Name: Ezra Kim // Kim Minhyung

Age: 19

Date of Birth: September 13th, 2001

Height: 186 cm // 6'1

Weight: 65kg // 143lbs

Birthplace: Cleveland, Ohio

Hometown: Cleveland, Ohio

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Korean

Species: Werewolf

Ability: -- 

Status: Omega 

Personality: At a first glance, Ezra seems closed off and unapproachable; his resting face and height giving off a sense of arrogance. In actuality, he is really kind and lovable. He can be quite nonchalant, choosing to not deal with things until it's too late and he is really naive. His naiveness has yet to really work in his favor but he hates seeing the worst in people. He's not the type to hold grudges, knowing that most people grow with time but he's definitely not gonna let you hurt him twice.

Background [TW: Homophobia, SA, Teen pregnancy}: Ezra grew up in an extremely religious family in the middle of Cleveland, Ohio. Growing up, he never thought much of church, just seeing it as something his parents enjoyed and found solace in. He of course couldn't do certain things with his parents being devout presbyterians but he couldn't really miss what he never had.

Before he presented as an omega, he was allowed to at least spend time with his friends out of his parents' watch but once he presented, he was cut off from the outside world. Ezra was only let out for school and church. Once again, he tried to brush it off his shoulder but too many days he found himself looking up the window of their condo, watching other kids his age live their lives.

He started finding ways to sneak out, sliding out his window the second his parents turned in for the night. Ezra tried to live as much as he could during school hours and during the 3 hours he snuck out at night.

It was at the start of his 2nd year of high school that he developed his 1st crush. He first met Josiah in their chemistry class and thought that it was just puppy love, with Josiah being one of the first people that didn't judge him for his parents but it was more than a nice smile and initial kindness that attracted him to Josiah. He was nice to everyone, a literal walking angel. He didn't care where you came from or what you look like, Josiah treated everyone the same. Standing at 6'4 with dark skin, he was goofy, talkative, and had the ability to make you feel like you were the only one in the room. For Ezra, Josiah was everything that he could have ever wanted; it took everything out of him to work up the courage to confess how he felt. Ezra was elated when his feelings were returned, the two happily going public with their relationship but being careful to hide from Ezra's parents.

They were able to pull it off for 6 months before getting too comfortable; after school, Ezra and Josiah would often retreat to the side of the building, under the cover of the trees, to do homework and just be able to be in each other's company with no disruptions.

It was a normal day for them but their homework was discarded, the two making out with no care. Neither of them heard Ezra's dad pull up, both jumping when Ezra's name was called.

Ezra was quick to pack up his things, urging Josiah to go straight home, to not look his father's way. Knowing how bad his parents were, Josiah didn't argue with him.

The ride home was silent and he was nervous the whole way, scared of what was waiting for him once he got home.

The evening went on quietly, Ezra doing everything his mother had asked of him but his father hadn't spoken a word.

When his parents went to bed that night, he stuck to his routine, feeling it would be one of the last nights he would be sneaking out his window.

He took the first bus to Josiah's house, returning an hour later, not knowing that he was being watched the whole time.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully, both his parents ignoring his presence. It would be a lie if he said he was a surprised; growing up he was force-fed homophobic rhetoric every Sunday and during every Bible study. To top it off, his parents tried to teach him their racist beliefs but he learned from a young age to pick sense from nonsense and he wasn't going to let their poor choices influence him.

Early Saturday morning, he came downstairs to find his parents and pastor sitting at the table waiting for him. He didn't want to give either man a chance to speak, turning on his heels to go back to his room and out the window but his father was faster than him, both he and the pastor grabbing Ezra, dragging him to the van that waited for them.

He knew his parents were upset but he would have never thought they would have sent him to a conversion camp.

As he arrived, he was thrown into a windowless shed, told that he needed to ask for forgiveness before they could start "treatment". They left him with no food or water and all he could pray for was for someone to come and save him.

