wait, i know that your dad doesn't like me,
high key, cocaine stains on my nikes
seven-headed snake, what you call that?
ezra i. stern ;
19 years old
07/02 dob
5'3"
NHU undergrad
trans man
he/him/his
140 lbs
haven local
bleeding like an open scar
lost a little money, made it all back,
the callings ;
LATCH
2
lantern
1
luckily i work this hard
vision kinda blurry, what you call that?
the scion ;
in the grand scheme of things, ezra's upbringing could be considered... lonely. the only child of two people whose marriage had quickly turned loveless, he found himself more often than not home alone with babysitters and the like while his parents took overtime to avoid coming home to each other. to be fair, this was normal to ezra; he was ecstatic when momma and papa finally spent time with him, tunnel-vision allowing him to pay no attention to the pitying looks from other haven locals.
going to public school allowed ezra to open his eyes, in a sense. through the few friends he made, he would come to realize, quite quickly, that most parents hugged, showed affection, spend time with each other, and with their kids. and yet his had started the habit of going on extensive business trips, leaving for weeks at a time, only to return for a couple days and make sure he wasn't dead, or dying.
they thought all the extra money they were making in their endeavours to get away from each other could soothe ezra's loneliness. spending money, above and beyond birthday gifts, grand christmases, and presents every holiday was their idea of rectifying the situation. to soothe their own guilt, perhaps? it didn't matter much; not when ezra really just wanted his parents to maybe attend one of his extracurriculars for once, or be there for parent-teacher meetings- but he still didn't turn his parents and their gifts down. what good would saying "no" do, anyway?
upon reaching the age of thirteen was when some good would finally be brought to his life. his papa's brother, his uncle, would be coming to live with ezra. what had been the guest room (and his papa's, whenever momma was home) would be his room, and he could keep ezra company while he contemplated on what he wanted to do with his life.
in his papa's family, there had always been the knowledge that haven was their hometown, the one place their lineage could prosper. old family stories about their roots in haven going back to its very founding, that some of their ancestors had been rewarded for their faith and loyalty to haven. perhaps papa's parents had been overbearing with these stories, causing ezra's uncle to flee the sleepy town out of spite; he didn't know, he'd never met his grandparents.
it was easy to grow attached to his uncle at the hip, finally a constant in his life. they quickly became close, closer than he'd ever been with his parents. ezra's real father figure, and the only support he'd ever truly felt. besides, having someone there to finally get his mind off of his unnervingly intense dreams and visions was... nice.
when he was sixteen, ezra's uncle approached him to tell him that he was going to be attending NHU. an attempt to finally get his life on track, right? ezra had been happy for his uncle, ecstatic, even. he knew how much his uncle wanted to get back out there, make something of himself. things were going... extraordinarily well for the two person household and the ghosts of his parents, who still occasionally dropped by.
ezra had taken notice of his uncle coming and going more at night. a club at the university, perhaps, but he wasn't sure what type of club required after-dark meetings. he was fresh out of high school, looking to relax and think about what the hell he wanted to do. no plans to go anywhere, be anyone. until his uncle disappeared, seemingly out of thin air, the month before ezra's nineteenth birthday.
it made no sense to him; he'd been just about to graduate, and early, after only three years. no one in town seemed to take notice of the blank space next to ezra where his uncle usually was- or if they did, no one said anything. attempts to search for him came up completely empty. distraught, ezra made a last-minute application to NHU, using his legacy status to hopefully get in at such short notice. it was the only tie left to his uncle, and hopefully some sort of answer concerning where he'd gone could be found there.
no plans had been made for college. he had no idea what to pick as his major, and so has settled for taking general ed classes and then going back to his empty home, where he'll do homework and then smoke to ward off the visions and dreams that have picked up in frequency and intensity in the past few months. no clues on what happened to his uncle have been unearthed, and the dreams that plague him only serve to add to the confusion.
might have hit the blunt too hard
i can't feel my goddamn face,
the persona ;
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grip the wheel if i drive too fast
i know that your brother wants to fight me,
the miscellaneous ;