once the red-robin-hood of his town, ezran was considered a prince amongst the unfortunate. a believer of the widely-agreed sentiment at the time; “eat the rich.”
ezran had been conceived into a miniscule family, with merely his mother and sister there to take care of the wee lad. due to his father being absent, and his sister covertly studying to become a nurse amongst the young and sick in their village, ezran's mother was the primary bread-winner of the household.
either she'd do chores for the townfolk, or she'd have to steal from the fortnightly market. as soon as ezran became a grown boy and the ripe age of twelve, however, he set out to work; no longer could he watch his family struggle… so, the boy went out to work.
things • my • heart
ezran was a child of the coal-mines. his palms lined with calluses and his once fair face dark with soot and dirt.
the boy worked and worked, making just enough money that he and his mother could keep themselves and his sister afloat. eventually, war struck, and his sister, elizabeth, was sent away to aid injured soldiers. at fourteen years old, it was only ezran and his mother who took up the space in the house, until their town was attacked.
fortunately, their native soldiers managed to stamp out the intruders quickly, but from that day on, they had some… new visitors. many men and women alike were killed in the fight, meaning that ezran and his mother found themselves taking care of the resulting orphans.