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Orga Mikazuka from Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans
Ziengale#7188
Basic Information
Alias: Sandstone Guardian/Wolf of the Desert Age: 24 Sexuality: Demisexual Height: 175 cms Weight: 62 kgs Hair: Spiked back with a cowlick that hangs in the front Eyes: Yellow Skin and Scars: Small scars all around upper body with heavier scar on upper left arm. Mark of the mercenary on the right side of his neck.
Details
Ezra's build is average, with a lean physique. He, on most occasions, has a tired and apathetic look upon his face. This has garnered him a reputation that he is either uncaring or uninterested, but it is usually quite the opposite. Strong emotions are rarely seen in expression, though he will and can when pushed hard enough.
When around those few that are close to him, he shows a warmer side much more easily, opening up to expressing himself and becoming laid back. Though his lethargy is rather upfront, with seriousness being second, making an ally out of Ezra isn't difficult, so long as you treat him fairly or share similar interest.
Throughout his body are scattered scars that mar his image from failed training or test to train him in both combat and survival. The particularly large scar on his arm was a result of hesitation and has forever reminded him of how easily one can lose their life if ill prepared.
Ezra's hair is on the shorter side, often regularly cut by those that he travels with. It is of a lilac color and his skin is of a darker color which is shared among the few other members of the family he ever knew. Ezra's eye color is of a yellow color comparable to the very sands of the deserts.
When it comes to getting dressed, Ezra is rather indifferent. He will usually adapt and wear what suits the particular terrain of circumstances. Outside of that, he is rarely, if ever, not seen without his red scarf around his neck to hide the shadow of his past. The mark of the mercenary upon his neck.
He always carries a small sandstone statue of unknown origins given to him at a very young age. It's craftsmanship is top notch and gives him inspiration in his own works. He wishes to some day find out about the lands and history revolving around the odd statue that might give him a peer into his family lineage.
Personality
"May the sun guide your path"
Positives and Likes
✔ Selfless ⤊ Minimal conversation exchanging ✔ Confident ⤊ Sunrise/Sunset ✔ Loyal ⤊ Seeing the world ✔ Determined ⤊ Solitude or small groups of companions ✔ Stalwart ⤊ Seeing others joy
Ezra is a young man of simple values. He doesn't hold much stock in a material heavy lifestyle, mostly trading his skills to those that need the protection in exchange for food, shelter, clothing and anything else that he might need to get by. In the past, he was a lively individual with a passionate view of the future. This changed, however, when the harsh realities of the world of the mercenary came seeping into his mind that eventually turned him into the quiet, loner of a man he is now. He isn't particularly picky when it comes to almost anything, and will be willing to help nearly anyone that doesn't treat him or others like dirt. Ezra can quickly become vindictive if someone pushes morale boundaries, and is largely the reason he fled the mercenary lifestyle. Though he holds no ill will to his disowning from remaining family, Ezra still suspects that his sibling still lives and hates him for his failure to fufill his duty to the lineage.
Ezra can come off as cynical or sarcastic side for those that don't spend time with him regularly, and he isn't much of a talker in general. His is rather stiff, lacking much of a sense of humor and can even seem grim at times, but this is mostly due to his strict and largely anti-social training as a mercenary in the past. Those that have traveled with Ezra and extended conversation with him have often become friends with the young man, as his loyalty and understanding has an openness to it that, once the outer shell is cracked, reveals a soft spoken individual that just wants to feel accepted among a group.
His speech is usually concise, with a hint of an accent that sounds foreign of some kind, but not of native lands of the area. Ezra isn't dense in the slightest and hates those that try to skirt that line of trust and manipulation. Though he will usually keep his distance, Ezra will stalwartly defend those he has entrusted his life to protecting. He goes about with a straight focus and determination like an arrow, and will only become blinded when the enemy shows no sympathy towards those that are unable to defend themselves. Some might argue that, despite his unbreakable will in battle, Ezra might sometimes push his limits to the point of risk, and might wish for him to watch out for himself as much as he watches out for others.
Ezra has confidence with his skills, even if he himself dwells on his past mistakes to the point of keeping him up at night, which has resulted in a tired look more often than not. More or less humble, it takes a great deal to harm any sort of ego he might have. If anything, compliments and attention is about the only real way, which will usually just result in him growing more quiet than usual. Strong affection isn't the most well received either, as he hasn't spent any real time with anything of the sort.
