Ezra
LoC Name: Ezra Name Origin: Hebrew Name Meaning: Helper Gender: Male Age: 350 years (human -> thirty) Sexuality: Heterosexual R. Status: Taken Rank: Rebel Brawler Slot Filled: Nursery |
Crush: N/a Secret Crush: N/a Mate: Edlyn Cubs: Esther Adopted Cubs: None Family Tree: xXxXx Mother: Aiyanna Father: (owned by Oblivion Wing) Wernen Siblings: Varania, Nelaros, Calida |
Element: Air
A lion with the gift of air can: Create great gusts of force, clear fog or smoke, can glide when jumping for greater distances. (Uses the air around them: if on a planet with no air, they will be unable to use their gifts)
Aeroportation - Due to this ability, Ezra is able to teleport via the air and winds, helping him move quickly in battle, or when he is needed somewhere. If more fully putting himself into it, he is able to merge into the air and appear wherever he chooses that the wind still reaches.
Cyclone Spinning - Not the most common of his powers, for it takes quite a bit of energy out of him. It is the ability for Ezra to spin himself within a tornado for both offensive and defensive purposes. If fully in control of this ability, he can throw the tornado out at an opponent.
Explosion Inducement - By increasing the air pressure inside of an object, causing it to expand, Ezra can make almost any object explode. They come in a very wide scale, from small objects to entire battlefields, although the larger the explosion, the more power it takes out of him.
Aerokinetic Combat - The most commonly used of his powers, Ezra can use this ability by manipulating air in physical combat. It can be used to increase his maneuverability, as well as in direct elemental attacks.
A lion with the gift of air can: Create great gusts of force, clear fog or smoke, can glide when jumping for greater distances. (Uses the air around them: if on a planet with no air, they will be unable to use their gifts)
Aeroportation - Due to this ability, Ezra is able to teleport via the air and winds, helping him move quickly in battle, or when he is needed somewhere. If more fully putting himself into it, he is able to merge into the air and appear wherever he chooses that the wind still reaches.
Cyclone Spinning - Not the most common of his powers, for it takes quite a bit of energy out of him. It is the ability for Ezra to spin himself within a tornado for both offensive and defensive purposes. If fully in control of this ability, he can throw the tornado out at an opponent.
Explosion Inducement - By increasing the air pressure inside of an object, causing it to expand, Ezra can make almost any object explode. They come in a very wide scale, from small objects to entire battlefields, although the larger the explosion, the more power it takes out of him.
Aerokinetic Combat - The most commonly used of his powers, Ezra can use this ability by manipulating air in physical combat. It can be used to increase his maneuverability, as well as in direct elemental attacks.
Stats and Skills
Dull ○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Smart
Silent ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Serious
Cautious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Heedless
Patient ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Focused
Fast ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○● Durable
Willing ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Uncooperative
Dull ○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Smart
Silent ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Serious
Cautious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Heedless
Patient ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Focused
Fast ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○● Durable
Willing ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Uncooperative
Personality Traits ✔ positive | ✘ negative | ☐ neutral ☐perceptive ✘spiteful ☐ closed-off ✔determined ☐ adaptable ✘angry ✔reliable ☐ dishonest ✘finicky ✔patient |
Personality In Depth this young male is extremely intelligent, with wisdom that is similar to the most elderly and experienced of the lions. he isn't the most social being, preferring far more to watch from the sidelines, but he does enjoy it. he likes learning as much as he can from anyone that he can. however, he is extremely quick to judge, and if his first impression of you is a negative one, it is never going to change. he will hate you for the rest of his days. he used to be a more curious, gentle being, but now that he's grown he has become extremely volatile and furious. he kills and destroys things for the fun of it, sneaking onto the pride lands often to stir up trouble, not that it can be tied back to him in any way. he has only one thing on his mind and that is revenge; he will not rest until his thirst for blood has been quenched, although chances are he'll be killed before. |
History
They screwed me. The pride destroyed me in a matter of seconds. My entire life, for 200 years, I trained. I woke up early in the morning, before the land was even lit up, and I always remained the last one out in the training fields. A lot of other cubs around my age took training as a joke, something boring that they were forced to do, but not me. I was teased, poked and prodded, for preferring to be talking with the adults, learning new things, rather than to go play with the others. I wanted to know, to learn. To be a distractor warrior had been my life goal since I had opened my eyes. To use my gifts to confuse and cripple foes, to protect my fellow warriors, seemed like the perfect thing for my lifelong rank. And so when my 200th birthday came about, I was so ready. I stood before the pride as the golden dust surrounded my strong body, and as I stepped out, fully grown, I was ready to be welcome by my fellow warriors. It did not happen. Instead I was greeted by gasps and murmuring. I didn't understand. What was wrong?
