Welcome, Ezra!

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Ezra had been a pretty happy kid, going to private schools and raised by two loving parents who made sure he was raised right. When they died in a car accident he’d been crushed. Sure his aunt, a widower, had taken him in he’d found a way out of the darkness by making sure his shrimp of a cousin Frankie was okay. She was so much smaller than she should have been for ten, but she was mouthy as hell. That got him into more fights than he could remember, she’d run her mouth – never let anyone talk shit about their family and despite him starting fights Frankie was never one to stand back and let him keep all the action for himself. So it was no surprise when later friends extended an offer to the fighter to join their merc crew that Frankie joined in. For a handful of years they traveled around making money in war torn countries. During an excursion to withdraw an important political figure from an upstart militia Ezra was ambushed and nearly killed. Frankie had saved him, and stayed by his side despite being wounded herself. Once he was healed, the two decided together to go open a gym – to get to a new place and start fresh.