Name: Taystarian "Tay" Gray
Age: 17
District: 4
Family: None left. Tay's father walked out. Her mother ran off with a lover and her sister was murdered.
Romance: Nada. Before the boat accident, boys liked her but Harr chased them off. Afterwards, despite her beauty (like most other District Four girls in appearance), no one wanted to be seen with the armless girl.
Appearance: Tay is 5'9" with long legs. She has wide, bright green eyes and a thin face, with a dazzling smile that few see. She has long, mousy brown hair that's wild and frizzy(ish) and goes down to her waist. She has a moderate tan. Tay has no arms. One is cut off before the elbow and the other just barely past the shoulder.
Personality: She has mood flashes. Sometimes she'll be happy like she used to be, but then she'll remember how bad her life was and how hard it is to continue. Tay is smart and funny and very trusting, but once her trust is lost, it can't be earned again.
Weapon: Tay can make deadly snares that can catch fish and humans the same. She has few other skills than making contraptions, as she is armless.
Token: A proposal ring found on her dead boyfriend, one he would propose with -duh. It hangs from a chain around Tay's neck and is hidden from sight under her shirts.
Status: Tribute.
Other: Tay lives in a shack on the outskirts of Four. Her family wasn't exactly the richest, unlike Harr's. Once she was alone, she was, well, alone. Lived alone and worked alone. She got a profit from helping the fishermen with any knowledge they lacked, tutored children, and made contraptions for people.
The reason she never made herself prosthetic arms is because she didn't like them. Tay made some once and it didn't work out well. She would much rather be armless than clumsy.
Intro:
The wind whipped my hair around my face, slapping me with it. Even if there wasn't an abundance of fog, I wouldn't be able to see. I knew going out today wouldn't end well. Dawn fishing wasn't fit for teens.
Holding up my hands to attempt taming down my hair, I scrambled on the slippery deck to find Harr. We needed to head back, and his dad, the captain, wasn't particularly fond of me.
A massive wave rose above me and crashed onto the ship, knocking me over with its force and shoving me against the wall. Sputtering, I stood, and found Harr staggering over to me. The ship unexpectedly jolted. I fell to the ground and my face slammed against the wooden panels beneath me. I felt a drop of blood trickle down my cheek and shuddered. I hated blood.
The movement also caused Harr to fall. He slid across the tilting floor to the wall opposite me and hit his head, instantly going down.
I tried standing, only to fall again. I tried two, three times and managed to get to my feet. I looked to the right starboard bow of the ship and was confronted with a large, dark mass. Whether it was a rock or another fishing ship, I wouldn't know. Another wave crushed over me and I slid across the hard floor over to Harr. The cut on my cheek stung, my arms burned, my face burned, my legs burned. The pain overwhelmed me.
Just when I reached Harr, another wave crashed over me and I ended up in the middle of the forward. My hair and clothes were soaked from the waves. Sea spray and foam coated my body as a wave hit the left starboard bow.
I noticed Harr move a bit and sighed in relief. He was awake and okay.
No other fishermen were on the ship. Harr had asked his father if he could take just the two of us out, so it was us two, and Mr. Jay was steering, or at least attempting to adjust the boat at the moment.
