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victorysassOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Lynny
Other characters: Neophyte Redglare [Homestuck]
IN CHARACTER
Name: Adelaide [AU name: Adelaide Aldegona]
Fandom: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name
Canon point/AU: AU
Journal:victorysass
PB: Haifa Wehbe mixed with canon art.
History: [Canon] We as readers know very little about Adelaide before Conrad hires Hanna and his undead partner to shoo her out of his apartment. She was turned into a vampire a very long time ago (though she won't give her age) by a "handsome bastard of a vampire". At some point in her vampire life she became a regular customer of Lamont Toucey, a delivery man who specialized in a particular type of customer: the non-human kind.
A few months prior the start of the story she got into a bit of trouble with two other vampires, Casimiro and Finas. She already had a less than friendly relationship with them and somehow she ended up cursed to stay in her bat form. Her power severely limited in that form and she was unable to change back without the assistance of someone highly skilled in magic.
In her weakened condition she found her way into the apartment of Conrad Achenleck but she wasn't exactly the most pleasant roommate to have. Conrad wasn't too pleased to be sharing his loft with a bat and Adelaide thought he was a useless twat. They apparently clashed both verbally and physically. Despite her small size, she could still easily able to claw Conrad up enough to send him running to a paranormal investigator for help in getting her out. Upon Conrad's return with Hanna and his new zombie partner Adelaide was less than enthused.
She was reasonable when Hanna tried to reason with her. She offered him a deal: if he helped her she'd leave Conrad's home. Tit for tat, everybody wins. After offering a not-so-subtle threat to Conrad and throwing him and {...} out of the apartment she and Hanna got to work. He performed the ritual she needed to be freed admirably and she was able to return to human form once again. She even complimented Hanna on his skills before letting Conrad and {...} back into the apartment.
Being a woman of opportunity, she used Hanna's vomiting of blood as a distraction to gain the upper hand and punch his concerned partner in the face. {...} struck back. There was a brief scuffle between them that ended with Adelaide ripping off his arm and throwing him to the ground. She in a way, telling him the attack was nothing personal.
Then Conrad decided to be the hero and attacked her from behind, wrapping his belt around her neck in an attempt to choke her. Unfortunately for him, vampires don't breathe. Her heel made acquaintances with his balls then she heaved him over her shoulder like a sack of wimpy potatoes and fled to the roof to have a long overdue meal. By the time Hanna and {...} made it to the roof she'd already drained Conrad dry.
Once again she used the element of surprise against the pair. She attacked Hanna, demanding to know why he reeked of death while being very clearly alive. She never got her answer because {...} came to Hanna's defense by driving the claw end of Hanna's hammer into Adelaide's shoulder. She once again fled and isn't seen again until later. Her return wasn't exactly quiet either: she just suddenly appears in the back of Lamont's car with a vampire hunter named Abner VanSlyke hot on her heels (and Lamont's wheels). When VanSlyke rammed into Lamont's car, Adelaide joins the boys in fleeing.
[And then the comic was never updated again. :(]
AU History: Adelaide Aldegona was born to a wealthy District One family, the only child of a past District 1 Career victor and her husband. From a young age, even before she began training as a Career, self-reliance and independence were hammered into her head by her parents, her mother in particular. She was taught to trust few, keep her relationships shallow and depend only on herself. Their reasoning was, in the basically inevitable event she’d be chosen in a reaping or volunteer as a tribute, she’d be mentally prepared for the arena. She took these lessons to heart and as a result had few, if any, real friends as a child. True, she was very social and never wanted for playmates but if someone had asked her to name her best friend she would have been at a loss.
Adelaide began her Career training at age eight and she thrived in the competitive, high-tension setting. From her first day she excelled at anything having to do with climbing and being high up. She continued her trend of shallow relationships, gradually expanding into having some on and off romantic relationships as she grew older. When she was eighteen she volunteered as tribute during her last eligible Reaping, much to the relief of the eleven year old girl who had originally been reaped. She went to the Capitol with her head held high and District partner (an ex-boyfriend of hers whom she’d gotten caught sneaking around with the previous year) at her side, ready to take on the Games and win.
Unfortunately for her, her mentor wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. Rupert “Ripper” Giles had won the Hunger Games five years before, when Adelaide was thirteen. Despite being from the same district and being trained Careers, they had never met before the train ride to the Capitol. She’d been a big fan of his during his Games, admiring his bad boy persona in his interviews and his viciousness in the arena. She was initially thrilled when she found out he would be mentoring her but that thrill quickly faded when she discovered he was drunk, utterly miserable and seemed wary of his new tributes, particularly her. By the time they reached the Capitol the escort had to keep the three of them separated in their rooms because Adelaide had gotten into violent arguments with both men and ended up telling Giles just how useless she thought he was and elbowing her partner in the stomach.
Her time in the Capitol preparing for the Games was a mite less dramatic. She got along well with her stylists and allowed them to primp and bedazzle her as they wished for the presentation of the tributes. By the time she climbed onto the chariot she was, in her own opinion, dazzling. Amethyst jewels had been clipped into her hair and a short dress made entirely of the same sparkling purple gems hugged her small frame. Her partner didn’t look half bad either but he acted incessantly distracting, continuously trying to hold her hand or “accidentally” touching the small of her back. The entire time Adelaide smiled and waved to the crowd, catching roses and throwing back winks. More than once she swung around to wave to the other side of the crowd and “accidentally” smacked her district partner in the face.
Adelaide was dutiful in her training, focusing heavily on the hand-to-hand combat and camouflage stations while keeping her time at the climbing nets limited to near the end of the training sessions. She played nice with the other Careers, flirting and playing up being the femme fatale of that year. Throughout training she kept an eye on two boys from the lower districts, 6 and 12 respectively, that seemed to be inseparable from the moment they stepped into the training room. To her they looked to be surprisingly capable and she decided, if they survived more than a few days in the arena, that they could be useful to her.
Behind the scenes Adelaide continued to butt heads with her mentor. In her eyes he wasn’t only an apathetic drunk who was doing an awful job of mentoring her. He was boring. When she’d volunteered she had hoped to be taught by Ripper the Victor, not Rupert the Drunk. More than once she snapped at him that he was a District One victor and that he should act like it and stop moping around the suite with a glass of whiskey. She even continued to call him Ripper despite his asking to be called by his actual name. Her pushing to break him out of his melancholy and his shoving back while trying to get her to be a more compassionate person would quickly become a constant in their relationship as mentors after her victory.
