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Candyfloss by @Tenshi-love
Name: Ezra
Nicknames: Zera, Zero
Age: 32 in human years
Species: Peppermintfloss (Candyfloss)
Clan: Psi (Zeta previously)
Occupation: Chemist on demand, some expertise in virusology. Has recently begun partnering up with Mu pharmacies and helping with medicine patents. Experiments with more dangerous things, eventually. If push comes to shove, he resorts to teaching for money.
Residence: Fluid, travels around and rents along the way rather than having one solid address.
Ailments: His original, main two eyes are blind from chemical fumes. Lower lids have some scars, still, as well.
Sexuality: Pansexual but he's unaware of this
Relationship status: Single
A bit about him:
Ezra is an absolute stick in the mud and that's about as much as anyone who's briefly acquainted themselves with him throughout his life can say about the floss. He used to be a Zeta popfloss. He'd never been much for friends, what with a shy and odd disposition, a bit too quiet and sensitive for comfort and a bit too self-conscious around all the other brilliant minds of Zeta. He always edged the line of danger and fantasy, but shooting for the stars with his 'inventions' never did him any good. Though self-sufficient to a fault, Ezra was known for being careless. Pair that with the idea that asking for help, aside from chancing humiliation, meant inferiority too, and you've got trouble.
Devastatingly, it lead to a crippling mistake when he had just gotten bolder with his scientific ventures. A late sleepless night, lack of safety equipment around chemicals and a miscalculation ended up with him in the hospital, in excruciating pain, with his vision slowly fading. And although healers could eventually fix the minor chemical burn damage on his face, restore skin to its wholeness, they weren't as effective with delicate organs such as the eyes. Ezra was left fully blind in one eye and with only vague perception of light and dark in the other.
Though his world crumpled for a while - two years, stuck in the Mu clan's best care homes, filled with the most self-destructive emotions and habits he'd ever exibited - he slowly began to try and return to his work after growing tired of his dependence on others to the extent that blindness forced him to be. Science and technology helped him function on his own a little, even if he returned to society much more bitter and reclusive than before. Miserable at the thought of still being under nurses' care and occasional supervision.
Therefore, unlike others, when news of the deadly outbreak that sapped the color out of floss and decorated them with grotesque numbers of eyes reached him, it sounded like an opportunity to him, rather than a curse. He was ready to risk a pointless death for the meager chance to reclaim his sight, even for a little while.
The rest is history. He ventured out and got infected willingly. Became a peppermintfloss. The virus was placated, he lived, he managed to come to terms with what he had become and cope with the cursed luck that made eyes appear only on one side of his face, giving him stilted vision. All that mattered was this: He could finally return to science.
Personality:
- quiet and reserved, shyness mistaken for snoodiness.
- an uncanny amount of patience
- determined with finality when it comes to most things in life. an 'it's a mission/challenge and i must prove myself' way of thinking in all things science, knowledge, personal life goals and occasionally relationships. keeps promises with the fervor of a thousand suns.
- may hyperfocus on small, unimportant details that stick out to him. remembers first impressions.
- never interacts with trouble or heated arguments. will sooner give them the cold shoulder and just walk away.
- difficulty seeing people as... people, until he's form a solid idea of their personality in his mind. until then, he doesn't understand them and most of their actions at all and takes care to be cautious. like with a new breed of creature that's unpredictable and vaguely dangerous.
Tidbits:
- Quite tall and weedy. Looks like he doesn't eat or sleep enough (he doesn't) but hates to hear it.
- Constant dark circles under his eyes
- Occasionally lacks balance due to the peppermintfloss eyes picking only the left side of his face, rather than the side of his dominant (right) arm. Uses the forearm eyes to nevigate and look behind himself.
- Tends to cover up in any temperature. Resorts to hoods, masks and high collars in public.
- Gravel-deep voice. Quiet in tone. Rarely raises it. Flat intonation, ordered speech with plenty of pauses to avoid 'umm'ing and 'ahh'ing.
