Post by ezra ambrose on Jun 2, 2015 22:49:54 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]ezra ambrose
[attr="class","appc"]age 18
[attr="class","appc"]group commoner
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation unemployed
[attr="class","appp"]
+ compassionate, loyal, trustworthy, protective, dynamic, idealistic[break][break]
− impressionable, aggressive, rebellious, standoffish, moody, reckless[break][break]
after years of half-assed schooling, there are only two things he's learned for certain. one, there's no escaping from the past, from fatalistic beginnings. two: all magicians are fucking liars.[break][break]
childhood memories sit and stew in the deepest guts of a teenage mind. all the rankling choler, acerbic resentment and slick rage he churns up fail to dissolve that useless heap, like so many wads of old bubblegum. the flavor fades too fast, loses its original character and stretches into stringy messes of spiderwebs. all that sugar might as well be salt in his wounds, so he decides to pretend like it was never sweet to begin with. [break][break]
when he's ten years old, the woman he calls mother passes away. it hurts him, irrevocably, but his own bereavement is not so great as the man he calls father's. there are two deaths, consecutive: the first when she lies cold and still, the second when the grave diggers haphazardly fling dirt onto her casket and he catches his father's eyes through the tears. his father's image, his father's being withers too in his mind. pieces die off and fall apart in parts, chiseled with no finesse. he watches this second, partial dying without understanding it. [break][break]
the mansion becomes a mausoleum, sickening and antiseptic in equal parts. he runs away, again and again, trudges back to a house that no longer feels like a home bloodied and wearied and defeated. he picks so many fights he finally stumbles across one cause worth bleeding for (worth dying for, he says vehemently, stupidly). the red of resistance suits him, nurtures and takes him in.
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+ compassionate, loyal, trustworthy, protective, dynamic, idealistic[break][break]
− impressionable, aggressive, rebellious, standoffish, moody, reckless[break][break]
after years of half-assed schooling, there are only two things he's learned for certain. one, there's no escaping from the past, from fatalistic beginnings. two: all magicians are fucking liars.[break][break]
childhood memories sit and stew in the deepest guts of a teenage mind. all the rankling choler, acerbic resentment and slick rage he churns up fail to dissolve that useless heap, like so many wads of old bubblegum. the flavor fades too fast, loses its original character and stretches into stringy messes of spiderwebs. all that sugar might as well be salt in his wounds, so he decides to pretend like it was never sweet to begin with. [break][break]
when he's ten years old, the woman he calls mother passes away. it hurts him, irrevocably, but his own bereavement is not so great as the man he calls father's. there are two deaths, consecutive: the first when she lies cold and still, the second when the grave diggers haphazardly fling dirt onto her casket and he catches his father's eyes through the tears. his father's image, his father's being withers too in his mind. pieces die off and fall apart in parts, chiseled with no finesse. he watches this second, partial dying without understanding it. [break][break]
the mansion becomes a mausoleum, sickening and antiseptic in equal parts. he runs away, again and again, trudges back to a house that no longer feels like a home bloodied and wearied and defeated. he picks so many fights he finally stumbles across one cause worth bleeding for (worth dying for, he says vehemently, stupidly). the red of resistance suits him, nurtures and takes him in.
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through a dinner party fiasco involving a rude remark aimed at a magician and the subsequent "damned lesson" that had to be taught, ezra discovered his resilience to magical attacks. it's an unwanted nuisance in the disguise of a blessing. his body seems to treat even innocuous buildups of essence (summoning rooms, spirits nearby) like an allergy, with mild side effects like nausea and generally feeling ill.
[attr="class","apph2"]
through a dinner party fiasco involving a rude remark aimed at a magician and the subsequent "damned lesson" that had to be taught, ezra discovered his resilience to magical attacks. it's an unwanted nuisance in the disguise of a blessing. his body seems to treat even innocuous buildups of essence (summoning rooms, spirits nearby) like an allergy, with mild side effects like nausea and generally feeling ill.
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played by: pisces [break]
face claim: [b]tokyo ghoul,[/b] [i]ayato kirishima[/i] - ezra ambrose
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played by: pisces [break]
face claim: [b]tokyo ghoul,[/b] [i]ayato kirishima[/i] - ezra ambrose
