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Ezekiel Lysander Brown

๐“๐“ฐ๐“ฎ & ๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ญ๐“ช๐”‚
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eighteen; february 12 2002

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โ™’๏ธŽ

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โ™‚ | he/him

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bisexual

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single but mingling

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bronx; ny, usa

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To be determined by overlord

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On immediate first impressions, Ezekiel's depicted as a chill, down-to-earth type of guy. He is often made fun of by close friends about his toned down nature, claiming that it's fake just so he can impress people--but, it usually doesn't bother him because he isn't the type to fall into childish remarks. His low inclination to do anything perpetuates his lack of motivation and overall lack of interest to follow through with work/dreams. When asked what he wants to pursue in life, Ezekiel will give off a rather dry answer to cut the conversation short (he basically starts something but doesn't finish it). He's nonchalant and indifferent--kinda overall just a lazy person--who normally passes his time sleeping, or taking care of his plants. In few rare occasions, he is seen practicing volleyball together with his cousin, having a tinge of passion flash through his eyes whenever he's playing (but it's usually just a flicker). Rarely acknowledging it, Ezekiel's patience is very low and will--if necessary--lash out on someone he categorizes as annoying. He's not afraid to say what he thinks (honest) but refrains from doing so because he believes it's too much of a hassle to even try to change their mind, especially when it's stubborn people who refuse to admit their ignorance. However, the moments he's able to let go of his laid-back nature, Ezekiel is quite sensitive, reflective and distant, mostly rethinking the comments that are thrown at him and wondering what he did wrong to this person (when he didn't do anything wrong whatsoever) but normally never showing it on the outside.

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With a sharp wack to the back of his head and a pull to his locks, Ezekiel grew up in a household that taught him how to be tough. His mother, Solanyi Feliz, was a retail worker down at five n' below while his father, Beau Brown was a social worker (underpaid and overworked). His family, struggling financially, settled down in an apartment down at the east Bronx--doing everything they could to ensure Ezekiel and his brother's could have a decent childhood full of fond memories. Despite struggling to provide their children with the basic necessities, they still found ways to provide Ezekiel and his brothers with luxuries at the best times. Residing in a big neighborhood, Ezekiel was known for his--which would surprise many now--loud and outgoing personality. He played in the parks almost everyday whether it was baseball, basketball, or volleyball; he was the type of kid to always make friends randomly and invite them home.

He had what you considered a normal childhood.

With overflowing confidence and optimism, Ezekiel wanted to be anything and everything at once. Astronaut? Already begging his mother for a telescope for Christmas, singer? Forcing his siblings to listen to his tone-deaf sounds, dance? Forcing his father to pay a monthly fee at a dance studio in order to bring out his, hidden, dancing-with-the-stars, moves. Then, one day, Ezekiel wanted to be a model. He insisted on quitting all his other programs and focused solely on his new dream. His mother signed him up to this modeling management, Wilhelmina, and from there on, Ezekiel had success fall right on to his lap. Everything that he earned, all his hard work, was always given back to his parents (the money, he believed, was never his to begin with.) Soon enough, his motivation for modeling diminished and it was more like he was forcing himself to now do it; it was tiring, it was boring, and it was too much. He was "worrying" about the SAT's, the regents, his grades, but really it was all an excuse to turn down his offers from his modeling gigs (anything to get away from it.)

It's like the saying, "If you start something finish it." But, the complete opposite instead; Ezekiel can never finish what he starts.

Soon enough, his manager had offered him the Alexandrina Preparatory School application information (his manager insisted this school would be amazing for future modeling gigs). Ezekiel was extremely against the idea of transferring out to attend said school, but, when he sat down to speak about it with his family, they insisted that he'd do whatever makes him happy.

That was always his mother's saying, "whatever makes you happy baby."

Thus, Ezekiel Lysander Brown, took the offer, and settled down at the flashy school.


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WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

lol

taking care of my babies--pickles, lettuce, broccoli, carrots, corn and the brattiest of them all, onion.

my children


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WHAT DO YOU LIKE? WHAT DO YOU HATE?

love my kids ใƒƒ

hate cockroaches.


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#growingupdominican being told "tรบ no tiene futuro" at the age of 15 bc you didn't know how to pelรกr un platano


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DO YOU HAVE ANY HABITS/QUIRKS?

ok ik i snort when i laugh,,, its a funny joke nd ima laugh sorry for showing genuine laughter jesus fuck


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stop facetiming me without an appointment @king.tony @axdaisies

succulents > people


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@TruthHurts22 Attraction its its most literal sense involves someone being interested in someone else, be it due to their personality or their looks. I wasn't necessarily implying sexual attraction, but if you'd like me to clarify that or use another worded, then I'm okay with that!

