Weft Caddow - Age 21 - Capitol Escort for District 8 - FC: Michelle Dockery
It's a story that you'll never see on Capitol TV, yet it plays out year after year in the upper districts. It's the story of the careers who didn't make the cut, who weren't given the honor of volunteering, who aged out of the system and were left to a life of survivor's guilt, feelings of inferiority, and no real place to go. These young adults often become trainers of new careers, the most violent of the peacekeepers, and others fade into oblivion, nameless faces living amongst the crowds of Panem.
None of these options suited Weft, so she forged her own path.
Born in District One, Weft was raised a Career from the day that she could lift her head and bat her tiny blue eyes. Bloodthirst and venom laced her bottles and violence was the only caress she was taught to give. Separated from her parents she knew them only as faces and names, the characters in her life were ever rotating, never giving her a chance to bond to any one person too closely. She was a prodigy, her name was whispered with fear by the time she stood knee high.
At the Academy Weft kept to herself, her style was subtle and silent. Barely a word was needed, her looks said it all, and she loved the fact that they trembled with fear when she so much as winked. As her 18th birthday and the games where she would volunteer approached, Weft's mind began to turn to new ideas. Surely she could compete and win in the games, but that's what everyone expected of her, and there was no fun at all in doing what was expected.
A week before the reaping Weft suffered a tragic accident in training, falling from the top of a rock wall to the cold floor below. While she was in no shape to volunteer, another career took her place, and she made a full recovery while aging out of the system. Her parents were bereft, her trainers were crest fallen, they declared it a tragedy and a waste of talent. Weft played along, acting distraught, but she was already putting her next plan into motion.
It didn't take Weft long to find her way into the position of Escort, only needing three years to smile, charm, trick, and occasionally threaten her way up the ladder. It was the next step and an easy one for her to take. With her intimate knowledge of the games she makes an excellent Escort for the lost little tributes, and this way, she gets to live her life just inside of the spotlight, but never on the wrong end of the knife.
Weft is known for being protective of her tributes, like a Mama Bear she watches over her cubs with a ferocity that any sane man would run from. Her silent smile is the most terrifying site outside of the arena, and most people are aware of the fact that she could kill them with her finely pointed stiletto.
No one really knows what Weft's next plan is, if she wants her tributes to win, if she wants to be something more then an Escort, or if perhaps this is all just some larger game to her. But they do know that they should stay on her good side, at least if they value their life.