[Details involving mentor!Giles have been discussed and agreed upon with the player.]
When the Games finally began Adelaide, with the advantage of her excellent balance, was one of the first to skitter across her individual rope bridge that separated her and the other tributes from the Cornucopia. Once her feet were on solid ground she made a sprint for the Cornucopia but when she saw the boy from 2 heading toward the same pack she was she made the decision that would end up cementing her as one of the highlights of that year’s Hunger Games.
He outweighed her by at least fifty pounds and had nearly a foot of height on her but she knew how to use her petite-ness to her advantage. She leapt at him, latching onto his back with her legs around forearms to pin them to his sides and a fistful of his hair in her hand. She had no weapons on hand so she did the next best thing: she yanked his head back and sank her teeth into his throat. The District 2 boy howled and tried to free his arms to yank her off but she held on. Her teeth sank into his jugular, puncturing the vein and sending an arterial spray of blood across her face. She finally let go and jumped off him, not waiting to see him sink to the ground and bleed to death before grabbing the pack they’d both wanted and fleeing into the thick of the jungle.
The death toll for the first day ended with eight, six killed at the Cornucopia and two from pitfall traps scattered throughout the arena. Adelaide primarily stayed high for the first few days, lurking among the canopy alone. The pack she’d picked up contained a sleeping bag, dehydrated meat and fruit, a canteen of water and a bowie knife. Giles also sent her a sponsor gift of more water on the first day, which she used to wash the blood off her face.
She slept little, mainly in the straw huts hidden among the treetops. More than once she was discovered by a fellow tribute and she had to choose between fight and flight. She killed two tributes within the first week, bringing the total death count to thirteen.
Adelaide rationed the pack food carefully but the water went faster than she wanted in the heavy humidity of the jungle. She was forced to make her way out of the jungle and to one of the few freshwater lagoons on the island arena. The largest was the closest to her and even though she didn’t trust it she knew she didn’t have much of a choice. She went at night when there was a smaller likelihood of coming across other tributes or the muttations she’d heard during the day.
She just managed to drink her fill and load up her two canteens when something cold and wet wrapped around her ankle and half-dragged her into the water. It was a mermaid muttation. It was a terrifying creature with teeth like a piranha, eyes as solid black as a shark’s, a lower half like a spinney fish and patches of brown scales covering its torso. Adelaide had to swallow bile at the sight of it before she regained her composure enough to kick it in the face.
The muttation refused to loosen its grip. It dragged her into the lagoon and made a near successful attempt at drowning her. But she wasn’t about to let herself get killed by The Creature from the Black Lagoon. She fought back under the water, kicking and clawing. She finally managed to break free and get to the surface so she could scramble to the shore.
The muttation wasn’t about to let her get away that easily though. It followed her and grabbed her leg again while she struggled to catch her breath and wrench her bowie knife from her belt. This time it sank its teeth into her calf. Adelaide screamed in pain and finally managed to free her knife, shoving the blade straight through the creature’s eye.
When it was dead she shoved it away, unintentionally breaking off a few teeth in her wound in the process. Angry, exhausted and in pain, she still gutted the carcass and left it to rot in the water. She ended up breaking off the blade of her knife in the corpse, which just frustrated her further. The water on that area of the lagoon would be undrinkable now. Good thing she had no intention of sticking around this part of the island. She grabbed her pack off the shore and limped back into the jungle.
She didn’t make it far before she was ambushed. The two boys she’d watched during training had indeed survived the first week but they were worse off than she was. The boy from 6, Fin, looked tense and exhausted. The district 12 boy, Cas, had a thick bandage tied around the right side of his face. Judging by the amount of fresh blood on it she guessed his eye was gone, recently too.
The next few minutes were tense. Fin, just a head taller than Adelaide but by far the strongest of the three, had her arms in a lock behind her back. It would have been impossible for her to break it without dislocating her shoulder. Cas, the tallest but skinny from a lifetime of being underfed, had a sword he’d snagged off a dead Career pointed at her throat.
Cas was all set to run her through and be done with it. One less tribute for them to worry about and one step closer to the Games being over. Fin disagreed. He reasoned that they should make an alliance with her. They’d survived this long mostly by good fortune, Fin’s quick thinking and Cas’s fighting experience. With a Career on their side they had a better chance. Cas was still leery of her, citing her wounded leg and suspicion she could be bait for a Career pack trap. Adelaide snapped that if she was with the other Careers she wouldn’t have torn the throat out of one of them within five minutes of the games starting.
At that moment a silver parachute fluttered down and landed conveniently in Adelaide’s hands. She opened the attached container and found first aid supplies; medicine, needle and thread, tweezers and enough bandages for her leg and Cas’s eye. They came with a note with a single word, “Behave.” There was no name on the card but she knew it was from her mentor. He wanted her to stick with the boys. It would show she had some compassion and with how the bite was positioned it would be easier to clean and stitch with another person doing it.
Although she did throw an irritated glance skyward, she relented and suggested deal with the boys. She knew the best places to camp. She’d show them and not try to kill them. In return they wouldn’t stab her and Fin would help her with her injury. They’d pool their food and water and be better off for it. Quid pro quo. The deal was accepted, though reluctantly and with a lot of ugly sneering from Cas.
To the credit of both sides, the deal was kept by all involved. No one was stabbed. The three settled into a canopy hut for the next week. Fin tended to her leg and Cas put a fresh bandage on where his eye used to be. At night they took turns with guard duty. Since two of them were too injured to be of much use in hunting or gathering, they split the food supply and passed the time by talking (or arguing where Adelaide and Cas were concerned).
Adelaide learned that Fin was an only child and his parents were merchants. He was eighteen and has gotten married that past winter. A photo of his young wife was his token. Cas was the second oldest in a large family of six children. He worked in the coal mines with his father and older brother. He had a younger brother and three younger sisters. Adelaide talked a little about her Career training and growing up with her slightly unhinged Hunger Games victor mother. It was strangely cathartic for her. It was rare she met anyone who, when they found out who her mother was, didn’t ask if she could get them an autograph.
While she and Fin got along well enough, Cas continued to despise her. They were opposites in so many ways, Adelaide with her luxury district upbringing and he and his family struggling to get by for his entire life. She was still holding a grudge against him for wanting to kill her sooner than speak to her (highly hypocritical, yes but that’s Adelaide.) They argued often, sassing back and forth for hours on end while Fin stepped in only to keep things from accelerating into violence. How they wound up aggressively kissing a few times was beyond her but when it happened it got even more heated than their arguments- right up until Fin poured icy salt water over their heads to get them to stop.
