This may come as some surprise
But I miss you
I could see through all of your lies
But still I miss you
Is it a crime? - Sade
Ezekiel Buarque / Age: 28 / Height: 5'11 / Sexuality: Bisexual
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Oh, who is he?
The life in CALISCO, the military force division responsible for recon missions that Ezekiel works for as a lieutenant, was not easy. Mission after mission, loss after loss. A routine he learned how to go through without getting crazy. Close his eyes when it's too much, and pretend nothing happened late at night when he and his squad were drinking, joking, and drinking cheap wine; those moments made everything fade into the distance, too far to reach feeling. And then it came back in the morning while he was lacing up his boots. The last eleven years of his life have been totally dedicated to his job and little to anything else. It was difficult to leave and accept that he was devoting his youth and prime to his job instead of something more emotionally fulfilling. He has no one waiting for him at home, a house he so arduously paid off in the first years of organization just to rarely even spend the night there. The bunk beds of his barrack weren't that bad after a while, and at least it wasn't as quiet as it was in his house.
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Likes and dislikes:
Out of the rushed routine that may sound and look inescapable, the holidays were those moments he never knew what to do. Sometimes he stayed in the barracks all day resting; sometimes he ate somewhere different by himself since all of his squad would usually spend the day off with their families. He liked to travel, drive to the beach, and spend a day sitting on the sand, watching the ocean. With a cigarette in his mouth, he would feel the salty wind. Something sweet was always welcome: ice cream, a milkshake, or any other dessert he could nibble while traveling back to the city.
What he didn't like were the thoughts, the memories. It was impossible not to think with the silence. Rude words, the horrors he witnessed, the loneliness. He could look down at his hand, to the finger where the ring used to be, and sigh, because there was no reason to keep thinking and bringing that back; it was over.
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Looks:
Boring as he could be, comfortable and loose clothes were his go-to when his uniform wasn't required. The muscles he earned in the military never rested, waving under the tighter shirts and pants, but also never truly hidden by hoodies and sweatpants; the volume was clear. His eyebrows are bushy, while his eyelashes are thin and barely noticeable. In general, Ezekiel has a very average appearance and a suitably attractive air about him. His voice is deep, most of the time calm, but not passive; he's the patient type instead of soft-spoken.
Besides the muscles, negative consequences were always present. New bruises, scars, and bumps are always spread over his tanned skin, never leaving him be. The most striking one is on his biceps, a bulging, thick, poorly healed horizontal cut that he earned, surprisingly, from one of his friends during a mission. Though it could look worse, it was still impossible not to see when he was wearing his summer uniform or a T-shirt.
On his upper lip, superior right side, he had a cleft. A congenital malformation he never got fixed as a baby, and wasn't now as an adult.
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