#🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about

[ironwoodwizard]

“All you get to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.”

Indie dual rp blog for a wizard/mechanic OC and an alchemist/bartender OC | penned by Jay (she/they, 28) | follows back from @foxytonic | read rules/about before interacting | 18+ only

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What Rage Language Are You?

Tagged by: @illbringthechaosmagic

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this~ 💜

#🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #….let’s just say Ezra puts the ‘rage’ in ‘raging asshole’ when he’s truly angry #he has a white hot temper but an exceedingly long fuse. takes a lot to really set him off. #and he’s learned how to use that fury to his advantage instead of letting it consume him #so he’s scarily competent in the moment #but falls apart in the peace afterward #Ollie is really good at irritating him but could never really anger him

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Can you fight god?

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#dash shenanigans #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #🔧 the town wizard 🔧 about #….the fuck? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 #Ollie already has enough wizard hubris as it is lol do not inflate his ego like this! #ezra….honestly? probably. he’s been around long enough to know not to try it though lol

[ironwoodwizard]

What is your place in the royal court?

Ezra:

the jester.

you spark humor wherever you wander, always seeking to brighten a room with the roar of laughter. but, you are no fool. you have seen the pain in the world, and you would give anything to keep others from feeling it, too. though, humor is a balm, not a cure. take care you do not merely conceal your tragedy beneath a smile.

Ollie:

the knight.

a defender, strong as stone, you make it a mission to defend. never would you turn your back on those in need; valorous, a paragon, a sword raised in battle with a cry on your lips... but, be warned, noble knight, that you do not fall to the sword, yourself. are these ideals worth dying for?

Tagged by: no one, stole it from the dash.

Tagging: @illbringthechaosmagic and anyone who wants to do this~

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#🍷 need a cocktail or a more special brew? 🍷 v; main #🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #last one i promise #for tonight anyway

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#🍷 need a cocktail or a more special brew? 🍷 v; main #🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #awww he’s just a li’l guy~

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#🍷 need a cocktail or a more special brew? 🍷 v; main #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #snake tw #lizard tw #reptile tw #Ezra is absolutely the type to keep reptiles as pets and I mean that in the best way possible #they live in big tanks out in his makeshift greenhouse and they are his babies #the albino python is Lucy #and the iguana is Ricardo #also he’s constantly tired because insomnia and stress but that’s neither here nor there #still wears a shit-eating smirk more than half the time

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#🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #🍷 need a cocktail or a more special brew? 🍷 v; main #🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #the first two picrews I made of Ezra back when I was just fucking around with concepts for Ollie’s backstory

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#🍷 scheming alchemist and mentor 🍷 v; royal #🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #the tattoo is 100% accurate but the cross should really be an ankh or some other kind of amulet

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#🍷 if heaven and hell decide 🍷 aesthetic #🍷 need a cocktail or a more special brew? 🍷 v; main #🍷 alchemist and mixologist 🍷 about #he just spotted a hot guy across the tavern and is being so brave about it lol

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V; Main - The boys are the local modern-day wizards for a small West Texas town by the name of Morningstar. They deal with weird shit at least three times a week, some of it supernatural, most of it due to the locals fucking around and finding out.

V; Royal - Oleander is the crown prince of a rather dark kingdom, and is set to inherit the throne from his tyrant of a father, an evil sorcerer who will stop at nothing to gain absolute power. Ezra is Ollie’s magic tutor, a mysterious but kind wizard with more than a few secrets up his sleeves. He makes no effort to hide that he’s a tiefling, as it’s earned him quite a bit of respect in the eyes of the king, but he does hide a tender heart and a plotting mind behind a deceptively youthful face. Oleander is the ruler their kingdom needs, and Ezra intends to prove it.

(More to be added soon!)

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Name: Ezra Cagney

Age: eternally 22 (actually from some sort of age of arcane prevalence, so who knows what his age is!)

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Gay

Race: Tiefling (formerly human)

Appearance: fluffy red/ginger hair, hazel/yellow eyes, freckles, pretty face, slim build, dark red horns and tail hidden by a glamour.

