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Ezekial World of Warcraft's Okay-est healer.

Ezekial is a happy go lucky young World of Warcraft player, who enjoys playing on horde and alliance. His main focus at first was tanking. Desperately trying to fill the void in his heart left by others who could not tank for him outside of the game. The broken bones would mend and the cuts would heal from his never-ending battles. No matter how hard he tried he could not keep the aggro off his heart. Ezekial's was not always the Legendary Vampiric Muffin Slayer that no one knows about. He started off as we all do. An innocent little bundle of joy born in the beautiful state of South Carolina. Raised by his loving parents Ezekial started off with a normal child hood. Chasing after the ice cream truck as it drove by with its gentle music. Playing ball with the local neighborhood kids. Not a care in the world in his mind. Until a swarm of Vampiric Muffins attacked turning his world upside down. Only Ezekial remembers how the heroic battle was won. A secret origination erased it the memories and the history from the rest of the world. Only Ezekial was allowed to remember encase the threat ever returns.

The heroic battle took more then just parts of Ezekial's mind and soul. Tanking soon became unfulfilling, on the verge of collapsing madness that circled him, he found hope in a druid named Ironmidget. Ironmidget had become well known as the ware-bear (aka the god bear). Ironmidget saw past the peanut butter crazed half insane tank Ezekial had been reduced to by the world. With his sharp claws and mighty roars Ironmidget fought back the demons and monsters that hide in the darkness.

With the burden of tanking lifted from his shoulders soon Ezekial discovered he could mend the wounds of others. Testing the waters, he picked up healing on his Shaman. Taking great pride in his new-found skills he healed everything that was within his 40-yard cast range. No wound to small nor wound to great! Unless the tank died or the dps died because their wounds where to great... But the battles they survived bonded them in ways Ezekial didn't think possible. The void in his heart started to shrink in size.

He soon took to new challenges and dared to face the mage tower. The mage tower had claimed so many unsuspecting souls and nether shards. Griping the handle of his healing weapon he stepped up to the challenge with courage in his heart. Ironmidget would be unable to face his demons in this challenge. His courage quickly faded as his knees trembled and knots formed in his stomach. His heart pounding as a war drum preparing the armies for the blood shed that awaited them. Swallowing his fear that grew in his throat he stepped into the tower. The epic battle had begun at a moment’s notice. His first attempted ended in failure as the mage tower claimed victory, towering over him, mocking him with its casting shadows. Not wanting to let down his idol Ironmidget he stepped up to the challenge again. On his tenth attempt when all hoped seemed lost a fire ignited deep within him, burning brighter than any sun could ever hope to achieve. Emerging victorious from the mage tower, he felt the void in his heart vanish all together. Forever earning him the title of Worlds Okay-est World of Warcraft healer and sometimes friend.