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[Ezra Clyde Roman]

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I go by (your alias), and my time zone is (put down your time zone). I found this site by (tell us how you found this site). You can contact me (by what? MSN, AIM, PM?).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Ezra Clyde Roman.

AGE:

Appearance: 24
Literal: 947
He was born in 1066 or the start of the Middle Ages. He’s a very old man, though looks quite young thanks to events.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight okay, he's a little bi.

SPECIES:

Shape-shifter (mountain goat)/Gifted (agrokinesis: manipulate and generate plants) hybrid > angel > vampire > demon > werewolf. If he changed into anything else, it all depends on his rp threads; which I do not mind having.

NATIONALITY:

Russian, Irish, Polish, Icelandic, and German. First two are from his father, the other three are from his mother. As you can tell, he’s a mutt.

OCCUPATION:

Chief Executive Officer of Roman Industries and an underground illegal criminal; owns a mercenary and thieving organization within the company. He is also a hunter on the side - mainly to those that have depleted his trust or have done him wrong via his business. As you can tell, Ezra keeps himself busy as he is a very busy man. Nonetheless, he does have free time and spends it well.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Everyone wears clothing and his is more of the structural sort. When he’s working the man is always uptight in attire. Everything is straight and fashioned. The tie is straight, the cufflinks match, his suits pressed and contains no wrinkles whatsoever. Outside of work, his clothing is the exact opposite. Though he has a no wrinkle policy in his mind, his clothes are clean and are usually thin and a little chunky; baggy. He isn’t one for anything too tight or uncomfortable as he is the kind of man that wears whatever is comfortable and fits when outside of work. Underneath that clothing is a muscular man that’s in shape. After all with his side job attached to the company, he kind of has to be in order to deal with the criminals that do his dirty work. The man has a six-pack though another row is starting to form and defined muscles throughout his body. His skin is a fair to peachy tone that matches with a lot of the people in the city. His eyes are a gray to blue hue, sometimes mixed with emerald or honey-brown depending on lighting. Hazel eyes that are mostly blue. His hair is mocha brown with some honey highlights up on front and is trimmed short with very faint natural curls.

CELEB CLAIM:

Paul Wesley.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Remember those times in class where you had to describe a person with just one non-offensive word? That one word that was used to describe Ezra a lot was goal-orientated. That also includes stubborn and bossy, but the man mainly got the orientated one a lot. For if there was something that he wanted or needed; whatever the reason may be, the man sought it out, made it his number one priority, and got it eventually in the end, even if he had to wait forever. Though he can be cruel, cold, and smart-alec, the man can also be a sweet thing and a little emotional - though no one really sees that side of him. He mostly shows you a strong but yet flaunty male and if you somehow see past that exterior, then congratulations to you - you get to see the real him. Besides that the man is very intelligent and often makes more plans than he should in case one fails. He’s extremely goal-orientated and persistent.

LIKES:

• being the boss
• when things go his way
• getting away with things
• being able to get whatever he wants
• outsmarting people
• the nightlife
• women
• demons, they seem to work better
• food as it is the way to his heart
• relaxing music
• being alone sometimes
• knowledge

DISLIKES:

• being belittled
• being blamed
• things not going his way
• when his son is unhappy - MUST SPOIL!
• pimples
• not having authority
• getting caught
• getting backstabbed
• getting used
• being hurt in both emotional and physical
• running out of coffee
• going through long meetings that are unnecessary
• angels to a degree

SECRETS:

• his second job, the illegal one
• he has children
• his specie

FEARS:

• people claustrophia; he doesn’t do well with a lot of people in a small space
• getting caught and being put to jail that he cant pay his way out of
• anything not quicker than death
• losing everything he owns plus his dignity

DREAMS:

• expand the company more
• quitting to a more relaxing position
• being able to live to his old ages and have legacies that are worthy
• being tax-free

STRENGTHS:

• authoritative
• stubborn
• powerful financially
• strategy, real life and games
• he has a good heart sometimes to those that are worthy