Two days passed before they came for him but he was then subjected to constant preachings that he was going to hell and that he was no better than murderers and child molesters but it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. He was able to block it out, to the pastor and counselor's dismay.

They then escalated to isolation and beatings; he would spend 20 hours alone and the remaining 4, he would have bible verses yelled at him and if they didn't get a response out of him, the whip would come out.

For those 2 weeks of isolation, he doesn't know how many hours he spent laying on the floor, picking at the dried blood.

Ezra knew that if he just compiled to their expectations, he would probably get to go home but what did compliance look like here? Wasn't it just self-hatred? To just accept the teachings of backwards people who probably didn't love themselves enough to truly understand their own religion and that God would never want a person to be treated like this?

For a second, he considered doing just that but it felt like he would only continue the belief that he and the others trapped there were broken and he knew for a fact that he wasn't broken.

He had been at the camp for a little over a month when they had finally concluded that Ezra's conversion was taking so long because he had "too strong of a connection with the devil," that he had lived his life as a homosexual for too long; it was clear that they had forgotten that he was still a child and were too focused on using him as an example.

They were able to get permission from his parents with ease, pushing that it was needed to save their son's soul.

Ezra was used to waking up alone at this point but when he woke to 7 female counselors standing over him, it was anything but comforting. All stood stark naked, holding rosaries and bottles of holy water. He could tell from the second he woke up that 4 of them were alphas and immediately, his hopes of getting out of this disappeared.

The oldest woman sat beside him, Ezra immediately curling away from her as she reached out to touch his hair.

"It's time for the final step." she brushed his hair out of his face before stepping away. The other women were quick to grab at him, stripping him of the camp's white uniform and bathing him in the holy water before binding his hands to the headboard. They prayed as they wiped him down, one forcing him to drink the water at one point, causing him to choke and immediately coughing it back up. They continued to get louder as they defiled him, his own cries drowned out by their pleas for his immortal soul. It was two days before the head pastor came.

"Did you enjoy yourself, my son?" Ezra didn't hesitate before croaking out a 'yes.'

Everyone around him rejoiced, thanking God for "delivering" him. When they finally left, he was sick to his stomach. He needed to get out of there.

Now that he was able to walk around the camp freely, Ezra hoped that this meant he could go home but he was told that they weren't ready to let him go yet. Since he had been such a difficult case, they wanted to make sure that he was completely cured before releasing him. He knew what they meant and there was no way in hell that he was going through that again. He was leaving that night and no one was going to stop him.

That night, he snuck into the pastor's cabin and grabbed a set of van keys. He was thankfully able to reach a van without being seen but hearing the engine turn over, counselors were running to block the camp's entrance. They thought that this would be enough to keep him but they soon realized that Ezra had no plan on stopping, seeing them as nothing more than speed bumps.

It took him three hours to get back to Cleveland and the sun was coming over the horizon. At this point, he didn't know where to go. If he went home, there was a chance he would be sent back. If he went to the police, they probably wouldn't believe him and if they did, he wouldn't be able to handle the constant questioning. He never decided to go to Josiah's house but all he knew is that he needed a phone and comfort.

When Josiah's mother answered the door, she was shocked to see the boy, knowing that he was missing for over a month. She called Josiah down from his room as she ushered Ezra in. Josiah stood like a deer in headlights seeing Ezra, grabbing the boy into a hug.

"What happened to you? What are you wearing?" Ezra kept his answer short, not wanting to burden them with what he had endured.

Josiah's mother was disgusted at the thought of him being sent to the conversion camp and was happy that he was able to escape but she questioned what his next steps were going to be. None liked the idea of him going back to his parents but that only left his family that lived in Korea. It was a depressing option but it seemed better than staying in Ohio.

He called his aunt he was closest to, Bohyung, and she wasted no time getting to him. Arriving in Ohio 2 days later. She thanked Josiah's family for letting her nephew stay with them but was focused solely on letting her sister and brother-in-law know how she felt. It was a tearful goodbye for Ezra and Josiah but they had come to terms with Ezra's departure, promising each other that they would see each other again.

