HELLO!!! Iām Almira, a twenty-year old student trying to get through pre-med with my sanity intact. My timezone is gmt+8 which is all sorts of crazy for roleplaying and this is my lilā baby Hugo, the human embodiment of high quality trash lmao~
the first time hugo saw death he had only just learned how to walk. at eleven months old, hugo was already a very active little boyā sneaking away from his parents and those tasked to look after himā he often ended up at the orderās makeshift hospitals as it excited him. there were always so many people milling about and to him it was the only place that was busy and full of life. he didnāt know what it meant when that solitary woman asked for him to hold her hand and minutes later it went limp in his, didnāt know what it meant when the sad smile on her face froze and her eyes only stared at the ceiling all blinking having ceased. to this day he doesnāt blame her for wanting someone to hold to as she lay their dying, it was only human after all. he only wishes someone will care enough to do the same for him.
the main thing about hugo is that he is capable of being a soft and loving person, but he was never given a chance to be. sure his parents tried to teach him how to love but they were always busy, always on the brink of death. hugo thinks heās never known a moment when his mother or father have been truly content, never seen one where they werenāt constantly worrying about safe houses, resourcesā he thinks heās never seen his mother laugh beyond when he first said the word āmamaā or his father without anger in his eyes. and hugo, having only learned from their example never genuinely smiles. heās always equipped with sardonic laughter, hard truths, witty comebacks, and when all else failsā his fists.Ā
magic flows through his veins, some would even say magic loves him. when he uses his wand it is an extension of him, an extra body part heās fully in control of. however, hugo has never felt more disconnected from his magical heritageā he thinks magic only brings them death.Ā sometimes he feels as if heās charon at the river of styxā heās certainly brought more men to hades himself with the aid of his wand. being one of their best assassins with his factual mind, fast reflexes, and innate ability to emotionally remove himself from any given situationā heās unable to count just how many people heās killed in his short nineteen years. he thinks,Ā āperhaps i should have kept a tally.ā as of late, heās began to recoil from his wand; only ever using it as a last resort. his knuckles are constantly bloody, always bruisedā heās never know greater pain than being cut and carved with cursed knives, but damn if beating a death eater to death until all thatās left is ragged breathing and pleas of mercy is all thatās left isnāt satisfying.Ā
heās violent, dangerous even to members of the order. one wrong word and heāll go off, but at every news of death or capture heās always the first to leave the room. heās all out of tears but heāll find a place where no one can find him, stare off into the distance with a bottle in hand. he wonders why it is that every death eats at him, haunts him during his waking hours but the moment his head hits the old, worn pillows in his current safe house his dreams are full of laughter and smiles. he hates all of the gods for making them pay this price. he feels as if heās a gladiatorā placed in a ring to fight for the right to even breathe easy.Ā ābread and circuses,ā he whispers, they are what the supreme gods have given to lower deities for entertainment.Ā
tl;dr: hugo is cold and detached, always ready for a fight (verbal or physical), the first to mourn every death (in his own way), one of the best assassins as heās a natural at defensive magic and has the mind for strategy, well read, he loves greek & roman mythology, his only form of amusement is basically comparing how fucked their lives are with how fucked the lives of people in literature areĀ
also click anywhere on this sentence for a link to the pinterest board i made for him
