Ezekiel “Ease” Evans
Just quite a bit tanner.
Clothes like this with the hood usually off.
He stands at about 6' and has a fairly athletic build do to his training. Not quite "bodybuilder" or "six pack" but his stomach is slightly ribbed and there's definition to his muscles.
Age
22
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Magic
Fire
Divine Protection
Nada-As in actual NOTHING. Besides of course, Return by Death.
Personality
Ease has become...a strange man from his years inside Lugunica. You see, back in the normal world we call Earth, he was a decently charming man, if a bit strange. He could tell decent jokes, able to make good conversation with most people(even if the conversation was the weirdest they had), and was welcoming of most activities. He’ still got those traits, by all means, but some of his more negative traits have been highlighted as a result of his time here. For instance, his forgetfulness(which before was negligible but not too problematic) has increased severely and, had it not been for Ratatosk or his notes, he’d have forgotten god only knows what. His tolerance for others has also waned as well. He can still handle it well and keep his composure, but he’ll definitely let far more snark leave his mouth now. Though sometimes, he does have emotionally explosive moments where he find himself yelling in annoyance, happiness, or frustration at things. Then he promptly tries to pretend that didn't happen. He’s also a surprisingly alright flirt(though rustier from his time away from civilization) and a much better swearer.
He tends to avoid conflict as often as he can because, more or less, conflict usually means death in this world for him. However, if he feels he can't help it, he will(very begrudgingly) fight. While he isn't the most booksmart of people, he's got rather good street smarts and can even be a good negotiator or convincer as long as he doesn’t panic. He’s got a bad habit of lying when his back is to the corner, though if he gets the opportunity he will try to clear it up. Most of the time(some of the time). Despite all these negatives, he tries to be friendly to most he encounters so long as he feels it isn't gonna screw him over(though his hermit status has made him a lot less prone to actively seek people out outside of certain situations) . Even then, he still has a bad habit of helping out...usually by accident when he tries getting away.
One thing of note, however, is him pissed off. He’s never really gotten truly pissed cause nothing has ever gotten too far under his skin. But considering the few times he got close he got more...analytical than he did angry...he does shutter a bit at what he would.
He tends to avoid conflict as often as he can because, more or less, conflict usually means death in this world for him. However, if he feels he can't help it, he will(very begrudgingly) fight. While he isn't the most booksmart of people, he's got rather good street smarts and can even be a good negotiator or convincer as long as he doesn’t panic. He’s got a bad habit of lying when his back is to the corner, though if he gets the opportunity he will try to clear it up. Most of the time(some of the time). Despite all these negatives, he tries to be friendly to most he encounters so long as he feels it isn't gonna screw him over(though his hermit status has made him a lot less prone to actively seek people out outside of certain situations) . Even then, he still has a bad habit of helping out...usually by accident when he tries getting away.
One thing of note, however, is him pissed off. He’s never really gotten truly pissed cause nothing has ever gotten too far under his skin. But considering the few times he got close he got more...analytical than he did angry...he does shutter a bit at what he would.
Background
Ezekiel Evans-a man of Alaskan origins. He’s mostly been a normal human being ever since being born, with notable exceptions. Thoufh, every life has exceptions from the norm. For the most part, he belonged to lower middle class and lived within a decent neighborhood. Memories before he was about 6 are fairly hazy but from what his parents said, he was apparently a “little darling” throughout the years. He doesn't buy that for a single second, but it probably wasn't anything of note there.
Kindergarten through 5th grade was rather basic. Ezekiel was considered that “one kid” in pretty much every class he was in. The one that everyone knew and was friendly with but wasn’t really a close friends with him. He did have a few friends he considered closer to him than most, but no one truly noteworthy. Then came middle school which, for him, was the 3 most annoying years of his life. There was drama for always the stupidest of reasons, like “he told her this by accident” or “how could she kiss him?” or some other nonsense. He pretty much ignored it outside of having to hear people complain, except the one day he met the exception. Some kid named Evan from his class(whom he never really took not of till then) who actually was venting about how stupid said drama was. Smiling, Ezekiel chimed in and, before they knew it, they went from that stupidity to how awesome a cannon in the school would be.
