CIVILIAN. WALLACE, ZEPHYR

Male

pansexual

Nineteen

december 13th, 1993

Moroccan
(Naturalized)American
Immigrated to the US at a young age

arabic and English, understanding and writing
Limited knowledge of sign language

Ze, zeze

CIVILIAN

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Spain, Hetalia Axis Powers

A busboy at local diner. He originally came to Los Angeles to pursue his dreams as becoming a published author, but while that's in the works, he works at the local diner down the street of his small, shared apartment with his obnoxious roommate, just to keep his part of the rent up.

Lower Class Citizen. Ze doubt he would even be living with a roof over his head without his roommate- practically no money in his pockets, he relies mostly on the day to day things, being pretty frugal with his money. Add also the fact, both being an immigrant and his aphonia (mutism), Ze never really had the lavish lifestyle in the states.  

Whenever he glanced in the mirror, the feature that always caught his attention first would be his green eyes- bright and expressive, they're  clear example of what the saying 'Eyes were windows to the soul' means. Dark, brown hair, curls and horribly messy, Ze will visible wince if anyone ever attempted to spiffy his untamed hair with a comb. His soft smile was a gift inherited from his mother, but the rest of his face are clear giveaway he's his father's child, much to his mother's disdain. Standing around  five foot and ten inches, Ze knows he's not the tallest guy on the block and sadly, the shots of him landing in the NBA with his height can be pretty far-fetched, but safe to say, he doesn't care too much about this. Been a while since he last checked how much he weighed but since he can still see his toys, and stomach is still pretty flat

Zephyr has always been a simple guy, living by the rule that things easily come and go; this kind lead into the lazy aspect of his personality, being a chronic procrastinator, as apparently he became a bit too laidback. He says he's like this because he likes to take things slow and rather enjoy life as it comes, since he loves the little details in life. He tries, though, to keep his head up, and often looks on the brightside of things- just sometimes, he gotta remember life can be a real pain in the rear and this doesn't mean he's a worry-free guy- with rent and the very, very slow of creating his book as few of things that stack on his shoulders that cause a little stress from time to time. He's known to have over-the-top reactions, and can't help but flush when he's embarrassed; and because of his limited to ways of communicating, don't be surprise if he touches you more often than not.  

He's known to be stubborn, a sense of pride and would hate to relying on others, which goes with how frugal he is with money- often, would attempt to fix things himself (whether he's qualified to do so or not). Some other things to know is that he easily spooked yet loves everything horror, decent cook as he relies mostly on himself to make himself foods, and has the funniest phobia of water. Books are a love of his, but he's not only limited to written literature- he's just as much of a comic book and graphic novels junkie, reading as much as he can get his hands on with his limited budget. Also, never, ever pity him over his mutism- its the one thing to get under his skin better than killer clowns or vampires.

Pre-USA. 
Born to a Moroccan woman and a British man in the coastal city of Safi, on a quiet night in December. Why he was called Zephyr? His mother, with limited English, did have a few words she adored- Zephyr was one of them, and she often described how the moment the midwife placed him into his mother arms, it was the first thing that popped into her mind and just fit. It meant breeze, and considering how pretty relaxed he was now, it was a pretty good guess of a name for him. Though his childhood in the African country now was faded, he remember distinct memories of his mother back then; how he stuck to her side most of the time, a rather clingy little monkey mother than anything and how she use to spend the evenings when she got off of work with him, both of them attempting to build a form of makeshift sign language. And how his father wasn't around. Though, he loved to think that maybe his father, probably back in the United Kingdom with some other family, didn't really know of him... but that if he did, would've returned to him and his mother in a heart beat. At least, that what he thought.


Childhood-Teenage years [USA]
Ze lived in Morocco until the age of six- that was when Zephyr's mother's sister, her aunt, offered to bring Ze to the states for help. Many won't know of this, but Ze wasn't the healthiest of children when young- at age 3, he came down with viral infection-caused Laryngitis, that was deadly for a child his age. Thankfully, though it cost his mother a fortune to paid for medical help, he made it through the ordeal with only one major step back. He developed aphonia, his voicebox being damaged and leaving with the inability to talk- it started out with his voice becoming hoarse, and hoarse until his voice completely gone absent around age five. Zephyr's mother was on wits end, trying to support him and pay for the medical bills- it was only then, his aunt came up with the idea of adopting Ze and bringing him to the US for better treatment, especially under her health care coverage. She been recently married, to a man named George James Wallace, and both were a kind couple who were in the lower-middle class; his aunt was unable to have children, so she treated Ze as her own- he took up his uncle's last name and was home-schooled most of his elementary life. Life was good- Ze still was taught how to write Arabic as well learning to adapt to his new life in the States. He didn't make much friends, him remembering mostly playing by himself opposed to running around with the screaming children. It wasn't until his Aunt felt confident with his English skills of writing, that she enrolled him into an actually school at the start of middle school. Ze's life in school became rather easy- he gotten a close group of friends, discovery the wonders of books and spent those years with his head in the clouds. Fun.

Departure. 
It around then when he became more distant with his aunt and uncle- they talked about him and what he should be, often saying: "Something smart. Bright. You're in America, the land of Opportunities- use it. Become something useful, like a surgeon or psychiatrist". Of course, he didn't appreciate this- he had his sights set on being big in the writing world. It was around senior year, his aunt and uncle decided to give him the ultimatum- either he could leave or go to college.


So Ze, leaving with his close friend from the middle school days, to Los Angeles. The land where he'd get his big break. Renting an apartment with their meager money they left with, both set off looking for work to cover their asses while they pursue their dreams- Ze's dream of becoming an author while his friend's was becoming an actor. Fingers cross for the both of them.