Ezekiel Craig-- District 3

Name: Ezekiel Craig
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 3
Appearance:

Ezekiel isn't exactly what you'd call a "handsome" boy. He's not what you call tall coming in at only 5 feet 4 inches tall on a good day. However he's not as thin as you would assume someone who sits inside and works on electronics all day to be. His face is rather mousey with a sharply pointed nose and beady eyes. His eyes were such a shade of blue though that one almost forgot that they weren't supposed to be attractive. It was like the deepest blue of the sea had been bottled and saved for this moment, to save his plain face.

Zeek lucked out though, well half lucked out, with his smile. The shape of it was just crooked enough to draw out a boyish charm, but his teeth were too small and still held on to the look of baby teeth. A gap in the middle offset the whole thing. Even at sixteen he could still get away with saying he was 12 had he shaved.

His hair was always longer than it should be and appeared that he just rolled out of bed. Sandy brown and most the time greasy he wasn't going to be as lucky as the men from the Capitol in there with their shampoos and products to keep their hair where it should be. He would just have to deal with the fact his hair did what it wanted when it wanted.

Personality:

Zeek was a nerd. Hands-down-loved-to-admit-it-couldn't-get-around-it-nerd. He loved to work on the electronics in the factory, he had been tinkering with stuff since he was a toddler, and now he was able to get paid for it. He could tell you how to take a part a motherboard in his sleep. It was just something he understood and related too, instead of people. People scared him, they were too illogical. He liked things that could be easily broken down and theorized, instead of emotional, opinionated things. It was to the point if he felt you were being too human he would simply walk away and avoid dealing with you.

Anxiety doesn't even begin to explain the stress that being around people brings with him. You so much as say hi and his eyes hit the ground. His voice will barely reach above audible level even if its a full on "scream." It just wasn't in him to make himself known. He'd prefer to blend in and hide along the walls. If you're seen people know you're there and they expect you to be friendly. If you blend in you can get by with just the minimal effort.

Of course at the mention of The Games Ezekiel will just tell you, "I'd step off the platform, no reason to draw out what will happen eventually." He logically understands that there is no chance of the Capitol falling in his life time, but deep down in his heart of hearts, he hopes someday it will. Maybe if he ever had the time to find a female who didn't hate his idiocincracies and they had children, and those children had children, maybe then his blood would actually see a rebellion. Until then he just kept his head down, his mind at work and school, and hoped he made it through the reapings.

History:

History: Average family. Average Life. Above Average Intellegence. He was born to a factory working family 16 years ago. Was a scrawny little collicky baby. He cried too much and ate too little. It took him a few years to start putting on weight and look normal. For the longest time he looked like one of the lollipops kids from the Capitol ate. Big round head, little bitty body. As a toddler he was always getting into things. He'd take them apart put them back together over and over again. It was a compulsion to do it, it made him feel like the world made sense.

Once he was in school his teachers often said he was "different", or that he was "too smart for his own good." In reality he was just bored. He blew through the required courses and spent most of the day trying to avoid the other children. He'd take his school books outside and read and try to modify and upgrade the programs they were learning about. Once he told a teacher that the equation they were using to reach the numeric force of gravity was wrong...he still has a scar on the back of his head where the teacher hit him with a book. The Capitol is ALWAYS right.

Now as a teenager he's learned to just sit and take it. Whatever comes his way, he'll do with a nod and a bored look in his eye. His days are repeative, and he loves it that way. His mother doesn't think he'll ever be able to be on his own, his rituials take too much away from who he really is according to her. She loves him dearly but understands that there is something that just doesn't work like other kids. As much as they have tried to force him out of his she'll, he's perfectly happy being the different one.

Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:

Zeek suffers from OCD and Asperger's Syndrome