Tagg Corado of D5: FINISHED

Of course, the most noticeable feature on Tagg is of course the one that sticks out the most. His teeth are stuck in a painful overbite. They just out so far that he is positive a plane could land on them and he wouldn't notice. They are so noticeable that everyone does a double check to make sure he is not wearing joke teeth. Tagg ignores the stares and gazes as he walks down the street, because he know by acknowledging them then they will stare longer. He doesn't cover up his mouth or hide. He walks tall and proud, teeth and all.

If you ignore the mouth, you might even begin to see that the face supporting the teeth isn't so bad. His grey eyes are strong, and sharp. His hair hangs there, like a blond curtain behind his head, but he likes it that way. His frame is smaller than most boys his age and he doesn't worry about that. He knows that someday he'll be as big and as strong as them he just needs to wait.

He knows what causes the bullying, but doesn't think too much about it anymore. Tagg use to think that life was being unfair to him for giving him a huge overbite, but he has grown past those thoughts. He knows that in Panem the only things that matter are survival. And Tagg knows how to survive at 5' 2" and weighing 100 pounds he knows that in order to live through school he needs to be quick and nimble. He practices dodging the punches in his room, yet never throws one back. He knows that he is weaker than them, but always faster. Sometimes looks can be deceiving, because he knows that he has a stronger will then any of the boys at school.

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|P e r s o n a l i t y|

"See that kid?the boy points out to a boy walking tall and proud down the street to his friend. "Yeah." "He's really weird. He takes the most abuse at school yet walks the tallest around town."

The best word to describe Tagg is defiant, at least when it comes to bullies. He doesn't react when he is beat up in school. He takes the beating then continues. He doesn't mind the constant abuse or the name calling. He ignores it. He has a switch inside his mind that he is able to switch on and off, letting him listen to the people around him. He doesn't care that people are mean. He just knows that he will have his chance to rise above them; he just needs to be patient.

Life is a miracle; the fact that we evolved from a single cell into a body composed of more than a trillion is amazing. And I don't take that for advantage. Tagg is grateful for everything that happens to him. His life was almost taken away from him and now he realizes that he is frail. Not just that he is frail but that everyone is frail. Humans aren't resistant to fire, to bullets, to the elements, or to each other. Maybe that is crazy for a 14 year old to be thinking, but when you lose everything, you learn what is important. He is wise way beyond his years, and he knows that. Tagg understands things that boys his age would scratch their heads at. That is why he walks tall, because he understands what it represents.

Tagg is also a little off. He finds humor in things that boys his age don't. He things that it is hilarious when someone in his class drops a pencil, yet stops when the boy makes a joke out of it. See his family doesn't realize that Tagg is ever so slightly autistic. He sometimes wanders into his own little world where he is invincible. He usually fights that world off, because he likes his life in reality too. But, when he is alone, that world can become his reality, and he enjoys every moment inside it.

For a reason unknown, he has always been an extremely calm kid, perhaps because of his autism. He almost always feels calm. He lost most of the ability to feel anger. All the other emotions, fear, jealousy, compassion, love, and happiness are all in check, but anger is always extremely crippled. This lack of anger can also play out to a major benefit, anger can cause us to do irrational and so a lack of it may be the reason that Tagg is so calculating, he observes and then reacts. He knows what to do when the situation calls for it.

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|H i s t o r y|

The air was crisp the summer day of August 7th, when Tagg Benjamin Corado was born to loving parents Tracey and Terrence. The fact that their names both began with T led to them naming their children Timothy, Tina, and of course Tagg. They were an upper class family, but lived modest lives. Terrence was a factory owner, and Tracey a stay at home mom. They lived in a nice comfy home and enjoyed life with their children.

Timmy was the tipical oldest sibling, slightly bossy and demanding he would often tease his younger siblings."You guys can't play that game! We're going to play mine!""But I don't want to!" Those two phrases were often heard. Tina and Tagg got along better. They were both very quiet and thoughtful, playing with each other, there was a 2 year difference but they didn't mind. The family was nice and calm. There was occasional fights, always between Timmy and Tina, but nothing major.

However, life outside of home was rough for Tagg. His overbite went unnoticed by the kids in his grade until they were about 7 or 8. The first kid to joke about it was a boy named Billy. He laughed about how he looked like a rabbit. Of course Tagg laughed too. Maybe he shouldn't have because more and more kids began pointing it out, not realizing that it did hurt his feelings. But Tagg never got angry, just more and more embarrassed. He began to feel that itch that he got when Timmy made him play a stupid game, but once again it didn't transfer into anger.

Tagg began to realize that the jokes were getting meaner and meaner. Soon his smile, weakened and then collapsed into a frown. He raced home after school and into his mothers arms. Wishing away that terrible overbite. He lied there for a while crying, but soon stood up and did his home work. He went to school that day, hoping that it wouldn't be as bad as yesterday and it wasn't. Sure a few people pointed it out, but nothing like the day before. Still those few that did laugh about it got on his nerves. He went home with that itch still stuck in his head. And everyday after that he left school with an annoying itch. The first time it became physical was when he stood up. Billy had said "Hey, rabbit face, I brought you some carrots today." The itch began slightly and Tagg wanted it to go away. "Leave me alone." he said calmly. "What are you going to do? Bite me? Can you bite when your teeth are so far apart?" and then Billy pushed Tagg and the itch grew so extreme Tagg lifted his hand and tried to scratch, of course that didn't help and Tagg walked away. He heard Billy turn and say "Told you he wouldn't do anything"

Since then, the abuse has become worse and worse. Tagg almost always was itching his forehead. The winter of his 13th year of life, Tagg felt the ground disappear underneath them, literaly. His sister and him were sledding when they went a little too far. They raced down the hill and saw that they were heading towards the lake. They jumped off the sled together and watched as it slide to a stop in the middle. Tagg quickly jumped to his feet and began to walk out towards the lake, but Tina yanked him back. "Are you crazy! That ice isn't thick enough to support you! Let's just go home but Tagg didn't want to go home. He wanted to go sledding. And for once his usual precise calculations failed him, because he couldn't tell how thick the ice was. When Tina turned back towards home Tagg raced out towards the sled. He was almost there too, when the ground gave out and he feel through. He heard Tina scream then he was too cold to do anything else. He was trapped underneath the ice. His hands pushed against the ice above him and he pushed and pushed, but it wasn't budging. He let go of the last of his air and amazingly his hands reached air. He had found his way back to the hole. He blacked out as he felt Tina grab his hand and pull him out. When he woke up he was in the hospital. He had gotten frost bite from the icy water and lost three toes on each foot, but he had lived, and that was enough.

He began to understand how frail he was. And like mentioned above he became confident and walked tall. He was no longer afraid of going to school, because they didn't matter, what did matter was that he was alive and finally, that itch retreated only coming back when he watched the Games.

Face Claim: Ryan Lee
Lyrics: I Will Survive- By: Gloria Gaynor

Hexcodes:
Text: 554433
Others Words: 996644
Thoughts: aa8866
His Words: ddaa88

OOC:
I realize it'll be hard to RP, but I want to improve