~Name~
Ezra Zielony.
~Age~
Seventeen.
~Gender~
Female.
~Rose Color~
Green.
~Why are you in the Art Gallery?~
Applying for a job.
~What is the one item that was brought with you?~
A ballpoint ink pen.
~Likes~
~ Music
~ Partying hard
~ Traveling
~ Partying hard
~ Traveling
~Dislikes~
~ Small talk
~ Being told what to do
~ Children
~ Being told what to do
~ Children
~Hobbies~
~ ~ Graffiti
~ Drinking and smoking
~ Making music playlists for friends
~ Drinking and smoking
~ Making music playlists for friends
~Fears~
~ Overdosing
~ Not reaching her goals
~ Dolls
~ Not reaching her goals
~ Dolls
~Personality~
Ezra is what most would considered a "rebellious" teen. She tends to put herself before others and doesn't really care about consequences of her actions. Loud and boisterous, she will let you know exactly what she is thinking the moment she thinks it. No filter, which more often than not gets her in trouble. If she's not having fun, she finds her own source fun whether alone or with a group. Easily manipulated and prone to peer pressure. She's not the sharpest crayon in the toolbox.
~Biography~
Art Comes Alive
The title of her resume stared back at her as she scanned the information regarding the janitorial position at the gallery. "I don't know why they need any of this shit for sweeping up dusty old crap." Ezra muttered, scribbling out the answers while her music blared in her ears.
Ezra had been forced by her parents to find a job her senior year of high school because her grades weren't looking to good and as far as it looked, a chance at a university wasn't in her near future either.
It wasn't because she had a bad home environment growing up either- by all means, her parents loved and supported her through all her hobbies and interests. Even some of the most daring incidents were met with open arms and the tender heart of parents who just wanted their only daughter to do well in this world.
How BORING.
The title of her resume stared back at her as she scanned the information regarding the janitorial position at the gallery. "I don't know why they need any of this shit for sweeping up dusty old crap." Ezra muttered, scribbling out the answers while her music blared in her ears.
Ezra had been forced by her parents to find a job her senior year of high school because her grades weren't looking to good and as far as it looked, a chance at a university wasn't in her near future either.
It wasn't because she had a bad home environment growing up either- by all means, her parents loved and supported her through all her hobbies and interests. Even some of the most daring incidents were met with open arms and the tender heart of parents who just wanted their only daughter to do well in this world.
How BORING.