Lifting my head to look around, I found my head seemed heavy, and, thinking there was something that had fallen on me perhaps, I shook my large head firmly to remove it. However, as I did so, the long fur surrounding my head crossed my eyes, and my entire body tensed, frozen. No. It couldn't be. It had to be a mistake. I was a warrior, I needed a warrior's mane, this was not, this was a pride male's mane, and with this I could not be a warrior. The ancestors, the pride, they screwed me over, giving me a false hope my entire life only to rip it away in the most horrid, public manner. I tore off towards the Lake of Eternity, determined to find a way to fix this problem. But the spirits did nothing to help me, only confirming what I already knew; it was not my destiny to be a warrior.
This would not stand, I would not allow this. And so, letting out a massive roar of rage, I took off again, finding myself racing towards the unknown lands. I would not live this life, I would not be just a pride member, forced to hunt or perform. In anger, I clawed at my mane, ripping out chunks until only a small amount was left. But as the days went by, and I continued to wander the barren lands, it grew back to its full potential, reminding me of the failure my life had been. And thats when it struck me. Revenge. Upon those who had doomed me to this life. Against the Pride. And so I joined the Rebels. And together, we will destroy those who have wronged us.
They screwed me. The pride destroyed me in a matter of seconds. My entire life, for 200 years, I trained. I woke up early in the morning, before the land was even lit up, and I always remained the last one out in the training fields. A lot of other cubs around my age took training as a joke, something boring that they were forced to do, but not me. I was teased, poked and prodded, for preferring to be talking with the adults, learning new things, rather than to go play with the others. I wanted to know, to learn. To be a distractor warrior had been my life goal since I had opened my eyes. To use my gifts to confuse and cripple foes, to protect my fellow warriors, seemed like the perfect thing for my lifelong rank. And so when my 200th birthday came about, I was so ready. I stood before the pride as the golden dust surrounded my strong body, and as I stepped out, fully grown, I was ready to be welcome by my fellow warriors. It did not happen. Instead I was greeted by gasps and murmuring. I didn't understand. What was wrong?
Lifting my head to look around, I found my head seemed heavy, and, thinking there was something that had fallen on me perhaps, I shook my large head firmly to remove it. However, as I did so, the long fur surrounding my head crossed my eyes, and my entire body tensed, frozen. No. It couldn't be. It had to be a mistake. I was a warrior, I needed a warrior's mane, this was not, this was a pride male's mane, and with this I could not be a warrior. The ancestors, the pride, they screwed me over, giving me a false hope my entire life only to rip it away in the most horrid, public manner. I tore off towards the Lake of Eternity, determined to find a way to fix this problem. But the spirits did nothing to help me, only confirming what I already knew; it was not my destiny to be a warrior.
This would not stand, I would not allow this. And so, letting out a massive roar of rage, I took off again, finding myself racing towards the unknown lands. I would not live this life, I would not be just a pride member, forced to hunt or perform. In anger, I clawed at my mane, ripping out chunks until only a small amount was left. But as the days went by, and I continued to wander the barren lands, it grew back to its full potential, reminding me of the failure my life had been. And thats when it struck me. Revenge. Upon those who had doomed me to this life. Against the Pride. And so I joined the Rebels. And together, we will destroy those who have wronged us.
point of no return
it was like a final test, a way to prove once and for all that he was completely loyal to the rebellion, that he had no desire to return to the pride or help those he knew that lived there. it was his chance to show the higher ups that he was strong, brutal, and merciless. and he succeeded most definitely. there was a former scout that had come running to the base, having spotted two lions nearing their lands. a scout female and a pride male; both whom shared striking resemblance to ezra. he immediately knew what he had to do, and so, with permission from his leaders, he took off. nela and wernen had no idea what was coming. nela had caught a scent trail he had made to fool her, to separate her from their father, whom was the first to be attacked. ezra showed absolutely no mercy when he tore into his father, who was not a fighter and honestly, didn't stand a chance. when nela circled around, for the trail had been a circle, and saw her father lying there, she hardly got a glimpse of ezra before she faded into the black, never to awaken again.
it was like a final test, a way to prove once and for all that he was completely loyal to the rebellion, that he had no desire to return to the pride or help those he knew that lived there. it was his chance to show the higher ups that he was strong, brutal, and merciless. and he succeeded most definitely. there was a former scout that had come running to the base, having spotted two lions nearing their lands. a scout female and a pride male; both whom shared striking resemblance to ezra. he immediately knew what he had to do, and so, with permission from his leaders, he took off. nela and wernen had no idea what was coming. nela had caught a scent trail he had made to fool her, to separate her from their father, whom was the first to be attacked. ezra showed absolutely no mercy when he tore into his father, who was not a fighter and honestly, didn't stand a chance. when nela circled around, for the trail had been a circle, and saw her father lying there, she hardly got a glimpse of ezra before she faded into the black, never to awaken again.