WEAKNESSES:

• sways away from large groups
• though he has money, he’s greedy
• always has to have something
• likes using the ban-hammer; saying you’re fired rather than hear you out
• emotions, feelings like love; he has a heart deep down

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

//I apologize if some parts seem more unnecessary detail than others. I had random bursts of muse and then it depleted. I also apologize for the length.//

A cloud of darkness choked the sky above, making icy cold rain fall onto the already muddy earth from the previous rain earlier on that day. Rain season it was, and having anything dry was something highly rare; much like a little golden clump that one finds in the riverbed on a hot afternoon as the waters hurriedly brush it’s shimmering yellow color out from under the rocky and sandy bed. A flash of lightning, though rare, lit up the darkened ebon sky and caused the world around two people to be lit up for a bright second before it all faded once again into darkness. Not too long afterwards that strike of light, a rumbling came after; at first soft then the noise tumbled louder and louder until it roared above and past the two running persons. Hand in hand and huffing out of breath, a man and a woman ran as fast as they could out of the freezing rain and looked for shelter from the cold.

“It’s going to be alright Beatrice. It’s going to be alright.” A man spoke once they reached shelter. A little indent in a stoned hillside covered them from the storm. Strong muscular arms, that of a solider, wrapped protectively over the woman, holding her close against his chest as another flash of lightning lit up their world and the rolling thunder, roared in the sky. Petite hands gripped her lovers clothing’s as she leaned onto him, her eyes shut and scared. She was fine with storms, but it was being in the middle of one without a home nor family that spooked the girl. Reassuring her with a back caress, the man rested his chin on top her head, his breathing calmed form the run and his sapphire eyes stared out forward; watching for any predators that may have ventured too close.

None came. For a few moments the couple stood before pain in her stomach got her to resort to sitting on the slightly muddy ground. Sitting beside her, the man moved her to lean on him, his gaze still protective and still ever watchful. As she closed her eyes, holding her stomach tight and tried her best to ignore the pain, his arm held onto her tighter, letting her know that he was there for her in this horrible storm. After some hours, the storm died down and the only water that fell was some from the indent that managed to collect and fall from rock to rock. “Beatrice, it’s time to go.” The man spoke, patting her shoulder before she woke up. Feeling amiss, he helped her up and the two continued on their way. Thanks to the quick and unexpected storm, they had to cut their little adventure short in the plains. Thankfully they found shelter before anything else happened to them. Once hope, the two went their separate ways; Beatrice going to her family and Jeremiah going into his. It wasn’t until the end of the week, as her stomach pains persisted, that the apothecary had informed her that she wasn’t ill, she was pregnant.

Months had passed since that day and the two started to get closer and closer together. When the child was born was then Jeremiah got on one knee in the muddy ground and looked up at Beatrice with eyes so sincere. He pulled out a ring of precious gems; people wondered how’d he come to find such beauty. Did he steal it? Sold his soul for it? Questions arose but Jeremiah ignored them and asked for Beatrice to be his bride for eternity. The woman said yes and took his hand as he put the ring gingerly on her finger. Now they had a family. A mother and a wife, a father and a husband, and now a little son; whom seemed to be a little mini-Jeremiah. Nonetheless, the baby was praised and pampered constantly. Some months later after getting everything in order and settled down, the two were officially married and now, she and her son carried Jeremiah’s last name. Though that wasn’t the only child that they were blessed with. Three other children sprouted and the family grew even bigger. Sasha came next after Ezra, then the twins Meredith and Leo. Each set were around two-ish years apart. The babies were close to one another age-wise. No problem for them!

