Backstory - Daizee Farsand

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Though District 12 was by no means a comfortable place to live, Daizee never had to live in as harsh conditions as some of the other people. Not the luxury of the Capitol or some of the better off districts, but still able to have meals consistently. The one thing stubborn Daizee had been taught over the course of her life was that in District 12, you had to fend for yourself. The people in The Seam, for example. They would fight over food and scavenge for scraps, but to help them once could make them come back and steal from you. In District 12, compassion was a weakness. At least to Daizee. Her mother on the other hand, would go into the Hob and hand out food whenever she could. Her father had a higher position, working in the mayoral office. It wasn't a fun job, but anything was better than the coal mines.

Daizee wasn't sure what was worse; the Hunger Games or the coal mines. If she were in a lesser family, she would be sent straight from the reaping to the coal mines, at age 18. Instead, her family had another job for her. Baking bread. Even though Daizee had long blonde curls and piercing blue eyes, she fit in with the people from The Seam. Whenever she could, she would sneak away from her parents and their expectations of her, their only child, to take over her mother's small bakery. And where would she go? If her parents knew, if they knew she was sneaking into the darkest corners of the seam and sneaking into the forest, she would never be allowed to leave the house again. If they knew she went into the Hob to trade herbs, berries, and game, she would never be allowed a cent of pocket money again. But that's what Daizee did. For years, she just scavenged for scraps until she had enough money to buy a small knife from the Hob. It wasn't a great weapon, but she could throw it and use it to prepare game. Then she would trek to the Hob to sell everything and put it in a rough leather pouch. When she got home, it went under her mattress, with her trusty knife.

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