Name: Tailor Bobbin

District: 8

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Name and Artist of the Song they are Personified: All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Weapon of choice: Two thin, short blades, almost like knitting needles.

Appearance: Tailor may be one of the oldest tributes, but she certainly doesn't look like it. She's small for her age, with a frame usually called petite, and her big gray eyes make her look like she's about thirteen. Her light brown hair, unmanageable curls that fall to her ribcage, is usually in a braid, though half the strands escape it before long. She tends to be very quiet, not ever opening her mouth, so her face is usually a mask of silence and memories. She often falls into lapses of memories, and when these happen, she can be unresponsive for up to an hour at her worst.

Personality: Tailor is very quiet, though she always tries to be generally pretty sweet and happy, though after long, hard days in the factories, she has a tendency to snap at people and cause fights. People tend to give her the benefit of the doubt nowadays, though. Although it doesn't happen often enough for it to affect her job, Tailor will sometimes go mute and become unresponsive for periods of time - everyone has figured out she's just hit with memories, and steer clear of her when these bouts happen.

Background: Tailor was raised in the unimpressive main city of Eight, and until she was fifteen, her life revolved around school, work, and family. Then Ric (short for Rickett) was roped into her life. She met him, fell in love instantly, and spent a year hopelessly in love. Unfortunately for her, good things never last. During one of her bad-day snaps, she screamed at Ric and refused to let him talk, even ignoring him the next morning - the morning of the reaping. Ric was, predictably, reaped, and she didn't even get to say goodbye before he was killed two weeks later on the third day of the Games. She's never been quite the same since, falling into periods of nostalgia and longing for those days with him.

Token: A two inch square of knitted scarf that was Ric's; she borrowed it one day in the winter when they were dating and never gave it back. It seems only fitting that she should keep it on her now.