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  • OOC Name: Faith
  • Total Posts: 7 (Find All Posts)
  • Rank: Nonpartisan
  • Age & Season: 10 (Autumn ☁)
  • Species Equine
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Sex: Stallion
  • Crystals: 40
  • Tag: @[Ezariel]

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Ezariel stands 16.1hh. His heritage is... complicated. But his predominant appearance is Hanoverian, with some of his Grandfather's Arabian blood coming through, particularly in the shape and angles of his face. His coat is a simple, if deep, bay. Like singed wood, the darker superficial tones show hints of warm mahogany when the light moves across his skin. His mane and tail are full and inky black. A the very gradual fade of black from his hooves to his fetlocks to the warmer colour of his body gives the impression that he is trailing shadow as he walks.

There are a few well-healed scars here and there, not so prominent that they catch the eye, but there none-the-less. Evidence of soldiering; though little enough to suggest he was either quite a good, or quite an infrequent fighter. They accent an athletic form, kept in shape by a year of hard trekking.

His eyes are a dark slate gray, like fogged glass. When at rest, his features show an overly studious calm. It is almost, almost, impossible to tell how aware he is of what his expression conveys. This studied neutrality of expression fits well with the overall impression that he makes. All in all; an overlookable figure, one that slips easily into the background without attracting too much notice.


Ezariel learned from a very young age to adapt his temperament and personality to the situation at hand. Although he made an effort to reject this upbringing, this is still his first instinct. When he needs or wants to play the part, he could access a performance of extraordinary emotional range. Now, as an adult, he is no longer always sure if the emotions he feels are really his, or just called upon by the situation and ingrained training. This combines with a natural disinclination to share his private thoughts and feelings to result is an apparent aloofness and an impression of withholding that tends to hold him apart from others. Over time, this aloofness can be dispelled by his steadfast loyalty and his careful attention to his duty and to the good of his comrades, regardless of personal relationship. He has the physical strength and life experience to be calm (not to mention, strict training in the appearance of calm) in the face of an imminent or possible threat and exercises reasonable caution always. On his own account he has no apprehension about meeting strangers, though he seems to prefer his own company.

Ezariel has a strong belief in right and wrong and has an inflexible adherence to what he thinks is right. That being said, he is slow to make judgements and slower to pronounce them.

He will always avoid a conflict, if he can, but has no fear of one either. He is self-assured and always confident in his choices.

There was a time when Ezariel was openly warm and generous, but that now lies in the past. He tends toward the solemn and strict these days. Once in a while Alayaya brings out the gentle father figure again, but the role is fraught with painful memories now, and those moments come with bitter hangovers.


Ezariel has a new name again. It's not clear whether he chooses these names or Alayaya does. She seems to always know what his name is with complete toddler certainty, though it is a fickle thing, but then, he had already had several names before he met Alayaya.

Ezariel's history begins long before he was born or had any name. Older and more defined than he is, it is inescapable to him. Ezariel is the son of Fane and Siberia. Siberia, the Daughter of Revolution. His mother, born in the shadows of a grumbling revolution, lived a life of changing tides, uphill battles, spontaneity, and power earned. She was dauntless, fearless, and unconquerable. She loved deeply and fiercely and was an unrelenting force against her enemies. She forged new worlds from old ones and changed the direction of empires. Siberia lived through several ages, the way that legends seem to do, striving always forward to progress and against oppression. She was surrounded by warriors, intellectuals, and optimists - by those who sought changes and were willing to die for their ideals. She had many children in her long life. Ezariel, though this was not the name she chose for him, was the last. She used to tell Ezariel, with characteristic assertive certainty, that he would change the world.

