#εzrα; ( intro )

[hallelujahtohell]

oliver jackson-cohen, asexual, nonbinary + they/he ― hey look, it’s ezra noam! they’re thirty-four years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for thirty-four years, and they’re currently working at skin deep. i heard they’re pretty restless, but i think they’re so charming at the same time. can they make it out alive? || jackjack 

{ tw: drugs/addiction, overdose }

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: ezra joseph gerard noam

Nickname(s): ez, ezzy

Age: thirty-four

Date of Birth: september 8

Hometown: shrike heights, usa

Current Location: shrike heights, usa

Gender: nonbinary

Pronouns: they/he

Orientation: panromantic asexual

Relationship Status: single

Occupation: works at skin deep

BIOGRAPHY

{ tw: drugs/addiction } being the second-youngest of ten siblings and the only son did not equate to an easy childhood. desperate for attention from wherever they could get it from, ezra learned young how to turn to the wrong people. the trouble was fun but the drugs were better. the drugs eased the turmoil inside them, at first helping them focus but then ensuring they didn’t care if they were focused or not. there wasn’t a substance they didn’t abuse, claiming it only enhanced their art, levelling them with the masters. see, it was always a well-known fact that ezra would grow up to be a tattoo artist. they were drawing constantly, both on their own skin and everyone who would allow them . and as ezra likes to say, “every good artist has their flaws”. 

their parents thought “wilderness therapy” would help them and their wild ways. he believes that they genuinely thought they were trying to help, but the horrors them and their campmates--including their first love--faced were everything but helpful. he refuses to talk about what happened there, but carries it on their back like atlas. they thought leaving the camp would be the best thing to happen to them, but their friends had either dropped them or tried to drag them back into trouble. and he had been unceremoniously dumped by the one person they’d thought they were actually enough for. not even dumped. ghosted. like they meant nothing.

{ tw: addiction } reeling from the rejection, ezra quit art completely. they got a job delivering pizzas and stopped fighting the urge to slip back into their old habits. their hands itched to create but their brain was desperate to think of anything but their broken heart. it took time for them to fall in love again, and it’s wasn’t surprising that they’d found love again with the one friend they had left in the world. he was good to ezra, better than they deserved. they really believed they could be happy again, as long as he didn’t know he was still using. they knew it was wrong, that his boyfriend deserved better than a reckless, miserable addict. instead of quitting though, they ran. they were offered the opportunity to apprentice under a legendary artist in los angeles. the split was amicable, and ezra carried their love with them to los angeles.

{ tw: addiction, overdose } la was bad for them. their addiction ran rampant, fueled by a lavish party lifestyle at the hands of their fashionable new friends. it was the beginning of the end, reaching it’s peak when he overdosed. his parents immediately put him in a rehab program back home in colorado, but it took him a little longer to get the courage to return to shrike heights, but now that he was finally, actually clean, maybe his relationships didn’t have to be quite so doomed.