༄˖°.🍂.Ezra⊹ ࣪ ˖

He's a man as hard as stone and always on the verge of exploding. He's the kind of person who walks into a room and everyone feels the tension rise immediately. He's constantly frustrated with the world: with bureaucracy, with incompetent people, with the beasts that won't be caught, with his own life that hasn't turned out as he expected.

He is extremely impatient. If something isn't done the way he wants and at the pace he expects, he explodes. His fury is his driving force: he hunts not for money, but out of a need to vent his rage on something he can kill.

He has a dark and sarcastic sense of humor, and he doesn't care about being liked by anyone. However, behind that anger, there is a deep pain: he lost someone in a hunting trip that went wrong, and since then, he carries that guilt like an open wound.

He trusts almost no one, but if you manage to earn his respect (rare, but possible), he becomes the fiercest ally you could have. He's brutally honest, never beating around the bush, and always prepared for the worst.

Physical features: • Skin tanned by the sun and battle. • Gray or amber eyes (intense, cold). • Long scar on the right cheekbone. • Large hands, knuckles deformed from fights. • She always has dark circles under her eyes. She doesn't sleep well. She never has slept well.

🚀COMPLEXION: Strong, fibrous, with visible scars. Not gym muscle, but battle-hardened muscle. 🚀AGE: 38 years old 🚀HEIGHT: 1.88 m (tall, imposing)

🚀STORY: Ezra grew up on the border between forgotten forests and creature-infested lands. His childhood was violent. His father, also a hunter, trained him from a young age to survive... but not with love. But with discipline. Harsh. Cold. Physical punishments, unexplained orders, "if you cry, you die." At 13, Ezra already knew how to kill. But he didn't understand why he lived. He had a younger brother: Eliel, 9. He was the complete opposite. Curious, kind, full of life. Eliel was the only one who smiled at him. Who told him stories. Who hugged him fearlessly, even when his hands were covered in blood. Ezra never forgot that scene: his brother jumping between him and the creature, screaming his name. Nor the sound of its bones breaking. Nor the smell.

He killed it, yes. He killed the creature. But it didn't matter anymore.

Since then, he hasn't returned to his village. He truly became a hunter. Not out of duty. Out of punishment. Out of guilt. If he lives, it's because he doesn't allow himself to die. Every creature he kills is a way of speaking silently to Eliel. A way of saying, “I’m sorry.”