In terms of hobbies and free time, Ezra tends to prefer watching and listening to others creations and seeing what others can create. However, he does enjoy geology and stone carving, making small trinkets and small object while on the road with caravans. He also has an affinity to tasting what kind of differing foods he might be served and the mixing of cultural ingredients.
Ezra, while he fights, has been called the Sandstone Guardian. Flowing swiftly and in unison with his Vel to create a sandstorm of strikes and flurries. Ezra avoids killing as far as he can allow it, though he won't hesitate if it might risk those that he aims to defend. His cold, silent fury has, in some cases, earned him the title of "Wolf of the Desert", despite his empathy towards even those that rarely deserve it.
History
Ezra Zafar Rashid was born August 13, 426 PDB among a small colony of nomadic people. Never staying in one location, little is known to Ezra where these people were originally from or where he actually was born, but the land, by all of his accounts and beliefs, was a land dominated by ever flowing sands as far as the eye could see. At a very young age, Ezra and the other nomads were exposed to the North Star, causing himself...but few others, to become attuned to the earth's embrace. Among those that survived were Ezra's sister, mother and father. Time would pass, with little knowledge of what had truly transpired that night, it wasn't long before Ezra and the rest of the band of survivors would be introduced to the world of Vel.
It was at a young age that Ezra, additionally, learned of his families ties to what he would later know as the mercenary corp. The ambitions and the cultural impact it had among his guardians. They traveled the lands, not out of discovery, but to create new life as the old one ends with the tradition of Matthias Gisborn. Though Ezra understood little of the implications. He was quickly introduced to the world of mercenaries through strict regimens and training. His sister was told to compete against Ezra in a sort of ceremonial tradition constantly to the point where the two siblings barely see each other as anything but rivals now.
Though it is hard to explain, Ezra still felt...connected to it all. Although the training was harsh and the expectation bore down upon him, deep down, Ezra felt a part of something larger. He was following family traditions and experienced part of the culture he was a part of. It left little room for emotion and joy though. Those were things better left to the poets, bards and storytellers. They were hardened warriors. Hired to train, fight and possibly kill. Soon, he would learn that it wasn't merely training. This was only more apparent as Ezra's understanding of his Vel grew, making his father focus his attention towards his son more than ever. This ultimately ended up dividing the family in two, Ezra given minimal contact with his sister and mother going into his teenage years.
Ezra and his sister soon after were brought into the fold of proper mercenary work, introduced to a gathering of other novice or lesser known mercenaries. Though small in numbers, they sought to gain a solid footing within the Corps by creating a name for themselves with deadly skill and talent. The soldiers, assassins and marauders of mixed race and heritage all banded together under one flag, unified for a single cause.
Yet, Ezra's father wished for more. This small warband was only a means to the end for the family. Those the mercenary corps was the end goal, what truly burned within them was the passion of continuing an ancient legacy from times far beyond his own.
"The Talons of the Golden Eagle", The man said aloud one night to his two children in a hushed, gravely tone, "We are the blades on wings of freedom. Our legacy will never die, so long as we fight with resolve." With an embrace, he looked upon his son and daughter with a sense of pride.
"Golden Eagles? Is that some kind of secret guild within the mercenary corps?" Ezra's sister asked inquisitively, a question also fresh in Ezra's own mind. The man gave a hardy laugh. "If you truly wish to learn of the legacy our forbearers have left behind, than you will fight and earn the right just as your mother and I , and our parents before us have. Earn your names within the corps and, in turn, earn the favor of the gods and it's keepers to impart you with the knowledge you deserve."
"You are both destined for greatness, my wings upon the sky. Always look towards the sun's rise and never falter. Your mother and I have faith in the future of you two."
Following that night, the family began executing missions from hired contracts with little to no flaws, Ezra standing next to his father and occasionally his sister and mother in a theater of combat and finesse. These missions never remained the same day to day. Most involved raids upon bandit camps or sneaking into a lesser criminal organizations facility to assassinate a leading figure.
Ezra's training had let the young male perform his duties next to his fathers with little hesitation or question to his orders or guardian. They were, much like the talons of the eagle his father mused, swift and unrelenting. It was a matter of survival and tradition. There wasn't room for sympathy for the wicked. The siblings were fighting not just for money or reputation, but the revelation of information related to a deep legacy that rooted itself in the hearts and minds of his family.
