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Eric Zarzuela

Ever tried, ever failed? No matter! Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

0 · 249 views · located in New Cairo, Egypt

a character in “Quintessence”, as played by Alle9009

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Eric is a pretty grouchy young man who's hard working and disciplined, and prefers to do things now rather than later. While he seems calm and serious at first, Eric is in fact a very emotional young man, who keeps control of his emotions with both hands and rock hard determination. As a result, this tends to erupt in bursts of intensity that makes him seem both hotblooded and scary, the way a thermometer goes from zero to hundred in no time flat and back to zero again. Although he is quick to lose his temper, he's quick to regain it again, and is more often irritated than he is truly angry, and most of the time the irritation is a coverup for other emotions, like worry or embarrassment.

Eric is very hard to manipulate, although he has to realise it first. Likewise, its rather hard to make him bend to your will if he doesn't want to - he's too determined and stubborn for that. For example, try making him lose his temper - once he realises what you're doing he'll do his best to stay even tempered just to spite you. Another thing is that he's rather ridiculously nice - he might grumble, but he'll always extend a helping hand and go where his friends want him to go. He cares so much that he's quite annoyed about it himself, since it makes him do things he'd rather not do. He does have his limits, but it takes a lot for him to give up on you and is able to feel bad really easily. So, while he might not be manipulatable in most ways, he can be manipulated if you know how to get through to him.

Just because he's nice doesn't mean he's soft, however. Eric doesn't believe in mollycoddling people, and so he tends to tell people what he thinks, sometimes almost brutally. If it sucks, it sucks. However, he'll also give pointers on how to improve. He also believes in justice and righteousness and will often do the right thing without thinking, which is partially why he rarely lies. His belief in doing the right thing is so strong that forcing him to steal would send him into a BSOD for a few hours due to the guilt.

Eric is also rather domesticated, in that he nags like a mother and cooks like one. But overall, he's just a nice guy who hides it under a layer of grumpiness who has a strong moral compass and a quick temper, who's rather awkward around people.

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Eric has the power to control blood. However, as it is mainly prohibited to control blood, Eric controls water instead. He uses it as he pleases, oftentimes to save the waterbill by bathing in a bubble of water or to make icecubes. He does, however, have a lot of knowledge on what blood is, although he has yet to test out his powers on other people.

Eric does not fight to kill. He fights to restrain or knock out. He does so by using the water as an interchangeable weapon - freeze their hands together, make weapons out of ice that can always change form, waterwhip etc. He can also increase the density of ice by packing as much water molecules in as possible, increasing the durability and strength of the ice weapon. In battle, he is weak and inexperienced, but he adapts well and is very thoughtful on what he can do with his powers. He is, in a sense, balanced - the only thing he has that is specifically above average is his brains, which he is quick to use for strategy.

However, even if Eric doesn't bend the blood of others, that doesn't mean he doesn't use the full aspect of hemomancy. He doesn't plan on dying, for one thing. Instead of bending others blood, he bends his own blood instead - and uses his abilities to allow for specific effects. He can heal himself, yes, and he can make it so that he is significantly less fatigue than the others by increasing the oxygen carrying capacity of blood. He can also make it so that he can never bleed out nor die from blood loss, thanks to multiplying his blood cells. He can also change his blood type. While this does nothing for strength, it means that his stamina is near infinite. He learnt it from his brother, who taught him in secret before he disappeared. Eric has yet to learn his full potential, but he has time to learn.


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Eric is of average size, although a little small for his age. Standing tall at 164cm, Eric might be short and wiry, but makes up for it with solid muscles and a large presence that often makes him seem a few inches taller than he actually is. He has shoulderlength wavy brown hair that he keeps tied in a small ponytail and wide attractive green eyes, and he is cute, in a frowning kind of way. He has thick eyebrows and his front teeth are a bit crooked, but his skin is smooth and tanned and Eric is overall someone who looks passably attractive, even if his eyebrows tend to be furrowed in a serious way. While a frown does suit his face, a smile makes him look a lot more attractive. Unfortunately Eric looks like a killer considering murder via icepick when he actually does try to force a smile on his face, which is why he avoids any attempt to force him to smile, but a genuine expression works wonders, however.