As the children grew up with their mother and grandparents (from their mother’s side of the tree), the father’s parents were more distant and the father started to do some shady things in town. When Ezra was around ten or so and his siblings no younger than five was when things started to get really bad for the family. One day his father came home all bloody and Ezra asked why. For the first time the child got slapped across the cheek. Never before did his father hit him and for that Ezra got scared. With that freight, the child shifted into something that they considered ‘food’. With a goat-cry and a few hind kicks, Ezra ran to another part of the house, where he was held onto tightly by his mother. Shape-shifting ran along her lines and now the father knew what she was. The two parents fought for a moment before she blurted out his secret. That’s right, she was observant and saw how he controlled water with mere ease. Both had their secrets and both shut up to try to accept reality with what they were dealt with. It took some hours of comforting the little goat of a son before he shifted back and immediately the child clung onto his mother, so scared.

It wasn’t too long after, weeks maybe, that things that started to get better were shattered down into the mud again. His father came home bloody once again. Even in the rain it didn’t wash off the thickness of the red liquid from his form. The man yelled and told Beatrice to get the children and leave; now. Just as he did, an arrow was shot through his chest. Jeremiah grabbed it, broke it, and as he turned around, drawing a blade, another arrow swooped in the air and hit him in the chest. But the man wasn’t going down without a fight. Scared but in mild control, Ezra ran to his mother whom was getting Sasha, Meredith, and Leo together. Sneaking out in the back, the woman and her four children ran off into the forest. Even in the rain, she knew that they were being followed. Call it a shape-shifter’s heightened sense of everything around them. Stopping by an oak tree of massive size to catch her breath, Beatrice looked at her eldest son Ezra, “Take your siblings and go! Please! Run as far as you can and don’t look back! No matter what you do, don’t any of you turn back!” Even though all the younger siblings were scared and obeyed, they failed to notice her tears like Ezra did. With a nod, Ezra grabbed the two youngest, leaving the second eldest to run with him.

The small group managed to run through the woods and into a smaller town not so far away - just some miles through the forest unscathed. They made it and knocked on one of the houses. First one was not welcoming, second one was threatening, but third one was the charm. Upon knocking a man answered the door and took the children inside; protecting them from the, what Ezra assumed were ‘hunters’. Hunting them? Probably. Why? He didn’t know… He really didn’t. for some weeks, the children stayed under the man’s care. They were really scared and the man had just a soft heart so let them stay for a much longer period of time. His wife didn’t seem to mind much either - the children were very much well kept. Though he was merely ten, he knew what was going on. His mother was defending them - probably distracting the so called hunters or maybe went to attack them or save their dad… Whatever the reason, he was glad she did it. Now all of them could live on! Though now they didn’t have a mother… Which was very difficult for the children in these medieval times.

Nonetheless, the small group of children thanked the man and left his home. They went to find a home to call their own. A few times they encountered the authorities, but being ‘sneaky children’ now thanks to being left to fend for themselves, their street-smart ways helped them escape with ease. Though after some months as snow started to fall, they knew that they finally met their match. Once again they sought shelter. Ezra was taking the lead; being the parental figure in all of this though they all were close in age. He was the eldest so he would do this. One door, two door, authorities, three door, four… No one seemed to want to take in children for some reason. Maybe it was a slight poverty or whatnot, but Ezra wished that they had someone before the snow froze over their feet. Noticing unhealthy children (most looked malnourished but still spiritual with energy and such) with tattered clothing knocking around and looking so pathetic, a young woman that had to be fifteen saw them and told them to follow her. She was the daughter of a very powerful man and so, being the only ‘spoiled brat’ child that she was, she took them to her place and managed to convince her father to let them stay. Now… She had friends.

The children were so happy. Ezra did good. He got them a temporary home for the winter time. They were fed so well. Chicken, rice, beans, mashed potatoes, and delicious milk. The winter months were very well to them and their malnourished bodies got healthier and so did their attitudes. Though Ezra knew that he shouldn’t stay here for long. For some reason he didn’t feel like he belonged - like he overstayed his visit. So, one night, Ezra gathered up his siblings. Two wanted to stay but one wanted to go with him. There was a small argument between the children that alerted the man which Ezra called “Caterpillar” due to his huge overgrown mustache that reminded him of one of those fuzzy bugs. He insisted that the children stay. They were orphans and his daughter seemed to take a high interest in them. Ezra yelled for him not to call him an orphan. It was offensive. It wasn’t an argument but more of bribery that Ezra and the man had. The elder man was stunned at Ezra’s mouth - how he knew what he wanted and stood on his beliefs like a stubborn mule. The man and him made an agreement… So Ezra didn’t feel like he overstayed his welcome, he’d do chores and such. Seemed like a good idea. So Ezra took it. All of them did, but Ezra got the most.

