Flora Faye

## Bio

*Flora Faye (she/her). Tribute. District Seven. Eighteen. Madison Bailey.*

Flora Faye grew up deep in the woods of District Seven in a treehouse. Ever since she was a little girl her parents had made it a goal to keep their daughter away from everything bad in the world. Though they couldn’t keep her name entirely out of the reaping bowl, keeping her hidden in the woods was the next best thing. Her mother homeschooled her while her father worked long days as a lumberjack cutting down the trees of District Seven. And even when Flora’s studies had ended for the day, she never seemed to be able to put her book down. Her favorite activity was to study all of the plants and flowers the districts had to offer. She learned what was poisonous, what was healing, what was edible, and what was just pretty to look at.

Shortly after Flora turned twelve, her parents brought her to the town square for the first time ever. The Hunger Games was something they had never spoken about in the Faye household. Honestly, Flora didn’t know about it until the day she had turned twelve since her parents decided they needed to prepare her for it at that point. But because she didn’t have much understanding of it, Flora never really feared the Games. She understood that it had meant death for twenty-three other people but her parents had always taught her that everything happened for a reason. And while all of the other kids stood in fear to hear their name, Flora just wondered how much longer it would until she got to go home and finish making her flower crowns.

At the age of seventeen, Flora’s father passed away while away at work. Though Flora didn’t many details about what had happened, her mother would only tell her that an accident had happened. All she could put together was maybe something went wrong while cutting down the tree. Did it come down in the opposite direction? Was it the tree he had cut or someone else’s? Or did it have nothing to do with the tree or maybe jus the axe itself? Either way, she knew nothing. Mostly because her mother ended up growing quiet. She had stopped speaking to Flora, she mostly spend her days laying down outside, staring up at the sky. Mrs. Faye was slowly suffering from a broken heart and Flora didn’t understand why. She was saddened by her father’s death but hadn’t it been her parents who told her everything happened for a reason?

A few months later, her mother passed away as well.

For the first time ever, Flora was alone. Even more alone than she had been used to. And since Flora really didn’t know how the world worked, she lived off all of the survival skills she knew. Which was mostly just what plants she could eat to keep her alive. Though that lifestyle was short lived, which was probably a good thing. Her birthday came and went, she turned eighteen years old and the reaping followed soon after. This time, though, she didn’t get to return home to her flower crowns. Her name was pulled out of the big fish bowl of names. What even happened next??

Flora doesn’t know how to feel about the games since she didn’t know much about it. She knew that twenty-four kids to young adults were reaped and thrown into an arena to kill each other. She didn’t know the details of the mutts and the themed arenas or even the luxurious tower that the tributes got to live in before the arena. Or the rebels. She had been completely clueless and in the dark.

Flora has no set personality. Before going to the tower the girl hadn’t really been around other people before so she doesn’t really know how to act around them. At times she could be timid and shy, she could be friendly and kind, and other’s she could be pissy with an attitude not knowing what bad could come from it.

District token: Her parents wedding rings on a simple chain necklace.

Strengths: Good climber, knows nature, fast learner Weaknesses: Loner, weak, clueless