Tooth Basso

Tooth Basso is a first generation Gamemaker and the High Muse of Panem. She oversees all Capitol art from fashion to paintings.

Interests and Characteristics
Tooth is toned, but fairly small (5'3"). She is smart, observant, analytical and takes great pride in her abilities to read people. She likes dogs, horses, makeup, the visual arts, candles and swords. She dislikes ugliness, pastel yellow, bad color schemes, passivity and pushovers. In her free time she enjoys running, cooking and creating art. Tooth is an individualist. Self expression is of utmost important to her. She's good with animals, and despite her unique ability to make other humans nervous, she's exceptional at keeping animals calm.

Pre-Appointment to Gamemaker
Borne of District 2, Tooth was the very first female tribute to represent her home district in the very first Hunger Games.

Her family back in what used to be called home isn't much to speak of - she's not particularly close with them, and can't say she misses them much. She started strong in her games, cutting down any opposition quickly and efficiently. She didn't relish in the bloodshed, but she didn't hate it either. It was just something to be done, something to get her closer to winning. She became addicted to cocaine in these Games, maining concentrated pills of the stuff disguised as medical pills. She spent the last few hours before her death at the feast a paranoid, raving monster, thirsting for blood and trying to hunt down tributes in a way she had never before. She was killed by her district partner, a boy she didn't recognize and had never spoken to. She got sixth place. She doesn't remember her death: just ajolt to her head and a sensation of being smushed. She woke up in a bright room wearing bright clothes with bright new skin and eyes and hair. It felt like waking up from a deep sleep. She didn't feel human; she felt like a ghost, like a monster, no - an alpha wolf, one built to hunt and kill and maim. She crawled and crept on the ground, sneering and snarling and spitting at anyone who came near. She had to be restrained for much of it. Her chance to win had been snatched from her, and all she could think of was that sensation of bloodlust she'd had in the hours before her death. Anger. So mad, so, so mad. She didn't recover her ability to speak until a week went by, and slowly she began to comprehend her current station. She'd been resurrected for a reason: yes, she hadn't won the Games, but she'd won in another way. She was to be a Gamemaker.

Gamemaker
The next few months saw her recovering back into society, where she's embraced the avant-garde style of Capitol life, where she can create all the art she wants. She can wear anything she wants, create anything she wants, do anything she wants. After some time she was named High Muse of Panem, a special position created just for her in recognition of the propaganda and high art she created for the Captiol. Stylists and all the fashion houses looked to her for her favor - everyone is scared of her now. She likes the feeling.