Post by Camisado on May 10, 2009 3:39:27 GMT -5
Ezekiel St. Clair
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Full Name: Ezekiel St. Clair
Nickname: Zeke, please.
Age: Twenty one
Gender: Male
Height: 5’8”, not the tallest for a male, though not the shortest.
Just a bit below the average, probably because of his mother’s lack of height. Thanks mom.
Description:
e y e s ; Inherited directly from his father, Zeke has big, dark, chocolate brown eyes. They’re framed by soft, long, and slightly feminine eyelashes (though he’s not a fan of people pointing them out). After the zombie outbreak they became more alert and attentive to his surroundings, though behind them is a warm, compassionate glow that only other survivors are shown. They have dark circles below them starting to form, though no matter what they have a deep intensity to them.
f a c e ; Zeke has an oval-shaped face with a slightly long forehead, though unless you push back his bangs you can’t exactly tell. His lips are rather full and plump with a light pink shade, though they usually have a cigarette in between them. There’s no stubble anywhere, and it doesn’t even appear that he has any facial hair at all. It’s smooth, like a baby’s bottom, as much as he hates to admit it. When he was younger he always wanted hair on his face so he would look ‘older and more mature’, though was cursed to be without it.
h a i r ; Although he acquired the medium shade of brown from his father, his hair is mostly thanks to his mother. It’s straight and reaches just below the nape of his neck, which is a little bit longer than the how the average guy keeps it. It hangs loosely and falls whatever which way it pleases, especially now that there’s really no need to brush it and look good for the zombies. Despite how disheveled it is, it’s surprisingly soft to the touch. Though not very many people have had the pleasure of testing this out.
b o d y ; Zeke is slightly below the average height of the male population, but he appears a bit taller because he is rather thin. His arms and legs also help make him look taller because of how lengthy they are. They’re so long and lean, in fact, that they appear as if they’ve been stretched out from his body. Zeke never had the most athletic build, but he did keep himself healthy with a good diet and regular exercise. Nothing too much, and the only muscles that appeared tone were his stomach abs, though barely anyone knew they existed. He didn’t go running or anything on a daily basis, though this could be because he would end up having a coughing fit from his smoking habit.
m a r k i n g s ; There are few freckles that decorate his shoulders and arms which are more noticeable because of his pale complexion. Aside from the freckles, though, there’s nothing else on his skin that draws attention, at least when he’s wearing a shirt. Besides all of the scars, cuts, bruises, and blood stains from the zombies, he has a pair of obscure scars that not many people know about. The two scars are across his shoulder blades, looking like where angel wings would sprout from. When he was seventeen he had to have lung surgery to reattach his lungs to his chest cavity, so they’re pretty lengthy scars. You’d think after that experience he would have quit smoking, ha.
Because I think the scars are amazing:
Outfit:
When Zeke decided to take a chance and go for the police station, he hadn’t exactly felt the need to dress to impress. He felt it would be better if he stayed as shadowy and unnoticeable as possible. So when fishing around in his closet, he picked the darkest attire he could find and slipped it on.
To start everything off he wore some faded black jeans which had been the darkest ones he owned. They were now decorated with holes and tears from the zombies, and from ducking and running, with the biggest one a gaping hole over his knee. It was like one of those fads that were ‘fashionable’, having the holes in your jeans. Not that Zeke really cared for being fashionable.
He wore a black light-weight, long sleeved, button-up shirt with a black undershirt worn underneath to keep comfy. He kept a few buttons unbuttoned so he wouldn’t get too hot during the day, though left it on because during the night it was a little colder. It was slightly wrinkled in places since he had no time to stick it in the dryer to de-wrinkle, but he didn’t mind looking sloppy. As long as he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb for the zombies.
On his feet he had low-cut black converse on with dirty white, blood-stained laces. They weren’t the best to run in since they were worn in quite a bit, but it was much more difficult to run in flip-flops which were the only other shoes he owned. He figured if he really had some trouble he would end up getting from some a store before the police station, but dealt with it for now.