Ezra still felt weird being taken in like this… All because his daughter didn’t have any friends and wanted to play… And that Ezra didn’t like being raised by someone else other than his mother and father. Though… With a sigh, he tried to let it all go and just accept this new life… At least momentarily. His siblings looked happy and that was all that mattered to him. Years went by… Seven to be precise. Ezra was seventeen and EX-LOVER1, the man’s daughter, was five or so years older than him and looking beautiful. Though she was growing a little distant with them, Ezra managed to get a little closer than normal with her. Yup - the man was having an affair with her. She was engaged to another man on the other side of the city yet was laying in bed with Ezra - to no ones knowledge, until she started to show signs that she was with child. She held it good; sucking in her stomach and wearing those weird corsets and scarves. But she was caught nonetheless, and by her old man. She disgraced him! But he wasn’t going to kill her or punish her so bad… But Ezra? In his eyes the kid was no longer welcomed.

Scared, Ezra tried to escape but was apprehended. His siblings protested but the man was taken down to the catacombs down below (more like a holding cell) to await execution in a few days time. That was where his eyes met his mother’s. She was captured some weeks ago and in some days was going to be her time to die. The two, though they couldn’t touch, spilled out their feelings and stories - enjoying each other’s company until two days passed and the sun seeped inside through the bottom cracks of the door. It opened and both Ezra, his mother, and two other prisoners that he didn’t know were taken up in chains and brought up outside into the light form the darkness of the bellows.

Seeing someone being executed for the first time besides his father (he assumed he died, but who really knew), Ezra got scared. He was shivering slightly and trying his best to control his shifting ability. His mother was next and Ezra cried out for her and for them to not do it - that she was innocent. Yet… When she got up on the wooden platform, they called her a canine beast - a wolf of trickery, a demon. When they hit her a few times, she growled deeply - proving their point that she wasn’t human. Putting a noose around her neck, she was ready to be leveled. When she fell, Ezra screamed and lost control. He shifted into a rather large mountain goat. It wasn’t a ‘cool’ shape-shift animal, but that was what he was. At least he had horns that did quite a lot of damage to some men around him before he ran off. Some guards followed but they were not match for the quicker goat and one that even shifted to hide then shifted back to run.

Ezra was smart, was quick, and was scared as well as determined. He ran to their ‘home’ and snuck inside where he managed to get a hold of one of his siblings. The other two were ‘out’ with Caterpillar, and Ezra didn’t know what was going to happen to them. He was scared to death. Managing to convince his sibling, the two shifted and got out of there. Ezra was a large mountain goat while his sibling was something else. It didn’t matter, the two just continued to run - Ezra’s hooves clanking against the stone roads until they got into the more poor side and his hooves hit the dirt, running - a cloud of dust behind him as he ran. He couldn’t save them all… The man was powerful and if he tried he knew that it wouldn’t turn out so well, so he was content with one sibling. As long as he saved one… It would be fine.

The two managed to run west a bit until they finally settled down. The man felt betrayed. Betrayed and used by everyone. From a distance, he saw his ex-lover with her now husband and a child in her arms. He had not one child, but two… A son and a daughter; twins. He never knew their names or held them in his arms, just saw them from a distance… And that was the closest that he got. The man’s jaws tensed when her husband gave her a kiss and one of ‘his’ babies a caress on the cheek with his thumb. One day… One day… He will get them back. She lied to him, lied to them all. Though he was seventeen, the man felt used, betrayed, and he got colder in personality. Even more so after witnessing his mother’s death and being the ‘leader’ out of the group of children, life was just a struggle in these medieval times. Nonetheless, for his sister Sasha that came with him, Ezra stood strong. She was his prized jewel and he’d do anything to protect her from harm. Returning back to the west after his quick little visit, Ezra started to get to work. He bought a dinky home that was tattered like his heart and worked to start to fix it and support his sister.

