Ezekiel Abraham
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| Ezekiel Rafe Abraham | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Born | 16 January 1988, 30 |
| City of Birth | Hinklesprocket, England |
| Blood status | Half-blood |
| Physical Information | |
| Gender | male |
| Height | 6' 1.5" |
| Hair Colour | Dark Brown |
| Eye Colour | Brown |
| Skin Colour | Fair |
| Relationships | |
| Father | Jacob Abraham |
| Mother | Mackenize Abraham |
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| Magical Characteristics | |
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| Education | |
| School | Hogwarts |
| House | Gryffindor |
| Class of | 2006 |
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| Character Information | |
| Playby | Daniel Bamdad |
| SJ | |
Ezekiel Abraham is the second eldest in a clan of four. Stoic and at time emotionally remote, people mistake him for a humorless lackey, but as anyone will tell you still waters run deep. Under his somewhat stony exterior is the passionate heart of an artist – who just happens to like drawing on people rather than parchment, and doesn’t feel pulling pints is a waste of his life (no matter what his elder brother might try to say).
History
Born in the small wizarding community of Hinklesprocket to Mackenize and Jacob Abraham, Ezekiel is the second oldest of four. Two years later came Walter and then finally baby Brett (whom Zeke affectionately called Janie), though their small house has always been crowded and a bit loud it’s also always been full of love. Owning and operating The Hopping Pot (local favorite of Ministry workers and the average Joe alike), Jacob was a gruffly spoken boisterous father who instilled in his children a solid work ethic and a keen sense of right and wrong. Mother Mackenize was more softly spoken, generous with her time and devotion; both always encouraging their offspring to find their true passion in life and follow the path it lead.
Most of Zeke’s childhood was spent between the Hopping Pot and his mother’s sewing room. He discovered his love of art at a very early age and is hardly ever seen without a sketch pad somewhere on his person. His father taught him to love the loud din of glasses clinking and billiard balls rolling, while Mackenzie instilled a desire for zen-like-peace, keeping things tidy, and reading. They both believed in the boys looking after Brett, both because she was the smallest and also…because she was the most likely to get up to something she shouldn’t.
At the age of eleven he went off to Hogwarts, was sorted into Gryffindor and proceeded to have the worst first term imaginable. He just couldn’t get a proper grip on his wandwork. It absolutely terrible and he went home at Christmas feeling like he might as well have been a squib for all the good he was at magic! This was made more difficult by the fact that everything seemed to come so easily to his brother Jacob. It is fair to say that Zeke was not a happy boy and often plagued by self-doubt in those days. It was only after spending Christmas with their Great Aunt Hettie (a brilliant, if little known, Wandmaker) he began to understand the problem wasn’t so much lack of skill but lack of bond with his first wand. For his twelfth birthday he was gifted a brilliant Ebony wand and once back at school there was a surprising uptick in his ability, though it was gradual as he rebuilt his confidence.
He would, of course, never be as academically minded as JJ or Brett (who both wanted to be Aurors), he was far more interested in the fantastical elements of magic, in moving images and different ways which it could be used. By the time he was seventeen he had already started experimenting with tattooing and magical inks (mostly on friends who were too young to go anywhere else). By the time he sat for his N.E.W.T.s Zeke was sure his main goal in life was to create beautiful things using the human body as canvas. His own inkwork is extensive, which would have normally made finding a job difficult maybe but he was quite lucky in that Jacob Sr. was looking to spend a little more time with his beautiful wife and was more than happy to pass a little bit of responsibility onto his second eldest. After all The Hopping Pop had been family owned and operated for nearly fifty years and had been passed to Jacob when his father crossed over.
So now Zeke divides his time between the pub and his art, still looking after his little sister and trying to keep her out of trouble (despite the fact she’s an Auror trainee!). Life has become a routine of work and sleep, but you never really know who’s going to walk through the doors of the Hopping Pot, so everything could change tomorrow.
