Amadeus || Hawthorne || The Second
Modeled by || Guillaume Varki
Modeled by || Guillaume Varki
✮xxxxxxx The Basics
✮ My parents named me [ Amadeus Hawthorne II. ] Obviously.
✮ But you can call me [ either Amadeus or Master Hawthorne ] is fine. I refuse to stoop as low as having something as trivial as a nickname for others to address me by.
✮ There are [ seventeen ] candles on my birthday cake. What do I look like to you? Thirty?
✮ I am now wasting an [ entire summer ] at camp. It has its advantages and disadvantages, I suppose. No modern technology? Disadvantage. Magical beings with unknown powers to unleash? Advantage.
✮ This would mean I have [ one ] bead. I could afford better than this stupid thing they insist I wear around my neck.
✮ I came to the world on [ the spring equinox, March twenty-first. ] A greatly celebrated day, by all accounts.
✮ The hospital at [ my home, Hawthorne manor ] was rather nice to me the day I was born. It is far more sanitary and secure than any other facility in the country you could care to name.
✮ My parents raised me in [ Dublin, Ireland ] for the majority of my life. Home of leprechauns and other superstitious beings.
✮ I have [ zero ] siblings, thank you very much. Good thing too; children would be very bothersome when I am performing my experiments.
✮xxxxxxx The Details
✮ If you stare into my face, you'll see that my eyes are [ icy blue. ] As cold and unfeeling as the substance itself.
✮ When I'm standing up, I'm actually [ five feet and nine inches. ]
✮ This isn't your business, but I weigh [ one hundred nine pounds ] on most days. Underweight, as everyone likes to complain it seems.
✮ If I let my hair down, you'll see that it's actually [ raven-colored ] in the light. Even without the light, surely you could see as much?
✮ I'm not perfect and neither is my body. I have [ massive, faded scarring ] all over my [ entire body, ] with the exception of my face, neck, hands, and feet.
✮xxxxxxx The Personal
✮xxxxxxxLikes
✮ Who wouldn't like sushi or spring water?
✮ Any kind of art fascinates me. That would include literature, paintings, forgery, hacking ...
✮ I've taken a liking to surfing the Internet. Amazing really what you can find out.
✮ Driving people to the edge of their wall, whether it be their sanity or reason. It brings me a certain satisfaction.
✮ Nothing is more pleasurable than thinking up the perfect scheme and allowing it to work seamlessly before my eyes.
✮ Knowledge is power. The statement says it all.
✮xxxxxxxDislikes
✮ Idiots, nitwits, cretins, simpletons, morons ... Whatever you care to call anyone that lacks the brain capacity to form a single intelligent sentence.
✮ Spiders. They've never seemed to like me, though why I couldn't tell you. Not yet at least.
✮ My father adores the ocean but I refuse to get within a fifty foot radius of it. Was my near death caused by a drowning not enough to teach everyone that I just don't like it?
✮ I do not appreciate being flirted with. I am a businessman, and have no time for romance in my already busy life.
✮ Just try waking me up when I do not wish it, and you will find yourself in the middle of the Sahara with nothing more than your undergarments for company shortly afterwards.
✮ Underestimate me and you will pay. Dearly.
✮xxxxxxxFears
✮ I do not fear a complete crash of my computers at the manor. I would just like for it not to happen; after all, if you were to use technology as much as I, you would be worried as well.
✮ I can't help but become jittery near the ocean, an insane fear of drowning clouding my reason from the time I almost drowned while dragged along on a scuba diving trip by my father.
✮ This fear perhaps frustrates me the most; of all the things, I am afraid to fall in love with another individual! The reason irritates me even further; once I begin to care about another person to that extent, I am afraid they'll leave me in that state, as my mother did to my father.
✮xxxxxxxSecrets
✮ I have an alter ego that has been developing in the back of my mind since an incident when I was ten years of age. He has even produced a name for himself, one that he chose to forever mock me: Wolfgang Hawthorne. We are absolute opposites in every way and I fear the day when he manages to take over as the host personality.
✮ The only individuals that I even loosely consider friends are those that are employed to my family and it has become an irrational belief that only those who have something to gain from me can ever become a companion of mine. Why, you may ask? It is simply for the reason that they will not easily betray me, seeing as I retain some incentive to keep them as loyal as a canine.
