➷ Seneca Amerius Crane

Name: Seneca Amerius Crane

Age: 32 years

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Born to two normal, wealthy Capitolites Seneca's early years were some good ones. Neither parent worked, but that still didn't give them enough time to spend much with the young boy when they weren't partying their nights away and dealing with the hangovers. The kid never really saw or acknowledged those parts, simply reveled in the moments that he actually got to spend with each of them.He could see his parents together and as far as the child understood they were a happy couple. They didn't always go out together but they did sometimes. Mid days were always his favorite, when they were willing to interact with him. His father was a bit strict on manners but the two were close. Young Seneca looked up to his father, enjoyed the days that could be just boys days. His mother was a beauty and a sweet woman when she wasn't showing off for her friends. The time at home was the best, and she encouraged young Seneca and his actively creative imagination for the most part. His father wasn't too keen on the wild nature of the boy's imagination. He thought too much, his mind wandered. He was often scolded and learned early on the concept of control and keeping his ideas within his own mind. It was difficult, but he learned. He was supposed to grow up to be content with the simplicity of the party hard Capitol life.

The majority of his young life was spent with a middle aged avox instead as a sort of sitter. The forty year old male named Cade was a kind man who had served the family since his early twenties as far as Seneca had gathered over his life. Being that the parents were almost always drunk, getting drunk, or coming down from getting drunk still in their early lives, the avox took care of their son when they weren't able. He'd play and listen to the crazy ideas the young boy could throw out at him. But there was a clear line drawn by his parents and the avox himself. He looked after the boy, that was his job, but he wasn't another parent. As the boy grew older he grew to understand better that Cade was not his friend nor his family, his lack of speech and eating around him was not a choice. He'd done bad things and taking care of Seneca and his family like he did was punishment. Although the boy didn't lose his respect for the man in many ways he developed the understanding that those like Cade were below him. But it also shaped his behavior toward them in a positive way and gave him a reason to allow his avoxes some dignity and humanity still. He owes part of who he is to that avox. And his parents didn't quite mind, it kept the active boy out of their hair when they weren't in the mood. It wasn't such a big deal in the first ten years, they all made sure that the most important people in his life were still his parents.

Then at the age of ten their ideal little family fell apart. His father left them. For another woman, another child, another life. He got bored and found something else and a bit of a mix up and for a ten year old Seneca one day the man he looked up to just wasn't there anymore. The ten year old boy who was already confused in his life wasn't entirely sure whether he should be angry or sad about the situation. He'd been so close to the man, watching his every move following his every direction, working to impress him since he understood the concept of other peoples' feelings toward him. And there he went, off to some other family. Some people who were better. The boy's mind settled on angry as time progressed. Angry at himself for not living up to expectations, angry at the man for leaving, and angry at that other family for taking him away from them. He didn't know who they were but he knew he sure hated them. And the man leaving hit him hard. A young prodigy in school, smart and creative ad always coming up with solutions, even his grades began to fall after the man left them. Cade did his best to step in as a father but he was just a house servant and for a good year Seneca refused to see him as any more and cut even what friendship ties there were for a good year or so. His mother was devastated and only increased her party attendance which left the boy to sit ad fume in his anger all on his own for most of the time.

Eventually after putting himself through the torture of 'what did I do wrong?' for a couple years he managed to pull himself out of it. He took his mother's last name, his school scores returned to their proper height, he took care of his always partying mother, and had to take care of himself for the most part. He started to speak to Cade again, but it still was not as close as he needed someone. This was also the period of time where his interest really began to form in the Games. He'd seen them since he was younger and been mildly interested, like many kids at school joining in the play fights that imitated what they'd all seen on their screens. But until recently he hadn't quite grasped the severity and importance of the Games until he actually sat down to watch everything in these difficult years. As he really began to pay attention it was then that his imaginative mind finally broke out and ideas just filled his dreams. Things that could be done, things he'd love to see and be a part of. So when he'd heard of the Gamemaker career opportunities there could be in the future, the teenager was very quick to jump into that program for school. Sure his parents hadn't worked a day in their lives but his father left him and was hardly an example to follow now, and his mother had her excuses. That didn't mean he had to live that life. There was too much going on in that head of his to just party and drink it away. So much he saw in the world that others would simply ignore. He entered the Gamemaker career track and never looked back.

