ɴᴀᴍᴇ : Ezra Price.
ᴀɢᴇ : 17.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Male.
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ : Bisexual (male pref.)
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : While usually sweet, Ezra is also rather naive. Still, he's rather social, loves to explore, and isn't easily scared off by people that are rude or cold towards him. He's also curious and very kind-hearted, often willing to lend a listening ear to anyone that wants to talk about their troubles. Despite that, he does not like sharing any problems that are on his mind with anyone else - and he also hides this by seeming like he's an open book. There are, however, a few things that will bring out a more unpleasant side to him. One of these things is someone touching his wheelchair, or trying to 'help' him around - if he wants help, then he'll ask for it, but otherwise, he's perfectly capable of getting around and doing things on his own. Just do not even attempt to coddle him, or he'll run your foot over. The other is someone just outright insulting him or his family. Ezra might also get upset fairly easily, more so if something he is doing is not going right or the way he planned it to go. He tends to take even friendly or light-hearted criticism to heart, even if he doesn't openly show it.
ʟɪᴋᴇs : Reading, watercolour painting, playing harp and cello, astronomy, memes, exploring.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs : Horses, dogs, getting 'help' that he didn't ask for, criticism, dairy products/anything containing milk (he's lactose intolerant).
ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ : None.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ : None.
ᴋɪᴅs : None.
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ : His parents are divorced, he lives with his mum and stepdad, and has a brother who's 4 years older than him.
ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ : "You are what you love, not who loves you,"
sʜᴏʀᴛ ʙɪᴏ : Ezra was born into a well-off family, with a brother that is four years older than him. He often spent a lot of time outside, exploring, climbing trees, that sort of thing. His parents amicably divorced when Ezra was 10, and his father left the house - he still gets to see and talk to him, though. At the age of 12, Ezra had a serious accident after getting thrown off a horse and landing badly (which resulted in damage to his spine, leaving his legs mostly paralysed, and unable to walk), and so he's been in a wheelchair since then, but he's figured out how to cope and do stuff without needing much - if any - help.
ᴄʀɪᴍᴇs ? : None.
ᴘᴇᴛs : A silver tabby cat named Scraps.
ᴇxᴛʀᴀ : He also writes quite a lot, usually keeping a list of all his random musings and thoughts in a notebook, but he doesn't like to show anyone his writing at all.
ғᴇᴀʀs : Needles, horses.
ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs : He doesn't know. He's not sure he dreams of doing.
