Ezequiel Black (Awaiting review aka completed)

Name: Ezequiel Black
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Birthday: 04/10
Sexuality: Bisexual
Special Characteristics: Glasses; dual Greek mask tattoo over his left shoulder blade, one appearing to be suffering from a raving mad laugh outburst while the other drowns in the blues. Both ear lobes are pierced with 3 silver rings each. Left thumb has a vertical scar from the nail area, palm face, towards the centre of the hand.

Personality: Ez comes by as calm, confidant and carefree. Troublesome phenomenon considering he is always extremely preoccupied, in a frenzy of dull concerns, overthinking the slightest look or gesture of the fellow man/woman. Choosing to keep him to himself, he acts on a haste to establish both comfort and tranquillity by nesting on the corners of the rooms, the empty slot of the dark alley and shady inns. The risk of violence does not trump the comfort of being generally ignored as perceived for a bug, a lost miserable guy not worth squashing. Suffering from recurring insomnia, Ez yawns on an annoying pattern contaminating those around him.

Socializing is a fierce struggle on its own account. On one hand a trembling voice breaks the charm of his eyes, his pose of trashy outsider passing judgemental over his surrounding and typing down "something". On the other hand, his "sensible" ide draws undesired protections desires from some meanwhile dragging through the mud spirits inflamed by whatever emotions he has yet to conceptualize. Regardless, Ez is indeed a fan of observing therefore a good listener. If a reflexion presents itself, Ez is caught between staring at his own glance and the primary goal he had in mind in between. His hair complex, rather, the tendency or need to be slipping a rube or twisting a tussock of hair whenever nervous or edgy increases to furious double handed pursuits of relaxation.

Ezequiel is not a brave man. Much less a man of action yet impulsive. Furthermore, it comes as a paradox trait that his nervous ticks trigger an aggressive side of him whenever the taunting and the shouting does either revolves around family matters or life threats, for he cannot die, he has too much to be done depending solely on him. As such, in battle Ez follows a light switch pattern. He is either gaining ground between him and the enemy in order to study the possibilities and overcome his fears while maintaining a minimal line of defence, trusting his reflexes and magic abilities. If provoked for whatever reason and if already consumed by the fuels of fear and/or magic as it alters slightly his persona similar to the effects of booze. Stress and pain are NOT well dealt with and his mind might start to wander, times at which his more animalistic instincts trigger a frenzy like stage of mind.

Leadership is a tricky scenario. He has, for one, none. No whatsoever sense of leadership dwell within his heart and coping to the pressure of becoming a follower is harsh, harsh indeed? It is not like he completely breaks under pressure, more so as the fact he melts! Whatever structure his to his own has to be immediately replaced by and is dependant of the quality of the leader. The boss (he always acknowledges the colleagues on this situations as rats and the boss as the piper or simply boss) might and intensity as a role model define Ez efficiency. His performance has to be constantly monopolized, controlled. Otherwise, Ez will, easily, crumble and end up sobbing in foetal position or lose control and go berserk.
Likes:
.Fire: blazes bring further cleansing consequences, so he was taught. A everlasting sensation of warmth draws his to the crimson essence.
.Silence: noise annoys him, disturbs his sleep and disrupts his constant chain of thought.
.Beauty: what is appealing is as subjective as dramatically surprising and yet his admiration and envy are both comforting and soothing.

Dislikes:
-Boredom: never truly alone, Ez cannot handle well-being left without answers to fight the empty hours. Usually Abi would not leave his sight but whenever she, read his own mind, is either exhausted or not in the mood he approaches complete breakdown. At said times his childish side kicks in to create games and feed the need for attention, or a way to break it.
-Pain: pain inflicted upon himself, not others. He finds the experience traumatizing, reliving past affairs which are best left locked away in the depths of his mind.
-Screams and shouts: not to be confused with just any loud noise nor exclusively directed towards his person. The anger and authority usually related to this events are what frighten him the most.

Motivations:
-Children: easily identified with kids, likewise, Ez can at this times cut loose from deceive and what he calls "serious" business and role-play. His social quirks are found generally entertaining and as such generate praise which he gladly accepts.
-Abigail: the delusion of his twin sister in the form of an imaginary friend, perceived as a phantom which haunts him. Carved upon his own despair and loneliness, a mystical self-cast quest for her revival keeps his will strong and his many, many fears slimmer.
-Knowledge: choosing never to forget, he sees as his only option since becoming a mage to mature, to absorb and become a sire and beacon of wisdom. A hard well-earned feat considering the mightily opponent his mental stability represents towards that goal.


Fears:
-Unknown: sure, most people can relate to the staggering feeling of not understanding what they done wrong. Ez takes it a step further on this eye sore situation to paralyzing effects if not well balanced by a motive of higher proportions that thrives him further.
-Love: more so as the affection and intimacy, only when perceived as warm felt and meaningful. Truly terrifying are those selfishness acts of brotherhood, friendship or pity passed on as expressions of 'Love' altogether. Carnal love he can relate to, as necessary to feed a needs end. Love as a manipulative tool, a game of power and control that disgusts him sure but doesn’t make him tremble...anymore.
-The forsaken one (his dad): the classical fatherhood issues arrive. An overpowering fear of physical repercussions stun him over thoughts of disapproval, disappointment and punishment. Insults also can trigger flashbacks as mental torture was another well-oiled tool in the forsaken one arsenal.

General Appearance

Height: 5'7
Weight: 126 pounds
Hair: White rather smooth hair descending toward the neck but stopping just below the ear level. Fringe clouds the eyes, can be pulled to the side, blocking just one. No beard nor sideburns.
Eyes: Grey with darker shades in the centre
Skin Tone: Pale white, light
Appearance:
Of frail constitution, Ez resembles a scarecrow at times. His body is dangerously slim if not for the upkeep of a decent muscle fitness regime. His clothes are dead simple, blue well-worn off jeans into a dark blue tank top into a plain white shirt on a loose black tie. No shoes whatsoever. His 'fashion' style does not differ as much, jeans into shirt into skirt kind of feel. As a young man that has not suffer the hard changes of puberty his clothes are somewhat baggy. His nails are on a pity stage, constantly, as he is quite the chewer. His teeth yellow from the bad habit of heavy smoking into even harder doses of daily coffee. Dirt all over his hands, clothes and nails is a must have for he does not mind laying on the ground and prefers it whenever possible. Dark heavy bags underneath his eyes due to sleep deprivation. His body stance is visualy awkward both sit and standing still. The latter revolves around slightly bending knees into furthered shoulders embracing the chest, arms reaching less than they should. While sitting down, he sits in all fours like a dog, legs to the chest at shoulder level.

Guild/Council n/a

Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: Back of his neck resembling a price label
Rank: D Rank

Interesting character.

'Tis approved!