Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
Ezekiel watched as the guards and Cameron decided what to do with him, and he gave them a broad, warming and welcoming smile. "By the way, good luck branding me with all these tattoo's." Zeke motioned towards the ink stains covering nearly every inch of his arms, and some of his back, and abdomen. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, watching them discuss matters amungst themselves. Cameron's features lost their confident, smug look. That was a plus. One of the guards ordered Ezekiel to his feet, and he did as he was told. "Aye-Aye Captain." Ezekiel said, saluting him with a childish grin.