The days passed and the cannons sounded for every death. Adelaide paid close attention when they did, marking off another tally in her head. By the time the third week began the cannon had boomed five times. Six tributes left and she was with two of them. It was the middle of the night, two days into week three, serving her turn on guard duty when she heard the screech of one of the enormous toucan muttations and a girl’s terrified scream cut short. The cannon sounded a few seconds later. Five tributes left including Adelaide herself.
She spent a long time wrestling with herself over what to do. It would be easiest to just kill them while they slept. A quick, merciful snap of the neck and it would be over for them and she’d be that much closer to the victory. The act was easier said than done. As much as she knew it was what she should do, she found it was a lot harder to kill a boy who’s had his hand up your shirt than it should be. She liked them far too much to even mercy kill them now, even knowing it was possible the final two would come down to her and one of them. Now she knew why she’d been told not to get attached from the time she could crawl.
Instead she quietly gathered up half their combined supplies and shoved them into her pack. Her leg had healed considerably thanks to the medicine and bandages Giles had sent and it wouldn’t be difficult for her to sneak away before Cas woke up for his shift at guarding the hut. She wrote a note on the back of Giles’s card using berry juice and her fingernail, a short and sweet “No hard feelings, boys ♥” and then she was off
In the morning light karma came back around to bite her in the ass. She’d paused in her tribute hunting to have a snack and was caught off guard by the boy from district five whose name she hadn’t bothered to learn in training. He caught her from behind, driving the claw end of a hammer into her shoulder and causing her to let out a surprised screech of pain. She swung her other arm backward, her fist catching him in the throat and sending him reeling into a hidden pitfall trap. The cannon sounded moments after his body was impaled on the spikes. Four tributes left. In a haze of pain Adelaide briefly wondered who in their right mind fights with a hammer. She took it with her regardless. It was better than nothing.
Her jungle lurking was fruitless until nightfall, when she accidentally found her way back to the picked over Cornucopia. She heard another cannon sound before she was out of the jungle. She would later find out it had been for Fin, who had been knocked into the crescent-shaped pit of spikes that surrounded the Cornucopia. What she did see was Cas and her district partner going after each other like rabid dogs. Adelaide hid high, watching from between the vines with narrowed eyes.
The fight didn’t last long. Cas fought hard and fast but with one perfectly timed swipe of a blade his throat was opened and he fell, choking on his own blood. It was then Adelaide got mad. She was perfectly aware this was a near inevitability. There could only be one victor after all. But still she felt a fury bubbling inside her chest she was unfamiliar with. Cas and Fin had been hers, the first people she’d ever felt honestly close to and now they were both dead. Howdare her district partner, her former boyfriend, take what was hers? The radiating, constant pain in her shoulder just amplified her anger until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her rage overtook her and she pounced from the trees, hammer in hand, and swung hard. Her very presence caught him by surprise and he didn’t have time to finish saying her name before the blunt end of the hammer caught him on the side of the head. He went down and she kept hitting him, bashing his skull until his face was unrecognizable. The final cannon went off; the moment when a tribute becomes a victor.
Adelaide, splattered in blood from head to toe in blood that was and wasn’t hers and still bleeding from her shoulder, stood silent as the head Gamemaker’s voice came from nowhere to proudly announce her victor of the 61st annual Hunger Games.
She was given a few days to recover from her injuries before her crowning. Her shoulder wound wasn’t deep enough to do lasting damage but for the rest of her life it would get uncomfortably stiff in the cold. Adelaide spent her time in recovery acting like any other Career victor: proud, self-assured, and enthused to have survived. She even shamelessly flirted with the medical staff. While she was there she had a minor cosmetic procedure done, a small gift to herself.
The night of her crowning her stylists had a field day with her. They dressed her in a short dress similar to the one she’d worn in the chariot, this time using blood red jewels and with a neckline that plunged down practically to her naval. They’d lined her eyes with similar tiny red gems and made her up to look even paler than she was naturally save for her bright red lips. All the while they gleefully babbled about how the red was meant to “symbolize her bloody path to victory”. She thought she looked like some kind of beautiful monster from old stories. She was surprisingly okay with that.
It wasn’t until she was left alone within the hour of the ceremony that her experiences in the arena finally began to sink in. She thought of Fin and his wife who was too young to be a widow. She thought of Cas’s large, hungry family. She remembered the time that had been joyously wasted in the arena, the three of them laughing and jabbing at each either with words instead of weapons. For just a few minutes she realized for the first time in her eighteen years just how screwed up her life was. Then she ordered a stiff drink and downed it in three gulps.
When the time came she stood before President Snow and accepted her crown graciously. She smiled wide for the cameras, revealing the alteration she’d had done to her adoring public for the first time: her eye teeth elongated and sharpened to fine points. The crowd went wild.
In the time since her victory Adelaide has gone on to add dancing to her list of talents, right alongside pristine balance and murder. She moved to the Victor’s Village shortly after her in and recently adopted a chubby red fruit bat she’s named Conrad.
She’s mentored on and off, usually with her own former mentor, Giles. Their relationship has improved over the years, depending on who you ask. They still butt heads constantly but they’ve gotten to the point where she can break into his apartment and sleep on his couch without him calling the Peacekeepers on her and they can spend their nights watching Capitol television and snarking about Capitol fashion together.
In both the Capitol and her district, she’s quite the social butterfly. In the past few years alone she’s been “romantically” linked to all sorts of high-ranking Capitol politicians though she plays coy with how many of the rumored trysts are true. She religiously reads the Capitol tabloids to see whose bastard child she’s having this week.
Now with the endless Games well underway and the attack on the Capitol, Adelaide has decided things are finally looking interesting enough for her to make a special trip to the Capitol to help mentor the new D1 tributes.
Presentation: During her games, Adelaide played up being the sassy femme fatale. She was flirty and chatty in her interviews and socialized well with her fellow Career tributes during training. It seemed like she was all set to be with her once inside the arena up until she tore out a boy’s throat with her teeth and ran into the jungle alone during the sprint to the Cornucopia. This solidified her as the wild card in the Career deck that year.
