MYO-4743: Ezra

Ezra, is kind of a lost soul in Burrowgatory, not sure what to do with himself or where he is supposed to go in life. While he has the vague support of Severin, his somewhat roommate, he doesn't really ever seem to find a path that fits him. Always stuck standing outside looking in.

The best way to describe Ezra is an angry and hateful bun. Much rather expressing himself through his intense emotions of frustration than trying to find a solution, simply cause he doesn't believe there is one. 

Once upon a time there was a place he could consider a home, despite how dysfunctional and dangerous it was. He felt like all his flaws were viewed as positive traits, his anger praised, his frustrations dealt with. He just had to do as he was told and he would be treated good. While it was far from perfect and definitely leaning on the more questionable side, he found comfort in it. The change came the day he broke his horn, the change not something that happened by his choice, at least as far as he recall he had no doing or say in it, everything was just ripped from under him and then he was back to being lost. Nowhere to really call home. While Severin flourished and found new endeavors to support the two of them, Ezra was quickly back to his troublemaker ways, skulking around in dark alleys and picking fights with buns that try to intimidate him. 

He always felt like an outsider, like he didn't belong, like everyone else knew what they wanted to do and how they could acquire it... but not him. He grew envious as they found their passions, got praised for their hard work, while he sat back... lost. Any attempts he made to fit in was declined and he was just left alone, the build up of the frustrations lead him to grow a pair of envy horns that sprouted proudly on his head. While the vice was considered ugly, he found some pride in the way his horns crowned his head.

he is not bad, he just doesn't know how to be good. 

favorite thing to eat? Honey