ezra yuricko :||: D5 :||: FIN {CB}

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ezra.

Seventeen|District Five|Male
FC: Drew Patrick

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His chin point above all of those who he may dub below him. His smile crooked in the most confident of fashions, and his straw like hair waves over his forehead like a sandy beach. His face is round and full, his lips plump, and his skin pale. He has no desire to please those around him, for they were set here to please him. A god-sent, and never to be forgotten. His name was one that carried such a weight. A father whom found riches and glory in the breeding of his creatures, a mother whom found independence in her literature. 

His head both filled with pure imagination, and wonder. Though he was nothing more then a pampered boy, and therefore he seemed to be the only chaos in his little world of fame. He longed for approval, for finding a way to accomplish his own victory, but with this came no satisfaction, for he would only feed from the hands of others. He was deprived of learning on hi sown, and left with only standing in a heard of cattle living through life without a worry, well except of course for his own slaughter. 

Nothing more then a grain of salt in the bottom of the shaker, but he wanted to be the grain that spit the most venom. He wanted his consumer to choke on that grain, for he was rigorous in his belief. The Capitol would not bring him to slaughter, he had wits to a fault, and though they would have been his demise, he has also found a passion for study. A student flickering through the information of those that would consume secrets. A brain that had been tainted by the real world, and would never again come back.

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