Even fourteen years later she’s very publically retained a confident Career attitude. She’s happy to be interviewed when the Games roll around and discussing how eager she is to mentor yet another District 1 victor that year then gleefully retell stories of her bloody victory, all the while flashing a dazzling fanged smile for the cameras. Her bloodthirsty attitude is almost as infamous as her
As a mentor Adelaide is highly competent. She does have some less than savory habits (flirting with the oldest tributes, favoring one tribute over the other in training if they seem to be more capable) but her first priority is always getting one of her tributes out of the arena alive. She rides them hard in training to get them as ready as they can be. She’s tough and can be harsh but not quite to the point of needless cruelty.
But just because she’s not cruel doesn’t mean she can’t be mean. She’s friendly enough if you stay on her good side, prone to teasing and laughing at other people’s expense. Her special type of affection involves a complete lack of personal space and endless teasing. Get on her bad side though and you’re in for a world of hurt and insults directed straight at your personal hygiene just to start.
Motivations: To be quite honest Adelaide is kind of a bitch with some very grey morals about her. She's not evil, per se. It’s more like she lost track of her moral code (if she had one in the first place) and decided she didn't care enough to try to find it again.
Adelaide is almost entirely self-motivated. If something doesn’t benefit her, she’s unlikely to do it. She does what she wants on her own terms and anyone who decides
it's a good idea to get in her way had better watch themselves. This can be tied in with her being a very clearly opportunist. When she sees an opening she takes it and doesn't look back. She is not afraid to take risks and if there are consequences she’ll deal with them later. Her life motto is basically “I do what I want”.
Despite being quite the flirt and having an active sex life around her district and the Capitol when she’s there, Adelaide has continued her trend of shallow relationships. She has acquaintances, contacts and lovers but not really any friends. She doesn’t see anything wrong with this. With as selfish as she is, it takes a lot for her to feel close to someone beyond her usual flirting/insulting. If she were so inclined she’d have few people she could list off that she ever felt truly close to, two of which died in her Games.
Adelaide will do what she must to get sponsors for her tributes, whether it involves piling on the charm and sex appeal or going a few steps farther. Whether it’s because just wants to see one of her tributes crowned as a victor or if she really does care enough about them to go that far is up for debate. Once sponsored items are secured, she sends them into the arena with a personalized (usually snarky but helpful) little note with her personalized insignia on it.
SAMPLES
Thread: Musebox thread with AU!Giles and AU!Integra Hellsing
Prose: When they had first told Adelaide she was to report to the Gamemakers she’d been perplexed. One minute she was having an afternoon cocktail and flirting with her favorite delivery boy at the Tribute Tower and the next she’s being escorted by Peacekeepers to the elevator. As much as she tried to charm them into giving her some answers as to why they remained stone-faced. She never did get the fun ones.
It wasn’t until she was being half-shoved onto the elevator and made a suggestive comment about liking a little roughness that she was struck by a wave of deja vu. Even fourteen years after the fact she could still clearly remember being escort down that same elevator fourteen years ago with her district partner and mentor, the three of them bickering the entire way down. A smile twitched at her lips at the memory but it quickly faded as she watched one of the Peacekeepers hit the button for the training floor. Either one of her tributes was causing trouble down there or there was something very off going on.
The ride was quick and the moment Adelaide stepped off the elevator she was unceremoniously ushered straight into the training room where the Gamemakers waited, getting a brisk explanation that she had been selected to once again participate in the Hunger Games. Her mouth went dry.
Her gaze went from the various stations she hadn’t had to interact with since she was a teenager to the faces of the Gamemakers behind their near invisible forcefield. She recognized every one of their faces. She’d chatted them up at social events, danced with them at lavish Capitol parties, even spent the night with a few of them. At least one had been there the first time she’d gone through this song and dance. Now they expected her to once again entertain them here with her own special brand of violence then throw her back into the arena to slaughter children.
Adelaide flashed the Gamemakers a wide grin, all bright eyes and sparkling white fangs. “Oh, boys, have I got a few new tricks to show you.” This was going to be fun.
What is your character scored: With Adelaide being a Career victor, particularly vicious when provoked and her age advantage, she could easily score an 8 or 9 on the physical aspect alone. Add to that her natural charm and flirtatious personality and her score can easily be bumped to a 10.
Additional information:
Past victor: Adelaide was the victor of the 61st Hunger Games. Being 18 when she became a victor this makes her 32 currently.
The arena for the 61st Games was based loosely on Neverland from the classic ‘Peter Pan’. The whole arena was set-up like an island surrounded by salt water. The island itself was jungle-like, humid and full of trees and thick vines. Hidden among the vines were camouflaged rope ladders that led high up into the canopy where small huts were tucked away. The huts were sturdy and big enough to fit two tributes inside comfortably for a night but come the daytime they made tributes easy targets for the giant toucan and jaguar muttations.
A seemingly vast ocean surrounded the arena. It really only led out a couple hundred yards from the shore before it was stopped by the barrier but the perspective made it seem bigger. For fresh water and a food source there were plenty of lagoons full of edible fish and shellfish. Unfortunately for the tributes only a few were fresh water and not salt. The largest freshwater lagoon was located in the center of the island but it was full of horrific man-eating mermaid muttations.
Scattered throughout the jungle were clearings (much more comfortable than the thick air of the jungle but they left tributes completely exposed) and cliffs that dropped off into more sharp rocks and spikes. There were rope bridges attached to the ledges of the cliffs, going from one side of the island to the other, but they were shabby at best and more than one snapped under the weight of a tribute, sending the unfortunate soul screaming to their death. The tributes had to cross similar bridges to get from their launch pads to the Cornucopia. Theirs consisted of three ropes, one to walk on and the other two to hold onto.
Past victor AU: Adelaide is from District 1 and her loyalties are primarily to her district and the Capitol. Both have been good to her and she in turn is good to them. But she is by nature pretty fickle. If/when things start to go bad for the Capitol there’s no guarantee that’s where her loyalties would remain. Once the rebellion gets going, if it starts looking like the rebels are a more appealing side to take or the Capitol does something she considers a personal insult she’s likely to jump ship.
Hunger Games AU and OC: If the Capitol were to bring in Adelaide’s canon doppelganger the most likely reason would be because in her time Adelaide was a popular tribute and then a popular victor. Having a second Adelaide, especially one with the novelty of being non-human, would likely stir up the interest of Capitolites who had been and/or still are fans of hers. It would be a sort of novelty nostalgia trip except with more brutal murder.
Adelaide herself would find the concept of having another version of herself in the arena thrilling. She’d love to meet the canon Adelaide and watch her fight in the arena to see their similarities and differences in that situation. Honestly, the whole thing would feed into her ego something fierce and she’d eat it up.
