Kazn Ezel

[Kazn Ezel]

Kazn Ezel

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Kazn Ezel
Gender: Male
Age: 38
True Age: 952
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Scarlet
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 142 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Talent: Dark Rose Blooming
What Does It Do?: Kazn’s talent controls the growth of roses. If he wills it a seed, bush or other rose plant will burst into rapid growth, which he guides. The stems grow and crawl as his will shapes them and when he wills the plant to stop growing the rosebuds will burst into full bloom. If the plant cannot sustain itself afterwards, then it will wilt away and die.
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What Are They Like?

Likes:
*Flowers
*Fragrances
*the Warmth of a Fire
*the Chill of Winter Winds
*Clocks and Watches
*Painting
*Verbosity
*Finely tailored clothes

Dislikes:
*Children
*Fools
*Drunks
*Idiots
*Incompetence
*Tardiness
*Unruly Behavior
*Irresponsibility
*The Labyrinth

Turn Ons:
*Blood
*Torture
*Fear
*Black Hair
*Pale Skin

Turn Offs:
*A lack of fashion sense
*A lack of common sense
*A lack of sense in general
*When things are too easy
*Humans

Nervous Habits:
*Talking to Syeira
*Pricking his hands
*Tick in his neck

Fears:
*Chaos
*Poisonous Animals
*Large Dogs

Appearance:

Kazn believes that clothes express the individual wearing them. In his case he is expressing a desire to impress those around him while still remaining comfortable. His clothing is all personally tailored to him and is usually colored black and white with a dash or red in some accessory or another. He keeps clothes for travel, clothes for corresponding with the Elders, clothes for torture and just clothes to lounge around in. He’s fond of coats and cloaks and is never without one of these. He frequently wears white gloves to cover his hands and finds particular interest in religious objects from the human world, even if he can’t stand the humans themselves. Leather shoes, beautifully cut slacks, and a fine white shirt are his usual objects of dress and he’s particularly fond of a silver cross set with polished garnets.

He is not a particularly tall figure, but Kazn does not let that belittle his ego. Even his appearance seems to drip with his thoughts of superiority and his sense of honor. Always well groomed and clean, Kazn would not have it any other way. Kazn’s hands are very important to him and he keeps them covered. His left hand looks like that of a demon and is covered in a thick red fur. The face he keeps is a stern face that is quietly judging you at all times. The only time his solemn sternness and cool exterior is broken is when he becomes angry, and no one likes when he’s angry.

Personality:

Calm, cold and calculating and with a stare that pierces into the heart of any matter presented before him Kazn was always noted to be a child of prodigious talent. Instead of bragging about his own accomplishments and his perceived greatness he is more likely to belittle the accomplishments of others. He knows that he has a reputation and he likes it that way, but he finds it both rude and in poor taste to expound upon this himself. Both wise and intelligent, Kazn approaches problems logically and with great care. He will meticulously examine something until he reaches full understanding of it – even going so far as to ignore everything else until it is resolved.

He has a foul temper that more often than not will send him into a tirade. In this state of mind he is not nearly as restrained as he normally is. As such, he often subconsciously wills his talent to fruition until he regains his composure. Knowing this one particular weakness of his, he has a tendency to avoid situations that are likely to make him angry. He takes his responsibilities very seriously, and anyone who prevents him from accomplishing his duties will be dealt with swiftly and without hesitation. Kazn also places great value in a regular routine, to the point where most times he is very predictable. In those few times when he must break his usual routine he is very easy to set off.

There was a time when he was a caring individual who showed great compassion for those few close to him. Granted, he was always stern and judging, but the repercussions for breaking his will were much less severe and even his temper seemed more under control. He’d never admit it to anyone, but it became significantly worse after the death of Syeira. There is quiet speculation that she might have had some kind of talent that could keep him calm. There is an even quieter speculation that Kazn might have genuinely felt love for her. Regardless, the Kazn of the past was not quite so brutal as the one of the present.