✮ The only person I completely trust is myself; never will you find me expressing my sorrows to another individual. No one will ever be worthy of it either, though I quite like being a forever incomplete puzzle to those who know me.
✮xxxxxxxWho I Am
✮ How to describe a person with an intellect as great as mine? I was born to be great, as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was and still is. I have the highest rated IQ recorded in the eastern hemisphere of the world, and always find that I am the most intelligent person in any room I walk into. If you haven't already come to the conclusion that I am a genius, a mastermind, a prodigy, well then I suggest you get your brain scanned. I have a thirst for knowledge and using what I have learned in my grand schemes. As the heir to a billionaire fortune, I hold myself with a confident air that many would call obnoxious. I am quite perceptive, seeing things that would go amiss to most. Gregorovich usually describes me as cocky, sarcastic, patronizing, cold, determined, and frightening. Hm; that is merely what he believes. There is actually a part of me that is quite kind, charismatic, and sweet. But I've locked that part away deep, deep inside me and it would take a mighty amount of effort and determination from someone to dig it out. Anyhow, while I may be a genius, sophisticated physical activities are not my forte. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that my fatal flaw is that I am dependent on brains and lack in brawns, which could be a problem as a demigod.
✮xxxxxxxMy Life
✮ To document my life would take an infinite number of words, so I will attempt to explain it as simply as possible. When my father was young and still only the heir to the Hawthorne fortune, he was quite a kind and gentle spirit it seems. Kind and gentle enough in fact to have the won the eye of a goddess when at a convention in northern Ireland. They were quite fascinated with each other, he treating her like a queen, she treating him like the only man alive, but the romance was short-lived. She had stayed a guest at the manor for a month or so before she had to leave on important business. That was the day she told my father who about the Greek myths being true and merely not a fairy tale. My father accepted this information with enough shock, but his reaction was quite better than what most others would have been. It was only a week later though that his father passed on the fortune to him finally, and on that same day, I was delivered to his doorstop with a gun, Ireland flag pin, and onyx ring, along with a note. It read:
Amadeus- (for of course, I was named after both he and the musical genius)
This is the child you have sired with me. Because of who I am, he will be in constant danger. A burden at the moment he may be, but in time he will prove himself a place in history. Do not disappoint me.
Take care, A
And so, even though my father had an empire to run and not enough time to take care of a child, he took me in. It was that day he called the Gregorovich family. The Gregoroviches are infamous for employing their sons as high-class bodyguards, sending them to a private school at the age of ten where they learn all the skills needed to guard the most targeted charges. My father had reserved the youngest in the line should he ever have a child and need someone to care for them. Needless to say, my bodyguard arrived that very day, and thus my life began.
It was clear that I was no ordinary child at a very young age. Why, at the tender age of six months, I was already walking on my own two feet and speaking in full sentences. I didn't stop excelling there. I've always had a thirst for knowledge, and so I began reading a little after the milestone of a year old. I began inventing simple, small things in design but they were genius in conception. I was turning out to be quite a bright lad, but my father had other issues on his hands. He did play with me every once in a while, but it was Gregorovich who actually sat down with me and taught me how to use chopsticks to pick up sushi, who was there as I got my first tailored suit done, who was there all the times my father should have been. But no matter; my father had more important things to do. Even so, I suppose I did want some recognition. For a little while, I was a good little boy, earning the highest grades in my class, winning more awards than there was room for in the manor, being complimented constantly by adults. But my father, both a legitimate businessman and leader of a criminal empire started many generations ago, took no notice. It was when I turned ten though, that I realized that the only way to earn my father's respect was to follow in his footsteps.
So I became a criminal mastermind. I taught myself everything there was to being a renowned criminal and more, putting my genius to work. I quickly learned how to hack any government system you care to point out to me, how to forge the most precisely done artwork, and how to create the most brilliant plans. Of course I did legitimate things in the background like inventing, giving and hearing lectures, being bored out of my mind at the private schools my father would send me. But I was really just focused on being son my father wanted me to be. It wasn't very long before my father started taking notice of my achievements, the bad more than the good, and I was finally hearing the praise I yearned for. And so life went on quite well for me until I turned sixteen.
