Name: Ezra Nialls
Personality: For lack of a better term, he's a dork. And since dork translates to socially awkward and we already know what Zeke is like, this probably doesn't come as much of a surprise. Unlike his dad, Ezra actually wants to have friends, and he wants to be "cool," but, needless to say, he is incredibly unsuccessful. He's a schemer, always trying to come up with some idea to get him popular or friends or just to make him feel like he's accomplishing something. His schemes generally backfire. He's also got a bit of a smart mouth at times, which he usually regrets a little too late. He's one of those people who wants to be flirty but are way too awkward to actually pull it off and end up making themselves feel stupid. He's a mama's boy, though he won't openly admit this. He gets flustered and embarrassed way too easily, though I have no idea where he could've possibly got that from.
Despite being a hopeless dork, he's actually a genius with technology and stuff, and he may or may not be a whiz at hacking.
Abilities: Light manipulation; directly inherited from his father's genes, except the reverse thereof. Whereas darkness is Zeke's strength, it's Ezra's weakness. Ezra can manipulate lights to blind people and/or disorient people. He has poor control over these powers so he doesn't like to use them a lot.
Appearance: He's around 5'6, with fair skin and curly, jet-black hair. His eyes are mismatched, heterochromic, identical to his mother's. He's kind of skinny, lanky, and he definitely doesn't look like the child of a villain and rogue hero. His facial features are soft, making him look young and even less intimidating.
Preferred Outfit: He wears glasses– large, thin-framed circular glasses. He likes hoodies and sweatpants, because he's kind of lazy and doesn't actually wanna bother getting dressed up in the morning. (He probably wouldn't go to school at all if his parents didn't make him). Like his dad, he generally leans towards darker color schemes.
Other: He probably hacks illegally without his parents' knowledge, because it gives him a rush and makes him feel like he's actually doing something interesting with his life. He's not very skilled in combat so he's probably afraid he'd get his butt kicked if he tried to be a rogue hero, though he has considered trying to use technology to become one and may do so later.
Our Best Dream || Another RP with Altrince ^-^ ||
(Why are you concerned? I ship Evelyn and Zeke so much, and so I naturally want to see who their children are! But just ignore me, stalking over here in the corner… don't be concerned… I'm invisible…)
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I like him a lot!
(Sure… I’m just concerned whether or not you stalk every roleplay either Misfit or I am in…)
(I welcome all stalkage)
Also, Altrince, where should we begin, you think? :3 What else do we need to establish? owo
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Ah, now that you brought that up. What will happen to Evelyn and Ezekiel when this begins? By that, I mean will they still be doing what they were doing (hunting frauds and such) or will they be taking an early retirement?
What do you think? I feel like they'd still be up to it, honestly. Zeke just wouldn't want the kids involved because he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his babies.
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I’m thinking the same. They’d probably still be doing it.
Regarding the starting point, wanna start at high school? Like, they’re in class together or something.
Sure. Would you like to start? :3
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I can… though you might need to wait a bit while I think of a scenario XD
Take your time! ^-^ You don't have to start if you don't want to though XD Don't feel pressuredddd
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”Hey! Give me that back!” Elara’s voice was filled with joy and laughter when one of her friends did take a look at her phone. She was talking to a friend from another school, he worked alongside her from time to time on heroic occasions but it seemed like people thought she was talking with her crush or something.
Her friend, Juliet, stuck out her tongue as she ran around the class with Elara’s phone. This was the mess that happened before class. Every. Time. But… at least she wasn’t completely a jerk, just annoying at times.
Ella glanced at her brother, still on his seat and not really doing much. After getting her phone back, she went back to her seat at the back which was beside his and laughed a bit.
”Plan B backfired?” she asked, leaning against her seat with her legs crossed under the desk.
”She doesn’t seem so interested,” Ella gave one of the girls in the front of the class a quick glance. Specifically, the girl her brother tried to flirt with the day before.
(I do not stalk all of the rps you two are in! Just these two…)
Ezra chewed on the tip of his pencil and glanced up at Ella. "It's that obvious?" His gaze flickered to the girl as well. "Plan C will work. I know it. And if it doesn't, I've got a whole alphabet full of plans left." He smiled a bit. "And then some." He pointed his pencil at a boy sitting several rows up from him– who was probably Ezra's only friend aside from his sister, truth be told. Kassian Gray was a tall guy, lean, with dark gray eyes and shoulder-length blond hair that he generally kept tugged back into a messy ponytail. "Kaz told me I should buy her flowers, so I'm going to try that next."
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Ella shrugged.
”I don’t know whether that will work or not but I’m rooting for you. Besides, mom and dad would want to see their daughter-in-law sooner than later,” she gave a teasing grin. ”Especially mom”
The class they were in was truly a mix; you have the chaotic kids, the quiet kids, the smart kids, the ‘why am I even here’ kids, the attractive and popular kids, the fun kids, the bullies, and the bullied. Ella knew herself well enough to be realized that she’d been placed in the category of ‘fun’ which she was fine with.
A male student approached her, shaking.
”Hm?” she raised a brow at them. ”What do you want?” she asked sternly.
”E-Ella… well uhm… I-I like you…” the male student managed to say, his voice was shaking like crazy and his face was abnormally red.