She was a few years younger than him and was just as scared, nonetheless after her little ‘time off’, she too found a job and started to get some money in along with Ezra. While she did her own thing, Ezra did his - which was all honest work plus some thievery… Though the man knew that he might get caught, and it was there that he started a little business. It wasn’t much, but it helped some of the poor children and people out there. Who would the authorities believe anyways if they got caught? Saying Ezra - a now somewhat respectable and honest working man, or some peasant that was desperate? It was all good for him. He found a few peasants and made deals with them. They fetch him certain things, mainly money and food, they got half - if not now then later on. It seemed like a great deal to him and even more so for them if they even agreed. Ezra’s pay increased, but the man was sneaky enough as to hide most and not let anyone notice.

Twenty-one, Ezra and Sasha were now stable and living a pretty good life. People knew that they were siblings - always watching out for one another. Though they were almost inseparable that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be separated. A woman much older than Ezra, managed to separate them and catch Ezra’s interest. She was some years younger but she was beautiful as ever. The two started to become an item and almost replacing a woman at Ezra’s side, was EX-LOVER2. His sister looked like she was jealous, or well to Ezra she did, but she didn’t act on it, which was good. EX-LOVER2, knew one side of Ezra. Not the shape-shifting part, but his abilities. How he made her precious plants still flourish in the wintertime and even got her roses in the dry seasons. Everything he did was for her now. For whatever reason, probably due to it was getting awkward for his girlfriend was now living with them, Sasha decided to leave… Or well she started to but never finished. Men in eerie attire, like eleven years ago that hurt his father… They found him.

Much like before, they came in during a bad storm - thunder rolling in the sky above and rain just pouring about their dwellings. Ezra and EX-LOVER2 were on the floor by the kitchen as Sasha was trying to cook some food under candlelight. It was there that EX-LOVER2 announced that she was with child. The couple intertwined fingers and got closer. Sasha never saw Ezra smile so big right then and there. As he planted a kiss on her with eyes closed, an arrow shot through the window and almost got him in the shoulder. The door soon was busted down and three men came in. One ran to the right after Sasha, who dropped what she was doing and ran off. Now they were left with two men. One was much younger than the other two and was behind the taller man who was looking dead on Ezra, before adverting his gaze to the woman.

The man aimed an arrow at them and fired, causing the two to split up a bit. With haste, much like a professional, he aimed his next arrow on the girl and fired. With just as much speed, Ezra jumped in the way and got hit instead of her. “I’m going to kill you!” Harsh words were called and as Ezra approached the man, another arrow hit his chest. Tears fell down not only his cheeks but his lovers as well as she watched her lover get hit with arrows. As Ezra and the man fought, Ezra managed to get him on his back on the ground and that was when he said “Get her!” The younger man obeyed, took out a knife, and lunched at EX-LOVER2. Ezra tried to run to her but the man grabbed his arm, causing him to fall down, which in return moved the arrows that were lodged in his chest. She managed to dodge some swings of the knife, but got cut quite a few times. Ezra managed to finish off the man before running to her air. When Sasha returned with some blood on her (he assumed she kicked his butt real good), he told EX-LOVER2 to run with his sister - probably to a friends house and he would meet up later. She did and ran off, leaving Era to fight this man alone. Though he was young, much like the same age as Ezra, he was not injured so had the upper hand. The next thing he noticed was everything was getting blurry and darker. He tried to punch and move but he couldn’t as his body just fell to the side; lifeless.