His shoulder has a burn scar, and near his right lower abdomen are a series of scars that have turned silver with edge.

Eric likes to wear hoodies, jeans, anything that is comfortable and looks cool. He has a preference for green, and tends to wear dark brown boots with thick soles that look like they could moor a boat.

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Eric and his older brother Aaron was raised by a policewoman and a cafeowner who fell in love after she stopped a hostage situation inside the cafe. The four lived a very happy life, especially considering that the cafe was also part bar, called the Zen Den. Fortunately It turned into a cop bar almost immediately after they got married, so the Zarzuela's didn't really have much trouble in that area apart from the occasional suicidal thief who thought robbing a cafe filled with a bunch of cops on their downtime was a good idea.

So, you'd think Eric and Aaron lead a pretty happy life, right? Well, yeah... mostly. Eric was a nice kid, but his brash and outspoken ways did not sit well with the other kids, especially when he got carried away with trying to win everything. His hot temper didn't help too, along with his tendencies to beat bullies up. So while he did have friends, he also had enemies, which as a kid meant he had a pretty bad social standing. He grew closer to his brother as a result, since he had few friends.

Things finally got to a head when he picked on someone larger than him. They ganged up on Eric, and the whole incident blew out of proportion, finally ending with a month of detention for everybody along with a very long scolding from the principal. And that was how Eric learnt diplomacy.

Of course, all good things come to an end. Which is a somewhat understated way to explain what happened next.

Eric's mom was in charge of protecting a facility. A magical facility... that was on the Red Triad's list for destruction. The battle was long and hard, people falling on both sides. A few good people were taken out that day, along with even more bad ones and a few pillars. The police fought hard, but in the end they failed to prevent the facility from being destroyed, or Eric's mom from being struck in a coma for her efforts.

A few days later, Eric's brother Aaron disappeared. A few weeks later, Zen Den was firebombed by a brunette wearing a bandana accompanied with a whitehaired woman. Damages were limited thanks to the police drinking there reacting quickly, but a few were injured. His dad had his legs broken, and the bar Zen Den... was no longer available.

Aaron had brown hair. He also wore a bandana. Didn't take Eric long to put things together and realise that his brother had burnt down their home.

Why did he burn down the house? What the hell was going on? Determined to find out (and punch his brother in the face for causing them so much worry), Eric is now dedicated to finding any leads he could to get to his brother, hoping to knock some sense into him and drag him home.

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xStudent, part-time chef
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[Eric Zarzuela by Alle9009]
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Eric Zarzuela's Story

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        New Cairo's city was almost as diverse as its population, boasting a number of different locations and districts, all home to different types of people. A cacophony of voices echoed through out the Red Sand as fans watched their favorite sports teams battle it out in the stadiums, none of them ever becoming too unruly with the ever watchful eye of the Raptora staring at them. When such one of these fans dared so, they were almost immediately rounded up and taken to one of the smaller facilities, some even grateful that they'd never be stuck in one of the cells in Ivaldi.

        It was a place where reality seemed to bend and warp given the unnatural silence of the building, and if put in there for so long it wouldn't be a surprise for them to come out missing a few screws in their head.

        Although seemingly ancient to most citizens, the Old Market held a lot of history in it, history that shouldn't be waved away by a hand and forgotten. A casual stroll through the market stalls could lead to seeing many old relics of the past, some which the older citizens will fondly remember, but others may see them as collectables, or even worthless. Though none can deny that there is a certain piece about the area.

        With the abscence of city lights, noise and the more advanced technology, you're simply left with you're own thoughts and the presence of those around you. And while technology is beneficial in many ways, taking the time to have a honest conversation with another human can have its perks as well. Nethmar University's halls were filled with its all mage student body, the only real quiet locations in the school being the occasional classroom and the many libraries. If you happened to pass one particular room you might have even seen a myriad of mages practicing their branches of magic.

        The Pulse District was as lively as it always was, despite the occasional fight that broke out in bars, and sometimes spilled into the streets. But under all of everyone's drunken, carefree attitudes was dormant anxiety. The Red Triad has been particularly incessant on attacking the Pulse District, and in the darkest hours of the night, you can often see members of them openly recruiting people.