Fane, who took and shed many titles in his life, had lived through several ages before Siberia's wars began. He had sometimes ruled, sometimes heckled, sometimes advised - but he always kept his own counsel first. He had conceived with Siberia a son - literally and ideologically. There was a design and a purpose to their coupling which Fane, characteristically, kept to himself. When the boy could be reasonably parted from his mother, Fane took responsibility for shaping his future. Fane did not love deeply, or even visibly. In fact, it was not clear at any time if Fane felt, but he was a master at mimicking feeling. He taught his son what needed to be taught; geography, history, philosophy, politics, psychology. He instilled (or reinforced) a strict sense of duty but an oddly flexible moral code. He taught how to see and interpret the emotions of others. How to manipulate them. How and when to fight. How to win and how to lose convincingly when necessary. Most importantly he taught control over himself, and how to use that control to affect others. What Fane never taught, however, was why any of this was necessary.

During that period Fane lived a pilgrim's life, and brought Ezariel with him into new societies. Many new societies. Fane always moved quickly in rank and influence. He showed Ezariel how to steer nations off cliffs or on to greatness with or without his hand being seen (nations, even kingdoms, are still only made of people). Ezariel, who well knew his role in his father's company, watched his father at work as he grew, absorbing skills the way only children can, and growing into an unusual normalcy. Fane's purpose was incomprehensible to Ezariel, who despite being his father's son and despite his long hours of study, could not quite grasp the larger unfolding plan. They came, Fane meddled in something, and then they moved on... what was the point of the meddling? His father certainly never seemed to gain any satisfaction from it. Fane's morally ambiguous agency at work grew more and more abhorrent to Ezariel. It clashed with his nature. Despite his father's example, it seemed that Ezariel's moral code was not so flexible and could not be tolerably bent. Eventually there was a moment – perhaps on the surface no different than any of a hundred other moments with Fane – that drove Ezariel entirely from his father’s company and influence, unable to accept the role he was expected to play.

Ezariel, rather than letting his father make something of him, intended to make something better of himself. He has always been searching; at first his thirst to prove himself led him to seek glory in war, and then later in politics, but there were hard lessons learned along the way.

Ezariel found Alayaya by chance and unhappy accident. He had been alone for some months, wandering without a fixed goal in mind and sticking mostly to the edges of places. He had been avoiding people, though he was really trying to avoid himself. He had come down into a desert land he had visited once before. He had not expected to see anyone, and on seeing knew he would be more likely avoided than challenged. His path took him across a stretch of dunes that was the shortest distance of barren land he could cross between more forgiving countryside when he came upon the scene. There were eight bodies, in all, and the sand had soaked up the blood they had spilt, making a patchwork of red and gold between them. There were four mares and a stallion, and three foals. It was a grim sight, for Ezariel recognized the violence done by others. He could guess what had happened. He knew that these types of slaughters were not altogether unusual among the people here and had heard and seen enough on his previous visit to understand the motivations, but it was another thing to see the bodies of those children. He descended the dune toward where they lay, and as he did one of the little bodies stirred – the smallest child, which had been resting against the bloodied flank of its mother – raised her head to look toward him. Calmly, but stiffly, as though she had been still for a while, she stood up, shook the sand from her skin (though the matted blood in her hair and the stain of blood across her face did not fall away so easily), and traipsed forward to meet him, looking relieved and a bit disgruntled. She had been small and weak from dehydration, and he had half-expected that she would not survive those next few days, even steeled himself against it. She proved to be hardier than he had dared hope.

Hyper Endurance


Able to endure more physical stress than average members of the species. Resistant to illness. Tolerant of hunger and thirst more than average.

Can remain calm through stressful or painful situations, tolerate extreme hunger, unbearable thirst, and strong urges to sleep. They can also hold their breath for large intervals like 3-20 minutes while underwater.

Can tolerate large amounts of physical pain such as being wounded repeatedly, or burned with high heat. Mentally resilient to emotional trauma. Able to work/survive without food, water, or sleep for far longer than normal.

Supreme mental and physical endurance and enhanced health. Able to withstand physical force greater than themselves, and resilient against emotional or psychic manipulation. Able to survive without food/water and in harsh conditions for very extended periods of time.