ROMAN, Ezekiel James [done]

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Ezekiel James Roman



Hopped into my car; drove far
Far’s too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
I’m building y’all a clock, stop
What am I Hemingway?



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Born to be,

Ezekiel James Roman

Call me,

Zeke

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I blow out my candles on,

December 21 [actual: October 29]

I'm pushing,

Seventeen

You can tell by my attitude I'm a,

Scorpio

I' was born a,

Wizard

I tend to crush on,

Bisexual

Due to my rents I'm a,

Half blood

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Sorting hat says I was born a,

Hufflepuff

I'm in my,

Seventh year.

Work is overrated,

Job, only applies for adults

Oh look it's shiny,

Wand: 8", teak, serpent scale

They say I look like, Trey Songz But I don't really see it

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You don't know your beautiful:

Zeke has an athletic build. He is not too tall, 5'10" when he stands straight. His love of sports is clear from his physique. He carries himself well, shoulders back and chest out. His skin is dark compared to most of the students, a mellow brown color all year round. He has already had several tattoos done out of his generous allowance. Most never see them however, covered by shirts and robes.

He has a charming smile and he knows it. He uses it to his advantage when the need arises, but in general his smiles are genuine. He is not good at hiding any emotion, his features too mobile. He has relatively proportionate features, his nose a touch wide, and his lips very full, though not unattractively so. He has deep dimples on both cheeks when he smiles. He has dark brown eyes and thick eye lashes, a small scar through his right eyebrow. He is usually clean shaven, his facial hair thick where it will grow, which is usually patchy at best. His hair is dark, brown-black, and curled very tightly. He generally keeps it short, cropped close to his head.

What make me unique;

Ezekiel, or Zeke as he is mostly called, is a friendly guy. He is rarely ever angry, at the most annoyed by others, but his anger when witnessed is fearsome. He is never prone to arrogance, often making fun of himself for one thing or another. At times, it can be frustrating when he deserves praise and refuses to accept it. In some ways, he is very passive-aggressive with no conscious realization of what he is doing. He loathes confrontation but will take a stand on some issues, often shocking those around him.
He takes few things in life seriously on the surface, but getting to know him better reveals him to be a deeply concerned individual, about his own future and his fellows. It is hard to really get to know him, almost enigmatic in this way. He keeps people at a distance while simultaneously drawing them in to him. He is charming naturally, a genuine person, with a knack for saying the right thing at the right time. He only realized that his natural charm could be used to persuade people to his side in the past few years, and at times he comes off as contrived to those closest to him. While he loves his family very much, he has a certain emptiness in him, a longing for something he couldn't name. Most days he doesn’t even notice, but at times he finds people filling it up. These times catch him off guard and make him swing wildly from one mood to another.

He is a good friend, a patient listener, giving sound advice regardless of the situation. He is loyal to a fault and once trusted few people ever leave that circle of his life. He very much wears his heart on his sleeve, mood swings effecting him at times. He can blow situations out of proportion, mountains into mole hills and vice versa. He forgives easily, but has a long memory and will hold a grudge if amends are not made. He can be controlling at times, giving directions off handedly in his low voice, but few mind doing when he asks. Most find they are doing what he asked before they even realize it, automatically moving. The sweetest thing about him is that he seems to have no idea.

By far his biggest weakness is that he is a hopeless romantic. He is easily swept up into romantic fantasies and is crushed when the fantasy collapses. He fears his constant disappointment will make him hard to the world and to the idea of love, something he searches for in vain. The thing he desires the most for his future is a family, a big one.

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Likes;

qudditch, stories, sleeping in, new clothes, being with friends, charms, care of magical creatures.

Dislikes;

power struggles, hateful people, disagreeing with a rule, waking up early, oatmeal, being judged, talking about his biological family.

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Taking a peek into the past,


Nationalities,

Unknown to him. English and Spanish.

Birth place,

Unknown, assumed to be London

Current residence,

London, England

Mother,

(bio) Rose Roman, (adopted) Isabelle Huxley

Father,

(bio) Abraham Amaya, (adopted) Terrence Huxley

Siblings,

(adopted) Jessica Troddie [married to] Amos Troddie (brother-in-law), Joseph Huxley [married to] Rachel Huxley (sister-in-law, formerly Haas)

Pet,

Ringo, barn owl

Patronus,

Dolphin

Living the teenage dream,

Ezekiel James Roman has no idea where he was born, or who gave birth to him, or how he came to be conceived. He remembers very little of his very early child hood, mostly bits and pieces of vague feelings, especially being very hungry. He was taken in by a church when he was found starved and unable to move in the dead of winter. There was a note with him, not four years old, saying simply 'His name is Ezekiel James Roman. Save him. Signed R. Roman.' The church did save him, taking him in and nursing him to health. He was adopted out to a family of the church and there he was raised as one of their own. They were an older couple, with grandchildren near his age.
He had a good life. His household was disciplined, but very loving. At times, strange things happened to him, and more than once they received strange calls from his school's principal. They thought very little of it until they were talking to their daughter-in-law. She called Zeke over and pulled him aside to talk with him. She was a witch, a Gryffindor alumni. She thought perhaps he was magically inclined. After she did some research and called in a few favors, she returned to them. Zeke was nine at the time.

His parents' accepted this news apprehensively, but with the same tolerance they treated every idea. They all took a trip to Diagon Alley that week and their minds were eased. Zeke was excited to learn about his new found ability, and like all children, he enjoyed the reinforcement of being special. The next two years he got a crash course on magical life, traveling here and there with his brother, sister-in-law, and his niece and nephew.

He loved Hogwarts, but not initially, terribly home sick. A few older Hufflepuffs looked out for him that first year, taking pity on him when he'd randomly burst into tears. He adjusted better in his second year and began to branch out, making friends easily enough. He did well in his classes, studying hard, but he barely struggled to stay above status quo. He was easily distracted by day dreams and late in the year, girls and boys much to his surprise. His third year was thrilling for him because he went out for the quidditch team and made it. He adored Quidditch with a pureness that was almost disturbing. He lived for game days during the season, still working hard in class.

He had a few brushes with romance that year, but nothing was serious. His fourth year was interesting. He fell in love for the first time, not with a girl, but with an older boy who was most certainly not interested. He understood heart break freshly and it took him down a dark road for a few months. He recovered over the summer and came back fresh. He saw a few detentions that year, sneaking around with him or her. He still studied hard and the professors couldn't help but be impressed by his work ethic, occasionally cutting him slack because of it. He practiced Quidditch until he would barely make it onto a couch in the common room.

He made prefect his next year, much to his surprise, and he took it very seriously. He kept himself busy, but he found more time to spend with a good friend who later turned into his boyfriend for a very short two months, breaking his heart the day summer break began. His sixth year was somewhat angst ridden for it and many people saw a different side of him, a few shades darker than his usual self. This year he has come back fresh, the future weighing heavily on his mind.

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I like to be called,

Atticus

Forever young,

23.

Time is of the essence,

EST, Virginia

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I also play,

Adrian Harman.

Lovely job Atticus <3 Great history here. Please don't forget to make your claims for him.