LOADING FILE… ID #010815 AKA CODENAME: ICARUS. ETHAN HOFFMAN. FELIX MALLARD.
— GENDER: MALE. PRONOUNS: HE/HIM. AGE: TWENTY-TWO. YEAR: JUNIOR. STUDYING: ENGINEERING. CITY OF ORIGIN: SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA, USA.
NOW PLAYING… PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS BY KID CUDI. A CLUTTERED WORKBENCH, ANOTHER ROUND OF SHOTS ON HIM, REWEARING LAST NIGHT’S CLOTHES IN THE MORNING, ELABORATE HANGOVER CURES.
IF THE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY’D TELL YOU HE STOLE THE DESIGNS OF AN INVENTION THAT AWARDED HIM A SCHOLARSHIP TO ATTEND UNIVERSITY.
Name: Ethan Wallace Hoffman
Nicknames: E
Age: 22
Birthday: August, 15th, 2001
FC: Felix Mallard
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5′10
Blood Type: B+
Build: Slim
Vices: Cannabis, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Party Drugs
Favorite Colors: Red & Black
History
Ethan had always been the golden boy. Born to a renowned inventor and toy maker (think the likes of the Bop It or Furby) the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. From a young age Ethan showed signs of wanting to be just as inventive as his father and his creative spark was nurtured as soon as he started crafting his first creations out of cardboard and tape. The older he got the more tools became at his disposal and while Ethan never ended up reinventing the wheel, he felt he got damn close. He watched his father’s success and knew one day he’d follow in his father’s footsteps and be a great inventor.
Coming from money and his father’s impressive line of work it was no surprise that Ethan made friends easily growing up. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with the kid who practically gave out toys just for hanging out? His house was always deemed the cool hangout spot for his extensive toy collection and movie theater in the basement. The older Ethan got his house soon transformed into the party house whenever his parents were away on vacation. While Ethan wasn’t the type of guy you’d go to if you had a problem, he could easily be depended on for having a good time and to cheer you up if you were in a bad mood. He was always carefree and reckless and with parents who hardly told him no his impulses only flourished.
Ethan always did well in school despite his party boy nature. Learning came easily to him but that didn’t mean he went off to university directly after high school much to his parents' chagrin. Instead Ethan took off several years to travel the world and see what it had to offer. He visited over ten countries during his travels and made hundreds of new friends in the process but when he returned to the states his parents had an ultimatum for him. If he wanted to continue being supported he had to go off to college and get a degree. While the pressure was only light from his parents he took it as a sign to go to university as far away from them as possible as an act of rebellion. Money wasn’t an issue for Ethan but still he applied for various engineering scholarships. Feeling like he was in a time crunch and ultimately from his own laziness he ended up using one of his father’s inventions to win the scholarship he used to get into Daskalos University. He’d liked Greece from his time traveling and thought that it was as good a place to go to university as any.
Headcanons
He lives in his own dorm without a roommate. He figured having a roommate could wind up being a buzzkill and he wanted the privacy to be able to bring home whomever he wanted whenever he wants.
His favorite color is red and is almost always wearing it on his person in the form of red converse.
Before he graduates college he hopes to come up with the next greatest drinking game to rival beer pong. So far all his ideas for games are too elaborate for drunk people to understand.
He was almost kicked out of the dionysia for being late. He shows up just in the nick of time more often than not.
Ethan attends almost every party on campus. He’s under the impression that a party doesn’t start until he walks in.
He schedules all his classes for the afternoon or evening because he’s rarely up before eleven AM.
looked like a scene plucked straight from a film, sweaty bodies packed in like sardines, many on trips scored to the stylings of a synth-enthusiast twisting nobs and flicking switches while a set of over-the-ear headphones sat untouched around their neck. neon lights cut through the low-lit ambiance, highlighting features of the unfamiliar basking in the glory of their own freedom. troubles were often left at the door guarded by a daunting bouncer with a rabid bark, quick to shoo away those deemed unfit for admittance. at first, it felt like trying to complete the berghaintrainer ( some german club simulator, one that quickly became a hyper-fixation of the techie back in her teens ), rejection after rejection until a fault was found in the system … the bouncer’s penchant for ouzos. deals weren't uncommon for iris, though it’d been the only time she was the one to cut it, swift exchanges carried out between hard-gripped handshakes while a bag of confectionaries, that she assumed only geriatrics could stomach, went from one to the other. it was her ticket in, one she utilized time and time again to bypass the velvet rope, and tonight had been no different.
