he left his backside open. While his weight wasn't enough to topple the boy, it was enough that it startled him with the help of gravity.

Pretend he's like a dog or a pig. Hold on and don't let go.

Wyatt wrapped his legs around the boys torso, his arms wrapped around his head and his nails digging into his skull. The boy jerked and tried to get him off, but he didn't have his weapon drawn and couldn't get to it with Wyatt's position. The boy started moving faster, as if trying to buck the smaller one off his back.

Then, the D2 boy decided that he was going to flip the boy up and over his head. He dropped his torso and threw Wyatt's weight forward and over with absolute ease, causing the D9 boy to land hard on his back.

The District 2 boy wasn't banking on Wyatt never letting go. There was a loud crunching sound as the full weight of the other boy landed on Wyatt, who's head cracked against the cold hard ground as the body landed on him.

All was silent. Nobody moved. A canon went off.

Then, slowly, the District 2 boy's body started shifting to the side and the small, frail form of Wyatt pulled itself out from under it.

At only age twelve, Wyatt had won the Hunger Games.

* * *

Overall History: Wyatt and Vihart Keys were born to parents Zelia and Xavier on the same day, May 9th. Life was fairly normal until they were both Reaped and Wyatt had to watch his sister die and then kill two tributes to win the Games. Everything changed that day for twelve year old Wyatt.

When he was pulled out of the Games, Wyatt suffered serious brain-damage from a concussion he received when the District 2 boy landed on him. His Pre-Frontal Lobe, mainly the Prefrontal Cortex, was damaged as was his Hippocampus. Not only did he lose all memory of his Games, but also a majority of his memory involving his life in general. Whenever he tried focus his brain on the "blank-slots" of his memory, his body would shut down and go into a seizure like state.

However, because of the injury in his Prefrontal Cortex, he has minimal impulse control, emotional control, empathy, judgment and insight, especially when angered or frustrated. It is during this time of inability to control his emotions and thoughts that his brain will not block a piece of his memory and he will blurt it out to whoever is nearby.

He will then be informed by somebody who knows what he's talking about and given back that piece of "memory". About twenty percent of his memory has been recovered since the end of the Games because of his elusiveness to the human populous.

Currently, Wyatt is aware of:
* he won the Games when he was twelve years old.
* he has mentored other tributes while in the games.
* he had a sister, but does not know what happened to her.

And thus, we begin Wyatt's adventure into self-realization and lack of impulse control.

don't you fret my dear

it'll all be over soon

Alias or Nickname: Jayde, Kiara, ATJ
RP Experience: about eight years!
How did you find us: y'know.

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