He also wears a simple black necklace with a small black cross on it around his neck. It’s nothing much to look at, but it’s very special to him and he keeps it on at all times.
Equipment:
Over his shoulder, Zeke carries a medium-sized backpack around with him. Also black, of course, not because he wanted to match but because he wanted to keep from standing out. Inside of it he carries a few water bottles, some beef jerky and some junk food, some caffeine pills, and his last, lonely pack of cigarettes. He also has a few extra clothes tucked away just in case. Though what are really important are the weapons he carries.
Being a simple college student who lived with his ill mother, Zeke didn’t have any guns or anything. What he did have was some helpful memories of how to make a Molotov, so in his bag he has a good dozen makeshift ones available. He also has most of the parts to make a few pipe bombs, though he didn’t have enough time to actually fix them up thanks to the zombies. Before he would make it to the police station, he figured he would stop by a store and get some more equipment to be safe.
History:
Before the zombie outbreak, Ezekiel St. Clair had led a decently normal life. He went to the local community college, had a job as a waiter at a fancy restaurant, and took care of his ill mother when he returned home for the day. He was planning on leaving for a university before his mother came down with a chronic illness, which he was forced to postpone in order to take care of her. There was no one left that could take care of the bedridden woman if Zeke left. And besides, he had always been a momma’s boy anyway, so it did not bother him.
He had grown up with two loving parents, a younger sister, and a family dog. They lived in the same house for his entire life, and they had never left the state, ever, even for vacations. Being the older brother, he was always very protective over his sister, Eve. They were close, despite their four year age difference, and Zeke did everything he could to make her happy. The only time they had a real big fight was a few years after their father had died.
Zeke hadn’t been as close to his dad as Eve was, so he didn’t take it as hard. Both parents had been smokers, and even though his father had died of lung cancer, Zeke started smoking when he was sixteen. His mother found out, but she knew she couldn’t stop him. Unfortunately, Eve thought she could, and confronted him again and again about it. “Father died because of these, Zeke!” she would cry to him, but he would scoff and just put another one in his mouth, lighting it up. One night she took his whole carton of cigarettes and burned them, and after that they didn’t talk to each other for months.
And then, out of what appeared to be nowhere, Zeke was in a car accident. His lungs had collapsed and he was rushed into surgery to reattach his lungs to his chest cavity, receiving the two scars upon his back. Eve felt horrible for them not speaking and stayed by his side for most of his recovery, often making jokes that his ‘wings’ had been clipped. When she was serious, she often told him he was saved by an angel who left her mark on him so he would remember how lucky he was. She made him a simple black necklace with a black cross on it as a reminder, which he never took off after that day. She made him promise not to smoke because of this second chance, and as much as it killed him, he agreed.
Three years later when Zeke was twenty, his sister was hit by a drunk driver. Unlike Zeke who had survived the car crash, Eve was dead on the scene. He was supposed to be driving her that night, but instead skipped out because of some stupid test he had to study for. Because of this, he felt that it was his fault that she was now dead. He was devastated after that, as well as his mother, and dropped out of school for the rest of the semester and quit his job. His sister had been such a huge part of his life, and she had died so young when it should have been him that had died. She should have been given the second chance!
Despite his promise, he turned to smoking again, not caring anymore. If she had been taken, then was there really any truth in his supposed ‘second chance’? He felt like he had been cheated somehow, like there was no point. Every time he felt sad, angry, anything – he would reach for a cigarette. He soon became addicted, and fell into the habits of a chain smoker. He almost lost himself entirely until his mother snapped him out of it.
Once she pulled him out of his funk he enrolled back in classes, got his job back, yet still continued his smoking. He wasn’t exactly fond of being a waiter, but the pay was well, and the tips at such a fancy restaurant never disappointed. On his twenty first birthday he had planned on transferring to a state university, but then another tragedy hit. His mother became ill, so ill that she was bedridden. With no one left in the family to take care of her, and not enough money to pay for school and to put her in a hospital, he was forced to stay home. So he’d have to postpone leaving, and stick with his current job. There could be worse things that could happen.
