WITCH, ezra bet-shul

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at night the same old fear haunts him, the same old dream. he’s in a fey forest, in his childhood’s copse. above his head stretches darkness, pitch and starless, below his bare feet rustle dead hissing leaves and shifts loamy restless earth. trees of an ancient time rise up and engirdle him. from between their gnarled trunks and knotted burls peek out phosphorescent eyes, shiny and green like a beetle’s carapace. in turn they retreat to a distant point; one by one they blink out. he can’t see and he can’t move. the roots reach up to bind his ankles, his wrists.

you don’t belong here, the oaks whisper. who are you? abandoned, lonely, forgotten—a fate worse than drowning, he thinks, worse than death—

he jolts awake like a man resuscitated, like a man paralyzed. shaking fingers brush over the discoloration snaked around each wrist, over the cool gunmetal of a barrel under the pillow. he counts his breaths and clenches his hands into fists, digs blunt nails into fleshy palms to ground himself.

this is real, he isn’t there. he’s not a child anymore. home is here. he has a home and a name and a family. the rest are just bad memories, nightmares to bottle up and bury.



physically, ezra is both stronger than his adolescent, slight build would suggest and weaker than he’d have you believe. he’s easily roused to anger and violence, picks fist fights and brawls when his temper flares. he parades the split lips and bloody noses and bruised knuckles proudly, like marks of bravery and strength.

but underneath a teenage bravado lies a strategist’s mind, a cool intelligence that tempers a fiery determination to prove himself, to prove useful and capable. he’s not a child anymore, it isn’t a lie—he’s reliable, responsible and ambitious for the sake of family.

a witch from birth, the seven years ezra’s spent brought up by fey folk have augmented a congenital affinity for magic, given him an instinctive understanding of the natural laws that govern it as well as an immunity to fey charms and spells. he isn’t particularly specialized in any one type of magic, but he’s talented and disciplined, pores over all the magic texts he can lay his hands on to pick out the useful bits.

[attr="class","appname"]EZRA
BET-SHUL

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AGE: 17
SEX: M
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: SHUL
CONTRACT: N