They ended up remaining friends throughout the rest of middle school and even high school. They weren't all the “emotional, i’m here whenever” type of best friends but more the “my god, someone who I legitimately like” sort of best friends. They heard the drama, said how that drama was stupid, then proceeded to dick around in the library or watch people be stupid in said library. They almost always ended up in some party on the weekend, where while 2 drunk idiots were fighting, those 2 buzzed idiots were over in the quiet part of the house wondering how the parents are gonna react. In fact, after the hundredth conversation between them that Ezekiel having his first name and Evan having his last name was weird, Evan ended up giving him the nickname “E” for, more or less, shits and giggles. For some reason, it stuck and morphed throughout the years to “Ease.” By Sophomore year, they ended up having a group of similarly minded students that just hung out with them and, shockingly enough, didn't rip the group up from the inside out.
College came soon and the two prepared to go their separate ways. Ease to some college down in South Carolina where this girl, Jessie, whom he liked was going and Evan, wanting to be a bit more serious, went to a far more structured economic school over in Oregon. A pact beforehand was made to meet up afterwards for their “we’re legal now” drinks wherever they choose. 3 years and god only knows how many parties and papers later, they met up at the town Ease’s college was in and downed drink from the local bar like the Iceman and Stalin were coming for them. To the point where Ease, plastered beyond belief, passed out, drunk off his ass, and suddenly seeing the bar become some weird medieval era tavern? Man, alcohol was weird.
About 10 hours afterward, his eyes rose up with that all too familiar hangover headache and a familiar bottle of whiskey in...not the bar. He checked his pockets...Huh. Everything was still there. Still slightly inebriated, Ease wandered around the surprisingly rundown, down right ghetto looking area in dazed boredom. He pretty much assumed he was in a dream or someone somehow got the worm in his drink. He kept wandering aimlessly, shouting drunken curses and shockingly not getting shanked or mugged before ending up in a seemingly better part of town. Then crashed into what could only be described as a werewolf in medieval armor with the glare of...a pissed off werewolf. After a short argument that quickly escalated in a tussle, Ease found his dreamself bleeding out, though thankfully numbed down by the tanks of liquor in his system. Before he knew it, he was back in “That Area I Slept At”.
After finally sobering up and finding his way back to that better part of that town(taking a different route to avoid Mr. Were-Whoopass), he finally discovered he wasn't on Earth but some place called Lugunica. Aaaaand it wasn;t a dream from what he could tell. It was at that point most in the area went deaf from his little girl screaming. Well, that or amazed that he kept a constant scream for an hour. The moment he stopped, he asked where the nearest bar was.
After several drinks, he went out in search of a way back or some sort of royal to help assist him. Well, not before finding a place to work to help get some money to help himself. However, there were a few things he wanted to do above all else. First, he used his money from entertaining in a bar to help get a notebook to write in so he doesn't forget the real world and has a source of important info. Second was a chest to keep any equipment or emotional important items in.
A few months of searching and only coming across a weird blacksmith that for gave him free sword lessons(well as long as he got him materials), an elf that promptly killed him when he called her a blonde weirdo, and a few more embarrassing deaths and incidents he’d rather not mention later, he promptly decided it was time to throw in the towel for now. There didn't seem to be anything else he could for now. And he was exhausted from leading the defeat of a powerful mabeast plaguing a town(In actuality, he ended up strung along by accident and watched the team, which ironically had the blonde elf, sent to kill it take care of it). Chest in hand and his “mobile home”(A.K.A an empty merchant’s cart he managed to make off with), he used the money from the work to buy a more appropriate home. And when that didn't work, decided to work for the man for another 2 months to help make up for it. In which time, he ended up discovering his ability of fire magic...after he accidentally leveled half the town with it when it came in contact with explosive spell stones. Which also had him have the biggest facepalm in his life after he resurrected. And also promptly found the elf that killed him and asked(A.K.A begged her for about 4 days and tried not to die) if she could help him. After another 4 months of working for her and many test trials later, he had a decent knowledge of this magic and even some good sword and bow practice. He even learned more of the world. There was just one problem.