And oh, they did.
When the zombie outbreak started, Zeke put the house on lock down and tried his best to board everything up so the zombies couldn't find their way in. He thanked whatever was holy that he had been such an insomniac, being that he had spent many a night searching websites that could amuse him in the late hours. He had stumbled upon how to make Molotov’s and pipe bombs back then, and oddly, they were now coming in handy.
He worked away at his Molotov’s in the garage, his mother tucked away in bed and listening to the radio. It had already been a few days of hiding and nothing was getting better. In fact, they were only getting worse; the diminishing packs of cigarettes just an example. He heard the neighbor’s radio next door, something about a safe zone at the police station on the other side of town. He went past there every day when he went to work, so he knew it well. Despite not having any pipe bombs ready he packed up, knowing that he had to get his mother and himself out of there soon before it was too late.
Though Zeke didn’t know that when he would go to find his mother, it would be too late. She hadn’t died of zombies, oh no, she had overdosed on her medicine and killed herself. She lie peacefully in her bed with her hand holding out a note, reading:
Ezekiel,
My son, I am sorry to leave you this way, but it is for the best. I am too sick and tired to be able to run from them, and I know that I would be slowing you down if I stayed. I know that you will be safer without me, and I know you will make it out of here alright. I beg that you forgive me for this, but I also beg that you forgive yourself for your sister’s death. Just because you were supposed to drive her that night doesn’t make it your fault that she is gone. She’s in a much better place, so be thankful that she is not alive to see what the world has come to. Be brave, my son, and stay strong. I will see you again when the time comes.
After reading he folded the note and placed it in a pocket in his backpack before scurrying through the house for supplies. He packed all the food and water he could fit in alongside his Molotov’s, adding some caffeine pills and some extra clothes just in case. Throughout all of his packing he hadn’t shed one tear, feeling numb over the whole thing. He was guessing that she had been listening to the one channel on the radio that was saying there was no hope left for humanity and was overcome by her depression, but he couldn’t be sure. He could never be sure. And after a few more hours he felt that it was time to leave. He took his backpack full of goodies and stepped out of his house for the first time since the outbreak, silently making his way out of his yard to start his way to the supposed safe zone with a Molotov in one hand. As he spotted the first zombies up close for the first time, his free hand reached for the necklace his sister had made him years ago and he whispered, “This is for you, Eve.”
What kind of zombie they would most likely be:
Zeke would be a Smoker. Sure he’s not as tall and lanky as one, but he’s an addicted chain smoker who’s rarely seen without a cigarette in his mouth. No doubt his lungs would be filled with smoke.
Other:
Zeke basically runs on caffeine and hasn’t slept a wink since the infection started. He’s only come into contact with the regular majority of zombies, though has witnessed a Smoker attack before. He’s heard the Hunters screeches and the Boomer’s gurgling though has not run into one yet. No witches, tanks, screamers, children zombies, or animals either. He’s been pretty lucky, though there’s no telling when this ‘luck’ will run out.
He may not be the most athletic, strongest person there is, and he may not know how to work a gun – but he is very protective. He protected his sister all of her life, and his mother as well, and he doesn’t want to let anyone else die because of him. He’ll do anything in his power to help out with other survivors, even by putting himself into danger to keep them safe. He’d probably even give his life for another survivor. He’s a kindhearted soul, who may have a strange sense of humor at times, but he means well.
[ Blaaaah. D: I apologize for the ickle history! I'll probably go back and fix it later, since it was real late by the time I actually sat down and typed it up. It's ickly worded, and I was pretty scatter-brained when writing it. But I wanted to post this while I could. xD Hopefully it's alright. Oh, and sorry it's a bit lengthy.
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