And in terms of her quirk. its just as it states, she can increase the heart rate of someone (tachycardia) or decrease it (bradycardia) which would illicit physiological reactions depending on how long the quirk stays activated on the person, if that wasn't clear enough. But she has no idea how to use her quirk to its full extent yet since she's a child; but ideally she would use it to her advantage in battles to weaken an opponent during battle.
I'll try to get my CS up today or tmm!
oooooo interested !!
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โ€—โ€—โ€—โ€—โ€—โ€— Ephai blinked.

He was standing by the railing of the boat, staring at the clear water. A groan escaped his lips, a little seasick by the motion. He rested his arms on the bar while placing his head on them; his bright pink hair flowing alongside the breeze, with a color like that, it wasn't hard to spot the small boy. Ephai leaned his whole body on the railing and sighed.

"Unfortunately there won't be any fighting, but you've been less of a nuisance lately so I guess you deserve some fun."


His eyebrows twitched, unfortunately? nuisance? deserve some fun?? He sucked his teeth,"Who does she think she is?" The tapping on his foot increased,"Treating me like some--some--pet!" Finally exhaling his furious sigh, Ephai shook his head. There was no point in thinking about Callaia's remark, if anything, he was on a trip, there was water, the beaches; Ephai nodded, exactly, he should be thinking about the good parts--the parts that he was looking forward to the most.

But--

Ephai left his post.

--It'll just have to wait.

He began his stomps to wherever his dear partner was, readying himself to just annoy her with his complaints.


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Before he knew it, Ephai was rounded up and pushed into the crowd of students that were leaving the boat. Callaia was no where in sight. Pushing his way through the crowd, licking his lips, Ephai darted his direction to the frantic woman named Ms. Opal. Or more so, the townspeople. He picked at the loose strands from his sweater, his eyes lowering, weird.

And when was it so foggy?

He stared harder and the longer he glared, the more confused he was. The people obviously had something to them, it was as if they were in a trance.

If this turns out to be some fucking-- I don't know just...


"--This is definitely Callaia's fault." He finished his thought aloud. Turning away from the scene, Ephai quickly waved his head around, where was she anyways. Then, as if things couldn't haven gotten any weirder, a student's surprised yell gathered his attention. Turning to face where the sound came from, he noticed that Ms.Opal, had suddenly turned into a sheep. His eyes widen, instantly his fingers dragged up to his shoulders and the small boy was seen guarding himself. The crowds whispers got louder, several students confused at the sudden transformation. There was even a part of Ephai that believed maybe it was just some stupid--hey! here's a funny greeting--for the students, but when time passed, that didn't seem to be the situation.

His head drooped downwards and the boy shifted his feet, a sweat drop rolled down his cheek.

"--s everyone alright?"

"Don't panic--"

"to help Miss Opal--

"--I mean we are a team right?"


Ephai snapped back to reality. He caught himself staring at the concrete, before lifting his head to a student speaking; then back to what Ephai assumed to be their partner who cautiously hid behind him. Evan and Coda; Ephai practically knew most of the students here, it was his tactic in order to know who to avoid. He bit down on his lip, watching as a new pair interjected--Arlette and Keith--concluding that everyone were to not drink or eat anything.

(He wanted very strongly to oppose to such a rule)

Ephai felt his hand trembling, whats with this... a quiet whimper escaped his lips. Furrowing his eyebrows and listening in on more students state a word or two in the discussion, Ephai couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. One being they were stuck on an island with a teacher who just randomly turned into a sheep and two--his partner wasn't here. He wasn't sure whether to feel angry, afraid, or just overall tired, but Ephai sure was restless. Closing his eyes quickly and reopening them, Ephai felt his vision blur--


โ€œEph, great job not getting lost or into any fights,โ€

Swiftly, Ephai turned around, staring at his partner. A scowl instantly appeared, clearing off any evidence of what was going to be an outburst of tears.
"You idiot!" He balled up his fist, "How could you--" Then, cleanly interrupting him, she wonderfully asked him if he could do her a favor(or more so a demand). As if she wasn't already giving him trouble by disappearing and then reappearing as if everything was just dandy. He turned his head, searching for Arlette. Did he want to do it? No--but, lowering his head, Ephai sighed. Sometimes, he couldn't say no to Callaia.

"You're annoying." He added, "Hope you know that."

Dragging his feet through the crowd, Ephai rolled up the ends of his sweater and his eyes. Spotting the girl he was searching for, Ephai tapped Arlette on the shoulder. A clear--I'm really fucking pissed--crossed his face, lifting his finger, he pointed towards Callaia, "Go."

Callaia's small statement lingered in his mind, something interesting huh?

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Nathaniel flynn
Nat | Nate
Poor side
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24 | male | 5'9"
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adaptive | well-mannered | diligent
silent | odd | neutral
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"no . . . . I don't think I have . . . um . . . eaten a rat . . ."
- Nate softly spoke, responding to the curious child before him.

