EZRA ARGROW D3

Ezra is a spitting image of his father, according to the many that see him. Unlike his mom who has glowing blonde hair, Ezra has a more muted shade of blonde that almost looks brown. It’s always kept short and while his mother tries to cut it how he likes it. It always seem to fall in front of his eyes. His eyes are blue, big and oval; exactly like his fathers. The only thing he had not got from his father was his height, his father easily reaches 6’3 while he is around 5’8. But he likes it better that way, he is already lanky enough. He tells himself if he grew taller then he would just be extra lankey. From his lack of going out, his skin has become pale, so light that his pale freckles splashed around his nose and cheeks are seen.

From constance hours of building small gadgets, he has acquired quick and nimble hands. Long and bendy fingers that move so weirdly that it seem impossible to move them that way to the average eye. Sometimes it even freaks him out a bit, but he has learned to use it to his advantage. To be one of the only males to connect thin wires or hammer on tiny things that only females seem to be able to do. He keeps his nails short from a habit of biting them either when he is nervous or scared. And when thinking he usually brings his finger up to his chin, either tapping it or lightly stroking it. It’s not a surprise he has got all the habits, considering he picked them up from his dad.

Quiet, focused and hardworking, those are few words that describe Ezra. Most of the time he has he spends at home writing down his thoughts and theories which to some people would be very interesting, to him it’s just simple equations and thinking. He is not much of a social person but is not rude or tucked away from society. He will talk to people and sometimes people will talk back to him, but he has come to terms that the types of conversations he prefers would bore the common boy or girl his age. Besides once you get him started on numbers and scientific topics you will have a hard time making him stop talking.

The only thing he gets a thrill of is working with mathematics, gadgets and theories. He would pick sitting at home and work on his things rather than go out with friends any day. Ezra just finds that it’s much more easier to tinker with objects then get involved with his peers. He thinks of it as hiding away from emotions that he refuses to show.

He believes in being a moral person but with a view on what is or what is wrong should be based more on the proof and fact then rational thinking. He was never really taught that way, his parents raised him to be a gentle soul and thats how he is. He just can’t get over the fact that people can so quickly do things for someone, especially for people they don’t even know! Most likely what contributes to that thought is his lack of friends and thus his lack of love, happiness, and a strong friendship bond.

Ezra has always lived a normal life, boring most of the time. From his time of birth to his point in life now, it has been filled with the normal school stuff. And many letters coming home exclaiming his excellent work habits. In fact, some of the only excitement he gets is from the Games that are held every year. Ever since he was old enough to understand the whole thing he was drawn to the science behind the arena and the mutts. It was morbid for many but interesting to him.

In his spare time he would study the past arenas and how everything worked, getting all the books he could with the weak allowance he was given. When the games were on he would keep tab in his room about all the tributes, their training scores, alliances, kills. Sometimes he would even draw up arenas just for the fun and give a sample to his parents who looked at him with a concerned eyebrow raise. It was a dream of his to work for the capitol.

It is impossible dream and horrible, he would hear from some. But only those who took it the wrong way. But it just got him so fired up! The amazing technology of the arena and if he worked there it would be in his hands! It was a dream that seems like it could never be accomplished and until a time comes where his dream might take a shift. Ezra sits at home and tinkers with the gadgets he builds and messes with mathematic equations.

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