Not long into his work with his father, Ezra was gifted his vanta weapon. Mirage, the glaive that would always remain by his side and, additionally, be his worst enemy. His sister gained the twin relic, Oasis, continuing the expectations of the two to always strive to compete with each other. While they weren't officially apart of the mercenary corp, things started feeling like they actually were part of an official order. Ezra would soon regret feeling as such.
Tasks become rougher and rougher as his age grew, to where at the age of 16, he and his father were issued to aid his sister in cleaning up after a failed assassination attempt. As the two charged into the scene, he bore witness to what was, effectively, an exterminating of a village. The rest small band of self-guided mercenaries were charging about with the flow of a storm, dispatching men, woman and young fighters with no care for who their target was. The look of deadened, cold focus as their blades spread the crimson liquid across the sky. The sight shook Ezra to his core and, despite aiding in what were murders, he was never expected to do so himself, and not what appeared to be innocents.
They were told the village was composed of raiders, but the mothers and children were also put to the blade, and it made Ezra ill. Dragging the young man, his father carved his way through the scattered and wailing souls until they arrived within a single hut, tossing Ezra roughly against the ground with a gaze of pure, fiery determination and ambition.
"Finish what your sister failed to accomplish. Leave no prisoners." The man growled at he snapped a glare at Ezra's sister whom remained kneeling on the ground with a rage in her eyes that only matched her sense of failure. Their mother held her blade to a single, defenseless boy that was barely even 12, sobbing over his mothers corpse, Oasis coated in her blood and resting in the woman's hands. Though Ezra knew not what had happened to cause all of this, his head spun with what he knew they expected of him. There must have been a reason to it all but...could there really be justification to murdering a boy that could not even defend himself.
Time must have past far to long and quickly and, before Ezra knew it, he felt a sharp pain sear across his arm. The boy had grabbed Oasis from his mothers body and swung it with untrained fury against Ezra. Ezra's father snatched Mirage from his grasp and, with no hesitation, ran the boy through, Pinning the child against the wall with a single, powerful thrust. The death was swift, and barely audible compared to the horrors outside the hut. The sight couldn't be shaken from his mind though as Ezra stared at the boy's life draining from his eyes sputtered gasps for air. Once the deed was finished, his father waiting for his wife to leave the hut with a disgraced daughter in tow before approaching Ezra with a glare.
"That was the child of this clans leader. If we let him live, he would surely seek revenge against those that wronged him. It is not our place to question morals or ethics in this shattered world. We are weapons made for ending conflicts. Nothing more, nothing less." With a disappointed stare, he simple spit against the ground and wiping blood from his face with his large fist, he marched out of the house with a single utterance over his shoulder.
"Bury them before returning home. Giving them a proper burial is the least we can do to treat their lost lives with some moniker of respect."
The night was a taxing one of Ezra's mind, making him realize that, perhaps, seeking the truth to the path of this supposed Golden Eagle wasn't designed for him. The fierce and effective brutality was becoming too much for the trained soldier, but he didn't have time to consider the morals of what they did. The execution of the raids leader, along with there many other tasks that they preformed, earned the full attention of the mercenary corp and, with proper enacting and ceremony, earned Ezra and his sister the acceptance into the guild. Marked on the right nape of their necks, same as the rest of their creed, they were given the task all mercenaries are expected.
Perform the Walk of the Wall. A task that, while grueling, was nothing that the two hadn't alright fought and strived to accomplish in the past. It was draining on Ezra's mind, however, who was beginning to doubt his place among the mercenaries and their morally grey way of thinking. The deed would be accomplished in the end, however, and Ezra's stone was fashioned into a ring, same as their grandfather and mother before them. The words of his father, the engraved cleanly into its form. "The blades on wings of freedom"
Things seemed to calm down, missions becoming more like they used to be, aside from the odd job that dragged doubt and concerns into Ezra's very soul.
It wasn't until the age of 20, however, that the worst of it would be brought to light. Ezra was reminded of a task that he wished he never would have been reminded of from his childhood. It all seemed like simple tales as a child, but now, it was very real. He had hit the age among his nomadic warriors that they were expected to overtake their mentors and strike them down in a sign of perfected training. Standing in front of his father though, despite all of his respect for his teachings and the passing of a age old torch, he...couldn't bear to kill somebody so close to him.