Name: Lynny
Other characters: Neophyte Redglare [Homestuck]
IN CHARACTER
Name: Adelaide [AU name: Adelaide Aldegona]
Fandom: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name
Canon point/AU: AU
Journal:
victorysassPB: Haifa Wehbe mixed with canon art.
History: [Canon] We as readers know very little about Adelaide before Conrad hires Hanna and his undead partner to shoo her out of his apartment. She was turned into a vampire a very long time ago (though she won't give her age) by a "handsome bastard of a vampire". At some point in her vampire life she became a regular customer of Lamont Toucey, a delivery man who specialized in a particular type of customer: the non-human kind.
A few months prior the start of the story she got into a bit of trouble with two other vampires, Casimiro and Finas. She already had a less than friendly relationship with them and somehow she ended up cursed to stay in her bat form. Her power severely limited in that form and she was unable to change back without the assistance of someone highly skilled in magic.
In her weakened condition she found her way into the apartment of Conrad Achenleck but she wasn't exactly the most pleasant roommate to have. Conrad wasn't too pleased to be sharing his loft with a bat and Adelaide thought he was a useless twat. They apparently clashed both verbally and physically. Despite her small size, she could still easily able to claw Conrad up enough to send him running to a paranormal investigator for help in getting her out. Upon Conrad's return with Hanna and his new zombie partner Adelaide was less than enthused.
She was reasonable when Hanna tried to reason with her. She offered him a deal: if he helped her she'd leave Conrad's home. Tit for tat, everybody wins. After offering a not-so-subtle threat to Conrad and throwing him and {...} out of the apartment she and Hanna got to work. He performed the ritual she needed to be freed admirably and she was able to return to human form once again. She even complimented Hanna on his skills before letting Conrad and {...} back into the apartment.
Being a woman of opportunity, she used Hanna's vomiting of blood as a distraction to gain the upper hand and punch his concerned partner in the face. {...} struck back. There was a brief scuffle between them that ended with Adelaide ripping off his arm and throwing him to the ground. She in a way, telling him the attack was nothing personal.
Then Conrad decided to be the hero and attacked her from behind, wrapping his belt around her neck in an attempt to choke her. Unfortunately for him, vampires don't breathe. Her heel made acquaintances with his balls then she heaved him over her shoulder like a sack of wimpy potatoes and fled to the roof to have a long overdue meal. By the time Hanna and {...} made it to the roof she'd already drained Conrad dry.
Once again she used the element of surprise against the pair. She attacked Hanna, demanding to know why he reeked of death while being very clearly alive. She never got her answer because {...} came to Hanna's defense by driving the claw end of Hanna's hammer into Adelaide's shoulder. She once again fled and isn't seen again until later. Her return wasn't exactly quiet either: she just suddenly appears in the back of Lamont's car with a vampire hunter named Abner VanSlyke hot on her heels (and Lamont's wheels). When VanSlyke rammed into Lamont's car, Adelaide joins the boys in fleeing.
[And then the comic was never updated again. :(]
AU History: Adelaide Aldegona was born to a wealthy District One family, the only child of a past District 1 Career victor and her husband. From a young age, even before she began training as a Career, self-reliance and independence were hammered into her head by her parents, her mother in particular. She was taught to trust few, keep her relationships shallow and depend only on herself. Their reasoning was, in the basically inevitable event she’d be chosen in a reaping or volunteer as a tribute, she’d be mentally prepared for the arena. She took these lessons to heart and as a result had few, if any, real friends as a child. True, she was very social and never wanted for playmates but if someone had asked her to name her best friend she would have been at a loss.
Adelaide began her Career training at age eight and she thrived in the competitive, high-tension setting. From her first day she excelled at anything having to do with climbing and being high up. She continued her trend of shallow relationships, gradually expanding into having some on and off romantic relationships as she grew older. When she was eighteen she volunteered as tribute during her last eligible Reaping, much to the relief of the eleven year old girl who had originally been reaped. She went to the Capitol with her head held high and District partner (an ex-boyfriend of hers whom she’d gotten caught sneaking around with the previous year) at her side, ready to take on the Games and win.
Unfortunately for her, her mentor wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. Rupert “Ripper” Giles had won the Hunger Games five years before, when Adelaide was thirteen. Despite being from the same district and being trained Careers, they had never met before the train ride to the Capitol. She’d been a big fan of his during his Games, admiring his bad boy persona in his interviews and his viciousness in the arena. She was initially thrilled when she found out he would be mentoring her but that thrill quickly faded when she discovered he was drunk, utterly miserable and seemed wary of his new tributes, particularly her. By the time they reached the Capitol the escort had to keep the three of them separated in their rooms because Adelaide had gotten into violent arguments with both men and ended up telling Giles just how useless she thought he was and elbowing her partner in the stomach.
Her time in the Capitol preparing for the Games was a mite less dramatic. She got along well with her stylists and allowed them to primp and bedazzle her as they wished for the presentation of the tributes. By the time she climbed onto the chariot she was, in her own opinion, dazzling. Amethyst jewels had been clipped into her hair and a short dress made entirely of the same sparkling purple gems hugged her small frame. Her partner didn’t look half bad either but he acted incessantly distracting, continuously trying to hold her hand or “accidentally” touching the small of her back. The entire time Adelaide smiled and waved to the crowd, catching roses and throwing back winks. More than once she swung around to wave to the other side of the crowd and “accidentally” smacked her district partner in the face.
Adelaide was dutiful in her training, focusing heavily on the hand-to-hand combat and camouflage stations while keeping her time at the climbing nets limited to near the end of the training sessions. She played nice with the other Careers, flirting and playing up being the femme fatale of that year. Throughout training she kept an eye on two boys from the lower districts, 6 and 12 respectively, that seemed to be inseparable from the moment they stepped into the training room. To her they looked to be surprisingly capable and she decided, if they survived more than a few days in the arena, that they could be useful to her.
Behind the scenes Adelaide continued to butt heads with her mentor. In her eyes he wasn’t only an apathetic drunk who was doing an awful job of mentoring her. He was boring. When she’d volunteered she had hoped to be taught by Ripper the Victor, not Rupert the Drunk. More than once she snapped at him that he was a District One victor and that he should act like it and stop moping around the suite with a glass of whiskey. She even continued to call him Ripper despite his asking to be called by his actual name. Her pushing to break him out of his melancholy and his shoving back while trying to get her to be a more compassionate person would quickly become a constant in their relationship as mentors after her victory.