Ease was sick. And by sick, he means sick of the city where he died in so many embarrassing ways(if quick and decently painless outside of a few). With the elf’s help, he was able to create a decently hidden log cabin some ways from the city and decided it was time to move. Well, more like scream and shout how he officially hated Lugunica city life and how being a hermit would be an awesome idea. Ira(the elf) let out a sigh before leaving him with a companion and an actual magical stone to keep away beasts(his original being a complete dupe). The companion, Ratatosk, would prove to be a helpfully ally...if it wasn't just a magical talking squirrel. He still helped Ease find food, but man he woulda loved a jackal...or maybe a bear. Even a boar. From there, he stayed in that cabin, hunting, training(though with mixed results), and living. He occasionally stopped by the town to get info and materials, but, for the most part, he stayed away from there. The only thing else he did was write down notes, to help keep his sanity in check and remember what he desires to get back to. Oh, and work on that beard and mustache he’s always wanted. Mountain Man Ezekiel!...would never happen and instead he's got more 5 o’clock shadow
Kindergarten through 5th grade was rather basic. Ezekiel was considered that “one kid” in pretty much every class he was in. The one that everyone knew and was friendly with but wasn’t really a close friends with him. He did have a few friends he considered closer to him than most, but no one truly noteworthy. Then came middle school which, for him, was the 3 most annoying years of his life. There was drama for always the stupidest of reasons, like “he told her this by accident” or “how could she kiss him?” or some other nonsense. He pretty much ignored it outside of having to hear people complain, except the one day he met the exception. Some kid named Evan from his class(whom he never really took not of till then) who actually was venting about how stupid said drama was. Smiling, Ezekiel chimed in and, before they knew it, they went from that stupidity to how awesome a cannon in the school would be.
They ended up remaining friends throughout the rest of middle school and even high school. They weren't all the “emotional, i’m here whenever” type of best friends but more the “my god, someone who I legitimately like” sort of best friends. They heard the drama, said how that drama was stupid, then proceeded to dick around in the library or watch people be stupid in said library. They almost always ended up in some party on the weekend, where while 2 drunk idiots were fighting, those 2 buzzed idiots were over in the quiet part of the house wondering how the parents are gonna react. In fact, after the hundredth conversation between them that Ezekiel having his first name and Evan having his last name was weird, Evan ended up giving him the nickname “E” for, more or less, shits and giggles. For some reason, it stuck and morphed throughout the years to “Ease.” By Sophomore year, they ended up having a group of similarly minded students that just hung out with them and, shockingly enough, didn't rip the group up from the inside out.
College came soon and the two prepared to go their separate ways. Ease to some college down in South Carolina where this girl, Jessie, whom he liked was going and Evan, wanting to be a bit more serious, went to a far more structured economic school over in Oregon. A pact beforehand was made to meet up afterwards for their “we’re legal now” drinks wherever they choose. 3 years and god only knows how many parties and papers later, they met up at the town Ease’s college was in and downed drink from the local bar like the Iceman and Stalin were coming for them. To the point where Ease, plastered beyond belief, passed out, drunk off his ass, and suddenly seeing the bar become some weird medieval era tavern? Man, alcohol was weird.
