Name: Ezra Flemming
Faceclaim: Charlie Hunnam
Gender & Pronouns: Cis-Male & He/Him
Age: 34
Occupation: Co-Owner of the Hole in the Wall
Species: Werewolf
Affiliation: Aurora pack
+ Patient, Contemplative, Kind
- High-strung, Confused, Fearful
The ongoing notion in your head that you believe you’re meant for something, born for something– it might drive your head a little bit into a wall after time. It might force you to think of things in a different light than most people would. It might trick you into thinking the entire world rests on your shoulders. And then, it might make you toss that world so far away from you that it disrupts the entire path your life was supposed to go.
At least, that had been Ezra’s experience. It was also possible that he was just neurotic and stupid at the same time and didn’t know how to process either. Healthy? What’s healthy?
Ezra’s twin sister may have been born seven minutes before him, but he always felt a little bit older. Certainly not wiser, but more so that he had to be there for her, had to teach her, had to protect her. His feelings were wrong, she would always be the one pulling him out of the holes he had dug himself into, but then, they turned eighteen and she had the world at her grasp; the same world he thought lived on the weight of his body. And she was gone, knowing who she was. Ezra barely knew how to graduate high school and now half his identity was gone? All he had left was being a werewolf. He guessed the only option was to no longer be a brother and become a murderer. In his hazy eyes, that seemed like a fair and decent trade.
He was still held back by the act, however. Ezra had an agreeable reputation around. He may have drank a little too much on the weekends and possibly wrecked one too many cars into the same bank (only damaging his car, for the most part), but he was generous and polite to the small population. For an untriggered wolf, his temper wasn’t terrible. He was patient. He was kind. Ezra didn’t want to give that up, but how could he not with his father’s eyes looking upon him? How could he disappoint him as the older-not-older child?
So, he left town. Made an even worse decision than taking someone’s life in town. He went to visit his sister in New York and risked the life she had made there, without her knowledge. Ezra would never tell her, would never admit it. He played the role of the good brother: listened to her tellings of her school, the friends she had made, the lessons she had learned. Bought her dinner, fixed a few things around her home. The last night there, he went out, found the worst possible human he could find by their own doings that they showed him, and Ezra murdered them. Quick, clean, simple. He found an empty field, or as empty as he saw on a time limit, and experienced his first transformation by himself. Ezra never visited his sister again after that.
His pack was happy to see him finally join, standing by his side with no issue whatsoever. Ezra learned from his father, tried to be good. He tried his very best. Everything still felt so heavy. And then his father was dying.
It felt like his shoulders had been stacked with a couple extra worlds at this point. Now they wanted Ezra to kill his father? The man he had learned from and loved so much? With his mother looking at him with her teary eyes and the pack ready to follow him, did he have a choice? And then his sister arrived. And then Ezra left.
Now he feels defeated. He’s still part of the pack, but is he? Now he follows his clearly older than him sister and does so without question, but it has changed a lot. He feels weak. He feels lost. He doesn’t know how to keep himself together, let alone the town that seemed to be crumbling alongside with him.
But by god, does he feel free.
