Post by ezra darcy church on Jul 12, 2011 21:54:20 GMT -3
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #ac7d72 15px solid; border-left: #ac7d72 15px solid;] twenty-seven. grand prix jumper. jumping coach. homosexual. resident smart ass. You can't really go wrong with a guy like Ezra... Okay, you can, but that's not the point. I'm going to blow up this plot page and make him seem like the charming gentleman that he could never be. He's an arrogant, cocky fellow, that boy. Ezra has an extremely dry sense of humor, and if it isn't sophisticated or offensive, then it isn't funny. Period. On many occasions, the man has driven things too far, and a lot of bad blood has been stirred because of it. Pompous asshole or not, you're bound to love him regardless of how much you may hate him. Ezra's a character that not even the most impeccable of authors could create, and perhaps that's what makes him such a card. Ezra grew up in a quaint town in northern Maine with his father and older sister - his parents were divorced before he was even born, and Jonah had primary custody of his son. Up until a parental skirmish in fifth grade, the boy was shipped to New Hampshire to stay with his mom for the summer. Jonah Church, like clockwork on the first Wednesday of each summer, would head to train military recruits until the last Thursday of August. From age eleven years of age to nineteen, Ezra would leave for Charleston, South Carolina to stay with family friends at Foxrun Farm. The farm homed over one hundred broodmares and twenty fine racers, and the adolescent Ezra would often spend his summers on the road with the Weatherbys, traveling from state to state as Foxrun Thoroughbreds ran for blood and money. After the first summer out in South Carolina, the young boy took up lessons in his neighbor's back yard. His first love was a scopey palomino Quater Horse mare named Hopie. Ezra was homeschooled up until the second semester of freshman year, when he realized that friends that lived in-state sounded superb. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't mocked or scrutinized for his immense affinity for equines; however, his sexuality was a different thing. Ezra really never had to "come out" to anyone. No series of unfortunate events lead him to be what he was - it was just there. It was just fine. Ezra graduated at eighteen and moved to attend West Texas A&M, earning his bachelor's degree in Equestrian and Equine Studies. In 2001, whilst at the races in Virginia with the Weatherbys, Ezra became smitten with a two-year-old colt that was running an early maiden race. After much persuading, the eighteen-year-old went to purchase his first horse; the colt was none other than the slower-than-a-snail dark bay that had caught his eye in the first races. Skiddaddle Seattle, affectionately Skip, is a 1999 Texas-bred stallion by Dynaformer that stands 16.3 hands tall. The horse has travelled with Ezra wherever he went, whether it was college, Maine or South Carolina. They're inseperable, and despite how much of a lard ass the spoiled sporthorse can be, Ezra wouldn't trade Skip for the world. Though he was a shitty racer, he proved himself to be a scopey jumper that would take him to numerous grand prix championships and beyond. After graduating, he moved to Aiken, South Carolina, to be near his in-laws and sister. (Did I forget to mention that his sister married into the Weatherby family? Oops.) He owns a two bedroom apartment that houses him, his beloved Frenchie, Nellie and a freezer that houses his infinite stock of frozen meals. Ezra went through months of job hunting before coming across Iron Horse Equestrian and applying to be a part of the team. He now coaches all levels of hunter and jumper riders, and aspires to settle down one day and own his own operation for fine Thoroughbred sporthorses. (Friends) When it comes to allies, you'd think a guy like Ezra would have very few of them, and you've hit the nail on the head if you assumed such a thing. Ezra tolerates very few, and it doesn't take someone special to drive him up the wall. There are very few people that he can hang around with for days on end, and usually becomes tired and brusque. Many friendships are unrequited; he can tell you he likes you, but he can turn his back and tell someone else the exact opposite. He is a very touchy person. Riding students had best behave - he has a zero tolerance policy for ignorance in the arena. (Enemies) Enemies are made easily with Ezra. Just rub him the wrong way. Fuck around with him. It isn't too hard to do. (Lovers) A significant other is something that Ezra doesn't really need. He's extremely flirtatious and has been notorious for being some sort of a sex fiend; however, he hasn't been laid since sometime last year. He's strived to create some sort of a domestic, committed relationship with the man of his dreams. It's a bit hypocrticial of him, but he is extremely possessive and will nip at fingers if you get near his "man of the month." It can drive, and has, lovers over the edge when he becomes like a stallion protecting a favored mare. Essentially, Ezra can be a teddy bear, but he is extremely touchy-feely and lives for intimate contact. Men, you'd better be ready to put up with wandering hands and indie music if you want to make Ezra yours. |
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