Ezra Hatzi
Now, all Ezra wants to do is to create something to make the lives of those in Godscobh better, an invention unlike anything. But he's hit a roadblock and can't get unstuck. Will turning outwards be the solution he's looking for?
Back when the world was new, Hephaestus was born to the goddess Hera. An ugly child, with a pinched face and ruddy cheeks, he grew by leaps and bounds as only a deity does.
But the talent in this child's bones could not be contained. From trinkets to weapons, from automatons to furniture, Hepheastus was made to create.
And he adored his mother, the queen of the gods. Adored her to the point of defense, standing up to his father, the Thunderbringer, sealing his fate with a devastating fall from Olympus.
Broken and bleeding, he wept at the sky.
And the rest, as they say, is ancient history.
History became present, and the worship that once sustained the Olympians began to fade. So they devised a plan, to sustain their power.
Hepheastus was all aboard the idea, intrigued by the possibility of becoming… Someone else.
And so Ezra Hatzi was born.
A brilliant child born to two loving parents, who knew he was always loved.
The perfect background for a god shunned by his family.
The fabricated life of Ezra Hatzi was filled with creation and melancholy, the millenia of pain seeping through the cracks of this creation.
From child to teen to young adult, Ezra Hatzi built The Anvil, his lab, where he built and experimented and failed and began again.