Voice: light low tenor, has gotten good at mimicking a Texan accent; he could be mistaken for a native if not for the slight Irish lilt that comes out every so often. Most people just assume that the Texan accent is his natural one, and that the Irish one is just the nervous tick of a theater kid. He has a fair singing voice, though he usually only shows it off after a few drinks at karaoke night. His go-to songs are usually either punk rock or southern rock, occasionally classic rock, folk, or country.

FC: Trevor Stines

Personality: Charming, sweet, lonely, helpful, peacekeeper, honestly trying his best, seems shady at first but he’s really not, anxious and hiding it, seems confident but is actually awkward as all heaven and hell, loves a good stupid/ironic joke, dramatic as fuck, just charismatic enough to out-talk a devil without totally losing his shit, highly intelligent and nerdy, very intuitive, a bit of a show-off.

Powers/Abilities: functional immortality, fire magic, fire resistance, glamour, expert mixologist, alchemist, potion brewer.

Flaws/Weaknesses: hubris, holy water, extreme cold, binding contracts, lavender (he’s allergic, breaks out in hives), nearsighted

Nationality: ….American (for now), Irish (originally)

Languages: Too many to count

Education: An insanely long lifetime of various studies.

Style: dapper yet casual. Usually wears a black button down shirt, red vest, and black slacks. Red tie or jeweled bolo if he’s going to a meeting or event of any kind. He often dresses up for theme nights at the tavern, though he always manages to look as classy as possible. Wears black rectangular glasses, and a silver ring in each ear.

Profession: bartender (current), alchemist (former, recently started again), wizard (former, still dabbles), co-owner of the Heavenly Fire Tavern & Grill.

Family: long gone, unless found family counts

Backstory: Ezra has been in Morningstar for at least a couple of decades, probably closer to three. It’s both a haven and a prison for him, though far more so the former. He’d spent centuries on the run, doing whatever good deeds he could along the way, but when he finally found a small town that seemed to be just as weird as he was, he jumped at the chance to settle down for a while. It wasn’t easy. Between the prickly locals and the deal that he’d made for immortality, which he was nearly in breach of, Ezra quickly became overwhelmed. He bounced back, though, opening a tavern with the help of a friendly local mechanic through which he could continue his eternity of servitude in peace. Until, of course, he figured out that he could no longer leave Morningstar. The contract between him and the mechanic had accidentally bound him to remain in town for as long as it remained in effect, and while that did have its drawbacks, he honestly didn’t mind. The devil he’d (mostly) outsmarted so long ago could hardly reach him, and he had a safe place to call home where no one minded the fact that he never aged. Things were great! Aside from the local Chamber of Commerce being mostly full of catty and conniving assholes, Ezra could finally take it easy. Twenty years of peace. Twenty years of finally feeling like he could belong, of having a friend who felt more like a brother, and of prospering like he never had before.

When the old mechanic died, it shattered Ezra to his core. He didn’t open up the tavern for nearly a week, and only left his home to attend the funeral, where he met the mechanic’s grandson, Oleander, formally for the first time. He put on a brave face, much like the one the boy and his widowed grandmother wore, kept his introductions brief, and paid his respects. After the funeral, Ezra’s life became a little more bearable; he reopened the tavern and went about his days as he usually would, though he dreaded the next CoC meeting. It would be quite lonely and anxiety inducing to try and keep the peace on his own. When it finally rolled around Ez was a nervous wreck, but he was pleasantly shocked to see that Ollie had showed up in his grandfather’s stead.

Good.

They needed to talk if Oleander had truly inherited both family businesses, and the meeting would be a good icebreaker. He hoped. Ezra was quick to lay on the charm, introducing Ollie to the other members and trying his best to keep the wolves at bay. Despite his efforts, Ollie remained leery of him and the rest of the Chamber. It took longer than he’d hoped to earn just a little bit of the boy’s trust, even that was only gained because Ezra became a target for attempted murder and came to Ollie for help. He would never forget the look on the boy’s face upon seeing the fresh holy water burns, or the conversation they had as Grandma Rose patched him up.

Their friendship was soon forged in chaos and mutual aid, as they came together to root out and defeat the so-called monster hunters, and solidified when Ollie agreed to renew his grandfather’s contract for co-ownership of the tavern. It wasn’t long before the pair became well known for their arcane prowess. Townsfolk began coming to them for spells and potions, wards and talismans. It was practically something out of a fantasy novel, as if Ezra’s life hadn’t reflected one before.

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