hath frozen over
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WHAT A SHIT SHOW
EZRA FINLEY HILL
///divergent, novaturient, unfortunate
A young man trying to scratch his way out of the slums of his city, held back by the reality of his surroundings. High crime, poor education, and no resources make it difficult to rise above the circulating pit of poverty. While he is surviving, Ezra raised himself and is more than ready to get the fuck out of dodge at the first real chance.
❖ aesthetic ❖
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NOT A GHOST
➣ HEIGHT 5'9"
➣ EYES hazel
➣ HAIR dark brown
➣ AGE 18
➣ SKIN fair, rosy
➣ BODY underweight
➣ CLASS lower
➣ SPECIES human
➣ SUBSPECIES unknown
➣ ORIENTATION queer
➣ SETTING modern fantasy
➣ OCCUPATION student, hoodlum
WHAT IS UNDEAD
Ezra was born an average, human baby to two fairly healthy parents. Their story wasn't unique to start, they had minimum wage jobs, a lot of love, and ineffective birth control. It wasn't until a few months later that they were derailed from the status quo. His mother, Ada, had a terrible case of postpartum depression that went unrecognize and untreated. This eventually lead to an successful murder suicide at the height of winter. She took Ezra out to the frozen-over lake near their house, and walked out to the center while humming a lullaby. Just as she planned, she reached a point where the ice became too thin and gave way, swallowing the both of them up in the freezing temperatures.
Even with the luck of the neighbors witnessing the last few, fateful moments of the incident, no one could intervene before it was too late. Both mother and child were pronounced dead at the scene, with his father Lucas crying frozen tears over the both of them along the lake's shore. He mourned and searched, as any heartbroken man might, but he ended up on a path that went above and beyond. Or perhaps, below.
Lucas found and hired someone to bring his wife back, investing everything he had into necromancy he didn't understand. He and his hired hand snuck into the funeral home just 2 days after the death, and he helped as much as he could with the ritual. All he wanted was his wife back. Ada's soul, though, rejected the thought of coming back without her child, whom she held in her arms awaiting burial. Magic and death were complex in a way Lucas knew nothing about, and he could only scream in more pain when the spell brought a wailing child back into this world, cradled by stiff arms in that shared casket. It was unfair, enraging, and devastating. Never mind the rebirth of the infant that had caused his loss. There was nothing more that could be done, and he took his son home, spirit not lifted an inch by the life he held, only buried farther with the cemented loss of his love.
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ACCIDENTALLY LIVING
FIRST BORN//FIRST DEAD
///resented, neglected, determined
If his father ever told him about any of this, he doesn't remember it. As far as Ezra is concerned, he's as human as the next kid. Everything about his biology has checked out and hit all the milestones when he grew. Well, aside from what came from spurts of malnutrition and dehydration. Lucas has resented Ezra and blamed him for Ada's death from the start, and it showed in every moment of his upbringing. The man turned to drugs and alcohol, and for the most part Ezra was left to fend for himself as soon as he was able.
Long before he has any retained memories, they moved away from the house by the little lake, no doubt due to the crashing finances in the widower's life. All the boy ever knew was his father's blame for his mother's death. Naturally, he assumed she died giving birth to him once he was old enough to have any idea what he might mean. And there weren't any of those original neighbors around to correct him. Even if he had a mind to google his family, part of the very large sum of money that Lucas had paid the necromancer, had gone towards making sure the paper trail reflected the outcome of the ritual. No news article, no evidence that Ezra had lied in that casket. At least not on something so easily found by a regular person.
The abuse was ongoing, pushing Ezra out of the house as much as possible. He had friends in the crowded community where they lived and spent a lot of time with neighbors as they'd allow. To keep himself fed he'd steal and do odd jobs around for a little cash, hide it from his father and try to squeeze as much out of his sorry excuse for a parent as he could. Sometimes his dad would show a glimpse of decent fatherhood, other times Ezra just walked away with more bruises. Somewhere along the way of keeping himself out of the house, Ezra developed a love for winter and ice skating. He figured it was just a hobby he'd adopted out of necessity to keep himself busy in the winter when he couldn't stand to be home and didn't have anywhere warm to be. Entirely self taught, he still has a lovely talent for figure skating, or anything on ice.
