Ezriel Waveraider

[Ezriel]

Ezriel Waveraider Basic Information Race: Human, Svefra Birthday & Age : 16; Spring 40, 495 AV Gender: Male Languages Fratava: Fluent Common: Basic Kontinesse: Poor Physical Description A young man that could be described more as beautiful rather then handsome. Among the generally robust and healthy Svefra he was considered a runt. His father being a smaller man that had wandered into one of their parties, it's not surprising that Ezriel is smaller then his fellows. While he is of finer features then most of his fellow Svefra, he is still physically fit. His body is that of a swimmers, broad(proportionally) shoulders taper down to a narrow waist. His skin has a pale tone to it that has been tanned by his life under the sun on the sea's. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Swimming:30(20 start, 10 race) Weapon Skill(Tiger Hook Sword): 10(start) Massage: 5(start) Seduction: 5(start) Sailing: 10(start) Lore of boarding ships Lore of Ship Parts Equipment and Possessions Twin Tiger Hook Swords made of Steel [Heirloom]A sea-chart showing the oceans and currents Along the eastern coast of Sylira: Marked is a hidden cove near zeltiva The Waveraiders stash the extra ships they have taken from merchants Toiletries Backpack full of food(start) A pair of swim-shorts made of silk with intricate designs Two cotton outfits Casinor Tavan: A Striped Dolphin named Risk. Size: 7 feet 3 in Weight: 220 lbs Skin Color: Whereas most Striped dolphins have a white stripe down their sides, Risk was born with a black stripe. Where the main skin color is black, Risks's is a ruby red that shines espescially beautifully during sunrise and set. Risk is as he is named and is a dare-devil. Always seeking a thrill he doesn't hesitate to explore new channels. Risk has been known to swim through shark-infested waters for the thrill, and survive, he is reliable and smart. He seems to be able to always find his way through the most dire of situations and thrives in the challenge. Ledger Starting Package: + 100 GM Casinor: (Housing) Two steel Tiger Hook Swords: - 40 GM Silk Swim-Shorts: -10 GM One cotton Outfit: - 5 SM Total: 39 GM 5 SM Thread List

[Ezriel]

Character Concept: To try to put a label on Ezriel is like trying to call the ocean wet. Any label i put on him would be true yet would not do him justice. To fully understand him, you'd have to meet him. Casual observers would call him lazy. His friends would call him calm. His lovers would say he's passionate, and yet his parents would say he's a hard worker. All of theese are but facets of who he is, and yet they dont all mesh. A lazy hard worker? A calm yet passionate man? Theese things all dont go together, yet thats whats their. Perhaps it's because of his ostrazisation from most of the other kids among the Waveraiders that caused his personality to fracture. Perhaps it's all his constant lusting after one playmate to the other that did this. Or perhaps this is what it is to be human, and not just that: to be a teenager. It is true that he is lazy, but yet it's not the complete truth. He does whatever it takes to get things done, however only as far as required. His work will never be the best, because the best isn't needed most of the time. Repairs to a sail won't be masterful because a masterful sail is a waste, it would only be ruined in the sea-spray after a week anyways. The patch to seams of his clothes will be crude and have holes in them, because he doesn't need the best looking of clothes. His half-shod attempts can be called lazy, or they can be called economical. He can sometimes be overly calm. When others get worked up, he quiets down. This isn't some sorta self control he has, no. This is simply how he reacts to extreme situations. Why rush to a conclusion now? If it's truely important then it can wait till he has a clear head to decide what to do, then dive into his emotions. This gives him an air of Frigidity. However their are times when he knows that he doesn't need to be cautious and allows his motions to unleash. In these instances he can be just as hot headed, just as sharp tongue'd, as the the next guy.

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Young History Where would you start if you were to describe your history? Would you start it from your earliest memories? Or perhaps from the time you were concieved? Maybe you dont tell it it at all, and simply let those around you wonder. However you should start a history of the self, I am sure this wont be the correct way. For how am i to write a story about myself when i am barely cognizant through most of it? My earliest memories are of being ignored by my play mates. I doubt they even realised what they were doing, however i was always left to play by myself. I believe they were simply reacting to how the adults of our pod acted around me. It was if whenever i trotted along on my short legs the adults would hush and turn and stare. My mother would always put on as kind of a face as she could manage, but that wasn't all the time. It wasn't untill way later that i learned of why this was. All i knew at the time was that i obviously wasn't wanted, and so i tried to keep to myself out of the way. However as i grew and learned more about our history, my pod grew used to me. It was on my eighth birthday that i finally realised that i was no longer being mistreated. Something had shifted, and i believe I was the only one who noticed this shift. It wasn't for another year till i would learn the story of why he was treated the way he was. During one of the parties the Waveraiders held win meeting with another pod the event occured. His mother, Noah, was having a hell of a time. She started flirting shamelessly with the strangers that had wandered into the party with wines and spirits. One of these strangers took her flirtations to seriously and and started grabbing her and making passes on her. When he started getting rougher with her, he was forcefully thrown out of the party and not allowed back in, and the party went on without another thought about it. Later during the night when they had returned to their ship to sleep the man snuck aboard. Somehow unseen he had managed to hide in Noah's cabin till she arrived. Ambushing her in the dark he managed to muffle her and throw her down, jumping on top of her and ripping her clothes open. Unable to throw him off despite her efforts she was helpess. Unable to scream, unable to escape, she was raped brutally and he managed to escape uncaught by the rest of the pod. All this he learned at only the age of nine, and so he came to realise it wasn't him that was the matter with people. And with his boyish mind, thats all that mattered. Not that his mother suffered to make him, not that she had to struggle to convince the Lia to allow him to come to fruition. Only that he was no longer going to be injusticly ignored and messed with by his fellows. And so he grew older and discovered his sexuality. As soon as he hit puberty he started to fully see his fellows and the men aboard their ship. In the summer they would all go naked, or with barely an undergarment on. He started to figure out that while the other young boys enjoyed the girls on board, he prefered to sit and watch the muscles of the boys and men move about. He soon started to devise plans to feel those muscles, and to be around whenever strenous work had to be done. He would go to those who pulled a muscle, or those sore from a strenous day's work and offer to massage out their kinks. He enjoyed both the feeling of helping them out, learning this new helpful skill, and the feeling of their muscles. He always made sure during these times to be fully clothed, so those around him didn't know how he felt about these massages. He knew that it wouldn't be frowned on, at least the feelings, but he also knew his Lia would 'persuade' him into going with a woman to produce children and he didn't want his Lia to take an interest in him in that way just yet. And so he kept his feelings hidden, learning and coming up with new ploys in getting to spend time alone with the better looking of his peers.