As she was Ella, she snickered softly before standing up and holding the male student’s shoulders tightly. She leaned in and pecked his cheek just barely before regaining her posture and saying to him…
”Try a litter harder next time sweetie, I’m not interested,” she said with an innocent yet hurtful smile before sitting down and turning to her brother.
”So, what flowers are you gonna buy for her?”
Ezra watched the ordeal with a blank expression, though he didn't comment until Ella had reclaimed her seat. "How is it that people just walk up to you and tell you they're into you while I'm sitting here, single and sad about it, practically begging girls to even look at me?" He shook his head a little and let out a tiny huff. "Well, there's no way Isla can reject me after I get her the flowers. Kaz said to be specific, and Kaz is a love guru." Love guru might not've been the right term, because Kaz was an… interesting case. He fell somewhere between chaotic, quiet (at first), and smart, with probably a little bit of crazy thrown in there. Nonetheless, Ezra apparently had faith in his friend's advice. "I'm going to get her favorite flowers." He smiled. "Carnations." A couple seconds passed, and he frowned. "Err– wait. Maybe it was sunflowers." His brow furrowed as he tried to remember which it was. "Shoot. It might've been lilacs. What the fudge do lilacs even look like?"
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Elara was convinced at first that her brother was going to succeed but when he started naming different flowers because he couldn’t remember what his crush’s favorite was, she smirked.
”Seriously, get a hold of yourself first because flirting with anyone, please,” she stated with a smile.
The teacher soon walked in with the first subject of the day being English. Not too hard for anyone, just boring as heck.
Through morning periods, the only thing Ella thought about was her evening mission. Thanks to uncle andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) from the police department, she was able to locate one of the more… interesting villains around the neighbor, namely Sickle.
Ezra hardly ever listened in first period, and today would be no different. He was pretty good at English anyway, so he didn't feel an urgent need to pay attention. Generally, his mind wandered to a thousand different subject– from whichever girl he was currently trying to woo to daydreaming about what it would be like if people actually found him interesting to debating on whether launching a paperwad at the back of his bullies' heads was really worth it, or if he should just leave them alone and stay out of trouble. He always decided on the latter, just because.
He doodled little stick men inside of his English textbook whilst the teacher rambled on and on, though Kaz didn't hear a single word. He was fairly convinced that if this went on much longer, he'd have a stroke from sheer boredom.
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Ella practically yawned when time past. She wanted something interesting and this clearly wasn’t it. She leaned closer to her brother’s seat to see what he was doing. Upon seeing it, she smiled a bit. She began doing the same too, doodling away in the notebook the school has given her.
By the time the bell rang, Ezra had drawn a whole army of stickmen– most of them attacking the words in his textbook. Some of them on the margin corner seemed to be engaged in a war, with one guy in a crudely drawn airplane firing missiles at a bunch of other very unhappy looking stickmen who were getting blown to smithereens. Those tiny marks were probably meant to be their stick limbs flying in every direction. If his teachers saw his "art," they'd probably be concerned, but he was bored and he didn't care.
Once class was over, he slammed his book shut and stood up from his seat, struggling to get the book back into his overstuffed backpack. "Thank God that's over."
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((oh god, that is so me XD))
”I could say the same,” Ella had only a messenger bag so she was fine. She didn’t carry everything with her, just the essentials really.
”By the way, have you seen Stephen around? You know, the dude with the weird haircut?” she asked. Not because she was worried… well, she was but that wasn’t the point. As Stephen also worked as a rogue hero, she thought that maybe he was skipping school to do some ‘work’.
((Same tho))
"There are like fifty guys around here with weird haircuts," Ezra remarked. He glanced over to see Kaz ambling towards them. "See? There's one now."
"Who's got weird hair?" Kaz was over six foot, kinda lanky but lean, and he towered over the Nialls' twins, tugging at his backpack straps. His sleeves were too long, hanging loosely off of his relatively small wrists.
"You do. And some guy named Stephen." Ezra squinted and turned back to Ella. "Who's Stephen again? Aside from the guy with weird hair?"
"Oh, I know who that is," Kaz comments dully. "He's that one guy."
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”Thanks, very useful information guys,” Ella was a bit irritated when she didn’t get an actual answer but it’s fine, he was a bit hard to find anyways.
”Well, what’s next subject again?” she asked the two as she didn’t have the best memory. Or rather she just chose to not remember. Probably the latter.
((RIP Ella just tryna ask a question))
"History," Ezra said, his disappointment evident. Their teacher was a 70-something-year old man who just rambled on and on and on about historical events. He was a smart guy– so smart that he didn't even need the text book because he had so much historical information– but he could talk for thirteen hours straight, and his voice was so monotonous.
Kassian left suddenly, as if he just remembered something important and had to go get it. Ezra didn't question this.
"Why do you need Stephen?" Ezra dared to ask once Kaz was gone, his own curiosity eating him from the inside out.
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”For reasons you don’t need to know about?” Ella answered with an irritated frown which quickly turned to a smirk.
”I’m just kidding. I need him because of the money he owed me,” she answered innocently, lying to her brother. Truth be told, she was very worried but refused to show it. At least the owing claim worked, he did owe her $10.
"Ah." Ezra nodded a little, as if that made perfect sense to him– which it did. "Okay." Once his book was officially half-way crammed into his backpack, he straightened himself and turned to the door. The classroom had already cleared out by now, so it was just the two of them. "Well, if I see him, I'll let you know."