Keeping up his school work had been important those next few years. His mother got slightly better and closer to her old self not to be too dependent on him anymore. He finally started to speak to Cade again, mainly to throw ideas at him when it came to his Gamemaker class homework. He was growing up fast though, hardly taking the time to have all that much fun. It was working for school, working to be better, working to impress people who really couldn't care less. Most of all he wanted to show his father that he could be something. What a mistake it had been to leave him and his mother like he had. He was still angry and bitter but he channeled that energy into his school work and later his contributions to the Games themselves. His performance was impressive, his sophistication and polite demeanor getting him far with the Gamemakers themselves. He fit in with an adult crowd and made an impression with fresh concepts and good behavior. Things went well for him, he was invited to participate in the job shadowing and he couldn't pass up that opportunity. He was at the top of his class for the program and graduated with honors and recognition after contributing a bit more to the Games that year than just sitting and watching. 

At eighteen he had graduated school and found himself in the job almost immediately. His track record in shadowing and school projects was enough, not to mention that he had shown a bit of charming personality they had quite enjoyed and welcomed onto the team. Early on his contributions were smaller than he would like. He felt like a brilliant mind they weren't quite using as well as they could. Since the acceptance into the job his confidence steadily increased and the more important he thought he was in the world. He wasn't some useless partying kid but an intelligent, creative, and useful young man with involvement in one of the most important things he could think of. A new channel to place his bitterness in a productive manner, and something to keep his mind off his dwindling family relationships. What he had left wasn't much, an avox and his mother who hardly wanted to look at the face of the young man who somewhat resembled his father. The Gamemakers became his friends and a second family and people he always strived to impress. It seemed to work as they kept him around.

At the age of twenty-two he had been very content where he was. His job was going well, he'd managed to make some good friends with some people. Even a bit more than friends with a couple of people over the last couple of years. Being young, rich, on a course for good success, and not bad looking at all he'd had quite a few dating relationships of sorts. It didn't hurt that he was a polite and well mannered individual. He was 22 when one of his ex-girlfriends, who he hadn't talked to for a couple months by that point, came back to tell him he'd become a father. She hadn't been too serious of a relationship. A short one that had ended not too horribly but they weren't friends anymore ether. Simply went their separate ways. Of course he would have denied the child, he couldn't be a father. He was in the beginnings of a great career and he was still young. Always busy. But she insisted it was his son and the timeline fit... Turned out she wasn't ready to keep the child either. Being handed a newborn was a shock but made things very real. The man felt awkward with a baby, but looking to the sleepy little face he just couldn't imagine doing the same thing his father had done with him. He was left with full custody of a newborn son despite having not experience with children of any sort since being one himself. But he was determined not to let the boy down. He was learning as a single father with a busy work life, but at least he was a quick learner. And had a little help from Cade, who Seneca's mother had sent to work for him rather than keeping around the house. The avox was getting older and she hadn't ever been extremely fond of him. It took a lot of time to find his balance between work and a child but Seneca eventually found it.

It was in his mid twenties when his successes really seemed to come out though. With unique new arena ideas and a plotting mind for manipulating tributes to their desires started to get him recognition beyond just being one of the young ones at the time. While not all of his more unusual ideas were used in that time period they were noticed, bringing some important people interested in his performance. And a bit of strategic relationships and manipulation of people did seem to help get his things where he wanted. Making friends with the senior Gamemakers also helped, and he steadily grew in his reputation with the group. When Seneca was twenty-nine the Head Gamemaker he had worked under was given retirement just before a Games. He had been an older gentleman that had just started the head position when Seneca had been hired, and the young man had respected him but not felt entirely attached to his ideas. The man was getting tired and so were his ideas, there were many reasons why most only lasted so long. It is quite possible that in a streak of ambition Seneca had sabotaged some of his boss' work to get him that forced early retirement. Not to get him killed, but the young man wasn't above a little trickery and subtle hints to the right people so that he could get what he wanted. And he very much so did get what he wanted from it.

