AIRAM TOULOUSE | D11 | CONCISE

NAME: Airam Toulouse
AGE: Eighteen
DISTRICT: Eleven
GENDER: Male

A dangerous combination of unruly mirror looking, tree climbing, and ripped pants led to the excommunication from the Toulouse household. He stood and remains at 5'11" when his Papa shouted, "No son of mine walks with his tail waggin'; get out!" That night, he slept in three shirts and watched the stars twinkle. He cried and listened to the whistle of the Mockingjays.

Nightly tears and nightly terrors eventually led to his saving grace: a silo with a floor of hay. An addiction to a transporting green liquid called absinthe and a deep obsession with a newly found muse gave his dark, ashy skin and swollen, irritated eyes a new light.

Sometimes he slips back to the old Toulouse household and speaks with a thick accent to his siblings, young and old, that work and will continue to work for the Toulouse parents. He'll wear a straw hat and read his favorite poems he's written to them, and they'll desperately want him to come back, not remembering that he'd never wanted to leave, he just wanted stories.

odair

ooc: using 50 of my incentive points for this! <3