[Details involving mentor!Giles have been discussed and agreed upon with the player.]
When the Games finally began Adelaide, with the advantage of her excellent balance, was one of the first to skitter across her individual rope bridge that separated her and the other tributes from the Cornucopia. Once her feet were on solid ground she made a sprint for the Cornucopia but when she saw the boy from 2 heading toward the same pack she was she made the decision that would end up cementing her as one of the highlights of that year’s Hunger Games.
He outweighed her by at least fifty pounds and had nearly a foot of height on her but she knew how to use her petite-ness to her advantage. She leapt at him, latching onto his back with her legs around forearms to pin them to his sides and a fistful of his hair in her hand. She had no weapons on hand so she did the next best thing: she yanked his head back and sank her teeth into his throat. The District 2 boy howled and tried to free his arms to yank her off but she held on. Her teeth sank into his jugular, puncturing the vein and sending an arterial spray of blood across her face. She finally let go and jumped off him, not waiting to see him sink to the ground and bleed to death before grabbing the pack they’d both wanted and fleeing into the thick of the jungle.
The death toll for the first day ended with eight, six killed at the Cornucopia and two from pitfall traps scattered throughout the arena. Adelaide primarily stayed high for the first few days, lurking among the canopy alone. The pack she’d picked up contained a sleeping bag, dehydrated meat and fruit, a canteen of water and a bowie knife. Giles also sent her a sponsor gift of more water on the first day, which she used to wash the blood off her face.
She slept little, mainly in the straw huts hidden among the treetops. More than once she was discovered by a fellow tribute and she had to choose between fight and flight. She killed two tributes within the first week, bringing the total death count to thirteen.
Adelaide rationed the pack food carefully but the water went faster than she wanted in the heavy humidity of the jungle. She was forced to make her way out of the jungle and to one of the few freshwater lagoons on the island arena. The largest was the closest to her and even though she didn’t trust it she knew she didn’t have much of a choice. She went at night when there was a smaller likelihood of coming across other tributes or the muttations she’d heard during the day.
She just managed to drink her fill and load up her two canteens when something cold and wet wrapped around her ankle and half-dragged her into the water. It was a mermaid muttation. It was a terrifying creature with teeth like a piranha, eyes as solid black as a shark’s, a lower half like a spinney fish and patches of brown scales covering its torso. Adelaide had to swallow bile at the sight of it before she regained her composure enough to kick it in the face.
The muttation refused to loosen its grip. It dragged her into the lagoon and made a near successful attempt at drowning her. But she wasn’t about to let herself get killed by The Creature from the Black Lagoon. She fought back under the water, kicking and clawing. She finally managed to break free and get to the surface so she could scramble to the shore.
The muttation wasn’t about to let her get away that easily though. It followed her and grabbed her leg again while she struggled to catch her breath and wrench her bowie knife from her belt. This time it sank its teeth into her calf. Adelaide screamed in pain and finally managed to free her knife, shoving the blade straight through the creature’s eye.
When it was dead she shoved it away, unintentionally breaking off a few teeth in her wound in the process. Angry, exhausted and in pain, she still gutted the carcass and left it to rot in the water. She ended up breaking off the blade of her knife in the corpse, which just frustrated her further. The water on that area of the lagoon would be undrinkable now. Good thing she had no intention of sticking around this part of the island. She grabbed her pack off the shore and limped back into the jungle.
She didn’t make it far before she was ambushed. The two boys she’d watched during training had indeed survived the first week but they were worse off than she was. The boy from 6, Fin, looked tense and exhausted. The district 12 boy, Cas, had a thick bandage tied around the right side of his face. Judging by the amount of fresh blood on it she guessed his eye was gone, recently too.
The next few minutes were tense. Fin, just a head taller than Adelaide but by far the strongest of the three, had her arms in a lock behind her back. It would have been impossible for her to break it without dislocating her shoulder. Cas, the tallest but skinny from a lifetime of being underfed, had a sword he’d snagged off a dead Career pointed at her throat.
Cas was all set to run her through and be done with it. One less tribute for them to worry about and one step closer to the Games being over. Fin disagreed. He reasoned that they should make an alliance with her. They’d survived this long mostly by good fortune, Fin’s quick thinking and Cas’s fighting experience. With a Career on their side they had a better chance. Cas was still leery of her, citing her wounded leg and suspicion she could be bait for a Career pack trap. Adelaide snapped that if she was with the other Careers she wouldn’t have torn the throat out of one of them within five minutes of the games starting.
At that moment a silver parachute fluttered down and landed conveniently in Adelaide’s hands. She opened the attached container and found first aid supplies; medicine, needle and thread, tweezers and enough bandages for her leg and Cas’s eye. They came with a note with a single word, “Behave.” There was no name on the card but she knew it was from her mentor. He wanted her to stick with the boys. It would show she had some compassion and with how the bite was positioned it would be easier to clean and stitch with another person doing it.
Although she did throw an irritated glance skyward, she relented and suggested deal with the boys. She knew the best places to camp. She’d show them and not try to kill them. In return they wouldn’t stab her and Fin would help her with her injury. They’d pool their food and water and be better off for it. Quid pro quo. The deal was accepted, though reluctantly and with a lot of ugly sneering from Cas.
To the credit of both sides, the deal was kept by all involved. No one was stabbed. The three settled into a canopy hut for the next week. Fin tended to her leg and Cas put a fresh bandage on where his eye used to be. At night they took turns with guard duty. Since two of them were too injured to be of much use in hunting or gathering, they split the food supply and passed the time by talking (or arguing where Adelaide and Cas were concerned).
Adelaide learned that Fin was an only child and his parents were merchants. He was eighteen and has gotten married that past winter. A photo of his young wife was his token. Cas was the second oldest in a large family of six children. He worked in the coal mines with his father and older brother. He had a younger brother and three younger sisters. Adelaide talked a little about her Career training and growing up with her slightly unhinged Hunger Games victor mother. It was strangely cathartic for her. It was rare she met anyone who, when they found out who her mother was, didn’t ask if she could get them an autograph.
While she and Fin got along well enough, Cas continued to despise her. They were opposites in so many ways, Adelaide with her luxury district upbringing and he and his family struggling to get by for his entire life. She was still holding a grudge against him for wanting to kill her sooner than speak to her (highly hypocritical, yes but that’s Adelaide.) They argued often, sassing back and forth for hours on end while Fin stepped in only to keep things from accelerating into violence. How they wound up aggressively kissing a few times was beyond her but when it happened it got even more heated than their arguments- right up until Fin poured icy salt water over their heads to get them to stop.
