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cody fern . demi male . he / they ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s LYSANDER CRANE , the THIRTY-FOUR year old CELEBRITY / SPONSOR from THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around THIRTY-FOUR YEARS, long enough to gain a reputation for being so ADAPTABLE & DISHONEST . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )

Basic Information Full Name: Lysander Ignatius Aurelius Crane Nicknames: N/A Age: 34 District: The Capitol Gender: Demi male Pronouns: He / they Orientation: Demiromantic bisexual Profession: Apprentice gamemaker, celebrity / sponsor

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Cody Fern Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Grey ( their left eye has a slightly more blue tone due to being a cybernetic replacement after their disappearance ) Height: 5'10" Piercings: Lobes and upper lobes in both ears, diath & orbital conch in their left ear, tragus in their right ear Scars: A jagged scar from their right hip that curls to the middle of their back, a scar across his lower right ribs, a horizontal scar under his left eye, scars that circle both wrists, a thin scar along the base of his throat

Relationships

Father: Seneca Crane (deceased) Mother: Eurydice Crane (deceased) Extended Family: Livinia Crane (cousin), Augustus Crane (cousin), Maxim Crane (cousin), Helena Crane (cousin), Aurelius Crane (cousin) Significant Other: Voltaire Owens (lover)

Extra

MBTI: ENTJ-A (The Commander) Temperament: Sanguine Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Charity Element: Air

BIO-[TW: MENTION OF MURDER, TORTURE, BLACKMAIL]

a weight was on lysander's shoulders, even at a young age. the child of the seneca crane--the beloved head gamemaker of the capitol--and his wife, a well-respected fashion designer, you could scarcely find a store in the capitol that didn't have her designs in the front window--or a capitol elite without at least one outfit made personally for them by eurydice crane.

eyes turned to him expectantly, wondering just how this crane would make a name for themselves. his parents loved lysander, he never doubted that even when they spent more time with caretakers and tutors than his actual parents--when their cousins became something closer to siblings due to how frequently lysander was there instead of their own home. their parents were busy--that didn't take the sting away.

and then there were the games. like so many among the capitol, lysander watched them with starry eyed wonder--enthralled by the pageantry, intrigued by the violence, a fan of the victors that stepped out of that arena--changed and adored by so many. when they got older, there were times where even lysander was allowed to spend time with his father at work, trailing after him and watching it all with awe, wishing for nothing more than to have a hand in this.

another crane that would make their mark by making the hunger games as memorable as possible. his father pulled strings, allowed lysander to get an unofficial apprenticeship at very young age. ambition ran strong in lysander even then, they wanted to learn. they wanted to impress.

he's fourteen when some berries are held up before the cameras--fourteen when peacekeepers take their father away. his mother reassures him, 'it's just to talk with president snow, that's all.' and that made sense, seneca always answered to snow--lysander had even met the president by that point, dressed sharply and told to keep his head high--'be respectful'.

he's fourteen when that perfect life is shattered as easily as the door to their manor was. he's fourteen when his mother grips his arms and holds him behind her, acting as a shield between her child and the peacekeepers who approached. lysander doesn't understand why she's crying or why they are ripped from her arms. his last memory of his mother is her voice screaming for them to not take lysander.

there were rules--to the capitol, to the games. seneca had broken them. the capitol had to make sure it didn't happen again. that any rebellious ideas he might have planted in his son's head were dug out, destroyed before they could grow.

he's fourteen when he experiences pain for the first time. not the kind that came from a scraped knee after playing with his cousins, easily swept away by the soothing voice of his mother. real pain. the kind that had them screaming and clawing at the walls of the cell they had been thrown in until his throat feels raw. until they can't manage even that anymore. the kind that has him sobbing and begging to know what he did wrong. fourteen is too young to understand the sins of his father. the kind that left scars that the capitol would never allow him to remove. never allow him to forget.

it is over a year before the presumed 'missing' lysander crane graces the capitol again. that beloved child returned to the welcome arms of an adoring capitol--the prodigal son, who returned when their parents didn't. they don't even notice the distance in those gray eyes, expertly hidden behind a boyish smile.

president snow still kept a firm grip on the back of lysander's neck--refusing to let lysander out of his sight, or to have free reign to do as he wished. that dream of following in their father's footsteps was swiftly smashed, snow wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

they had wanted all rebellious ideas broken out of them--and it worked. for years lysander was that loyal puppet of the capitol. say what they wanted, do what they wanted, stay in line. they became a promoter for the games--working at network ran by his uncle, alongside cousins that had withdrawn from lysander. close enough to the games that the citizens would be happy but far enough away to do any potential damage. they were left their fortune, the sole heir of seneca and eurydice. they were allowed to sponsor tributes--but only those who were cleared by the capitol.

what happened to lysander had earned his utter obedience---for a time. but that pain and fear turned to anger and bitterness. the capitol had taken everything from him--threatened to take more if he didn't comply. they had hoped that by staying out of trouble, they would be allowed their life back. it is ironic that in attempting to break a child of any rebellious ideas--they planted the seeds for them.

they're 26 when they join the rebels--a move that surprised some in district 13. and for a long time, they kept lysander on a similar leash. but over time, he earned their trust.

lysander deals in information--a socialite makes plenty of friends who like to deal in secrets and whispers. but they had more than that. those reports and promotions? they learned to read between the lines to find the information that capitol wants kept from the masses. they learned which tributes and victors were under watch or downright suspected--the ones from districts they couldn't sponsor.

lysander grew to appreciate the irony. that president snow had his puppet gripped so tightly that he failed to see that it was hurting himself in the process. lysander only hopes that he remains ignorant.

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