I had begun to see things, things I've only ever seen on ancient artifacts. I was seeing Greek monsters. At first, I dismissed it as delirium, but they didn't go away. Oh no, they kept right on coming. I asked Gregorovich about this but he refused to say anything, and I knew he was quite aware of what was happening. My father's reaction was similar. So I took it upon myself to get to the bottom of things. I researched Greek myths tirelessly, surfing the Internet, pouring over ancient texts, and visiting many historic sites. The monsters didn't stopped making appearances, but they never ventured very close to me, thanks to Gregorovich I'm betting. And I realized that the Greek myths were true, that legends were living unnoticed among us. Even though I had concrete logic, Gregorovich and my father refused to listen again. Determined as I am, I staked out in a field somewhere near the manor every night, waiting with a net and a rifle for the monsters to come. And came they did. A hellhound to be precise. I loaded off three quick shots to distract it and before it could try to tear me to bits, I had it encased in a net made of celestial bronze and golden fibers. My own design of course.
When I brought home the beast the next morning to show my father and bodyguard, neither could say I was hallucinating anymore. So my father explained everything to me; I was only mildly surprised to discover that my mother was a Greek goddess. Please, how could I not be? As it happens, Gregorovich's father was Kratos, so he is the absolute best in the business. I was a little over seventeen or so when my father admitted what I had been suspecting all along, and he sent me to Camp Half-Blood with Gregorovich as a guide. The moment I crossed the camp border, I was claimed by Athena, and so here I am today.
✮xxxxxxx The Extra
✮xxxxxxxFavorite Colors
OliveDrab and Silver. Colors of intelligence and power if there ever were ones.
✮xxxxxxxMy Music
I enjoy classical music, especially the type created by a certain fellow named Mozart. But I suppose there are some modern songs I seem to fancy:
"Headstrong" by Trapt
"Over My Head" by The Fray
"The Promise of a Lifetime" by Kutless
✮xxxxxxxCrushes
No one. Didn't I already say I didn't have time for romance? I don't care for it much either.
✮xxxxxxxWhere I Reside
The Athena cabin is my temporary home at camp. A pity it lacks the technology I require for my schemes.
✮xxxxxxxThe All-Mighty Powerful One
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. If only I could meet her; it would be so nice to have a conversation with someone to match my intelligence for once.
✮xxxxxxxYour Death
I have a pin of the Ireland flag that transforms into a sword with an onyx hilt promptly after three taps. Then there is the onyx ring I received for my sixteenth birthday from Father; after a counter clockwise twist, it turns into a shield bejeweled with onyx. And lastly, a gun fitted for celestial bronze bullets never hurt for me to have. Such wonderful gifts my mother left for me really, though it's a shame I can't use much more than the shield.
✮xxxxxxxMy Puppeteer
According to my data, xX_Shining_Stars_Xx has taken to hacking my system. Not very good at it though, if I can tell who she is.
OliveDrab and Silver. Colors of intelligence and power if there ever were ones.
✮xxxxxxxMy Music
I enjoy classical music, especially the type created by a certain fellow named Mozart. But I suppose there are some modern songs I seem to fancy:
"Headstrong" by Trapt
"Over My Head" by The Fray
"The Promise of a Lifetime" by Kutless
✮xxxxxxxCrushes
No one. Didn't I already say I didn't have time for romance? I don't care for it much either.
✮xxxxxxxWhere I Reside
The Athena cabin is my temporary home at camp. A pity it lacks the technology I require for my schemes.
✮xxxxxxxThe All-Mighty Powerful One
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. If only I could meet her; it would be so nice to have a conversation with someone to match my intelligence for once.
✮xxxxxxxYour Death
I have a pin of the Ireland flag that transforms into a sword with an onyx hilt promptly after three taps. Then there is the onyx ring I received for my sixteenth birthday from Father; after a counter clockwise twist, it turns into a shield bejeweled with onyx. And lastly, a gun fitted for celestial bronze bullets never hurt for me to have. Such wonderful gifts my mother left for me really, though it's a shame I can't use much more than the shield.
✮xxxxxxxMy Puppeteer
According to my data, xX_Shining_Stars_Xx has taken to hacking my system. Not very good at it though, if I can tell who she is.