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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father: Nevyn Ezel
Mother: Shaehana Ezel
Sibling/s: Alyss Ezel – sister (deceased), Flyndre Ezel – sister
Children: Anolean Ezel – eldest son, Naelona Ezel – younger daughter
Familiar: Blue Mandrill – Scandur
History:

Kazn grew up in the court of the Elders and quickly became acculturated and familiar with the ways and laws of the Boogies. His was not a powerful family when he was younger, but the Ezels were still a well-known name. Nevyn, Kazn’s father, was the arm of the Elders and it was the Ezel family duty to enforce the laws of the Elders and to enact their will upon the land. Since this duty would fall to Kazn when he grew older as the only male child in the family, his training had been extensive and he had been allowed to keep slaves even at a young age so that he could learn the proper way to handle them. Kazn despised his slaves and they quickly learned to fear him.

He was one of three siblings, the eldest son but younger than his sister Alyss. While not a spoiled child Kazn did have a nasty temper and in a fit of rage strangled his older sister. There had been no logical reasoning behind the act, and after the initial shock had worn off Kazn simply became jaded to the world. He doesn’t remember much of the rest of his youth or even his days as a young Boogie, though presumably he had taken the job that his father once served.

An arranged marriage to another family proved to be the opportunity that would increase the Ezel family’s rank. Kazn was betrothed to a younger Boogie named Syeira as a diplomatic move to tie his family to hers. This marriage changed Kazn’s status from a lower enforcer to a bringer of judgments. In his newfound position of authority he had found the opportunity to improve the system around him and he earned the respect of the elders. His was a brilliant mind that made necessary improvements to the defense of the Labyrinth and the safety of Wonderland as a whole. It is he who had come to pass judgment on the most severe transgressions of Boogie law and it was he who reorganized the hierarchy of the Boogies. There is the general consensus that he is the one that made Wonderland into what it is and without the Ezel family, there would be great confusion… even if only for a little while.

From his marriage a set of twins emerged, Anolean and Naelona. His own personal dislike of children was expressed in how harsh he was in dealing with them. Anolean was always subjected to the harshest judgments from his father, whilst Naelona was given a little more leeway most times. After Syeira’s death he became more distant and less forgiving towards his children. As they aged he came to treat them more so as fellows than as his closest relatives. At this point in his life he’s on talking terms with his children once again, though that relationship is strained more by business than pleasure. That chaos is constantly bubbling under the surface of Wonderland means that Kazn must remain constantly vigilant.

Roleplaying Sample:

“Flowers bloom and flowers fade, but the fires never die,” he said as he pressed the glowing red iron down on her skin. She screamed in agony and Kazn’s lips turned upward just so slightly. “The pleasure of this predicament reminds me to pace myself, lest we exhaust the palette of pain upon your pallid person.” Pulling the iron back he watched as skin that had melded to his instrument of torture pulled away and left an open sore upon the girl’s flesh. Feeling no remorse but wrinkling his nose at the scent he set the instrument aside and let out a brief sigh.

She was tied down and there was naught she could do to resist. Things like this were too easy, but this was his job. Likely when he was finished her body should be dumped somewhere where the other slaves could see it. “It’s called alliteration, child. You would do well to remember it.” It was an odd thing to say to a beast. When he considered it further he realized it was even odder to say it to a dead one. As he poured her a glass the traces of his smile disappeared and returned to that same cold expression. His eyes rested on her as though he were boring through her being.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked. She just shook her head, though her eyes told him everything he needed to know. It didn’t matter; she was to be executed regardless. Grasping a fistful of hair he yanked her head back and watched as her mouth opened to scream again. That was the beginning of the end as he poured acid down her open throat. The last sounds she made were the gurgling and screaming as she tried not to swallow. She died from the inside out, like the old tree in the forest. So ended the story of yet another conspirator; so say the records.[/size]


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