        While there are some that will openly mock them and all other mage supremacists, others are more hesitant to speak of them. Though there isn't any doubting that the Red Triad is in the corner of every New Cairo citizen's mind, everyone is waiting to see what they do next, especially the Raptora.

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Ah, the old market. It was filled with people bustling about their daily activities, and Eric was one of them. Dressed in simple clothes - jeans, trainers, a red shirt and a black jacket tied around his waist, Eric looked just like a young university student out for a stroll in the hopes for something to eat - which was exactly what he was doing.

The young Hispanic had been accepted into Nethmar university, a university purely for mages to learn how to refine and control their craft. It was a dream place for young mages to go, and so naturally Eric had been ecstatic when Aaron had been accepted into the university the year before. They had jumped around and celebrated, and even if Eric denied it to his dying day their mom still liked to complain how high Eric's voice had went and had pictures of Eric and the normally taciturn Aaron doing a one armed hug with beaming grins on their faces as Aaron held the acceptance letter up proudly in between them for the photo.

That had been before Aaron had disappeared and everything went to shit, of course.

Of course, Eric had still completed his registration in the university. He hadn't really wanted to - university costed money they couldn't exactly afford at the moment, and who would help to take care of dad and mom? But Eric's father had insisted that they'd be ok and had revealed a secret stash that they had planned to use for their children's college funds - when did they even have the time to do that?! - and after much argument and needling, Eric was now in the university, doing goodness knows what and having only a basic grasp of the current language.

Still didn't mean he wasn't going to take jobs and student loans though. Even if they could (barely) afford it, every bit more that went to the medical fund helped.

Plus, there was another, more secret reason Eric had chosen to accept entry into the university. Aaron had been there before he disappeared. It was probably too late, but Eric couldn't help but hope that there was a link he could find to help him make sense of this whole mess and what had happened in between classes.

Of course, even if there's no new information it's still a start somewhere, at least.

Hmm. Pausing in front of a cart, Eric examined the food. It was a sandwich cart, decorated in tasteful colors with the menu displayed on the front in curly letters. The girl manning the store looked up hopefully, a big business-like beam on her face.

"Sir, would you like a delicious? We have many varieties on sale, hot and freshly made! Add only a dollar for a lemonade combo!"

"Er." Eric paused, glancing through the menu. Hmm, he wasn't really in the mood for something complex right now. "A grilled cheese ham sandwich, please," he asked, pulling out his wallet for cash to pay. Said wallet was decorated with a group picture of the main characters of an anime and was attached to his jeans loop with a tough chain. "Combo set."

"Grilled cheese ham combo coming right up!" The girl sang, moving quickly. Within minutes, Eric's order was completed and the transaction was completed, and Eric took a bite as he began to wander, idly taking note of someone playing 'Photographer' on bass before heading off elsewhere, munching on his meal.

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Losing to someone as pretentious as Azzo wasn’t the most pleasant experience. The walk to the cafΓ© was filled with constant bragging and remarks. When passing a simple flower, the air is filled with β€œAh, this rose reminds me of my perfect victory.” For someone also filled with pride, it was unbearable, especially if Azzo barely won.

The chiming of a bell signaled their entry as Azzo held the door open for Irene. They couldn’t stay and enjoy using their money for long, as they did have to account for being arrested. This specific cafΓ© seemed to be quite popular, Hanna, was it? The food must've taken some time to be cooked, but it was a good choice for not getting recognized. After ordering their items of a coffee and croissant for Azzo and a sandwich for Irene, they both took time in the bathroom to wait.

They always brought a change of clothing and when their jobsare finished, they put on their specific masks. It only made sense for Azzo to take longer as a director must look the best for his performance. When Irene finished, she decided to collect the final dollars that would give her the victory. She was promptly on the chase, giving Azzo the honor of fetching their food for them.

It took a while to find a perfect target, she didn’t know the locations of anyone’s valuables. After a long few minutes of searching, she finally found a man with a chain sticking out of his pocket. Obviously that couldn’t just be an inferior fashion statement, so she tailed the man. Once close, she inserted some of her hair into the connecting links before both people were put to a grinding stop. β€œOw, Ow, Ow.” Irene would groan in pain.