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โ–„a p p e a r a n c e
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He stands at roughly 5'9" with faint freckles that coat his arms, acting like miniature stars that trail down to his fingers. His hair, normally slick back with a blond, silver color to them; he's insecure about the color so Nathaniel is generally always seen with a cap. He has a thin frame and is not threatening when it comes to his body build, but his face says otherwise. Already stated, Nathaniel is, also, insecure about his freckles to which are hidden with gloves.

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From first impressions, other's tend to warn people about Nathaniel.

He's odd they say, weird, strange--

(different)

--dangerous.

The boy is reserved to the point that its uncomfortable for others. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, giving no response back, just watching them with his eyes silently. It's hard to tell what Nathaniel is thinking, he's not expressive.

Nathaniel is someone that everyone tends to stray away from. His quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms are prone to make people uncomfortable, where as he doesn't do anything, it's just his aura. Normally, people are not used to being around what they define as different and in this case, Nathaniel is seen as out of the norm by others(hence being categorized as dangerous). His face, in most cases, gives the inkling that Nathaniel is a judgmental person. However, despite it all, Nathaniel is just a quiet, awkward person; he sucks at conversations and constantly fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness.


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Nathaniel was raised by his grandparent(s) whom tried their best to raise him, despite old age creeping up. He was seen as a "disappointment" by his grandmother, who made sure to always remind him of it. As a child, Nathaniel was deemed as a strange boy. He didn't enjoy sports or anything that had to deal with what "boys" were mostly subjected to be interested in. His grandmother, on the other hand, wanted Nathaniel to be tough and "like a man," to which he would respond with a quiet stare. He didn't enjoy talking to his grandmother.

She scared him.

The boy was always seen following his grandfather around. Whether it was to the park bench or to the living room, reading a book under the misty sunlight. He enjoyed the company of his grandfather(he was of a father figure Nathaniel never had) but was constantly interrupted by the furious yells of his grandmother. Who hit Nathaniel when young to show that she was just showing him "tough love."

Nearing the senior year of high school, both of his grandparents passed away quietly. Nathaniel managed himself with a part-time job at a supermarket, bagging the groceries for others.


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Nathaniel flynn
Nat | Nate
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24 | male | 5'9"
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adaptive | well-mannered | diligent
silent | odd | neutral
โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ โ˜ผ
"no . . . . I don't think I have . . . um . . . eaten a rat . . ."
- Nate softly spoke, responding to the curious child before him.

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โ–„a p p e a r a n c e
โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”
He stands at roughly 5'9" with faint freckles that coat his arms, acting like miniature stars that trail down to his fingers. His hair, normally slick back with a blond, silver color to them; he's insecure about the color so Nathaniel is generally always seen with a cap. He has a thin frame and is not threatening when it comes to his body build, but his face says otherwise. Already stated, Nathaniel is, also, insecure about his freckles to which are hidden with gloves.
โ–„p e r s o n a l i t y
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From first impressions, other's tend to warn people about Nathaniel.

He's odd they say, weird, strange--

(different)

--dangerous.

The boy is reserved to the point that its uncomfortable for others. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, giving no response back, just watching them with his eyes silently. It's hard to tell what Nathaniel is thinking, he's not expressive.

Nathaniel is someone that everyone tends to stray away from. His quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms are prone to make people uncomfortable, where as he doesn't do anything, it's just his aura. Normally, people are not used to being around what they define as different--and in this case--Nathaniel is seen as out of the norm by others(hence being categorized as dangerous). His face, in most cases, gives the inkling that Nathaniel is a judgmental person. However, despite it all, Nathaniel is just a quiet, awkward person; he sucks at conversations and constantly fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness.


โ–„l i f e b e f o r e a p o c a l y p s e
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Nathaniel was raised by his grandparent(s) whom tried their best to raise him, despite old age creeping up. He was seen as a "disappointment" by his grandmother, who made sure to always remind him of it. As a child, Nathaniel was deemed as a strange boy. He didn't enjoy sports or anything that had to deal with what "boys" were mostly subjected to be interested in. His grandmother, on the other hand, wanted Nathaniel to be tough and "like a man," to which he would respond with a quiet stare. He didn't enjoy talking to his grandmother.

She scared him.

The boy was always seen following his grandfather around. Whether it was to the park bench or to the living room, reading a book under the misty sunlight. He enjoyed the company of his grandfather(he was of a father figure Nathaniel never had) but was constantly interrupted by the furious yells of his grandmother. Who hit Nathaniel when young to show that she was just showing him "tough love."

Nearing the senior year of high school, both of his grandparents passed away quietly. Nathaniel managed himself with a part-time job at a supermarket, bagging the groceries for others.


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