Well well well. Guess who decided to make another "doesn't-live-up-to-people's-expectations" backstory. Name: Ezra Age: 17 Pronouns: he / they Backstory: For being a member one of the most famous demon clans, Ezra had surprisingly low control of his magic. Correction - he had low levels of magic. It was just what their parents told strangers when they asked to meet him. After all, it wasn't like there was anything to control. So, every day, they were locked up in his room to try to do anything other than the tiny sparkles his hands always emitted. Even a little kid could make particles. Even a properly-trained human kid could make particles. Ezra could definitely do better than that. He took a deep breath. He had to make anything - a ball of light, a fire, an object move. Anything other than particles. It's just like their parents told them. He could make it better. Ezra tried again.
