Post by ezra on Aug 23, 2009 21:19:53 GMT -5
Ezra Hart
This is my life
Age
nineteen.
Gender
male, thanks.
Species
vampire.
Home town
hamburg, germany.
Relationship status
single.
Occupation
bartender.
My strengths and Weaknessess
Weakness number one: Ezra gets aggravated (really, really) easily. That’s the first thing you need to know about him (other than the fact that he’s the biggest slut you’ll ever meet). If you really piss him off, you’ll know it—I mean, other than the fact that your face will be shoved into a brick wall and your arm twisted behind your back, the fire behind his eyes is impossible to miss. The one thing that is an easy way to getting your ass kicked is talking about his mother (and not the whole “yo momma” shit. Seriously, that’s lame). He curses a lot, but not because he’s pissed off at the world; it’s more out of habit than anger.
Weakness number two: being an absolute WHORE. That pretty much says it all. After seeing things such as break-ups and fights between parents, he’s afraid of falling in love. What he’s certainly not afraid of is having sex with any gorgeous passerby (or hot, reasonable, mildly-okay-looking, or—fuck. Any living person will do, really). One-night stands are all he can handle, really, and when he wants someone, he’ll get them—no matter what their sexual preference is (long and, frankly, entertaining story).
Strength number one: he's gusty. The kids either has a whole lot of guts, or he’s just plain stupid (highly debated issue). He’s never backed out on something because he was afraid or because he thought it was a bad idea. Not sure if that’s courage or severe lack of common sense. If you’ve known Ezra for more than five minutes, you’d say it’s a good mix of both, but definitely leaning more to the stupidity side of the story.
Strength number two: he's a freaking charmer. People either end up hating him or loving him--there's no in-between with Ezra. If you're unfortunate enough to fall under his charm, sucks to be you. If you're smart enough not to fall for his usual tricks, good for you. Bad part is he might hunt you down. Vampire with a vengeance. Has a nice ring to it, right? Not when he has his teeth sinking into you. Yeah. Didn't think so. Anyway, he has a nasty tendancy to either flirt or fight. And he's a pansexual whore, meaning those two options apply to everyone.
My History
Alessandra Davie hadn’t planned on becoming a hooker. It was that damned Robbie Lewis, she told herself. He made her go down that path. He started her need for cigarettes, he was the cause of her ceasing education, he stole the money she saved for college, and he was the one who caused her to go to bars all night and drink her sorrow away. He, in her mind, was how she met Michael Hart. Michael Hart hadn’t exactly planned on being a father, either. He had too much to risk: the perfect job, the perfect wife, the perfect family—the perfect life. But Alessandra Davie was too much to ignore.
Ezra’s name came from the bartender that had served their first round. Alessandra would have named him Michael had she any inclination to remember him, which she certainly didn’t, and she wasn’t particularly one for names, so Ezra it was. Then again, Alessandra didn’t really care either way. She spent most of her son’s childhood drinking, smoking, and bringing home new boyfriends every week. Often times Ezra would find himself face to face with his math teacher in the morning. By the time he was twelve years old, his mother had dated the entire male faculty at his old school.
One of the worst things about the day of his birth was that Alessandra refused to let him know when his birthday was, as if it was some sort of sick pleasure that he wasn’t allowed to have. He’d try to ask questions aimed at finding out around which time he was born. Of course, his mother would frequently change her answers and lie as often as possible. As he was home-schooled for most of his life, he had no one at a regular school to perhaps help him find his date of birth. When signing up for things such as a driver’s license, he had to use his mother’s birthday, April 19th. It was something that would confuse Ezra for the rest of his life.
One day in his five year-old life, when he was eating goldfish in the kitchen, he heard loud yelling coming from upstairs. Curse words flew threw the air, and what sounded like pieces of furniture were also thrown. A man came downstairs, unknown to Ezra at the time—his father. Michael Hart had come back for another fling with Alessandra. Ezra, crying as Michael came into the kitchen beating his mother, closed his eyes and threw the closest thing that his fingers could find. Michael Hart was stabbed seven times in his leg. Still bleeding, he dragged the sobbing boy upstairs and attempted to drown him. Thankfully Alessandra, who was a bit quicker than the man, managed to get the man out of her apartment. They never heard of Ezra again. Fearing for her child’s health, Alessandra shipped him for a few weeks to her mother Evangeline’s home.
