Ezra Wilder

Played by Kevin Olusola (link)
DESCRIPTION:Ezra is like a wound-up spring just ready to be sprung. One can just see the nervous energy that works beneath his otherwise stoic and slightly-intimidating stature - in the way he's always using his hands to talk, or the tapping of a finger or a foot working out some rhythm or another. He stands sure of himself, tall and solid, but these little tics give off the air that he is ready to jump into action at a moment's notice.

Ezra is also a rather open individual, which doesn't really help with the whole intimidating-figure thing, coming from such a big guy. He doesn't guard himself with his posture at all, preferring to take up a lot of space (and often, some of the personal space of others) and leave himself open. On a smaller person, we'd call it vulnerable - on Ezra, we'll just call it open. Vulnerable's not a word in his vocabulary.




POSITIVE TRAITS:Funny, kind (he's a big supporter of the underdog, especially), fearless, rhythmically-inclined, quite the charmer
NEGATIVE TRAITS:Overly-protective, sometimes (often) struggles to act serious, his own worst critic, no sense of direction whatsoever (the man could get lost in his own house), disorganized
LIKES:International food, music, blue-green like the color of the sea, dance parties
DISLIKES:Bullies, injustice, bad listeners, long-winded lectures (from anybody, but especially Mum...yipes)
HOBBIES:Singing, dancing, football, walking his dogs in the park, drawing, yoga (he's gotta chill out somehow)
GENERAL PERSONALITY:Ezra is an energetic, compassionate young man. He gets his energy from people - being around them, making them laugh, engaging them, and most of all helping them. He's got a strong sense of justice and what's right and wrong. He's fiercely loyal to what he believes in and who he believes in, not stepping down or changing his ways very easily. He often involves himself in the affairs of others, sometimes to their chagrin and sometimes to their secret thankfulness (he knows they're thankful, darn it, they don't actually have to say it). Some would say this makes him a bit nosy, but it really just burns him up to see other people getting taken advantage of. It's not right.

Don't for a minute think all this gives Ezra the stone-cold heart of a greasy lawyer, or something. He's about as far from courtroom-serious as one can get (as the Wizengamot has so kindly informed him more than a handful of times in the past). Laughter, in his opinion, is not only the best medicine, but the best weapon. He will try his damnedest to make anyone laugh, or otherwise charm the pants right off them. He's loud and charismatic, a little too much for some people and some situations; but at least you know the man's genuine.




Parents:Jack Wilder (father) and Chaya Blum Wilder (mother)
Siblings:Aaliyah Wilder (22, witch)
Partner:None
Children:None
Other Family:None to speak of, your honor (maybe old Granny Wilder, she's nice)

Character History:Ezra was born in February - and yes, he was delivered by a family member. Being born into a family chock full of doctors, one didn't really get any other option. Not that being born into a family of doctors was bad by any means. Ezra was a very fortunate child. His needs were always met, his parents loved him to pieces, and when he inevitably hurt himself acting a fool trying to make someone laugh, there was always someone around to bandage up his scrapes and bruises. His parents were ambitious and successful - but also very kind and compassionate. They ingrained this in this in their son from the get go (and his younger sister, a few years later).

Ezra's fortunate childhood didn't turn him jaded and greedy like it had the potential to do (and did, among many of his similar peers). He grew just as kind and compassionate as the mother and father he loved so dearly. He went to all the nice schools that money afforded them - and befriended the scholarship kids. He always got nice things - and shared those things with his new friends. The only thing Ezra ever found himself in trouble for was perhaps sticking up for his friends a little too much; the boy despised bullying, and was quick to stand up and knock in a set of teeth if he had to (it's okay, half of those bullies had dentist fathers, anyway.)

And then his eleventh birthday happened. The witch happened. On an otherwise normal day (besides the massive leftover cake residing in the fridge), a woman showed up at the Wilder home, claiming she was a witch and Ezra, a wizard. The boy thought it was a joke until she asked to speak to his parents. Then he got nervous. The trio talked for a long time, about a lot of things he didn't understand (he didn't think his parents really did, either, despite their efforts to make it look like the opposite). Apparently there was a whole other world out there that none of them knew about.

Ezra was chomping at the bit to delve into this new discovery, connections firing off in his mind like rapid gunfire. So many things made sense now - and he just HAD to know more. Maybe he could even help this new world with its problems, once he got the hang of the whole wizard thing (shouldn't be hard - sons of doctor parents were generally pretty smart themselves). After much "intelligent bargaining" (see: begging), Ezra's parents decided to allow the boy to attend said wizarding school. In the end, they just couldn't deny their boy an intellectual pursuit. He could always come back and attend medical school once he was done, like they'd planned. How could they say no?

So off to Hogwarts Ezra went. He was sorted into a lovely red and gold house called Gryffindor, where he befriended lots of passionate, loyal people like himself. Those years were frightening at times, and Ezra always found himself more than ready for the breaks he got at his regular old Muggle house - but he fell in love with the Wizarding world all the same. He just knew he could help them out of this darkness, if they let him. Honestly, he liked the challenge. After having everything handed to him in his childhood, Ezra was more than ready to fight the good fight from the side of the discriminated.

Eventually, Voldemort was gone from the world once more. After he graduated, while the Dark Lord was still rising in power, Ezra signed up to become an Auror, a Dark Wizard catcher (how great), and...his parents were less than thrilled. They really wanted a doctor son, were even willing to let him become whatever it was wizard-doctors were called...but it really had to be a doctor. They allowed a lot for their son, but this was one thing they would not budge on. After more intelligent bargaining (not so much begging, now; more arguing), Ezra lost. He didn't want to disappoint his parents, who'd done so much for him and allowed so much before. Slightly begrudgingly, Ezra entered training to become a Medi-Wizard. Even if it couldn't be in the middle of it and fighting it, he was still determined to see the action somehow.

And it took the young man eight years to get tired of it all. Medi-Wizarding was exciting, yes, and it was technically helping people - but it wasn't at all like how Ezra wanted to do it. It wasn't anything like standing up to bullies, bringing people to the justice they deserved. He was twenty-five now, on his own, largely sticking to the Wizarding world over its Muggle counterpart - surely his parents could no longer control him as easily. Damn, did they try, when they found out he quit his job and went back to the Auror training he'd abandoned several years ago...but Ezra's intelligent bargaining was a might bit stronger this time.

Ezra excelled in his training. It was exactly where he belonged. He even brought an interesting angle to his department, with his medical background. Ezra quickly became a valuable asset to the DMLE, and became a full-fledged Auror just a few weeks ago.





Wand:Unicorn tail hair, apple, 8"
Former House:Gryffindor
Affiliation:N/A
Amortentia:Cake frosting - it reminds him of his eleventh birthday, the day that changed his life forever; hay bales - his yoga mat (which he loves) is made of some sort of natural fiber, and this is the image that always comes to mind when he smells it for some reason; limes - they just smell really nice.
Magical Abilities:None




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