Ezra was beaten relentlessly in combat, his father hoping to ignite some kind of spark within him. On the verge of death, Ezra was barely clinging to Mirage, but refused to strike back in defiance of the tradition. This enraged his father, who watched as his daughter enter the building with Oasis, dripping in the blood of her beloved guardian. Finally, something surged in Ezra that burned with rage. The way that his sister so freely accept the murder of their mother because of a mere tale of tradition and a promise of information caused Ezra to burst in a flurry of strikes against his sister.
The twin blades clashed, Ezra's wrath crashing into his sister with full force until she was knocked to the ground, Oasis sent sliding across the ground and Mirage poised against her throat. Despite his battered and exhausted body, all it would take was a simple thrust for it to be over. He...wouldn't do it. His sisters look of shock and betrayal sank too deep into his mind and vision and his father could see it in Ezra's soul. With a powerful shove, the man snarled at Ezra with sharpened and absolute judgement.
"You have forsaken our creed and for that, you are no longer a part of our order nor will you ever be! Begone from my sight, bleeding hearted boy! If I ever see you again, our blades will clash once more and one of us will die. Don't expect to find sanctuary, friends, or even allies among the Golden Eagles you fought tooth and nail to grasp for. You are worthless to us in your current state and are as useful as a corpse. Leave! Now! And never show your face to me without a burning desire to amend this folly!"
With that, Ezra was on his own. No family, no friends because of his secluded life. Nothing, aside from the vanta weapon clutched in his hands. Wandering the lands, Ezra scrapped by in helping towns folk and travelers with various tasks, mostly hunting or cargo movement, but he was eventually introduced to the life of a vagrant when a traveling group of entertainers sought protection and a gypsy offered a free fortune reading into Ezra's soul. She could see in him a gentle guardian angel and enlisted his aid, despite knowing only what her fortune and readings retold to her.
Partly out of curiosity and partly out of desperation, Ezra had little choice but to agree and travel with the band. Though they parted ways after arriving at their destination, Ezra learned to yearn for the like of a defender, and has since continued the guardian lifestyle of a vagrant. He wishes to, someday, meet the troupe again, along with his family to reconnect, although deep down he knows the latter is a pipe dream. For now, Ezra will live life day by day, seeing the world, it's people and it's cultures, as he had always long dreamed of. And maybe, someday, of the truths of his people, buried deep in the sands of time.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ of THQ
★MEULK OF THQ
Last Edit: Dec 1, 2019 21:02:21 GMT by Ezra Rashid
Mirage is a more weaponized version of the Was-Staff, a staff held by ancient keepers of the desert. It is most closely related to a halberd, in which the user can wielder can use it for both thrust attacks like a spear, or slashing like an axe. It stands at 165 cm, just a little shorter than himself, and weighs just about 3 kg. When Ezra is in the presence of sand or is using his Vel, the center "eye" of the weapon glows a yellow-orange hue similar to the sun.
Ability
Mirage is capable of collecting various sands and minerals through the eye of the blades edge with the assistance of Ezra's will. This is done through contact or by Ezra controlling the sand to flow into the weapon, and can store up to about a buckets worth within the Vanta weapon.
Mirage is incapable of producing further sand or sediment of its own, and thus once it has been released from the weapon, Ezra has to either find more if he needs it or use what was brought with him. So aside from Mirage being a weapon in itself, it's main function is to serve as a storage container for his Vel.
Shifting Sands
Rank 1 - Control
Power
Shifting sands is the ability to bend and manipulate sand, gravel, granite and other small granular, earthen material similar to sand.
At a very young age, Ezra was exposed to the North Star's light while in an arid, dry sea of sand of a desert. This light blessed him with the his vel power which has allowed him to work in tandem with the earthen elements around him while in combat or even day to day endeavors. The sand can to moved and flowed around him, either funneling it into a serpent like whip or spread out into a cloud of spiraling sediment.
This control last as long as he can maintain focus and can extend to the limit of a telephone pole, or roughly 12m, for both movement and direct control. These techniques are mostly used for defensive purposes, as the sand's properties cannot be altered into a solid mass. At most, it can be launched at a foe similar to a hose with the strength to splinter wood.
Disadvantages
Anything that might alter the properties of sand will still apply to the use of Shifting Sands. Things such as strong winds or water will either disrupt or bog down the manipulation of the Vel itself and makes it much more straining and difficult, either slowing the speed of movement or weakening the overall effectiveness.