When Bohyung and Ezra returned to his former home, his parents were working on the garden; typical for a Saturday morning. His mother looked as if she had seen a ghost when the two stepped out of the car. His father was more dismayed, hoping that the boy had found his way back to the camp.

Ezra had never heard Bohyung swear the way she had while he packed. By the time he had his passport, his father had gone red in the face, shaking with anger. No one ever spoke to his father the way Bohyung had but it brought joy to Ezra. It was what he deserved.

Moving with his aunt was almost the easiest transition he's had since moving to high school. Since it was short notice, it would be some time before he could start school but he was okay with that since it gave him more time to recover from the camp.

Barely a month had passed before he started getting sick. Everything was making him nauseous and he was constantly light headed. He tried to excuse it to his body getting used to eating more again but Bohyung didn't believe it. Having 2 kids of her own, she recognized the signs and took Ezra to a doctor as soon as she could.

Finding out Ezra was pregnant was more stress than the family needed. Bohyung questioned if the child belonged to Josiah but Ezra knew that it didn't. As much as the two clung to each other, the two never had sex. The child could only belong to one of the counselors and he had no choice but to tell Bohyung about what happened in the days before he was able to escape his prison.

Bohyung and her husband decided it was best that Ezra remained hidden throughout his pregnancy and he was more than grateful. He was still a few months away from his 16th birthday and did not want to deal with people judging him.

His pregnancy went as easy as it could for someone his age but his aunt, uncle, and cousins were great at treating him as if he had always been there.

Minah was born in late January of 2017 and to his surprise, his mother flew out to meet her granddaughter.

Something had changed in Ayeong in the time that Ezra was gone but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was helping him with everything that Minah needed, watched her while he slept and had just become the woman that he came to know as his mother.

Minah was 2 weeks old when Ayeong asked Ezra to come home. She apologised several times, claiming to deeply regret sending Ezra to that place and that she was educating herself so that she could be more understanding and accepting. She missed having him around and that no religion was worth losing her son.

While that all sounded nice, he wasn't going back. His mother's efforts meant a lot to him but he knew his father would never change and he refused to raise his daughter in that environment.

What he didn't expect was his mother to leave his father and move back to South Korea.

Of course his father demanded she come back but Ayeong was steady in her decision. Ezra and Minah were her only priority from that point forward and for the next few years, she and Ezra worked to repair their relationship.

Family:

Daniel Kim // Kim Daeshim | 41 | Father

Mary Kim // Kim Ayeong | 40 | Mother | Office Worker

Lee Bohyung | 38 | Aunt | Seamstress

Kim Minah | 4 | Daughter

Hobbies:

Soccer

Gaming

Exercising

Cooking

Producing

Habits:

Talking to himself

Cracking knuckles

Tapping feet

Mindless eating

Chewing his bottom lip when trying to focus

Likes:

Fall

Nike

Mint chocolate

Sunny days

Dogs

Dislikes:

His father

Silence

Math

Romance movies

Peaches

Trivia:

He speaks Korean and English

He was scouted while out to dinner with his mom

He likes spicy food

He values his alone time but doesn't like to be alone all the time

Between ice cream and cake, he'll choose ice cream

Beagles are his favorite dog breed

He likes skiing and football

He enjoys cleaning

He believes in God but is against organized religion

He doesn't know who his child's other father is and is okay with that

Though he's not one to hold grudges, he doesn't see himself reconnecting with his father

He's studying to become a producer but never really saw himself as an idol

Wants to try acting one day

Although he likes being tall, he sometimes wishes that he was shorter

He likes wearing baggy clothing because it makes him feel small

He doesn't see himself moving back to the US

He started playing the guitar when he was 10 and he was taught by his mom

He wishes he had a sibling

He really like salmon and sushi

Stage Name: Ezra

Face Claim: Sungchan

Specialty: Rap and Vocal

Instruments: guitar

Talent Rank:

Vocal: __100__/100

Dance: __78__/100

Rap: __94__/100