About 10 hours afterward, his eyes rose up with that all too familiar hangover headache and a familiar bottle of whiskey in...not the bar. He checked his pockets...Huh. Everything was still there. Still slightly inebriated, Ease wandered around the surprisingly rundown, down right ghetto looking area in dazed boredom. He pretty much assumed he was in a dream or someone somehow got the worm in his drink. He kept wandering aimlessly, shouting drunken curses and shockingly not getting shanked or mugged before ending up in a seemingly better part of town. Then crashed into what could only be described as a werewolf in medieval armor with the glare of...a pissed off werewolf. After a short argument that quickly escalated in a tussle, Ease found his dreamself bleeding out, though thankfully numbed down by the tanks of liquor in his system. Before he knew it, he was back in “That Area I Slept At”.
After finally sobering up and finding his way back to that better part of that town(taking a different route to avoid Mr. Were-Whoopass), he finally discovered he wasn't on Earth but some place called Lugunica. Aaaaand it wasn;t a dream from what he could tell. It was at that point most in the area went deaf from his little girl screaming. Well, that or amazed that he kept a constant scream for an hour. The moment he stopped, he asked where the nearest bar was.
After several drinks, he went out in search of a way back or some sort of royal to help assist him. Well, not before finding a place to work to help get some money to help himself. However, there were a few things he wanted to do above all else. First, he used his money from entertaining in a bar to help get a notebook to write in so he doesn't forget the real world and has a source of important info. Second was a chest to keep any equipment or emotional important items in.
A few months of searching and only coming across a weird blacksmith that for gave him free sword lessons(well as long as he got him materials), an elf that promptly killed him when he called her a blonde weirdo, and a few more embarrassing deaths and incidents he’d rather not mention later, he promptly decided it was time to throw in the towel for now. There didn't seem to be anything else he could for now. And he was exhausted from leading the defeat of a powerful mabeast plaguing a town(In actuality, he ended up strung along by accident and watched the team, which ironically had the blonde elf, sent to kill it take care of it). Chest in hand and his “mobile home”(A.K.A an empty merchant’s cart he managed to make off with), he used the money from the work to buy a more appropriate home. And when that didn't work, decided to work for the man for another 2 months to help make up for it. In which time, he ended up discovering his ability of fire magic...after he accidentally leveled half the town with it when it came in contact with explosive spell stones. Which also had him have the biggest facepalm in his life after he resurrected. And also promptly found the elf that killed him and asked(A.K.A begged her for about 4 days and tried not to die) if she could help him. After another 4 months of working for her and many test trials later, he had a decent knowledge of this magic and even some good sword and bow practice. He even learned more of the world. There was just one problem.
Ease was sick. And by sick, he means sick of the city where he died in so many embarrassing ways(if quick and decently painless outside of a few). With the elf’s help, he was able to create a decently hidden log cabin some ways from the city and decided it was time to move. Well, more like scream and shout how he officially hated Lugunica city life and how being a hermit would be an awesome idea. Ira(the elf) let out a sigh before leaving him with a companion and an actual magical stone to keep away beasts(his original being a complete dupe). The companion, Ratatosk, would prove to be a helpfully ally...if it wasn't just a magical talking squirrel. He still helped Ease find food, but man he woulda loved a jackal...or maybe a bear. Even a boar. From there, he stayed in that cabin, hunting, training(though with mixed results), and living. He occasionally stopped by the town to get info and materials, but, for the most part, he stayed away from there. The only thing else he did was write down notes, to help keep his sanity in check and remember what he desires to get back to. Oh, and work on that beard and mustache he’s always wanted. Mountain Man Ezekiel!...would never happen and instead he's got more 5 o’clock shadow
Likes
Alcohol, well cooked meat, warmth of fire, whiskey, smart stubbornness, music, his flask, writing note, reading his own notes, water, bread, old rock
Dislikes
Undead, mabeasts, monotony, idiotic stubbornness, monstrosities, running, combat, sobriety, arrogance
Themes
When he finally gets sick of people and actually grows a pair:
Most of the time where he thinks the situation is alright:
Most of the time where he thinks the situation is alright:
