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Easter Sergio Hawthorne
GODFATHER
Aura Code: CC99FF, purple dawn sky
Aura Scent: fresh linen
Ability: gain abilities of those he consumes
Age: 24
Kin: Eddard Hawthorne (father), Mion Hawthorne (mother), Niall Hawthorne (brother), Carmen and Galaxy hawthorne (sisters), [[2 sibling spots open]], Artemis Hawthorne (wife)
Tattoo: dark, blocky tribal tattoos running down both arms
Oh what a pretty face for a vile demon like Easter. Made ruler of the Hawthorne only after eating his own father alive, he has been on a brutal and bloody ascent to power ever since. The Hawthorne have been strong for centuries, but never so brutal. It seemed his demonic presence has affected his people, making them give into more horrendous acts of carnage. Just in the last five years, they have gone from a respected name to one that inspires dread and fear. They are a single, insanely loyal until that will shed innocent blood at the single word of their leader. Easter Sergio Hawthorne. His mother blamed herself, always herself. When he killed Eddard, she was too abhorred at his power to react properly. She made him the new godfather, saying he had killed his father in a fair duel and therefore proved that he indeed was the rightful heir and ruler. Then she let herself fade in the background, holding the truth inside. Easter let her live, but only once he had secured his marriage and created a new godmother, his own mother met her mysterious end. Died in her sleep they said. Cause unknown they said. Easter had his own wife kill her to prove her loyalty. The secret has officially died with Mion Hawthorne. Now only Easter knows the truth of his power and the time he first used it to secure his throne. At twenty-four years old, he has done much in his short reign so far. He built his own army. He expanded his territory. He was the first of his generation of godfathers to take on a godmother, and maintained the title of only major family with a godmother for quite some time till Ravenscroft announced their engagement and then marriage. Even though Valentine is the family of cutthroats and backstabbers, Easter is the one they all truly fear. He appears all beauty and good, but underneath he is pure evil. He is swift and very surefooted with impeccable balance and the body of a gymnast. He has soft, silky black hair that has a blue and purple sheen to it in certain lighting. His eyes are an abyssal navy color, rather depthless and a little surreal. His aura is a purple sky of the dawn and smells like fresh linen. He can gain another person's abilities and stats by drinking their blood or eating their flesh. The person does not have to be alive for this to work. When he gains their abilities and stats, it is for a limited time only. What he gains does not replace what he already has, rather he gains it alongside what he already has, giving him a boost. He has dark, blocky tribal tattoos running up and down both arms. Easter is cold, calculative, and brutal. He is known by all as blunt, derisive, and rather controlling. Everything had to be done a certain way. Everyone had to follow his orders to the letter. He never took no for an answer from any of his subordinates and he definitley hated disobedience. He sees all people as simply tools that provide a means to an end. He relies strongly on the strength of the whole, but also relies on the cunning and potential of the individual. He may not be as brute and berserk as the rest of his hot-headed family heritage, but he has all the craftiness of a Ravenscroft going for him. He has no real emotion. Whatever emotions he appears to have are all a means to his ends. He plays at loving his wife, his siblings, his subordinates. But they are pawns in his eyes. Brainwashed, undeserving, dispensable pawns. But even in their dispensability and stupid blindness, he utilizes their gifts and their strengths and weaknesses in his goals. This is why he is so feared. He is a master of emotion and manipulation. He has created a single family with a sole mind. Many have dreamed of it. None have achieved it. He is a Hitler of the modern, Theia world.
GODFATHER
Aura Code: CC99FF, purple dawn sky
Aura Scent: fresh linen
Ability: gain abilities of those he consumes
Age: 24
Kin: Eddard Hawthorne (father), Mion Hawthorne (mother), Niall Hawthorne (brother), Carmen and Galaxy hawthorne (sisters), [[2 sibling spots open]], Artemis Hawthorne (wife)
Tattoo: dark, blocky tribal tattoos running down both arms
Oh what a pretty face for a vile demon like Easter. Made ruler of the Hawthorne only after eating his own father alive, he has been on a brutal and bloody ascent to power ever since. The Hawthorne have been strong for centuries, but never so brutal. It seemed his demonic presence has affected his people, making them give into more horrendous acts of carnage. Just in the last five years, they have gone from a respected name to one that inspires dread and fear. They are a single, insanely loyal until that will shed innocent blood at the single word of their leader. Easter Sergio Hawthorne. His mother blamed herself, always herself. When he killed Eddard, she was too abhorred at his power to react properly. She made him the new godfather, saying he had killed his father in a fair duel and therefore proved that he indeed was the rightful heir and ruler. Then she let herself fade in the background, holding the truth inside. Easter let her live, but only once he had secured his marriage and created a new godmother, his own mother met her mysterious end. Died in her sleep they said. Cause unknown they said. Easter had his own wife kill her to prove her loyalty. The secret has officially died with Mion Hawthorne. Now only Easter knows the truth of his power and the time he first used it to secure his throne. At twenty-four years old, he has done much in his short reign so far. He built his own army. He expanded his territory. He was the first of his generation of godfathers to take on a godmother, and maintained the title of only major family with a godmother for quite some time till Ravenscroft announced their engagement and then marriage. Even though Valentine is the family of cutthroats and backstabbers, Easter is the one they all truly fear. He appears all beauty and good, but underneath he is pure evil. He is swift and very surefooted with impeccable balance and the body of a gymnast. He has soft, silky black hair that has a blue and purple sheen to it in certain lighting. His eyes are an abyssal navy color, rather depthless and a little surreal. His aura is a purple sky of the dawn and smells like fresh linen. He can gain another person's abilities and stats by drinking their blood or eating their flesh. The person does not have to be alive for this to work. When he gains their abilities and stats, it is for a limited time only. What he gains does not replace what he already has, rather he gains it alongside what he already has, giving him a boost. He has dark, blocky tribal tattoos running up and down both arms. Easter is cold, calculative, and brutal. He is known by all as blunt, derisive, and rather controlling. Everything had to be done a certain way. Everyone had to follow his orders to the letter. He never took no for an answer from any of his subordinates and he definitley hated disobedience. He sees all people as simply tools that provide a means to an end. He relies strongly on the strength of the whole, but also relies on the cunning and potential of the individual. He may not be as brute and berserk as the rest of his hot-headed family heritage, but he has all the craftiness of a Ravenscroft going for him. He has no real emotion. Whatever emotions he appears to have are all a means to his ends. He plays at loving his wife, his siblings, his subordinates. But they are pawns in his eyes. Brainwashed, undeserving, dispensable pawns. But even in their dispensability and stupid blindness, he utilizes their gifts and their strengths and weaknesses in his goals. This is why he is so feared. He is a master of emotion and manipulation. He has created a single family with a sole mind. Many have dreamed of it. None have achieved it. He is a Hitler of the modern, Theia world.
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Balian Graceling
Aura Code: A0E7E7, dull, green-gray and blue
Aura Scent: strawberry cheescake
Ability: clone living and non-living things
Age: 16
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: coming soon
Balian Graceling was born into the world of the Hawthornes. His parents and parents’ parents had served in the family for several generations. It was only natural that Balian follow in their footsteps. However, tradition seemed to be lost on other members of his own immediate family, and he soon found himself standing alone. When his parents died, he became even more determined to fill the shoes they left standing empty. For years he trained in combat and strategy, aiming to be one of the military advisors when he grew up. He is very formidable with many weapons, even at the young age of sixteen, and many pressure him to divert to a combat career instead. But he has a head for tactics and layouts, maps and lines, convergences and swarms. He loves the fight and the thrill of feeling his blade clash with another’s just as anyone does, but he does not think much of a life doing such work. Still, he possesses the brutality and will to survive that marks the Hawthorne from any other fighter. Balian comes across as a person with many desires and hopes for the future. Though he is determined that his life lies in service to the family, he still pursues other interests and skills to better himself in any other environment. He loves school and has an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He takes extensive notes, to the point of being ridiculous. He will even go so far as to study on his own and cross reference through college level books, just so that he can get every scrap of information that might be tied to what he just learned. It gets to be rather ridiculous, but he ignores anyone who points that out to him. He can often overwork himself, and is found sleeping in the strangest places at the strangest times. He doesn't really take care of himself as he should be: poor diet, too much exercise, not enough sleep, over-stressed with life in general. Lots of people tell him to slow down, but he's been in the fast lane so long, he's forgotten how. Always buzzing here and there like a busy bee, he is sure to run into everyone at sometime or other, and therefore has a general knowledge of just about everybody in the family and in other families too. He's very positive and cheerful, and he tends to spread it around. However, he is an extreme introvert. He tires out easily in social situations, and often panics before entering into them to begin with. He is the sort of person you will find sitting in the corner while the rest of the people mingle about in the middle. He puts up with little and gets along with less people than average. He only has one or two people in his life that he will actually call his friends, if even that. He also tends to not understand people in general. Though he has a good memory for putting faces and facts and names together, he does not quite grasp the concept of who those people really are and why they make certain decisions. He is almost always surprised by what people do, so often so that it is really quite sad. Balian is very average for looks and has a forgettable face. He has strawberry blonde hair and dull gray eyes. He has the ability to clone nonliving things and objects. He practices his power quite often, so it isn’t surprising to see him wearing a shirt you swear you just saw in a shop window or see him eating a package of cookies that you had just minutes ago eaten the last of. He is rather smug about it when people find out. They come up to him and say, “You cloned that, didn’t you?” and he will laugh or make a remark or grin cheekily at the person. He does not have many childish tendencies, but that certainly is one of them. He blames his lack of an inner child on the fact that he never got to enjoy his childhood. He never played with any kids or built forts or chased animals or anything else that boys get themselves into when they are trying to have fun. His life was spent in a practical, adult world. He often needs others to forcibly drag him by the shirt collar to something fun and spontaneous every now and again, else he is sure to waste away and die in front of a stack of French artillery diagrams or dissertations on Caesar’s army. He often puts on a show of not liking it when people drag him off and away, but inside he really does care and enjoy himself. He reaches that side he longs for. Most people give up after a while, sick of hearing him complain and gripe about the whole ordeal. He brushes them off. They are fickle anyway in his mind. It seems he is entirely aware of just how difficult of a person he really is.
Aura Code: A0E7E7, dull, green-gray and blue
Aura Scent: strawberry cheescake
Ability: clone living and non-living things
Age: 16
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: coming soon
Balian Graceling was born into the world of the Hawthornes. His parents and parents’ parents had served in the family for several generations. It was only natural that Balian follow in their footsteps. However, tradition seemed to be lost on other members of his own immediate family, and he soon found himself standing alone. When his parents died, he became even more determined to fill the shoes they left standing empty. For years he trained in combat and strategy, aiming to be one of the military advisors when he grew up. He is very formidable with many weapons, even at the young age of sixteen, and many pressure him to divert to a combat career instead. But he has a head for tactics and layouts, maps and lines, convergences and swarms. He loves the fight and the thrill of feeling his blade clash with another’s just as anyone does, but he does not think much of a life doing such work. Still, he possesses the brutality and will to survive that marks the Hawthorne from any other fighter. Balian comes across as a person with many desires and hopes for the future. Though he is determined that his life lies in service to the family, he still pursues other interests and skills to better himself in any other environment. He loves school and has an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He takes extensive notes, to the point of being ridiculous. He will even go so far as to study on his own and cross reference through college level books, just so that he can get every scrap of information that might be tied to what he just learned. It gets to be rather ridiculous, but he ignores anyone who points that out to him. He can often overwork himself, and is found sleeping in the strangest places at the strangest times. He doesn't really take care of himself as he should be: poor diet, too much exercise, not enough sleep, over-stressed with life in general. Lots of people tell him to slow down, but he's been in the fast lane so long, he's forgotten how. Always buzzing here and there like a busy bee, he is sure to run into everyone at sometime or other, and therefore has a general knowledge of just about everybody in the family and in other families too. He's very positive and cheerful, and he tends to spread it around. However, he is an extreme introvert. He tires out easily in social situations, and often panics before entering into them to begin with. He is the sort of person you will find sitting in the corner while the rest of the people mingle about in the middle. He puts up with little and gets along with less people than average. He only has one or two people in his life that he will actually call his friends, if even that. He also tends to not understand people in general. Though he has a good memory for putting faces and facts and names together, he does not quite grasp the concept of who those people really are and why they make certain decisions. He is almost always surprised by what people do, so often so that it is really quite sad. Balian is very average for looks and has a forgettable face. He has strawberry blonde hair and dull gray eyes. He has the ability to clone nonliving things and objects. He practices his power quite often, so it isn’t surprising to see him wearing a shirt you swear you just saw in a shop window or see him eating a package of cookies that you had just minutes ago eaten the last of. He is rather smug about it when people find out. They come up to him and say, “You cloned that, didn’t you?” and he will laugh or make a remark or grin cheekily at the person. He does not have many childish tendencies, but that certainly is one of them. He blames his lack of an inner child on the fact that he never got to enjoy his childhood. He never played with any kids or built forts or chased animals or anything else that boys get themselves into when they are trying to have fun. His life was spent in a practical, adult world. He often needs others to forcibly drag him by the shirt collar to something fun and spontaneous every now and again, else he is sure to waste away and die in front of a stack of French artillery diagrams or dissertations on Caesar’s army. He often puts on a show of not liking it when people drag him off and away, but inside he really does care and enjoy himself. He reaches that side he longs for. Most people give up after a while, sick of hearing him complain and gripe about the whole ordeal. He brushes them off. They are fickle anyway in his mind. It seems he is entirely aware of just how difficult of a person he really is.