Cesare D2 [done/10stare]

I got this swag about me. The way I move my hands as I walk keeping my shoulders thrown back. Watching people as they look at me. It's all about the swag and keeping myself looking the best. Muscles bulging from the many years of training in the training center. Wind sweeping through my scruffy black hair. Popping my knuckles out of habit, clicking my teeth between the pursed lips of a cocky grin. Many rings cover my swollen knuckles. Growing out a bear is very hard, but I manage to do it anyway. A deep voice that cracks after screaming so much. Many times I've gone hoarse, but it doesn't stop me from trying to succeed. Strutting through the district keeping my head held high. It's all about how I show myself. I don't have nothing to fear right now anyway.

Nice clothing covers the scars, but only when I'm out on a formal dinner or something. Most of the time it's a ragged white tshirt with ripped jeans. Looking ragged is life. It keeps up with the persona I play. Broken nails caked with dirt from throwing people on the ground. A crooked nose from being broken many times. High cheekbones. I'm missing a tooth from a fight. It's a battle scar I will keep forever. Swinging my arms heavily, learning to throw. Dark bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I nearly lost my eye one time from a fool bringing a knife to a fight. The start of a beard gives my face more color at least in my opinion. Blue eyes hiding what's truly underneath. One day everyone will learn who I am, and they'll soon fear me.

Fighting is my way of life. It's perfect. Every second of every single day I'm working and making preparations to become even better. Being feared is important to me because I have a reputation to uphold. Often times I'll lash out without thinking, and I'll say something that many won't understand. The mouth filter just doesn't exist. Words are only words when they're ejected into the air through violent tones. It only makes me work more because I don't want anyone crossing my path with the intention of breaking the walls I have built up. Let someone try to stand in my way. I want them to see what happens. I am not afraid of them, and as long as they know this my entire life is worth it.

I fight a lot. Often times with people on the street because they've insulted me somehow. And anytime I see anyone targeting my twin, I'll go after them, and they'll never even know what hit them. I'll always protect her. Always and forever as long as I'm around to keep her alive. It's important to me, and I wish people would leave her alone. One wrong move, and I'll punch them in the face.

Patience isn't on my side. It's never been, and being a leader it's important to have the patience. I want things done now, and if it doesn't work, then it doesn't work, but I have to keep myself as well as many others going. It's important to know that all the calculations I put into my work is perfect. I love learning, and I love making sure to keep my intelligence at a high level. Having book smarts is important, but what if you can't put the book smarts into common sense? It's simple. Yet it doesn't ever feel like much. Not when the world is a terrible place. I want to make it better in my eyes.

Following my brother's lead when he orders me to threaten or dispose of someone I do as I'm told. It brings me honor and glory, and it keeps me going. He tries to keep me on track and focusing on what's best for the family line, but that doesn't matter to me. My brothers get everything that they want, and it pisses me off more than they'll ever imagine. One is becoming a peacekeeper, and the other is in control threatening to steal the inheritance. I want it, and it leaves me wondering what I can possibly do. I am better than him, and I should be the one getting what's rightfully mine. Me. Not my brother. They want me to find a high ranking wife, someone who's way up there to keep the line going I guess. Doesn't matter to me though.

My tongue is often harsh, and I lash out without thinking about what will happen. I calculate every move. Making sure it's the right one. Sneaking around. Twisting lies into what seems like the truth. Telling people I will remain loyal to them. Getting people to do what I want. I'm the best there is. Me. I know how to fight and win. I know what it takes to lead people. Nothing wrong with being arrogant and cocky because it's all the truth. Perhaps I'm standing too high on the pedestal I've built for myself. Being capable of getting others to bow to my will takes thought and precise measurements. Giving them the words they want to hear. It doesn't take much to turn it around. Maybe if they believe that I am who I say I am then it'll work better in my favor.

Even then this is an art. It makes me who I am. It makes me strong. Perhaps I am a snake slithering through the district watching and learning about people as they move by. In school, the stuff was all underneath me. Learning about I don't even know what, but I paid attention gathering what was needed. Listening to lectures. Talking about fighting and how to win. It taught me to write down every plan into smaller plans making a big plan out of it all. Making sure to set traps wisely, to use all of my resources. Making sure everyone is lined up and knows what they're to do as well as figuring out possible plans of attacks from the enemies gathered around. But who is my enemy and who is my friend? Maybe this is the only way to show that I am better than everyone else around me.