Name: Ezra Hart

Nickname: Zee

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (Refuses to admit he's not straight)

College Major: Criminal Justice

Personality: Ezra is a loud and proud jock who takes great pleasure in letting people underestimate him. He's quite intelligent and got into his first choice college on an academic scholorship as opposed to the basketball scholorship most people belive he received. He's one of the top students in his classes, and though he will deny it, he thoroughly enjoy's learning new things.

His downfall's are a lot more noticeable than his positive attributes. He can be a bit of a bully. His issues with his home life leave a lot of pent up frustration inside him and when he can't take it out on the basketball court, he turns to those that are easily made fun of. He would never go so far as to be physically violent, but he has been known to insult other people's intelligence and overall appearance. He despises this part of himself, but no matter how much he tries to change he always finds himself back to his old habits.

He is Bisexual, though he tries to ignore that fact. He did not grow up in a house that was overly warm or accepting of people who did not walk the same circles. The rich were seen as snobs, and the LGBTQ+ community were seen as immoral people who didn't deserve to cross paths with his family. So he has kept a tight lid on that side of himself, and while he would never belittle someone for being gay or trans or anything, he will not willingly admit that he likes both boys and girls.

Asside from that small detail of himself, he is a shameless flirt with every woman he comes across. He doesn't tie himself down with any solid relationship as he worries it would affect his schoolwork and his focus on the court, but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun every now and again. When he does take a girl out he is always on his best behavior. He's respectable and treats her like a queen, making sure that he doesn't push them beyond anything they are comforatable with.

Appearance: Ezra is 6'4" and 195 pounds of lithe muscle. His bright russet colored hair is long enough to touch his shoulders, though he always keeps it up in a high ponytail or a bun at the base of his neck. Blue eyes rest above high cheekbones and between them is a roman-type nose. He has several thin, long, silver scars along his arms and shoulders and back, their color barely visible against his ivory pale skin, but when asked about them he just shrugs and says something along the lines of jobs he has had and rough housing with his friends. At this point, no one really asks anymore, taking his answers at face value.

Clothing wise he usually wears shades of dark blue, gray, and green. T-shirts and jeans are more his style, but outside of practice you will never see him without his favorite leather jacket. It's black and worn down severely with scratches and scuff marks across the entirety of it. He also wears a leather braided bracelet he got when he was a kid, and black combat boots.

Backstory: When he was six years old his father left him and his mother. Driven by anger at him, his mother took solace in alcohol. It started out as small amounts at a time, but by the point Ezra had graduated high school she was drinking several beers a day. They lived off of what he could bring in from his various jobs, and the welfare checks they got from the state. On the rare occasion that his mother got physical with him growing up, she would take after him with a studded belt, but she stopped doing that when he was 15 and the school got involved. She hasn't let herself get that drunk since then, but that in no way means she has stopped drinking.

When he got the letter saying that he had been accepted at his first college four states away, on a full ride scholorship, Ezra jumped at the chance. He hasn't seen or heard from his mom since he left three months ago. He got a job to pay for groceries, but chose to live in the dorms as it was part of his scholorship.

Ezra stopped at the stairs that led to the campus dorms, adjusting his backpacks shoulder strap as he stared up at the building. Hundreds of students were moving in and out, hauling their suitcases and other personal affects through the open entrance. A sign held the door wide open, white, blue, and yellow chalk proclaiming move in day in the schools colors. To say he was nervous would be the understatement of the century. For the last three months he had been surfing from one couch to another while working odd jobs to save up a decent amount of money for food during the next year he was at the dorms.

"Come on, don't be a coward." He whispered to himself, reaching behind him to grab the duffle bag he had sat down. He didn't have a lot of personal items, just a weeks worth of clothes and his sketchbook. That all barely filled his duffel bag. His backpack was filled with his school supplies which practically trippled the things he owned. After getting his keycard he made his way to the dorm room that was designated for him and his new roommate. Knocking softly he entered, looking around carefully just in case the other kid was taking a shower for some odd reason. "Anyone here?" He called out, surveying the room slowly.

(Not as long as I'd like it to be, but I have to run some errands today and didn't want to leave you with nothing.)