Ezekiel Osiris Morosa

[ezekiel]

Ezekiel Osiris Morosa


SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS ashton or crimson
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET sixteen
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR five YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE just zeke
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Ezekiel Osiris Morosa
NICKNAMES: Zeke, Buds, EZ
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Griffin
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: Rin Kagamine [/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Just as his sister he, in his human form, has eyes as blue as any ocean.
HAIR: The only real word to describe his hair is shaggy. It hangs to his eyes, or sometimes lower, and is a blond, stricken with streaks of brown.
SKIN: Pale. Though he does tan fairly well he’s quite the pale fellow, being maybe a shade of peach.
BODY: Though he is not quite muscular he is a bit more than skinny. Athletic would probably be the best description for his lightly toned frame.
UNUSUAL: Tattoo! With both ears pierced and stretched too five eighths of an inch, as well as snake bite piercings on his lip. Much like the one on his sister’s shoulder and neck, he holds a tattoo on his ribs of an eagle and feathers.
OTHER FORM: Griffin Form! Standing seventeen feet, from foot to ear, and twenty feet, from snout to tail, Zeke is a massive creature when he is in his supernatural form. His eyes(though not visible in the picture) are a brilliant blue and his feathers and fur are a very light brown.
APPEARANCE: From foot to head Zeke is an attractive young man. He is toned, just enough so for his muscles to be seen through his clothes, and he lets it be shown through his choice of clothing. “Dress pants” are his favorite clothing, either khaki or black or pinstriped. He wears those, as well as shirts and vests nearly every day, and is rarely seen without a tie, be it bowtie or long tie. His favorite colors are red, white, and black, so he wears one or the other nearly every day. Though his build stands out on his five foot eleven inch frame, his eyes and hair truly define him. With blue eyes that shine brightly, and light hair with darker stripes it is hard not to notice him. He also wears large headphones nearly all of the time, even when they are turned off, and they earned him his nickname “Buds.”
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
-Music
-Reading
-Alone Time
-Time with his sister
-Close Friends
-School
-Writing
-Time with Marishka
DISLIKES:
*Large Crowds
*Ignorance
*Unfamiliar People
*Most Humans
*Fire
*Cold Temperatures
STRENGTHS:
-Diplomatic Speaking
-Aerial Combat
-Healing
WEAKNESSES:
*Ground Fighting
*Sometimes Cold Hearted
*Doubtful to a fault(of himself and others)
SECRETS:
-Zeke is in love with a human, one he knew when he was just a young boy, and still sees her every time he leaves the campus of the school.
OVERALL: Though he is more of a loving person, if you upset him or he does not approve of you he will shut you out and show you the coldness he holds within him. He is calm, very level headed, and shows it when it is needed most. His biggest secret is one that he can let no one, save his sister, ever learn. Though he loves the girl he loves his race, and his society, and would not give it up if he was made too. He excels in combat while in his animal form, but is quite the opposite while in his human body.[/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Eliza Bittell
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Annabelle Leigh Bittell, seventeen
OTHER PEOPLE: Marishka Alexandria Upson, 17, Human
HISTORY: Raised with his twin sister by only his mother, Zeke lived a fairly good life in the human world. He was taught, as most supernatural beings are, to hide his true form when in public, and for him, even when he was in his home. As a griffin he was large, even for his race, and was rarely able to flex his wings as it were. His sister was one of his only friends for most of his childhood. However, she was not the only one. When he was but six years old he met Marishka, a small, black haired girl from next door.

When he began attending school, just as any normal child, he was introduced to more people than he had met in his entire life. Among them was his next-door neighbor, Marishka. In an extremely short amount of time they became “BFF’s.” For years, from the age of six to the time he and the young girl were inseparable, eventually becoming more than just friends. With his girlfriend and family, only a mother and sister, he visited some of the more remote mountains in the Rockies. This was the first time in nearly five years that he was able to become his true self. It was also the first time that Marishka saw what he really was, and when she did, she accepted it, unlike what he thought she would.

It wasn’t until he set off for school that they went even a single day without seeing each other. When that day came she was almost inconsolable. Since he left they have seen each other at least twice a month, though not without having to sneak around. He gets his pass, and is taken, with a teacher, to the town of Denver, where he meets her secretly. While in school he does his work, and does so very well. He spends as much time with his sister as possible, as she is his best friend, and flies with her and others whenever possible.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] Nothing c:
RP SAMPLE: Without lifting his head he could feel Mother War's eyes as they swept over him. Just her presence was an amazing thing. When you entered the same room as her, or more like when she decided to acknowledge you, something hit you like a ton of bricks. Though most humans couldn't see it her aura was so strong she may as well have glowed. In all the time he had known her it had been apparent that she was special and not just because she was the head demon. Even if she had been just anormaldemon, she would have been amazing; that, though, was not a thought he could ever vocalize. If she even thought that he was thinking of her as anything other than his master she would do to him what she had done to so many humans. More than once he had seen her lay out a dozen full grown men for being in the same room as her when she was mad, and that was just with her claws. When the beak came into play a whole different story began.


As he looked towards the ground, which was quite an easy thing to do since his head was pressed to his blade, he saw, not for the first time, the blood stained floors of the Morrigan’s chambers. The cold, black marble did not hold up well against the many deaths that were administered within its confines. There were scratches as deep as his middle finger was long, and it was impossible to look two or three feet in both directions and not see stains from the blood of mere humans. The first time he had ever met the powerful demon had been in this room. He had almost met the same fate as many of the others who had come to her over time. If it had not been for the black flash in his eyes and the black war hammer appearing in his hands, just soon enough to knock her away she would have killed him. It was then that she had known he was more than a human whose futile attempts to help would mean nothing to her. She also learned of his sister, the white haired girl who could control light, being a half demon. Until that day they didn’t know themselves. They knew that both of their parents had been able to control elements, but they had not known that their father wasn’t truly their father. He was also a half demon, but he had not been their mothers mate. He was snapped from his day dream when his master spoke,“I expected as much. What news do you bring?”

“I have found only two more to join us. One is a half demon by the name of Aarions. He says his father was once in your army, but fell in the initial uprising. The other is a full demon, he seems powerful enough, but he worries me. Something is off with the way he speaks, I think he has something to hide, but I dared not push farther in the position I was in. There are many others, I can smell them, but they do not wish to be found. Perhaps if I had someone with me it would be easier.

“I know that is none of my concern, but that is not the biggest of our worries. On my way back I crossed over Italy, Rome to be more specific, and it seems that more and more ArchDemons are gathering. We may have a fight sooner than we expected.”

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