The days passed and the cannons sounded for every death. Adelaide paid close attention when they did, marking off another tally in her head. By the time the third week began the cannon had boomed five times. Six tributes left and she was with two of them. It was the middle of the night, two days into week three, serving her turn on guard duty when she heard the screech of one of the enormous toucan muttations and a girl’s terrified scream cut short. The cannon sounded a few seconds later. Five tributes left including Adelaide herself.
She spent a long time wrestling with herself over what to do. It would be easiest to just kill them while they slept. A quick, merciful snap of the neck and it would be over for them and she’d be that much closer to the victory. The act was easier said than done. As much as she knew it was what she should do, she found it was a lot harder to kill a boy who’s had his hand up your shirt than it should be. She liked them far too much to even mercy kill them now, even knowing it was possible the final two would come down to her and one of them. Now she knew why she’d been told not to get attached from the time she could crawl.
Instead she quietly gathered up half their combined supplies and shoved them into her pack. Her leg had healed considerably thanks to the medicine and bandages Giles had sent and it wouldn’t be difficult for her to sneak away before Cas woke up for his shift at guarding the hut. She wrote a note on the back of Giles’s card using berry juice and her fingernail, a short and sweet “No hard feelings, boys ♥” and then she was off
In the morning light karma came back around to bite her in the ass. She’d paused in her tribute hunting to have a snack and was caught off guard by the boy from district five whose name she hadn’t bothered to learn in training. He caught her from behind, driving the claw end of a hammer into her shoulder and causing her to let out a surprised screech of pain. She swung her other arm backward, her fist catching him in the throat and sending him reeling into a hidden pitfall trap. The cannon sounded moments after his body was impaled on the spikes. Four tributes left. In a haze of pain Adelaide briefly wondered who in their right mind fights with a hammer. She took it with her regardless. It was better than nothing.
Her jungle lurking was fruitless until nightfall, when she accidentally found her way back to the picked over Cornucopia. She heard another cannon sound before she was out of the jungle. She would later find out it had been for Fin, who had been knocked into the crescent-shaped pit of spikes that surrounded the Cornucopia. What she did see was Cas and her district partner going after each other like rabid dogs. Adelaide hid high, watching from between the vines with narrowed eyes.
The fight didn’t last long. Cas fought hard and fast but with one perfectly timed swipe of a blade his throat was opened and he fell, choking on his own blood. It was then Adelaide got mad. She was perfectly aware this was a near inevitability. There could only be one victor after all. But still she felt a fury bubbling inside her chest she was unfamiliar with. Cas and Fin had been hers, the first people she’d ever felt honestly close to and now they were both dead. Howdare her district partner, her former boyfriend, take what was hers? The radiating, constant pain in her shoulder just amplified her anger until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her rage overtook her and she pounced from the trees, hammer in hand, and swung hard. Her very presence caught him by surprise and he didn’t have time to finish saying her name before the blunt end of the hammer caught him on the side of the head. He went down and she kept hitting him, bashing his skull until his face was unrecognizable. The final cannon went off; the moment when a tribute becomes a victor.
Adelaide, splattered in blood from head to toe in blood that was and wasn’t hers and still bleeding from her shoulder, stood silent as the head Gamemaker’s voice came from nowhere to proudly announce her victor of the 61st annual Hunger Games.
She was given a few days to recover from her injuries before her crowning. Her shoulder wound wasn’t deep enough to do lasting damage but for the rest of her life it would get uncomfortably stiff in the cold. Adelaide spent her time in recovery acting like any other Career victor: proud, self-assured, and enthused to have survived. She even shamelessly flirted with the medical staff. While she was there she had a minor cosmetic procedure done, a small gift to herself.
The night of her crowning her stylists had a field day with her. They dressed her in a short dress similar to the one she’d worn in the chariot, this time using blood red jewels and with a neckline that plunged down practically to her naval. They’d lined her eyes with similar tiny red gems and made her up to look even paler than she was naturally save for her bright red lips. All the while they gleefully babbled about how the red was meant to “symbolize her bloody path to victory”. She thought she looked like some kind of beautiful monster from old stories. She was surprisingly okay with that.
It wasn’t until she was left alone within the hour of the ceremony that her experiences in the arena finally began to sink in. She thought of Fin and his wife who was too young to be a widow. She thought of Cas’s large, hungry family. She remembered the time that had been joyously wasted in the arena, the three of them laughing and jabbing at each either with words instead of weapons. For just a few minutes she realized for the first time in her eighteen years just how screwed up her life was. Then she ordered a stiff drink and downed it in three gulps.
When the time came she stood before President Snow and accepted her crown graciously. She smiled wide for the cameras, revealing the alteration she’d had done to her adoring public for the first time: her eye teeth elongated and sharpened to fine points. The crowd went wild.
In the time since her victory Adelaide has gone on to add dancing to her list of talents, right alongside pristine balance and murder. She moved to the Victor’s Village shortly after her in and recently adopted a chubby red fruit bat she’s named Conrad.
She’s mentored on and off, usually with her own former mentor, Giles. Their relationship has improved over the years, depending on who you ask. They still butt heads constantly but they’ve gotten to the point where she can break into his apartment and sleep on his couch without him calling the Peacekeepers on her and they can spend their nights watching Capitol television and snarking about Capitol fashion together.
In both the Capitol and her district, she’s quite the social butterfly. In the past few years alone she’s been “romantically” linked to all sorts of high-ranking Capitol politicians though she plays coy with how many of the rumored trysts are true. She religiously reads the Capitol tabloids to see whose bastard child she’s having this week.
Now with the endless Games well underway and the attack on the Capitol, Adelaide has decided things are finally looking interesting enough for her to make a special trip to the Capitol to help mentor the new D1 tributes.
Presentation: During her games, Adelaide played up being the sassy femme fatale. She was flirty and chatty in her interviews and socialized well with her fellow Career tributes during training. It seemed like she was all set to be with her once inside the arena up until she tore out a boy’s throat with her teeth and ran into the jungle alone during the sprint to the Cornucopia. This solidified her as the wild card in the Career deck that year.