Evangeline, Ezra's grandmother, had a habit of telling it to you straight. She also held a great interest in elves and took joy in gardening and spending her time outside. She was not a woman to be messed with, but she was the kindest of her kind that you would ever meet. He spent most of his afternoons painstakingly helping her in the vast yard. The yard must have been the most expensive thing he’d ever seen in his life. It seemed to stretch on forever, and the flowers that curled up around every twist and turn were of various colors and shapes. The caretaker of this garden was his uncle, Jasper Davie.
Jasper, a warlock, had initially been hired as a way to lift his spirits from the recent death of his wife. If there was anything that could save him, Evangeline reasoned, it would be hard work and the comfort of a family. Jasper moved into the guest house at the far side of the garden and vowed to keep it beautiful as long as he lived. Like Ezra cared. He was six years old and only wanted to play with real toys and real children, not the fake ones that Jasper created for him out of illusion. He’d never had a real friend, and at this point in his life, it didn’t seem like he was going to get one.
He moved back into the apartment when he was eight. By this time Alessandra had another child: Casey. She had abandoned Casey, leaving her on the step of a home of what seemed to be a wealthy family. They moved within four months, seeing as they needed a larger apartment space for the baby. Ezra discovered he had a sister by the photo that Alessandra kept under her dresser, in the box full of old, private matters that she didn’t want to deal with. He had gotten the information out of his mother, threatening her with a violent death. He didn’t particularly care for his mother—or, he didn’t want to; part of him did love her. Ezra moved out of the apartment again when he was fifteen, seeking refuge with his cousins Alairic and Ukiah, who had moved to New York for Ukiah's marriage. A few weeks later, he was hired as a bartender in Brooklyn, which is what he is currently doing now.
So, he was basically at a lack for parental figures in his life—well, if you didn’t count Tyler. Tyler, a nineteen year-old who worked at one of the local record stores, gave him the best advice of his life: see who gets it in the end.
Roleplay Sample
i refuse. politely. (:
This is my life
Age
nineteen.
Gender
male, thanks.
Species
vampire.
Home town
hamburg, germany.
Relationship status
single.
Occupation
bartender.
My strengths and Weaknessess
Weakness number one: Ezra gets aggravated (really, really) easily. That’s the first thing you need to know about him (other than the fact that he’s the biggest slut you’ll ever meet). If you really piss him off, you’ll know it—I mean, other than the fact that your face will be shoved into a brick wall and your arm twisted behind your back, the fire behind his eyes is impossible to miss. The one thing that is an easy way to getting your ass kicked is talking about his mother (and not the whole “yo momma” shit. Seriously, that’s lame). He curses a lot, but not because he’s pissed off at the world; it’s more out of habit than anger.
Weakness number two: being an absolute WHORE. That pretty much says it all. After seeing things such as break-ups and fights between parents, he’s afraid of falling in love. What he’s certainly not afraid of is having sex with any gorgeous passerby (or hot, reasonable, mildly-okay-looking, or—fuck. Any living person will do, really). One-night stands are all he can handle, really, and when he wants someone, he’ll get them—no matter what their sexual preference is (long and, frankly, entertaining story).
Strength number one: he's gusty. The kids either has a whole lot of guts, or he’s just plain stupid (highly debated issue). He’s never backed out on something because he was afraid or because he thought it was a bad idea. Not sure if that’s courage or severe lack of common sense. If you’ve known Ezra for more than five minutes, you’d say it’s a good mix of both, but definitely leaning more to the stupidity side of the story.
Strength number two: he's a freaking charmer. People either end up hating him or loving him--there's no in-between with Ezra. If you're unfortunate enough to fall under his charm, sucks to be you. If you're smart enough not to fall for his usual tricks, good for you. Bad part is he might hunt you down. Vampire with a vengeance. Has a nice ring to it, right? Not when he has his teeth sinking into you. Yeah. Didn't think so. Anyway, he has a nasty tendancy to either flirt or fight. And he's a pansexual whore, meaning those two options apply to everyone.
