Taylor Marquis D2 FIN

My name is Taylor Marquis, I'm a resident of District 2, and I'm not like anyone else here. That isn't to say that I don't train like everyone else here, the Games are a thing for me, but they don't hold the appeal that they should for someone that lives here. I would rather be out in the mines than working out in a gym. Honestly I think my build is as muscular as it is because I work in the mines, but I'm also skilled in combat. I'm not prissy like most upper district people, I have no love for the riches, I'm just here to train for the Games in my own particular way. That being said let me describe myself a little more, I feel you have a right to know the me that no one else does, or at the very least the me that I don't talk about.

So you're already aware of my name, so let me put an image of myself to the name, let's see how good you are at doing that. I'm of average height, and weight, only coming in at about 5'4" and weighing about 121lbs. I'm sort of broad shouldered for a girl, something I've always liked since I have the ability to swing a weapon or pickaxe with a lot of ease. My muscular structure is lacking in appearance, but I'm one of those people that likes it when I'm underestimated. I have short dark brown hair that I usually do something fancy too, and almost black eyes which kind of freaks people out since I look like I have no pupil I'm muscular, but it's a secret muscular, people constantly under value me based solely on appearance, and naturally you will to. It's not like the picture I'm painting is one that speaks of strength or even someone of interest.

My style is a bit different, I don't deign to wear what all the other girls wear here, even my uniform for training is nothing more than a sports bra and shorts. My attire at home isn't fancy though, I like to wear denim a lot, from my jeans to my shorts, to even the vests I wear. My shirts are very non-descript, usually a bland black or blue color with the occasional red shirt because it goes better with the flannel shirts I wear. Honestly I look like someone who belongs in one of the lower districts and I kind of like it that way. My family doesn't like it though, or rather my dad doesn't, because my mom died years ago. I think he wanted me to be like her though, all fancy and more interested in the gifts he bestowed on her than the Games. I'm not like that though, I like to be one of the guys, I like to train and work in the mines. Honestly I'm more of a boy than anything else, a tomboy really, because I'd never give up my status as a girl.

Oh and don't even get me started on how much he hates my personality, or a lot of other things. I brought home a girl from training once to spend the night and I don't think I've ever seen someone explode like he did. Suffice to say I haven't brought another girl around since that moment. The lecture he gave me afterwards about how much of a disappointment I was to him was definitely enough to make me focus more on the Games and I guess...be more receptive of his gifts. You see, I don't accept gifts of any kind very well, I don't like things to be given to me, I like to earn them. Like, if you fight me for the stuff and I win, sure, I'll take it as a prize, otherwise I won't accept them.

I'm also a little arrogant, well maybe a lot arrogant, but wouldn't you be too if you were me? I literally have the whole world under my feet, I feel like I can take on the world. Be warned, if you're going to be my friend, well you just have to get used to the fact that I'm full of myself. Most girls like I'm arrogant and the guys that don't I've beaten down enough times where they won't say anything about it anymore. Oh, did I forget to mention that I like to pick fights, more because I like the bruises afterwards as battle wounds than anything else, but the confidence boost I get when I beat someone is like an addiction. Yeah I get it I'm a little weird, but at this point I don't even care what you think of me.

My history is short and sweet, I lost my mom when I was about 5 years old, oh and for the record I'm 18 now. I never really liked her and she didn't like me much either, so her passing wasn't much of a disappointment to me. My father took it bad though, really bad. I went from being a free spirit to a sheltered child, or so he thought. I would constantly get out of the house in the middle of the night, and he would find out and I'd get yelled at. So yeah, my relationship with my dad isn't the best. With all the frustration that I was experiencing a put myself to work, aiming for the ultimate goal, the Games. I wasn't doing it like them though, and being of a small build, I was the underdog, and I still am for that matter. That was why I started to pay attention to the mining, it allowed me to build upper and lower body strength. It took a long time for me to get the body I have, thin but muscular, short but well built.

Oh, and there is that girl I brought home that I got yelled at for. She was quite the girl, but also left me scarred in a way, mostly because of what she told me and the fact that she committed suicide. Her name was Anna, and she was my sparring partner for a few weeks before I bothered to pay attention to her. From there we started to hang out more, when I went out to the district it was mostly to see her because she was a little more like me than anyone else here. I could talk to her and not feel like a lunatic, and she put up with my weird training style. We got closer and closer till finally we were together as a couple, and it was amazing, she just got better and better. Little did I know that she was really a sad person.

The day after my dad yelled at me, she came to the training facility looking very messy and disheveled, which was uncharacteristic for her. I tried to talk to her and she didn't say a word to me, and I felt hurt enough from that, but then after training she approached me. She asked me to come out back and talk, so I did, because, you know it was her. She turned to me suddenly looking mad and told me that I had ruined her life, that the time we were together was the worst time she had ever had. I was a miserable failure to District 2 that didn't deserve anything. After her tirade I ran home, confused, hurt and sad...it all seemed a waste now, and I had loved her. The next day I find out she had committed suicide, that she had trouble at home and that my dad yelling had triggered an episode for her. I was devastated and stopped training for months, but I realized that I was going to fight for her now, that I would make her proud and prove her wrong. Now you know me now, like seriously, my history is uneventful, I mean after all I do live in District 2 so it's not like I was ever in poverty and other than my poor relationship with my dad I'm pretty well off. A sneaky girl who loves to and is obsessed with working out. There you go though, that's me, Taylor Marquis.