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  “Blackbirds in the hawthorn, beaks open for the bite. Between morning and evening a quick snap of the tongue: fling out

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  This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more

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  the changeling cursed with a quickness too sharp for her own good. Imagine going wittingly

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  ◖Name◗ Hawthorn Willowsidhe ◖Age◗ Early thirties ◖Nationality◗ Austrian ◖Height◗ 5'9 ◖Religion◗ Agnostic

  ◖Race◗ Fae changeling ◖Sun Sign◗ Gemini ◖Hair◗ Platinum ◖Weight◗ 120 lbs ◖Occupation◗ Bartender

  ◖Gender◗ ♂ ◖Orientation◗ Gay & taken ◖Eyes◗ Bright blue or gold ◖Handedness◗ Ambidextrous ◖Residence◗ Bramford, NY

  
  

  P E R S O N A L I T Y
  "The Emperor"
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  The Emperor in his throne is power, authority, domination. He is the governing force of his reality, following his own rules and establishing the laws that armour him in ascendancy. He is the master of himself, and this discipline rouses others to follow him - or they shall be made to follow. The ankh in his hand represents life itself, potential in bloom and the responsibility that follows. Reversed, the Emperor lacks discipline, his authority is lost and his kingdom of self-assurance lies in ruin. Hawthorn is most comfortable when he is totally in control, deprived of which his confident front disintegrates - underneath his self-entitlement, the fae is painfully shy (although nothing short of dramatic if coaxed into opening up). If Hawthorn doesn’t feel powerful he will use cunning to position himself more favourably, but if cunning is not an option he will resort to force. Failing all attempts to seem bigger than he is, Hawthorn will withdraw into himself, not obviously nervous but quiet and reserved nonetheless, becoming broody. He also has a tendency to panic should he find himself shot far from his comfort zone. He is a very intelligent man, but reckless, somehow managing to make terrible decisions anyway. The fae has few mannerisms, remarkably still, possessing no shake in his hands whatsoever. He often touches his lips when sitting still or listening to someone, and his lack of responses (nodding, mm-ing, etc.) makes it difficult to tell if he's actually paying attention. Hawthorn is also intensely patient, but perhaps the most prominent of his traits is his resilience. Three decades in the Austrian alps has left him with little experience of the outside world, but he is nothing if not a fast learner. Some might perceive him as shallow (vain, even – they wouldn’t be wrong), bitter, but underneath it all is a side to Hawthorn rarely exposed; the fae is more than capable of compassion, he just needs someone to tease it out of him, to be the counterbalance in his life that keeps him from flying into trouble.
  

  ➣G L A M O U R ▪ Glamour is an integral part of fae society, especially among the whimsical seelie. It is a part of the game they play with unwitting mortals, an ongoing masquerade in vain appreciation of the delicate beauty of humans. While not exactly ashamed of the self-described monster that he is, Hawthorn has grown fond of his human guise. His glamour only falters when focus is completely absent, such as when he is sleeping.

  ➣W I N G S ▪ Hawthorn's wings make up for what the rest of his body lacks in physical strength. A blow from one of his wings, measuring a span of ten feet across, could easily knock most adult humans off of their feet. The fae's bones are hollow to allow for flight but are more resilient than human bones. They can mend in hours should they break. Hawthorn's wings are strong enough that they cannot be bound through mundane means.

  
  

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  ➣M A G I C ▪ Hawthorn was sentenced to death for treason, but escaped with having his mana ripped out instead. Although he retains some magical ability - enough to sustain his glamour and aid healing - he cannot cast any other magic without access to that natural pool and cannot levitate as is (due to the immense size of his wings, without magic he cannot be airbourne without properly taking off). Once a master of hypnotism, even capable of charming other fae, now finding himself powerless and vulnerable Hawthorn grows desperate. He is also able to glamour other beings and objects at the cost of his own glamour, although he has to remain with them in order to maintain it. Wildflowers bloom when he is near.

  ➣W E A K N E S S E S ▪ A severe enough wound sustained from an iron weapon could be fatal. Unenchanted and non-iron weapons cannot pierce Hawthorn's skin, although he is still susceptible to blunt trauma, temporarily developing concussions and other symptoms if hit in the head. He can suffocate or drown, and is not immune to burning or electrocution. He can also be hurt by unarmed attacks from other supernaturals. Because his ability to heal is diminished, serious injuries (such as head trauma) can have long-term effects if he does not recover from them fast enough. Hawthorn also has a weakness for sweet food and drink, and finds it hard to resist temptation if offered something sweet.

  
  
  

  
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