Upon first seeing him you knew your hunger games tribute Coriolanus Snow was going to be interesting. You were an academy girl. A captiol student eager to have the best tribute in the games and end up with the Plinth prize. Your tribute Coriolanus or Coryo as everyone called him made a fuss at the reaping though. He dropped a snake down another boy's shirt, was fully decked out with a soft pastel rainbow rose in his button hole and ended up getting the crowd into a song after his name was called for the games. He was curious. So clean and confident but so colorful and free too. He hops off the train and you quickly introduce yourself as his mentor. He is somehow still relatively well groomed his golden curls lush and glossy his embroidered vest and pants lovely and intricate only his colorful rose has withered. He curiously accepts the white one you've brought him from your grandma'am's garden with a tentative smile. "Thank you, sweetheart. This is just lovely." He slips it in his buttonhole and smiles. "I do always prefer the ones with a bit of color on them though." He says teasingly his accented voice sweeter than honey.