<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ezra.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>7:00 A.M -> 8:00 A.M.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing:  This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Even though Ezra's alarm clock went off an hour earlier than most of his brothers and sisters, it was still equally annoying for him. It was not the concept of waking up early that bothered him, it was the specific buzzing of the cheap, old fashioned clock set up at his beside. He wasn't much for the technological side of this world, and as such he did not care for the alarm clock on his phone. It was a flip phone, anyway, possible the last one in existence, and its alarm clock was not sufficient to raise the man from his sleep. Nevertheless, the muscled man rose from his bed and his feet hit the ground with a big thump. He glanced around a moment, forcing himself out of the morning daze. Being the head Councillor of a cabin came with very little advantages, but one of the few was a small room to yourself on the second floor. It was a fortunate thing, as most of his brothers snored and he probably couldn't take the noise of the collective nightly snorts every evening.<br/><br/>Quickly he made his way to the bathrooms, snagging his towel and armor along the way before setting them aside and turning on the cold water. Nothing was more refreshing in the morning, and as he stepped beneath the gush of artificial rain, he let it sweep away any remnants of the monster that is sleep and its hold on a man. His body was constantly bruised and scarred, a testament to his father's name. Always fighting, always training, always the victor. He knew that Ares was very selective, and that his seed was rather bountiful. It's why he had so many siblings. Yet, he had managed to stand out in his father's eyes, even getting granted a rather unique ability of his own  akin to Percy's control over water, or the lightning capabilities of Zeus' children.<br/><br/>Once finished, he turned off the water and headed off to gather his clothes. He packed his armor into a bag and placed it in his locker, saving it for when it came time to train, and threw on a light, striped tank-top and a pair of Khaki shorts. This summer had been one of the most brutal, and the only ones who loved it were the children of Apollo. For all others, though, it was a constant struggle with the heat. He locked his things away before heading back, flipping up his phone to look at the time and it was exactly four minutes to eight. He passed by a few cabins and early risers on his way, stopping to greet some of them.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Ezra!"</strong>He heard a shout from behind him, before he turned around only to see Bobby Krul, a Dutch kid who had only been here a few months. Ever since he'd arrived, he always followed Ezra around like a puppy. It was widely suspected that he was a son of Ares, as-well, though their father never claimed him and as such he was stuck in the Hermes cabin. Nevertheless, Ezra took pity on him. He didn't stop to talk to him though, only taking once glance at the boy and maintaining his advance forward.<strong>"Your shirt is inside out, it's not uniform, and you're going to be late for your morning call-up. Get your shit together Bobby."</strong>He spoke as he walked away, and that was about as much affection as a guy could get out of Ezra.  He might have entertained him another time, but now he had a devastating task.<br/><br/>Face to face with more than a few sleeping kids, Ezra stood at the door of the cabin and watched them all in sweet, sweet sleep. How cute. He grabbed a large spear used as a decorative item by the door, ane began harshly slamming the blunt end of it down on the ground. The loud thumps were enough to scare a few sleepers shitless, but his voice would soon join in to rain down the noise.<strong>"Alright, up you go! It's morning you pups. If I don't see everyone in uniform and ready to go in the next five minutes, I will kick your collective asses out of the beds myself."</strong>Naturally, the campers tried to scurry and get out of their beds as soon as they could. No one took Ezra's claims as a joke anymore, not after he -actually- ended up beating the lazier kids out of bed his first few nights as Councillor.<br/><br/>Ezra sighed and continued to bang his spear on the ground, the noise would edge on the stragglers as he made his way to a familiar bed at the other end of the cabin. Stopping by Zahara's spot, he was curious to see if she was still there, or if she had woken up and beaten him to breakfast.