Ezra died that day. From up above, he watched as his lover gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and his sister help her with raising him. There wasn’t anything that he could do. For years upon years the man stayed in Heaven, unable to do anything. Years upon years, possibly a few hundred passed (so did the Black Death by this time) by the time he was allowed to be brought down onto the Earth. His mission was to do the work of the lord and protect people. Call him a guardian angel and a warrior of God. Two jobs in one, but Ezra could do it. It basically just allowed him to react and take charge within any given territory and situation.

His personality was much the same, but a little colder… At least inside. Outside and around other angels he acted with more respect and such as he knew his place and where he stood amongst the ranks. Ezra wasn’t a fool, though he acted like one sometimes. Ezra was a warrior of God and a guardian angel to warriors on the battle field as well as people struggling for a few hundred years on Earth. The man roughly stayed around the same spots and helped, though when battle drew him, he went and watched over soldiers that had fallen and healed others as well as took arms up of his own. Some years after the end of the Late Middle Ages was when something bad happened to Ezra… An event that made his personality start to shift once again! This guy couldn’t get a break!

There were some battles after Sir Francis Drake sailed in the Tudors Era, and it was one of those battles that Ezra was in. He was till a puppet under god’s strings and he didn’t mind. This was what the afterlife was and the man accepted it! Though he still had his plant ability, the man lost his shape-shifting, but he gained healing and flight, so it was all good. Or so he thought. After a battle and a regrouping, Ezra went out in the fields to stand watch. He wasn’t alone. There were a few people walking around watching, guarding the camps, but his little group was ambushed. They managed to kill two people by him before making their way to him. They didn’t kill him though. Before they could, the creatures saw that they were spotted. Not leaving without a little gift, one quickly turned Ezra - letting the man be drained of blood before replacing it with it’s own, before it ran off, leaving Ezra in immense pain; rolling about.

Ezra was taken back into camp where he was healed up in the few wounds he got. They said that this was very strange that eh got bit a few times and there was holes and blood everywhere, but he would live. They asked what he saw and why they did that, but the man didn’t have any answers. He tried to heal himself when they left (a thing that he usually did when no one was looking), but he was unable to. Upon getting frustrated, he started to have a temper tantrum and soon was brought back down to a more sedated state… Until the sun rose. When it did and his skin burned, Ezra growled and moved to the corner of the tent. As people left, he and a few others stayed. This was basically where people were healed… Ezra stayed in the corner, occasionally poking the sunlight and feeling pain - making sure that he wasn’t crazy.

At night when he was able to, Ezra ran away form the tent, then his post, and ran into the city in Italia where he broke into a library and started to do some research. After hours upon hours, he soon stumbled upon some books and soon the man learned about Vampires. He was one. The power of God did compel him and sunlight burnt his skin… And he had the weirdest urge to rip the guard’s neck outside and feast on his warm blood. Ezra was started to hate life right then and there. For some years, he stayed low; very low as to not be caught, seen, and all that such. Feeling like he didn’t have much options left, Ezra moved south and managed to get into Egypt where he lived for quite some time until some ‘drama’ started between him and some men about their women that he fled down south into the more drier parts of Africa… It was there that depression started to take hold as well as hunger. Life was starting to not feel like it should be something worth living anymore.

Depression was his worst enemy… As he was walking, starving, in the dark all alone, he heard some noises then a cry. He ran with incredible speed to the scene to see some men hit a small child that couldn’t be more than four or so, with sticks, rocks, and all that nature stuff. Ezra bared his fangs and stepped in - killing all five of the men and draining them all of blood. The little girl was scared, but just of the men, not of Ezra… She approached him and placed a little hand on him. At first he retaliated and grabbed her hand, baring his bloody fangs at her… But there was something in her eyes that caused him to let those fangs retract and release his grip upon her wrist. Letting go, he soon confronted the little girl, whom somehow managed to get his heart to open up. She explained to him that they killed her mommy and her daddy she didn’t know where he was… Those men did it and she thanked him and told him to kill her slowly if he had to. He didn’t… Instead he did the opposite, he took her in. Her names, as she told him, she was called Asha (meaning “life”), but when her mother was disgraced for being a single parent with no man, her mother changed her name to “Awiti”, meaning ‘thrown away’. Despite the name change, her mother loved her very much and defended her until her last breath. Not liking the name at all, Ezra gave her another name… Zuri… Which meant beautiful. To him she was. The man took her in as his child that day.