My History
Alessandra Davie hadn’t planned on becoming a hooker. It was that damned Robbie Lewis, she told herself. He made her go down that path. He started her need for cigarettes, he was the cause of her ceasing education, he stole the money she saved for college, and he was the one who caused her to go to bars all night and drink her sorrow away. He, in her mind, was how she met Michael Hart. Michael Hart hadn’t exactly planned on being a father, either. He had too much to risk: the perfect job, the perfect wife, the perfect family—the perfect life. But Alessandra Davie was too much to ignore.
Ezra’s name came from the bartender that had served their first round. Alessandra would have named him Michael had she any inclination to remember him, which she certainly didn’t, and she wasn’t particularly one for names, so Ezra it was. Then again, Alessandra didn’t really care either way. She spent most of her son’s childhood drinking, smoking, and bringing home new boyfriends every week. Often times Ezra would find himself face to face with his math teacher in the morning. By the time he was twelve years old, his mother had dated the entire male faculty at his old school.
One of the worst things about the day of his birth was that Alessandra refused to let him know when his birthday was, as if it was some sort of sick pleasure that he wasn’t allowed to have. He’d try to ask questions aimed at finding out around which time he was born. Of course, his mother would frequently change her answers and lie as often as possible. As he was home-schooled for most of his life, he had no one at a regular school to perhaps help him find his date of birth. When signing up for things such as a driver’s license, he had to use his mother’s birthday, April 19th. It was something that would confuse Ezra for the rest of his life.
One day in his five year-old life, when he was eating goldfish in the kitchen, he heard loud yelling coming from upstairs. Curse words flew threw the air, and what sounded like pieces of furniture were also thrown. A man came downstairs, unknown to Ezra at the time—his father. Michael Hart had come back for another fling with Alessandra. Ezra, crying as Michael came into the kitchen beating his mother, closed his eyes and threw the closest thing that his fingers could find. Michael Hart was stabbed seven times in his leg. Still bleeding, he dragged the sobbing boy upstairs and attempted to drown him. Thankfully Alessandra, who was a bit quicker than the man, managed to get the man out of her apartment. They never heard of Ezra again. Fearing for her child’s health, Alessandra shipped him for a few weeks to her mother Evangeline’s home.
Evangeline, Ezra's grandmother, had a habit of telling it to you straight. She also held a great interest in elves and took joy in gardening and spending her time outside. She was not a woman to be messed with, but she was the kindest of her kind that you would ever meet. He spent most of his afternoons painstakingly helping her in the vast yard. The yard must have been the most expensive thing he’d ever seen in his life. It seemed to stretch on forever, and the flowers that curled up around every twist and turn were of various colors and shapes. The caretaker of this garden was his uncle, Jasper Davie.
Jasper, a warlock, had initially been hired as a way to lift his spirits from the recent death of his wife. If there was anything that could save him, Evangeline reasoned, it would be hard work and the comfort of a family. Jasper moved into the guest house at the far side of the garden and vowed to keep it beautiful as long as he lived. Like Ezra cared. He was six years old and only wanted to play with real toys and real children, not the fake ones that Jasper created for him out of illusion. He’d never had a real friend, and at this point in his life, it didn’t seem like he was going to get one.
He moved back into the apartment when he was eight. By this time Alessandra had another child: Casey. She had abandoned Casey, leaving her on the step of a home of what seemed to be a wealthy family. They moved within four months, seeing as they needed a larger apartment space for the baby. Ezra discovered he had a sister by the photo that Alessandra kept under her dresser, in the box full of old, private matters that she didn’t want to deal with. He had gotten the information out of his mother, threatening her with a violent death. He didn’t particularly care for his mother—or, he didn’t want to; part of him did love her. Ezra moved out of the apartment again when he was fifteen, seeking refuge with his cousins Alairic and Ukiah, who had moved to New York for Ukiah's marriage. A few weeks later, he was hired as a bartender in Brooklyn, which is what he is currently doing now.
So, he was basically at a lack for parental figures in his life—well, if you didn’t count Tyler. Tyler, a nineteen year-old who worked at one of the local record stores, gave him the best advice of his life: see who gets it in the end.
Roleplay Sample
i refuse. politely. (:
