Ezequiel Alarcón

Ezequiel

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35 years old journalist. Has a bachelor degree on criminalistics and a degree on journalism.
Tries to stay calm and thinks a lot before acting. Doesn't likes to be absorved by his emotions,so he just bottles it all,and then just copes with smoking and writing his thoughts on his personal old ass geocities blog and dedicated forums. Eventually this bottleneck of emotions led to even greater mental deterioration.


Just moved temporary to England to keep the track of his investigations,as he cannot keep living in Mexico,kind of fears for his life.
Has received a lot of threats of death these last days and he can't help but getting more paranoid as each days passes.

Biography

Born in Mexico City at some point in the 1960s, Ezequiel was the third child. His family, consisting of his parents and four siblings, never had many resources and lived in an overcrowded house on the outskirts of the city.

When he was about 6 years old, he fell out of a moving truck... He wanted to sit in the back that occassion. Fortunately nothing really SERIOUS happened... Well, since then he can't see very well and his pupil was permanently shrunken. Besides that he hurt his ear and what they thought was a simple scratch turned out to be a wound with which a small portion of his ear disappeared. It could have been worse.... At least he didn't broke his arm.

An incident ocurred when he was 15, in which his mother and older sister disappeared without a trace, certainly caused a change in him. This would start a neuroticism and paranoia that he could never get rid of or deal with, he would look for anything, he always thought he had found a pattern that would give him the answer or something. It seems he was never right but he trusted and had faith that those patterns, clues and messages were there, somewhere.

After finishing his brief military service, he entered the National Autonomous University of Mexico and decided to study journalism and criminalistics, which he dedicated his life to. He wrote articles for a local newspaper, nothing really big.

One day he received a letter, that document made him slip into the investigation that absorbed him completely and made him intensely obsessed. He was doing something important, something with which he would do justice.

Eventually his research led him to have to retire to another country where he would be safer and where he could continue his research.

For a few days he gave himself an obligatory break, his head and mind were too much for him. But mysterious letters arrived at his home again. Fuck.

Well... What else is there left to do but continue that investigation?

His mental sanity continued to unravel and he became more and more erratic every day. At some point he gave up and in a desperate move, he took his most important documents to the warehouse that a friend of his managed, which he rented for a year and hid the key. Perhaps he would move again, but he couldn't risk his research, at least he was confident that he would be safe there.

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Appearance

Facial features: Pointy nose bridge and notorious eyebags under his eyes,doesn't sleeps well and works 'til late. He's crealy tired. Has anisocoria. A small part of his right ear is missing. (It's not depicted in all drawings,but...)

Hair:Short wavy/curly hair (2c)
Has a stubble/5 'o clock type beard.

Body: Scrawny,doesnt have much fat.

Fashion: Your stereotypical detective clothing style: A regular long sleeved black shirt. A blue tie,brown trousers and a unbuttoned trench coat.
Apart from his work clothes,he uses denim pants and black or white shirts.
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