He only came out of the mountain side at night and he came back with all sorts of things. Weapons, wood, food… You name it. Zuri grew up to be a young adult - in her late teens. In Ezra’s eyes she couldn’t be more than twenty at this time. She was so beautiful and he was so proud of her. This was the second time that she saw him smile (first time was the first day they met). Ezra taught her all that she knew - many African dialects and languages as well as cultures so she could find a suitable man and environment to live in. She couldn’t stay cooped up like he was, she needed to live, so he let her go and like any bird of age, she flew out of the nest. Even though she wasn’t his real biological daughter, she was the only one he managed to raise. She was, in his true opinion, his only child.

After Zuri married, it wasn’t long until America was starting to form some more that Ezra took interest in it. He didn’t want to leave his daughter but something was calling him there… Maybe it was the chance to actually be around a more developed society with buildings and more diverse culture? Whatever it was, Ezra kept on facing west a lot, just staring and sighing. Zuri took note of his slight mood changes and little depressive episodes when she visited (which wasn’t much thanks to a husband). She told him that she’d be fine, and to go live his own life like how he let her. Like him saving her and taking her in, she said it was her turn to save him now. Never before did she see him cry. A few tears slipped out of the corner of his eyes as he hugged her and kissed her forehead, “I will never forget you. You’re my baby… My beautiful gem, my Zuri. I… Love you.” It wasn’t a relationship love, but a fatherly one. Those were the last words he said to her before heading north and getting on one of the ships to America.

Zuri gave him a little necklace… One night when she was young, they both sat down on the edge of his little home and made some necklaces out of seashells, rocks, and gems they found. It took a while but they both managed to carve out a little sideways triangle. She was trying to make a heart but it came out to be a little elongated… Almost looked like a fang. Either or… That was Ezra’s necklace and now it was his most prized possession that he had. Even arriving in the New World, he didn’t trade it for anything. Once it was stolen form him but he got it back and killed the little mugger that stole it form him in the first place. As America started to get bigger and bigger, Ezra opened up his little business again - using people and supplying them with information and such and getting half of their pay. From what little he had, it soon was getting bigger and bigger. In the 1900’s now, the man started to make a name for himself, and a good one at that.

As the years passed on, he started to become filthy rich. It was just beautiful for him. It was a little difficult for him to be unable to enter the sunlight so the man devised a plan… He would get someone to be the face of everything while Ezra worked on the sidelines - once again boarding his little second business out there some more. Things seemed to work well for a few years until his ’so called buddy’ turned on him and managed to kill him. How? It involved chains, the sea, and of course after time passed - the sun. Ezra, sadly, came back to life as a demon. He lost all his previous powers but now was gained with this combination of fire and telekinesis. Ezra became the worst man ever in the next few years - making all these people and their families suffer for what he was put through. Call it “he snapped”, and indeed he did.

Though calming down and now everything under his name now, Ezra was back to where he left - though now instead of being unable to walk in the sunlight, he was able to. Still, he had the aging problem, which didn’t help. So, he never showed his face his small company soon started to expand and new I.D.’s were given to himself. He went as Clyde, then Jason, then Derek, and so on and so forth - giving his company legacy and stories along with each false identity. He was the owner as well as the C.E.O. of his own company called Roman Industries, which did a multitude of different things - most financial but benefited the country. His company worked quite a lot with the government in terms of money handling and exchanging their merchandise for cash and tax cuts. Roman Industries was becoming quite popular out in the world, and Ezra was just loving it all.