"Uh." The man came to an immediate stop, looking down at her with a confused expression. He looked younger than she thought - more boy than man, around highschool age. Said confused expression immediately turned into a bewildered and worried expression when he noticed that her hair had caught on the chain. "Oh my god," he blurted out, eyes wide, immediately unclipping the chain from his jeans. Pulling out his wallet and holding both it and the chain tightly in his hands, he brought it up to head height so that Irene no longer had to lean downwards. "Crap lady, I'm so sorry, are you ok?!"

They both fiddled with the chain with no success. After a few minutes, Irene would put her plan in motion. "Why don't we go somewhere that's not in someone's way?" Irene asked, leading the man over to an alley with her hair as a leash.

"Yeah, sure." The boy followed her obediently, like a lamb lead to slaughter. His brows creased as he continued to fiddle with the chain. "How'd this even happen anyway?" He asked her, thin fingers delicately pulling strands of hair out of the chain links. He frowned, focused on his task as he continued to mutter to himself. "It was in my backpocket how'd it even happen..."

As soon as her hair was free, she took the wallet and shoved through the man, shouting a mocking, "Thank you for the meal." Before taking off.

She would only have a few seconds headstart.

"Wha- OI!" The boy chased after her almost instantly, a scowl on his face. He got over the startlement faster than most people did. "GIMME BACK MY WALLET THIEF!" He yelled, legs pumping as he charged after her with all the finesse of a rampaging athlete.

Sliding through a bystander's legs and making the nearest exit towards a large crowd. Irene had confidence that she would lose him. She made a break towards the nearest alley

No matter where she ran, how many obstacles she placed in front of him, he didn't lose track of her. Everytime she looked back she would see the brown-haired boy, green eyes glaring holes into her back as he chased after her with the determination and accuracy of a homing missile. And no matter what she did, she couldn't lose him, and the distance between the two grew closer and closer.

It was honestly terrifying. Irene would look back, eyes focused on the man in question. She didn't get it, Every step she took; she couldn’t shake him. Irene was sure she would be leading him to a dead end and into crowds, but somehow he would always be a few steps behind her. She would look right into the man’s eyes, and honestly be a bit creeped out as a result. She was only focused on getting away. β€œHe’ll give up, eventually.” Irene stated,vaulting up a fence.

Unbeknownst to Irene, the boy's eyebrows creased together in a look of concentration as he sprinted after her, dodging and weaving between the few people present. In front of her, a large puddle (courtesy of a Mr Silverberg, who had dropped a barrel of water meant for cooling and spilt half of it onto the street) too wide to jump over and too large to swerve around gained an extra gleam.

Underneath the puddle grew a sheen of clear ice, slippery to step on and near impossible to see.

"Kyaaa!" Irene would let out a squeak before tumbling down. Irene falling seemed to be unlikely, but it happened, no matter the odds. Irene rubbed her head, groaning in pain.

"Haa!" The boy tackled her before she could get up, one knee digging into the small of her back and gripping her wrist as he tried to wrench his wallet out of her grasp. Irene always was one to play dirty. As soon as the man was on her, she yelled for help. "Pervert! Someone help!" A large crowd gathered as a result.

"Wha -" The boy's eyes widened, then narrowed. "Like I'd be attracted to a thieving bitch like you! You stole my wallet!" The boy yelled, resting more of his weight on her as he pried her fingers off the wallet. One, two, three, four, and he held his wallet triumphantly in one hand while using the other to wrestle her wrist down against her back, like a cop arrest. "Plus, if I was a perv, I'd be straddling you from the front instead of kneeling on your back," He added at a more normal volume, frowning down at her, tightening his grip on her wrist. With his free hand, he flipped open his wallet and checked its contents.

Everything seemed to be in order. The boy's student ID - Eric Zarzuela, university - and other cards gleamed at him, and his cash was all acounted for. Eric sighed in relief.

The crowd seemed to be in favor of Irene. The man's reasoning fell to deaf ears. The group surronded forming some sort of huddle with the man as the target. Before the crowd helped the wrong side, a man dressed in a trench coat stepped inside. β€œAnd that concludes are marvelous performance, please make the nearest exit to the right please.” Azzo announced. The crowd, now knowing that it all was a trick quickly dispersed, leaving the group of 3. β€œWould you step off my subordinate?” Azzo asked the man, straightening his coat after his query.