At age 29 Seneca Crane was promoted to Head Gamemaker as the youngest to hold the position yet. The fresh ideas, the eager ambition of the young Gamemaker, and his potentially easy to sway mind made him a perfect candidate. His motivations were to impress those above him. He was still young and not quite set entirely in his ways, he could be easily controlled by someone like Snow. So they thought anyways. With the quick promotion Seneca took over lead on the 70th Games and hasn't looked back since. A part of him wonders what his father thought of him when he was introduced to Panem as the new Head Gamemaker just before the Games that year. When his son was shown to hold such a respected position. If not a dangerous position to be in, but all the same one that the Capitol clearly appreciated. Their favorite pass time wouldn't be a thing without people like Seneca and the other Gamemakers around. He was torn on deciding whether the man might finally be proud enough to claim him as a child, or whether he wouldn't care about the boy's position. The thoughts hadn't lingered too strong for too long though, since he had more important things to do. The young man told himself that his father's opinion on it didn't matter, but deep down it always had and always would.

That year the Games went alright. He hadn't been lead until a couple of weeks before they started, but his ideas were in it and so he was just as excited as he ever could be. Especially to run them with the new title. The title itself was enough to make these Games mean that much more to him and he tried his hardest to turn them into his own. With a Games that satisfied the president and the Capitol, it was safe to say his first showing as Head Gamemaker was successful, and he spent the next year planning to make the 71st Games his. Seneca Crane's first Hunger Games at the reigns from beginning to end were going to be some of the greatest and freshest games the Capitol had seen in some years. He was young, he was smart, and he was determined to do this right. It was a success too. When the time came around the tributes fit nicely into his plans. His plans fell together perfectly, his appearances yielded him quite a bit more attention from the public as he began to make himself a more memorable face. These Games were some of the best ideas he had to offer. The Games that year provided Johanna as their victor and it seemed an okay result as far as Seneca was concerned. His Games and the arenas were good and loved by the Capitol, increasing his confidence in himself in the job as well as just helping his reputation in general. People liked him, the President liked him, things were good.

But then came the 73rd Games. With an interesting new arena, he expected it to go just as he planned. He expected the tributes to play right into his hands and into their traps, but it seemed by the end one had her own ideas. When their victor threw out a salute against the Capitol toward the end of the Games he was taken aback. A bit of a shock and it left a sick feeling to his stomach. The president wasn't too happy either, as proven by the fact that they needed a new camera crew and the bloody floor. The president said he liked him, but he knew very well that he would be watched much closer than ever from then on. President Snow had always put him on edge whenever he came into contact with the man. The nerves were well justified, but the president made the otherwise confident young man feel way too uncomfortable for his liking. Since then there has been even more added stress. Where normally he had a year to make up an arena and Games with a whole team. Now the president had decided for back to back Games, leaving Seneca and his team in some of the biggest rush of their lives it felt like. Life was already stressful, when anything went wrong it could very well be his head on the chopping block. But now with such a hurry there was more of a chance for screw ups, and it all could come back to him...

And at the same time there has come the news of his father's ailing health and desire to try and work out their relationship. That and his half sister... His life has become a very stressful set of circumstances. He still tries to enjoy work but it's becoming difficult...

He has a now ten year old son who would share his last name and has lived with Seneca all his life. Currently an open character. They have a close relationship and Seneca has tried to be the greatest father he could be. Particularly good at artistic projects with his kid.

1- Creativity and passion for his work. It's what keeps him going.

2- He's polite and on the sophisticated side, helps him keep favor with quite a lot of people.

3- Attention to detail, from the Games to his own looks.

4- His gorgeous facial hair. And eyes. Just good looks in general.

1- A bit of a workaholic. A lot of a workaholic. Depends who you ask. He won't say it's a problem.

2- Could be considered OCD in some ways, always one for the proper and clean way of having things.

3- Arrogance and over confidence are something that can sometimes get him into trouble. Feels a bit untouchable at times.

4- Growing internal moral dilemmas as he starts to see more of the world around him. Not enough to act on, but enough to pause every now and then. A little spark of a question waiting for the right person to ignite it.

Play-by: Wes Bentley

Your Alias: Cyr

GOVERNMENT WORKER DESIGNATION: GM

GENDER; Male

DATE OF BIRTH: 19, December

RESIDENCE: THE CAPITOL

OCCUPATION: Head Gamemaker

ALLEGIANCE: CONFIRMED PRO-CAPITOL

NOTES: Head Gamemaker for the annual hunger games.

Enjoys intricate facial hair artistry

PANEM CITIZEN NUMBER: PNC - 27C3 - 835SC

IMAGE: I already made the ID