It was around 2004 in New York that he was signing papers and having another building in New Jersey built. He had money to spend so why not make more buildings and expand even more? So Far he just had one in California and one in New York, and well, New York was too crazy for him so he wanted to make a building in the busy but not overly-crazy state of New Jersey. It just seemed less popular and he wanted to make it bubble with activity. So, he signed paperwork there. Though as he was hiring some new staff, he met a woman… EX-LOVER3. She was rather rude first meeting and tested Ezra’s authority. Though he really didn’t have any legally, she was busting his bubble and just aggravating him. She made a really bad impression by standing up to him like he didn’t have money to do anything to her. The two bumped into a bar some days later and she approached him. She knew she did wrong by ‘attacking’ him verbally like that when he didn’t do anything wrong so offered to buy him a drink. He refused, opened his snotty mouth, and that was when a small argument arose. Though it wasn’t bad. It was just ‘bad ‘mouthing’ talk to lower the others esteem down… Which didn’t work on either. After it all, the two exchanged more calming words, smiled and laughed a bit, and even uttered a “You’re not that bad”. She was a rough girl… He liked that.

Ezra decided to give the woman a spot at his company. It wasn’t anything special, just some secretary for him. Everything was good and his life was clearing up some more. He was rich, was bored but now had entertainment, and now was feeling happier. Even more so when she told him she was pregnant. He was happy (though in his eyes no one can ever replace Zuri, not even his own child in his personal opinion), but she was devastated. Terminated was the word she used but Ezra used some others; which calmed her down enough to go along with this whole thing called motherhood. She was a human… And he was a demon… When it was around six months - or her delivery time, her body couldn’t handle it. A cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck and something inside was killing the mother. She was freaking out! Everything went by so fast for Ezra… Until he lost everything. He heard the flat-line sounds echo the room and the man just left. Things just got gloom for him once again!

Though before he left the hospital, a nurse stopped him and made him rush back inside. The baby! He was still alive, but barely! Ezra stayed by the baby’s side for days… He got an assistant to cover for him in the business and didn’t leave the little child’s side. He was so small and tiny… The poor thing basically killed his own mother without meaning to… Just because her body couldn’t take the specie difference. Though after some weeks, the baby was fully stable and healthy. Albeit it smaller than normal, he was good enough to take home. Though he lost the love of his life (again…) he was a little bit happy that she left him something special. If the baby died, he wouldn’t know how he would stay alive. He needed an anchor now that he fell in love and well, this was better than any. He’d manage being a father then.

It wasn’t until 2011 that things took a turn for the worst. Or well, just for a moment. Ezra was leaving his company one day when an ex-contract of his attacked him - ambushed him and nearly killed him. Ezra was rushed to the E.R. that night and was brought back. The demon that he was turned into a werewolf. From that day onwards, Ezra continued his business but made some changes as well as took up a hunting career just in case something like this happened, he’d be prepared. He still lives in Essex, New Jersey in a mansion-like home, taking care of his kid and working at one of the biggest companies in New Jersey or well… America. Life was starting to look good once again for him.

**The beginning of his history takes place in medieval Germany before moving down to medieval Italy where his mother was murdered. Then… He moved to France (where he died)… Then to England, Spain (where he was turned), Egypt, then to Africa where he got Zuri.

FAMILY LIFE:

• Beatrice; mother.
• Jeremiah; father.
• Sasha; little sister.
• Meredith; little sister.
• Leo; little brother.

• Ex-lover1; ---.
• Ex-lover2; ---.
• Ex-lover3; ---.
----------NAMES TO WHOMEVER TAKES THEM.

• Adopted child (African); Zuri [meaning: “beautiful”].
• Child (with 1); ---.
• Child (with 1); ---.
• Child (with 2); ---.
• Child (with 3); (9) Jensen.
----------NAMES TO WHOMEVER TAKES THEM.

**If anyone wants to take any of the family members and such above, feel free to change their names. Only one I do not wish for to be changed is Zuri. For she is precious. <3

OTHER:

Ezra speaks many languages. If it was one thing in his travels that he picked up, it was some trades like butchery, sewing, baking, etc., as well as languages ‘of’ the trade so he could sell, communicate, and live in general. He does have a slight accent (a little bit Irish).

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