Maye Talliago D6 {Fin}

Maye Talliago
Seventeen years of age
Female
The Sixth District of Panem
odair
Fc is Antonija Misura
Theme: Complicated by Avril Lavigne

That leggy blonde is how she hears most people referring to her, though it doesn’t bother her all that much, as they would be completely correct. Maye is considered tall, having reached a height just an inch short of six feet even. She has a lean frame, her slim physique owed to the overall lack of food that happens when living with eleven other people, only a few of which actually have a job and contribute money to the group. She is by no means malnourished, though she wishes she had more than just the occasional meal afforded by the ones in charge. She does have a sweet tooth, but she can almost never get her hands on candy. However, there are other things for her to get her hands on...

The blonde is quite proud of her flat stomach, her curves and her ample bosoms. Despite this, she makes it a point to never, ever take her shirt off. The supple skin on her legs is often shown, as she takes to short shorts or no pants at all around the house, but the skin underneath her shirt is a different story. Horrid scars cover her back, shoulders, and sides. a sordid reminder of her childhood. Varied are the upbringings that brought the Yearlings together, from a want to escape their life to abusive parents. In Maye’s case, the scars come from a sadistic upbringing in one of District six’s orphanages. There are long, criss-crossing scars from a wooden switch, and several dark patches from burns. She would be horrified if any of the others were to find out, showering late at night with the door locked.


In keeping with her want to draw attention away from her upper body, she spends an inordinate amount of time on her facial appearance, taking at least an hour to brush out her honey-colored locks; though she is easily irritated by the exorbitant amount of split ends. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders when she hasn’t tied it up in a ponytail to reveal her round ears. Beneath eyebrows that are often raised in bemused seductiveness, she has stormy grey eyes that fail to look anything other than dull, even under the brightest light. The lips she has are flat and do not take to lipstick well, which she tries to make for by powdering her long cheekbones and pert nose.

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The others would tell you that Maye is nothing more than a lazy flirt, and they’d be mostly correct. It is very hard for her to sit still, as she finds many things with which to distract herself and fritter away the hours. Having no desire to find a respectable job like some of her housemates, she nevertheless helps out around the house; normally after being prodded by November. Otherwise, her hands can be found dipping into other peoples change jars, swiping odds and ends that were left out or pinching at the backsides of the male members of her roommates.

It’s on impulse really, she just doesn’t know what to do with her hands unless they are filching something. A common thing for her to do is get all up in a guy's personal space, captivating him with her eyes and honeyed words while her hands empty out his pockets. Girl’s gotta eat, and she feels that January, while protective, is also a huge stick in the mud. It is no problem at all for her to talk to people while making them uncomfortable, the term space bubble having no meaning for her. On top of that, she has a motor mouth that almost never stops flapping. Some would call her bubbly and others pretentious, but whatever they feel, their ears are soon tired.

Ascribing to a show don’t do policy, her flirting never reaches the bedroom; if you want a dog to do something for you, the treat must be near enough to salivate after, but forever out of reach. Once they have it, they don’t tend to listen afterwards. So she shows a little leg, talks a little coyly, and most people tend to roll right over. Exceptions including Peacekeepers and Jan among others. She doesn't quite understand why the poor dear doesn't approve of her antics, but then again, shes never gotten along well with authority figures. For she has a habit of telling it like it is.

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Maye was raised in one of the more seedy orphanages in district six, the kind where kids were sold to unscrupulous doctors looking to further their research on the human body. The kind where beatings and molestation were common practice in between the days people came looking to adopt. If they came at all. She was given to the place as a babe, her single mother looking to earn some quick cash to support a morphling addiction. As a young child, she often threw tantrums; these were quickly quelled by harsh corporal punishment. This helped shape her to study the situation before jumping in headlong. Attempting to get the best without really working for it. In lieu of brute force, she learned the art of manipulation.

As she neared her teen years and began to develop, she caught the eye of one of the supposed caretakers. Who began to watch her throughout the day, one day she even caught him watching her sleep. Deciding to try out her powers of persuasion, the next day she began to act coy with the man, earning herself some special possessions and favors with a fluttered eyelash here, a skimpy outfit there, and the occasional cheek brushed with her lips. Always with the promise of something better. When this promise was not forth-coming, the man attempted to take what he wanted. Maye fought back, and suffered a beating for it.

From that day forward, she was subjected to routine chastisement with a ridged switch, which laid her back open in strips, as well as having hot coals from the twelfth district pressed onto what she had considered flawless skin. She suffered this abuse in silence for several months, before escaping one night when the head caretaker had gotten royally drunk. After a few weeks of living of the streets, she ran across Jan, who invited her to join a group of similar individuals that he had rescued. She was mollified at first, her charms waved away, but still, given the alternative, accepted, and found herself a member of this unlikely... family.