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Post by Ezra Cooper on Jul 18, 2015 13:39:41 GMT -6
Ezra Michael Cooper
FACE CLAIM: Alfred Enoch
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student/EMT Intern
POWER: Heat Manipulation
Ezra has the ability to manipulate heat through his touch that comes from any source of heat producing elements in that he is immune to the effects of them to a certain degree. His low body temperature allows him to withstand certain degrees of heat and manipulate it so he stays cool. Although the bigger the source of heat and the higher the temperature of the source, the harder it is for him to fully manipulate. He can easily dip his finger into a boiling pot of water but he can’t get close to an active volcano spewing out lava without getting burned to a crisp. His biology also allows him to absorb heat enough to channel it into balls of energy in which he can do a considerable amount of damage but it also takes up his own energy enough to cause him to pass out.
LIMITATIONS:
As mentioned before, Ezra can touch fire and walk through it but he is not immune to smoke inhalation. He would still cough up something awful if he stayed in a room full of fire for too long.
His abilities only last him less than an hour before his body shuts down completely, leaving him completely vulnerable to the flames.
Though his energy ball has, only once, caused a scarecrow to burst into flames, he immediately passed out from how much energy it took to produce it.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
With his ability, naturally he is quite vulnerable to coldness, choosing to always be cosied up in warmth. His body temperature is super low so he needs to constantly be in thermal sweaters and long johns.
Because his abilities take up a lot of his energy, especially to keep himself warm, he needs a high calorie intake diet. This means he’s a bit of a squirrel wherein food just pops out of nowhere on his person.
When he can’t keep warm with food or clothes, he will always use up the hot water in his dorm and always has a mobile heater in his room.
“Do I actually have to do this?” Fifteen year old Ezra Cooper asked, his big brown eyes wide in the hopes of softening his trainer’s heart with how innocent he looked. It never worked, yet he never fails to do it anyway.
“You do. Just take it like a man.” His trainer, his very favourite one, Mrs. LaRoux, smiled warmly at him, ruffling his hair as she took a seat across from him. She shifted the papers on her table and looked to Ezra who looked down at the four page questionnaire.
“Okay fine, so you know my name is Ezra Cooper. Specifically Ezra Michael Cooper.”
“Good, you’re doing swell.”
“I had my birthday last week, April 4th. Which makes me fifteen. I’m fifteen years old Mrs. LaRoux.”
“I know, Ez.”
Ezra smiled and nodded. He liked being called Ez. Especially by Mrs. LaRoux.
“Well, I was born here. Like...five minutes away from the Academy. How convenient right? It only took the big guys upstairs like what...fifteen minutes to find me? I would have been a goner if Mr. Webb wasn’t scrying. I mean I was literally in the heart of the flame, everything going whoosh crackle pop pop...everywhere right?
“My mom’s kinda scared of me though. I didn’t tell you this before. Didn’t really think it was something you told. But I trust you. No reason not to. So yeah, my mom’s scared of me because you know, she watched Firestarter. Charlie McGee scared the crap - oh sorry...I mean it scared her to death. It’s really dumb, come to think of it, being scared of a fictional character but I guess having it happen in the middle of your living room kinda puts things into perspective ya know?
“So anyway, after coming here, she kinda opted for me to stay here instead of going home everyday because, and I quote, she thinks I’m volatile. That’s a big word for a fourteen year old to understand you know? But it hurts now that I know what it means. But it’s fine. I like this place. I’ve got friends. Growing up with just my mom...kinda sucked.
“Oh did I tell you she’s finally getting married again? I think me staying here is the best thing to ever happen to her. Good for her.” Ezra smiled, though his eyes were downcast. “But you don’t need to know that. This questionnaire isn’t asking that, duh. Okay...next question. What’s my favourite food?” He laughed and shook his head. “Mrs. LaRoux, is this like a Match.com profile questionnaire or something? Okay, okay I’m just kidding. Okay, favourite food is cheese. Like...just slap anything with cheese and I’ll eat it, guaranteed.
“Um...hmm, describe myself in one word? Good-looking?” He chuckled and shook his head, running his fingers through his tight dark curls. “I don’t know, I’m never good with these kinds of questions. I mean I like to learn but I hate being in class. I guess you could say I’m athletic but that always brings up the whole social ladder thing and putting me in this box that I’m really not exactly a part of. I’m not a jock even though I love playing every bit of sport known to mankind. Except golf. I don’t understand golf.” He laughed and paused for a while as he scanned the next few pages.
“I guess I can’t be like...labelled with one word alone. But if it’s really that important...I guess I would describe myself as stubborn. Yeah. That’s a good one right? Because it kinda covers all areas of my life. I want to do things but I don’t want to be defined as that one thing. Okay moving on...um...best childhood memory? Does being kidnapped count? Okay, okay just kidding. Come on Mrs. L, lighten up. Okay, it has to be the day my granddad came to visit and he took me off my mom’s hand.
“We went to the park to feed the ducks and I know that’s such a senior citizen thing to do but it was super fun because we made it a game to see who finished their bread first. Gramps won obviously. He cheated.” Ezra laughed, the smile on his face affectionate though a little distant. “Gramps passed the year after. Telescular cancer or something. I can’t remember.
“Uh...okay hmm...oh I like this question. What would I do if I were president for the day? I would claim Free Pizza day. Like all the ingredients for pizza will be free for the day so people can go crazy making ‘em.” Scrunching up his face, he looked at the last question. “Aww this is just cheesy. What are my hopes and dreams for my future? Okay fine. I hope I would be rich. I dream to have a hot wife I can cuddle with all the time. Preferably a redhead because redheads are always fiery and fun. No offence Mrs. L. Hehe, but yeah. I wanna be rich and I want a redhead as a wife and I guess I wanna be a success in whatever it is I do so that I can show my mom that I’m more than what this...thing has made me. I’m fifteen years old. I have my whole life ahead of me. I’m gonna do it.”
“I’m sure you will, Ezra.”
“Is that all? I’ve got band practice like...five minutes ago. They can’t go without their drum major, obviously. I’ll see you around Mrs. LaRoux. Say hi to your husband for me. Bye!” The fifteen year old grabbed the sheet of paper and ran out of the room after letting the paper flutter on to the blonde trainer’s table.
SAMPLE: *jiggles ladybits*
USERNAME: Mistress. I really would love to be called Mistress. But Nu will be fine.
AGE GROUP: Gawd, I’m late twenties already
EXPERIENCE: Mrs. Potts once sang about me
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Fate and Mel had these panties that they shared and it accidentally got sent to me but that’s not where I found you. Go figure.
