[hider=Ezedore Gariepy][color=#2e2c2c].
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[sub][color=B8860B][b]E Z E D O R E[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]G A R I E P Y[/b][/color]
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[color=B8860B]196     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     asexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  dark brown[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  brown[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  5' 9"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  wiry[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ species  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  vampire[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ faction  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  coven[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]..................[/color][color=B8860B][b]▹ role  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  drifter[/color]
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[color=B8860B][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]indifferent[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- He'll like or dislike anyone or thing on his own terms regardless of general opinion or natural bias. And he won't let first impressions be his only impressions. He's confident that everyone and everything has their use as much as they all have a good side and a bad side. This allows him plenty of flexibility in solving problems and getting to know people, letting him accept the good with the bad without denying either part.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]field craft[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- He was taught bushcraft, hunting, trapping, marksmanship, and some medicine from a young age and has been putting it into practice ever since. Some days he honestly thinks it's harder to survive as a vampire than it was just living off the land. Humans are both easier and harder to hunt than deer.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]self-assured[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Confident in his own context, Ezedore knows himself, his limits and his capabilities. He knows his value and what he brings to the table when he needs something from someone else. He knows what can do and he's willing to do and doesn't let the things he can't do diminish him or his sense of self-worth. He's not afraid of being wrong or admitting he doesn't know something or trying and failing. Doesn't really care what people think of him, either.[/i][/color]

[color=B8860B][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]immaturity[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- He's right on the cusp of having a few years' leeway before people start noticing he isn't getting older and that's made it harder for him to blend in and keep up with modern life when being young and alone and aimless catches people's eye. But he also finds it hard not to be frustrated by the dissonance of looking young enough to be carded and still catching himself being controlled by emotions he thought he had a handle on, while feeling more at home among senior citizens than young adults... It doesn't help that he also doesn't have an ID.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]academic education[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Though his parents did their level best to ensure he had some learning in him, he had neither the patience nor the desire to adapt to school and the rules therein, and as an extra pair of hands for his family, he was more often absent than attending. Over the years, he's struggled to retain what he [/i]did[i] learn and to improve on it, not wanting to bother anyone for lessons and not really thinking it all that urgent. But it's been getting more and more awkward to explain.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]chary[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Friends outside the coven are just a danger to his secret or a potential point of contention or judgement or obligation. Friends inside the coven mean playing politics he doesn't care about. So, to make things easier, he keeps what he thinks is a reasonable distance from everyone. But this does mean he doesn't always know who to turn to or trust with something he [/i]can't[i] deal with on his own or the social niceties of how to open up about it even if he finds someone. And just because he can get by without it doesn't mean he isn't tempted by the escape from loneliness familiarity can offer. He [/i]wants[i] people in his life, just on his own terms.[/i][/color]

[color=d6d6d6][b]PTSD[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- He wasn't there the first time the mountain moved. Couldn't really understand what made him. But the darkness grew thick in the mines while he was trapped, just beyond its reach. And he felt temptation sliding wicked and smiling across his thoughts while his stomach thinned. A fly doesn't need to see the spider to dread the tremble of its web. If he never has to go back into those tunnels again it'll still be too soon.[/i][/color]

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[color=B8860B][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]watchful [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] capricious [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] frank [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] detached [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] tense[/b][/color]

[color=B8860B][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[color=808080] Raised within a Métis band, moving between outpost and Cree kin following a fur trader's migrant lifestyle, Ezedore grew up with loose ties to many people and close ties to a very few. As one of the older children in a group of siblings and cousins, he quickly grew used to balancing childish impulse with responsibility and putting most of his efforts into helping his family however they needed him. They weren't poor by any means, but there were many mouths to feed and many hands to divide both the hard work and the rewards earned between them. He learned hunting and trapping by doing, following his father and uncles on their treks through the bush as soon as he was able to keep up with them. He learned by the example of his elders how to move through the world thoughtfully, and took lessons at their knee while keeping his hands busy with sitting chores. His mother taught him the secrets of every season's foraging. And he learned that not everyone would see him as a person, unless he had something to offer. 

He didn't mind the trading posts much, finding them more interesting than not, and many of the people they knew respected his father and extended the same to him. But they could also be stiflingly full of strangers with less respect and rules and standards he didn't meet when they stayed too long. So, even when time and circumstance allowed an opportunity for external schooling, he avoided it as often as possible. No one insisted, but they did make sure he at least knew his numbers and letters. It was the rule of the Company. But also, if he was going to follow in his father's footsteps, then he needed that bare minimum. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be.

On a routine trip south past the Black Hills, following a route they'd taken several times before, a man stumbled into their camp suffering severe burns without any clear source. Some suggested lightning despite the clear sky. Some suggested putting him out of his misery. Ezedore knows now that they should've, but it seemed wrong at the time. He might never forget waking to the sound of his father's blood being gulped down as greedily as water on a hot day or the way his voice gurgled with his throat clamped shut between that monster's jaws. Nor the taste of bitter, iron warmth in his own mouth and the eyes that caught him fast, like a rabbit in front of a fox, before he could even stand. 

The vampire killed most of them out of hunger or bloodlust, but two survived. To this day, Ezedore doesn't know if it was chance or reason that made him one of them, though the man often said he should be grateful. He wasn't, but, enthralled and too easily compelled, he didn't have much choice but to go along with it when he told them to bring him food, bring him booze, bring him company. They tried to kill him. Tried to run. Tried to learn every weakness. Failed half a dozen times and suffered for it. In the end, it was the vampire forgetting himself and practically bleeding Ezedore dry from back-to-back feeding that gave him the upper hand. Turned himself, fresh, angry, and with all his mind still intact. He didn't need to worry about compulsion or that terrible dependance anymore. Just bound the man outside the cave where they'd been staying and quietly waited for dawn.

His cousin didn't survive the withdrawal, and hadn't wanted to be turned, so he buried him there, backtracked to where they'd left the others and put as much of them to rest as he could still find before gathering his gear and looking for the place that monster came from. 

The first meeting with others of his own kind wasn't what you'd call civil, but at least no one died, and he'd already had his revenge. The budding town seemed surprisingly ordinary otherwise, still caught up in the rush for riches and some memory of the dangers already faced, but, despite his suspicions and the secrets some of its residents carried, that ordinariness remained, covering over every strangeness until he almost thought he was imagining it. For the first few decades, he stayed to watch the residents, to learn about the thing he'd become, and because he couldn't go back to the life he'd left. But eventually, Pine Ridge was simply more familiar to him than home, and the faces of its residents less faded than those of his family. He still stayed outside the town and kept mostly to himself to avoid trouble, fading in and out of the residents' awareness whenever he felt he'd overstayed his welcome, but he helped build the tunnels he lived in for over a century and lent a hand here and there when help was needed. Sometimes anonymously, sometimes not. 

It was, for him, a comfortable enough life, until the mine's collapse caught him unprepared in the tunnels. He could have gotten out, if he hadn't heard someone screaming. Could have made it out, if he hadn't made the wrong choice. But he just wanted to help. And that's all he'll say if anyone asks what happened down there, bitter twist though it gives his mouth. He picked wrong, played the hero, didn't watch where he was going, and the ceiling came down behind him. Almost two years he lost to the dark and that dreadful hunger, until he could drag himself out, weak as a kitten, and damn near burned himself up in the process.

Took some time before he recovered, before he showed himself again, before he spoke to anyone. Nothing changed though, not [i]really[/i]. But he doesn't stay in the tunnels anymore.[/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=B8860B][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] B8860B [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=B8860B][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] d'pharaoh woon-a-tai [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=B8860B][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] nemaisare[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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