her limbs ached from thrashing about to the song blaring, a pursuit of happiness remix, mouth growing drier with each belt even if her echo had been that of a cat in heat. the tune eventually bled into the next, a cue to succumb to the pleas her body shot through her veins and straight to the dome. a break. a moment to recharge. she practically catapulted to the bar, elbows dropping with the grace of a bull in a china shop as she leaned over the bartop. “ huh ? ” if she turned her head any quicker, her neck would’ve snapped. “ wait, really ? " she mulled over the words, the gesture, and offered him a cheeky grin. " in that case ... maybe i should finally try somethin' from the top shelf. y'know i hear they have a bottle worth like, 30,000 euros ... " if it hadn't been evident in her tone, then surely the laugh that followed would indicate the teasing retort. " if it's professor oberon's calc test you're talking about then i'd suggest some shots. " she glanced over her shoulder, " if you have any luck getting the bartender's attention. took me like twenty minutes earlier. "
"Well it's after midnight so it'd only be 15,000 euros," Ethan pointed out with a grin of his own. He knew she was joking but he liked that kind of attitude. If he had an extra 15,000 euros laying around to blow he would but alas he hadn't created any ideas that had landed him a fortune of his own just yet. Hearing his professor's name be called perked Ethan up. He might not know her outright but now they had something in common and that was always something he could jump off of. "You a student at Daskalos?" Ethan asked even though he obviously knew her answer. "Shots sound like a great idea. Help me forget about all those review packets I haven't opened. Oberon's the worst, " he said. Hearing that she hadn't had any luck with the bartenders wasn't surprising. The place was packed to the gills and there was a long line of patrons all looking to get a half priced drink. Fortunately for the both of them Ethan had an edge. He came to Hedone enough that he'd gotten to know the staff. "Don't worry about it, I've got it. Hey, Nicholas!" He called out over the thump of the bass and proceeded to wave his hand in the air to catch the bartender's attention. "Can I get a round of shots for me and my friend here? Please and thank you," he ordered before turning his attention back to her. "You just gotta ask nicely is all."
"do you think that if i got my mom to go full karen on the housing department, they'd force someone to move out of a single so i can have it?"
it was a question that jasper had been holding in ever since the start of the year, but the shot of vodka he'd just taken had finally loosened his lips enough for it to see the light of day.
he hadn't originally planned on seeking ethan out that evening, but he'd been tossing and turning about how awkward he'd been with macie at the welcome event and there was only one person he could talk to about it. he just needed several more shots in his system before he was willing to do so.
thank god for the handle of vodka he'd presented to the male as a friendship bribe to let him in.
tossing back one more shot for good measure, he continued his rant.
"it's really offensive, actually, that i got put in a triple room this year - a thing that isn't even supposed to exist - when i have the funds to be living it up like you in a single dorm. apparently singlehandedly funding the school paper and journalism department isn't enough to give you special treatment anymore. nepotism is a scam."
Ethan was never too busy for visitors. Sure, he should've been but he was supposed to be studying for hours now and yet his lofi beats to study and relax to playlist wasn't doing anything to motivate him to pick up a textbook. It was a godsend that Jasper showed up bearing booze really.
"You're in a triple room? How are they able to cram three beds in that space. You got some bunk bed situation or something?" Ethan asked as he fumbled around the side of his bed before presenting Jasper with a warm bottle of orange soda. It was all he had around as a chaser on such short notice. "You got to allocate your money better, dude. Put yourself first before you go funding anything else. I had my housing form filled out even before I picked classes this year. I was in a shared room for my first semester as a freshman and it was torture. The dude I was roomed with was some neckbeard from Cleveland on some computing scholarship. I don't even know why he bothered to go to school in Greece, I swear the dude never left the room. He got homesick or something and left after the holiday break and I just never informed the RA." Ethan's college experience went up tenfold once he was given his own space. Being an only child made it extremely difficult for him to share his space.
Ethan grabbed the handle of vodka and poured himself a healthy amount into a mug he had on hand before taking a gulp. "I'm sure something'll have to open up eventually. They've been doing renovations forever now they've got to be getting close."
Ethan was drawn to the neon glow of Hedone like a moth to a flame. The club quickly became one of Ethan's haunts when he moved to Greece and it remained a mainstay in his rotation in the three years he'd called this place home. Tonight, he was beckoned to the club because frankly there was nothing going on on campus. Just because others were staying in and studying for upcoming tests didn't mean Ethan would be doing the same.
He had been at Hedone for an hour or so with a couple of drinks under his belt and was in need of a refresher as he approached the bar. Ethan pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was a minute past midnight and he smiled. Nice. Ethan turned the person closest to him and gave them a little nudge. "Hey, next drink's on me," he offered. "I'm celebrating the Calculus test I'll be failing tomorrow." Ethan wasn't always so generous but when drinks were half off he couldn't resist.
