Taylor Astrid

Name: Taylor Astrid

Age: 17

Gender: Female

District: 12

Weapon: Fists

Appearance: RL Taylor Personality: Taylor is sweet, forgiving, and caring. She'd save a little baby reindeer if it cost her life. She'd sacrifice herself for others, and she hates being away from home. She's very social, and also athletic.

Backstory: Taylor was always the sweet girl at school, always giving people stuff without them having to do anything. Although she was rich, she isn't a snobby brat. She was active, and did all kinds of sports, including hockey, gymnastics, and soccer. However, during the purge a few years ago, when she was 13, her brother died. She then lost her sister in the hunger games when she was 14. She thought she was the most unlucky girl in Panem, but she wasn't. There was a little bush behind her house, with carnation flowers, which symbolizes hope in her family. She took a bunch of these little flowers, and brought them to her room. She had hope, for the first time in 3 years. Now having two less mouths to feed, she was the richest girl in District 12. To everyone's horror, on reaping day, Taylor was reaped. The nicest girl in Panem was reaped. Nobody could believe it.

Strengths: Knows her electronic devices like a District 3 citizen, and is skilled at making fires.

Weaknesses: Too nice, slow, can't hide

Fears: Sharks, sharp objects

Alliance: Opens up alliance for nice, sweet, and caring people, titled the "Nice Alliance"

Token: Carnation flower

Song
(In case you're interested, the song is called Six Degrees of Separation by The Script)

You've read the books, You've watched the shows, What's the best way no one knows, yeah, Meditate, get hypnotized. Anything to take from your mind. But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh You're doing all these things out of desperation, Ohhh ohhh, You're going through six degrees of separation.

You hit the drink, you take a toke Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say, You're better now than ever, and your life's okay When it's not. No. You're doing all these things out of desperation, Ohhh ohhh, You're going through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

(Oh no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself) (No no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too, Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeah Tarot cards

Gems and stones,

Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul. Well it's not, no, wohhhh

You're only doing things out of desperation, Ohhh no, You're goin' through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

No there's no starting over, Without finding closure, you'd take them back, No hesitation, That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

Oh, no there's no starting over, Without finding closure, you'd take them back, No hesitation, That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else

And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

No, no, there ain't no help It's every man for himself You're goin' through six degrees of separation

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