Even fourteen years later she’s very publically retained a confident Career attitude. She’s happy to be interviewed when the Games roll around and discussing how eager she is to mentor yet another District 1 victor that year then gleefully retell stories of her bloody victory, all the while flashing a dazzling fanged smile for the cameras. Her bloodthirsty attitude is almost as infamous as her
As a mentor Adelaide is highly competent. She does have some less than savory habits (flirting with the oldest tributes, favoring one tribute over the other in training if they seem to be more capable) but her first priority is always getting one of her tributes out of the arena alive. She rides them hard in training to get them as ready as they can be. She’s tough and can be harsh but not quite to the point of needless cruelty.
But just because she’s not cruel doesn’t mean she can’t be mean. She’s friendly enough if you stay on her good side, prone to teasing and laughing at other people’s expense. Her special type of affection involves a complete lack of personal space and endless teasing. Get on her bad side though and you’re in for a world of hurt and insults directed straight at your personal hygiene just to start.
Motivations: To be quite honest Adelaide is kind of a bitch with some very grey morals about her. She's not evil, per se. It’s more like she lost track of her moral code (if she had one in the first place) and decided she didn't care enough to try to find it again.
Adelaide is almost entirely self-motivated. If something doesn’t benefit her, she’s unlikely to do it. She does what she wants on her own terms and anyone who decides
it's a good idea to get in her way had better watch themselves. This can be tied in with her being a very clearly opportunist. When she sees an opening she takes it and doesn't look back. She is not afraid to take risks and if there are consequences she’ll deal with them later. Her life motto is basically “I do what I want”.
Despite being quite the flirt and having an active sex life around her district and the Capitol when she’s there, Adelaide has continued her trend of shallow relationships. She has acquaintances, contacts and lovers but not really any friends. She doesn’t see anything wrong with this. With as selfish as she is, it takes a lot for her to feel close to someone beyond her usual flirting/insulting. If she were so inclined she’d have few people she could list off that she ever felt truly close to, two of which died in her Games.
Adelaide will do what she must to get sponsors for her tributes, whether it involves piling on the charm and sex appeal or going a few steps farther. Whether it’s because just wants to see one of her tributes crowned as a victor or if she really does care enough about them to go that far is up for debate. Once sponsored items are secured, she sends them into the arena with a personalized (usually snarky but helpful) little note with her personalized insignia on it.
SAMPLES
Thread: Musebox thread with AU!Giles and AU!Integra Hellsing
Prose: When they had first told Adelaide she was to report to the Gamemakers she’d been perplexed. One minute she was having an afternoon cocktail and flirting with her favorite delivery boy at the Tribute Tower and the next she’s being escorted by Peacekeepers to the elevator. As much as she tried to charm them into giving her some answers as to why they remained stone-faced. She never did get the fun ones.
It wasn’t until she was being half-shoved onto the elevator and made a suggestive comment about liking a little roughness that she was struck by a wave of deja vu. Even fourteen years after the fact she could still clearly remember being escort down that same elevator fourteen years ago with her district partner and mentor, the three of them bickering the entire way down. A smile twitched at her lips at the memory but it quickly faded as she watched one of the Peacekeepers hit the button for the training floor. Either one of her tributes was causing trouble down there or there was something very off going on.
The ride was quick and the moment Adelaide stepped off the elevator she was unceremoniously ushered straight into the training room where the Gamemakers waited, getting a brisk explanation that she had been selected to once again participate in the Hunger Games. Her mouth went dry.
Her gaze went from the various stations she hadn’t had to interact with since she was a teenager to the faces of the Gamemakers behind their near invisible forcefield. She recognized every one of their faces. She’d chatted them up at social events, danced with them at lavish Capitol parties, even spent the night with a few of them. At least one had been there the first time she’d gone through this song and dance. Now they expected her to once again entertain them here with her own special brand of violence then throw her back into the arena to slaughter children.
Adelaide flashed the Gamemakers a wide grin, all bright eyes and sparkling white fangs. “Oh, boys, have I got a few new tricks to show you.” This was going to be fun.
What is your character scored: With Adelaide being a Career victor, particularly vicious when provoked and her age advantage, she could easily score an 8 or 9 on the physical aspect alone. Add to that her natural charm and flirtatious personality and her score can easily be bumped to a 10.
Additional information:
Past victor: Adelaide was the victor of the 61st Hunger Games. Being 18 when she became a victor this makes her 32 currently.
The arena for the 61st Games was based loosely on Neverland from the classic ‘Peter Pan’. The whole arena was set-up like an island surrounded by salt water. The island itself was jungle-like, humid and full of trees and thick vines. Hidden among the vines were camouflaged rope ladders that led high up into the canopy where small huts were tucked away. The huts were sturdy and big enough to fit two tributes inside comfortably for a night but come the daytime they made tributes easy targets for the giant toucan and jaguar muttations.
A seemingly vast ocean surrounded the arena. It really only led out a couple hundred yards from the shore before it was stopped by the barrier but the perspective made it seem bigger. For fresh water and a food source there were plenty of lagoons full of edible fish and shellfish. Unfortunately for the tributes only a few were fresh water and not salt. The largest freshwater lagoon was located in the center of the island but it was full of horrific man-eating mermaid muttations.
Scattered throughout the jungle were clearings (much more comfortable than the thick air of the jungle but they left tributes completely exposed) and cliffs that dropped off into more sharp rocks and spikes. There were rope bridges attached to the ledges of the cliffs, going from one side of the island to the other, but they were shabby at best and more than one snapped under the weight of a tribute, sending the unfortunate soul screaming to their death. The tributes had to cross similar bridges to get from their launch pads to the Cornucopia. Theirs consisted of three ropes, one to walk on and the other two to hold onto.
Past victor AU: Adelaide is from District 1 and her loyalties are primarily to her district and the Capitol. Both have been good to her and she in turn is good to them. But she is by nature pretty fickle. If/when things start to go bad for the Capitol there’s no guarantee that’s where her loyalties would remain. Once the rebellion gets going, if it starts looking like the rebels are a more appealing side to take or the Capitol does something she considers a personal insult she’s likely to jump ship.
Hunger Games AU and OC: If the Capitol were to bring in Adelaide’s canon doppelganger the most likely reason would be because in her time Adelaide was a popular tribute and then a popular victor. Having a second Adelaide, especially one with the novelty of being non-human, would likely stir up the interest of Capitolites who had been and/or still are fans of hers. It would be a sort of novelty nostalgia trip except with more brutal murder.
Adelaide herself would find the concept of having another version of herself in the arena thrilling. She’d love to meet the canon Adelaide and watch her fight in the arena to see their similarities and differences in that situation. Honestly, the whole thing would feed into her ego something fierce and she’d eat it up.