Additionally, anything which would break focus or cause fatigue to Ezra will cause him to lose control of Shifting Sands to the point of being ineffective or outright unable to be used. Lastly, of course, due to the earthen qualities required to even use the Vel, if there is no substances such as sand to be manipulated within his environment, such as a enclosed and secure building, will leave Ezra powerless.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ of THQ
★MEULK OF THQ
Last Edit: Dec 1, 2019 18:00:22 GMT by Ezra Rashid
Ezra spent a large chunk of his childhood being raised as a hardened, emotionless mercenary. Through the grueling and harsh lessons and training, Ezra learned to harden his senses and resolve, allowing him to tough out intense scenarios that might otherwise exhaust a normal fighter or guard.
Military Ability Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Military Ability Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Military Ability Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Military Ability Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Military Ability Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Talents
Stonecutting
Star Rank: ★
Description:
A rather small hobby that Ezra picked up while constantly traveling with strangers. He carves and cuts various stones, minerals and gems into various pieces of art, whether they end up as figures, jewelry, trinkets or otherwise.
He mostly does this with the aid of meticulously running his Vel controlled sand against the surface while shaping the object to smoothen out rough spots. Though his pieces aren't professional, it is a nice time killer and sooths his wanderering heart.
Talent Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Talent Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
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Talent Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nam imperdiet turpis ut urna imperdiet, et auctor dui pretium. Nulla vulputate urna non mollis sodales. Sed vel urna et lacus ultrices mattis ut non erat. Etiam neque sapien, vehicula et imperdiet non, sollicitudin sit amet justo. Donec scelerisque dapibus pretium. Suspendisse ultrices ipsum felis, et posuere elit faucibus id. Suspendisse consequat ullamcorper felis, lacinia dignissim enim posuere id. Aliquam vulputate sapien sed justo euismod lacinia. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Nulla tincidunt urna nec quam pulvinar aliquet. Sed sodales non est id tincidunt. Nam pellentesque quis quam in pretium. Maecenas libero sem, suscipit sit amet nisi non, pellentesque elementum nisi. Sed nunc odio, rhoncus lobortis sapien id, volutpat sollicitudin enim. Mauris diam lorem, bibendum ut quam at, ullamcorper accumsan nibh. Fusce facilisis quam dui, at consectetur magna hendrerit at."
Talent Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nam imperdiet turpis ut urna imperdiet, et auctor dui pretium. Nulla vulputate urna non mollis sodales. Sed vel urna et lacus ultrices mattis ut non erat. Etiam neque sapien, vehicula et imperdiet non, sollicitudin sit amet justo. Donec scelerisque dapibus pretium. Suspendisse ultrices ipsum felis, et posuere elit faucibus id. Suspendisse consequat ullamcorper felis, lacinia dignissim enim posuere id. Aliquam vulputate sapien sed justo euismod lacinia. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Nulla tincidunt urna nec quam pulvinar aliquet. Sed sodales non est id tincidunt. Nam pellentesque quis quam in pretium. Maecenas libero sem, suscipit sit amet nisi non, pellentesque elementum nisi. Sed nunc odio, rhoncus lobortis sapien id, volutpat sollicitudin enim. Mauris diam lorem, bibendum ut quam at, ullamcorper accumsan nibh. Fusce facilisis quam dui, at consectetur magna hendrerit at."
Talent Name
Star Rank: Number.
Description:
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nam imperdiet turpis ut urna imperdiet, et auctor dui pretium. Nulla vulputate urna non mollis sodales. Sed vel urna et lacus ultrices mattis ut non erat. Etiam neque sapien, vehicula et imperdiet non, sollicitudin sit amet justo. Donec scelerisque dapibus pretium. Suspendisse ultrices ipsum felis, et posuere elit faucibus id. Suspendisse consequat ullamcorper felis, lacinia dignissim enim posuere id. Aliquam vulputate sapien sed justo euismod lacinia. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Nulla tincidunt urna nec quam pulvinar aliquet. Sed sodales non est id tincidunt. Nam pellentesque quis quam in pretium. Maecenas libero sem, suscipit sit amet nisi non, pellentesque elementum nisi. Sed nunc odio, rhoncus lobortis sapien id, volutpat sollicitudin enim. Mauris diam lorem, bibendum ut quam at, ullamcorper accumsan nibh. Fusce facilisis quam dui, at consectetur magna hendrerit at."
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ of THQ
★MEULK OF THQ
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2019 16:53:57 GMT by Ezra Rashid
[break]You've lived a hard life that is not your own. I wish you luck on your travels in finding your true calling. Who knows what awaits you over the sunset? Welcome to Ordus[break]
