saylor dewitt {c a p i t o l} CB

S a y l o r
twenty-six
odair

It's a grand life she lives, holed up in a mansion far too big for only herself. Parties nightly and a new man daily. Fine fabrics thrown onto her curves with little thought to their expense, only ever looking at the price tag to ensure she could brag about it later. Her salary is a great one, as she is irreplaceable. She's a genius in her own right, snapping the minds of the mutts sent into the arena. The woman loves it, slicing into their skulls, removing any inhibition or need for self preservation that might keep the mutts from doing the Capitol's bidding. Oh, but she leaves their emotions, they're much more fun to toy with that way. Excelling at genetic engineering during her youth, the girl was hand picked to work with the games, only inflating her already bulbous ego. Her favorite kind of mutt is those as merciless as her, whose venom sticks to their teeth just like hers to her tongue. It's a grand life she lives indeed.