literally starts screaming

Name: Ezra Granblood
GOLD KNUCKLES
Age: 21 (August 20)   
Male
Occupation: Delivery

Brief background: Life in the seraph capital was a blur of glittering light extinguished faster than he could say “stop.”

Without the deeply instilled misanthropy that served as a base for all his aggression towards humans, the lack of means to channel that aggression into raw power, and ultimately the loss of a sense of self worth that came with the ability to complete orders for the lady’s sake, Ezra’s descent left him feeling hollow.

Though shaky, he’s been slowly trying to piece together the state of the Sanctuary and the world he left behind. Hungry for approval, he latches onto kind and familiar things quickly, refusing to consider the circumstances of his actions should his desires contradict.

He doesn’t want to think about it; everything’s unstable, nothing stays. He’s done it before, but change is scary and change is painful, and he doesn’t want to address the issue right now lest pull a thread he never meant to unravel and fall to pieces in front of everyone.

Personality:

BASE: It’s a miracle Ezra has lived as long as he has, seeing he has the odd luck of running into the wrong people at the wrong times. Easygoing to a fault with a chatterbox to match, he comes off as younger than he is, and mixed with his naivety and idealism when it comes to the world five years separated, at times he’s more a stunted boy than the war hardened soldier he’s built to be. Though he means well, his lack of tact and fantastic ability to misspeak again and again has left him the odd man out despite his usually sociable and cheerful mien. Still, to those who’ve shown him even the smallest kindness despite these facts, he displays a startling capacity for loyalty and trust.

Empathetic, Nostalgic, Moody, Avoidant, Tactless, Short-Sighted, Guilty

DESCENT: Homesick, wistful, nostalgic. His return was both hot and cold, good and bad. Though the good encounters outnumbered the bad, the accusations pointed at him were sound enough to plant seeds of doubt, and without his hatred of humans to stir his pride and justify his actions, he allowed them to grow.

They weren’t wrong: he didn’t belong here, and despite how people act about him, there was no taking away the damage he’d done. This place wasn’t the same. Swallows complaints without rebuttal, he understands. Strong tendency to bottle deeper worries.

E29 - Asks Phyllis for her help to try and fix his wrongdoings. Didn’t go as planned.

9.1: ROMANCE IS IN THE AIR [HSM OST PLAYS] Weird plot thing distracts him and changes priorities for a while.

9.2: To hell and back. Guilt ridden from the aftermath with Drew. Loses resonance composure. Avoidance peaks as he hides away in old Rank 2 to assuage his guilt and recover from the trauma inflicted by Alistair's actions. He remembers everything. Glutton for punishment, he deserves it. 

Sumomo (Vie's user): Bullet hole ridden, gets the punishment he wants, but unlike his idealizations, it doesn't feel like it's enough? (TBC) 

Starstruck: Wishes back Maradonna and heals the injuries he thought he couldn't. Loses Drew, halfway. Ciele tells him he is not to blame. A slow process of healing and recollecting himself, sorting his priorities. The strange god out of the machine experience gives him some kind of hope; maybe not all things are lost. Might as well work while he's thinking! 

Strengths / Weaknesses:

(+) gills

(+) heightened cold tolerance

(+) very strong and fast; extremely fit for fighting

(+) nimble and acrobatic

(+) easy resonation

(o) will try and right wrongdoings

(o) “inert” in weapon form Highly emotional, highly unstable resonation. 

(-) easily guilted  

(-) easily manipulated

(-) emotionally volatile at times  

(-) strong ascended loyalties

(-) repression and brainwash eliminated many details. addled memory and related capabilities Memories (albet somewhat jumbled) returned following Alistair's hells 

(-) generally unsupportive of resistance

(-) INTERNALIZED MISANTHROPY TURNED SELF HATE ANGST ANGST ANGST

(-) did not learn how to take care of himself

Likes / Dislikes:

• cats

• music

• bubblegum

• the lake  

• Ricce!

• most shoes

• cockroaches  

• the gardens

• his haircut

• resistance decor yuck

Fighting style: WUSHU WUSHU WUSHU (CHANTS) It’s like kickboxing. He’s trained a lot, but he never got to use it in a fight because it wasn’t as strong as his seraph powers. Short range, tends to dive in head first, ask questions later, and relies on muscle memory more than strategy to get things done. Preferred weapons are bladed tonfa.

Other:

• SERAPH PANTS. No longer channels his powers, but still skin tight, resistant to burns and tears.

• Spends a lot of time in the mirror staring at his hair and trying to get it sit in a way that doesn’t gross him out. No successes yet.

• Visits Ricce the Tiger a lot in old Rank 2, since it apparently can’t leave the flooded building

GOOD SHIT: Drew, Fae, Phyllis 

BAD SHIT: Lamar, Lexi, Marie