The man hesitated, as if he wanted to refuse, but after a few seconds he sighed and stood up, getting off Irene's back. Glaring warily at the two, he clipped his wallet back onto the chain and slipped it back into his pocket, obviously geared for a fight. Irene quickly got up, hiding behind Azzo. "He touched me." Irene complained.

"To get my wallet." The boy rolled his eyes at her, disdain and anger clear on his face. It was clear he was really pissed off at her calling him a pervert. "I didn't touch your front, only your back and your wrist. Like I'd molest a girl so easily." He scowled, wrinkling his nose at her. "Though if it'd been the other way round you'd probably have coped a feel, considering how easily your mind headed in that direction."

Irene wasn't one to listen to logic. Anything that was said to her, especially in a stern voice came out the other ear. To fit this rather lengthy response the man gave her, "Look Azzo, he's trying to explain his sexual fantasies. He wants to be a female." Irene would state. Azzo would shake his head. "I do apologize for this little act of thievery."

"Like how you want to be a male?" The man snorted , full of disdain. "And there's no need for you to apologise, since she was the one who stole it." he directed at Azzo, scowling. After they got their breath back, he asked a rather weird question. ""Why steal?"

It seemed a mocking, ridiculous question, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that made the question ring true. "You don't seem to be in dire straights, and I know that there're jobs avialable here. Why steal?"

Azzo pushed Irene from behind him. "I believe she is more fit to answer this question than I." Irene looked nervous, almost as she was pushed on stage by the director. "Stealing is the only thing I'm good at, the only thing I can brag about, there really isn't much a fragile girl such as myself can do besides it." Her usual childish tone suddenly vanished, like a magician's trick. After her statement, she hid behind Azzo once again. Azzo sighed, "Would you like us to treat you to something or do we have a disjointed sense of trust?" He would ask.

The man looked as if he didn't believe them. In fact, he looked as if he wanted to call bullshit. But then his stomach growled. A hint of red dusted his cheeks and he scowled at them in what seemed like embarrassment before sighing, tension seeping out of his shoulders. "Well, food would help, I guess." He admitted gruffly, reaching a hand up to the back of his head. "And there's something I want to ask you guys too, so we can discuss that over food. But if you try stealing from me again..." He looked at them both, gaze even. "I'm calling the police."

The hard look in his eye indicated that he would do his best to hold them down while waiting for the police to come.

Azzo’s stern look would eventually meld into a slight grin. Azzo would reassure the man. β€œDon’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her. She will also be cleaning up this little mess starting with paying the bill.” Irene would start to whine, but Azzo quickly shut her up with one look. Eventually,Irene complied, β€œFine, but I’ll be choosing the cafΓ©. Hanna, it is!” She would run ahead, clearly wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. As Irene ran ahead, Azzo put his arm around the man’s neck. β€œWould you do me a favor? Please refrain from using your magic in front of Irene.” With that, the man walked ahead.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't say a word. His eyes narrowed at Irene's direction, and Azzo could see the thoughts mull in his mind as the man followed them, hands in his pockets. "Alright," He said quietly. It seemed that he had came to his own conclusions about why not. "But only if you tell me how you guessed that."

"I have my ways, just as a magician can't reveal his secrets. A director can't reveal his script." Azzo responded.

The man clearly wanted to continue asking, but he didn't. For a while, there was silence between them, the man easily keeping up pace with Azzo despite the long run from earlier, hands tucked inside his pockets. Then the boy cleared his throat. "Thanks, by the way." he said gruffly. "For clearing the mob before things escalated. I saw the look in their eye - true or not, they were gonna beat me up because they believed her. Talk about gender discrimination." He chuckled darkly, the sound low and wry in his throat. "Most people would have waited before extracting their friend or partner from the situation, but you cleared the mob instead. So thanks for that."

Azzo would smirk. "Every audience, every stage and every theatre can't be left waiting. There seemed to be a large group so I just decided to make an appearance. Directors such as myself shouldn't be stuck playing backstage. There really is no need to thank me, I did what was natural for myself, regardless of the situation."

"Oh. But still." The man shot a serious look at Azzo, and there was sincerity in his eyes. "Thanks anyway."