Rhett Hawthorne

[rhettxhawthorne]

Basic information

Birth name: Rhett Hawthorne Gender/Pro-Nouns: Cis-Male (He/Him/His) Birthday & Age: June 18th, 1986 (36) Place of Birth: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island Astrology Sign: Gemini Citizenship: American Species: Witch Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship status: Single Current residence: Downtown Lunar Cove Occupation: Owner of Ambrosia, Businessman.  Faceclaim: Richard Madden

Bonus information

Height: 5′8″ (177 cm) Weight: 191 lbs ( 86 kg ) Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Dark brown with a mallen white streak at the front. MBTI: ENTJ Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw. Alignment: Neutral Good. Affiliations: Coven Member Special Abilities: Earth manipulation, Water manipulation, Telepathy, Catoptromancy

Family

Parents: Walter and Mateo Hawthorne. Sibling(s): Reese Hawthorne. Other relatives: - Relationship: None. Children: None. 

Into the past

tbd

[rhettxhawthorne]

& Theodore

“Avalanche?” Theo asked in slight surprise, “You knew the type from just a glance?” But his question was answered when at the gentle touch the flowers seemed to have been revitalised, and Theo couldn’t help but scoff at the sight, “Earth Witch, should’ve guessed.” A guess would’ve gone at florist too had it not been for the display of magic, he was fine with giving the same flowers that fell when he dismissed the instant thought of getting a fresh bunch, a little dirt and snow hardly bothered him and Theo didn’t mind much if they would have bothered Meena, but he supposed there was no reason to change his mind now, “Ex,” he clarified, “Odd I know, but sentiments do get the best of me sometimes.”

“Well there’s a clear difference between a regular rose and an avalanche. It’s like the luxury upgrade.” Sure, Theodore had caught him. His taught ability had given him a fair share of interest in botany and everything gardening. It was no secret that he harvested his own fruits and vegetables at home. Florist had definitely been in the cards if he hadn’t been striving towards something greater. “I’m sure you can guess for more if you put your mind to it, pops.” He replied. Curious to see if he was able to fish out the other element as well. Maybe he’d find out just how good he really was. “Not a fan of us then, are we?” The male hummed, eyes scanning the other male as if trying to read his every thought. “What are we if not creatures of sentiment and habit. No one of my exes is getting me flowers. Kudos to you. And they say chivalry is dead.” 

[cantfightmoonlight]

"I would agree. Though your supreme may beg to differ," She shook her head at the thought, still shocked to find that the current supreme had felt the need to grieve their non-relationship in such a public manor. "But, sure. A drink sounds good right now. Beer? Questionable, but as long as gets me out of here, lead the way, Hawthorne," She noted, motioning with a tilt of her head towards the exit he had just pointed out.

[rhettxhawthorne]

"I wouldn't know about that. She might surprise you." He held her in high regards, of course. Everyone was allowed to know so. He wasn't quite sure what she meant by her comment however but he also didn't particularly care to know either and to inquire about it. If it was important he'd know soon enough. "Most definitely ma'am." He humoured her, offering her his arm as they made their way towards the exit. Chivalry wasn't completely dead with him. "So, safe to say that the evening is a roaring success. Emphasis on roaring, hm?"

[rxmiddlemasx]

Closed starter for @rhettxhawthorne Location: Ambrosia

In a rented tuxedo, with his hair properly combed, Ralphie thought he could perhaps pass for debonair. And even if he could not, he had been putting on an affected "English" accent all night and pronouncing his name so that it rhymed with "safe." Either way, he had only been in the clan for a few days by now, but evidently enough, existing vampirically among friends had its perks, one of which was being invited to tag along on somebody else's dinner reservation when the preferred party member bailed.

And really, it was the best damn dinner he had eaten in a long time. He did not really need to consume mortal food, of course, but limiting one's own sensory journeys seemed foolish in the scheme of forever. With the chatter flitting about Ambrosia around town too, he had come to satiate other appetites. "So, what is it, love? Pixie magic? Witch magic? Angels?" He muttered on drolly to anyone who would listen as he studied his appearance in a mirror, evidently doing some impersonation of an interview he had seen on television with The Beatles.

[rhettxhawthorne]

He had been watching this numbnut donning his hair in front of his mirror for a while now. Watching from a distance might have made it look hilarious at best, but he was actually watching the man from within the mirror, able to conceal himself within the reflection well enough for the short amount of time before he gave up and decided to meet the man in the flesh.

"Maybe I'm just that good." He replied, having caught his remark just in time to reply on queue. He knew his business was smooth sailing from the little thoughts he collected from every one of his guests. He was majorly amused by how many of them were actually trying to figure it all out. Was it witch magic, pixie? Both?

"Nice attire by the way. I do apologise for the dresscode. It just helps air a certain... Mystique. I am fond of those."

[rhettxhawthorne]

& JC

“What’s up, dude? I’m actually about to hit the road myself. Just on coffee run duty.” JC offered a nod of greeting, picking up a tray containing multiple drink orders for the staff at the ice rink. “We do have a machine in the breakroom, you know. And one behind the concession stand. But I guess it’s not the same.” JC was not much more adventurous in this realm than standard black coffee himself, but he supposed he could understand folks wanting different things. He held up the tray. “Most of this is just caramel and sugar, though. I don’t know why don’t just do candy store runs. It’d be more honest.”

“Sucks.” Part of him was tempted to just be done with it there and then and continue his eavesdropping. Actually, his entire being was tempted. But there was nothing juicy being said that could bring him any closer to the Catalysts identity and truth be told he was bored out of his mind. “Of course it’s not. It’s coffee that’s not as expensive, so it doesn’t taste as well.” He stated the fact. already making his way to open the door for JC, seeing as his hands were otherwise occupied already. “I’ll join you for a walk if you don’t mind. Could do with the fresh air.” He shrugged, an eyebrow arched at the man’s comment. “You should do that next time. Just present them with caramel chews and cotton candy. See how they respond.” He couldn’t understand people who put all the sugar in their coffee, it took away the buzz from it all, what was even the point. No Rhett had his black. Except on the weekend, then he would add just a dash of milk. Why? Not a clue. “And you always get everyone their coffee, or does someone get yours too for a change?” 

[rhettxhawthorne]

& Rohan​

Rohan managed a soft smile, but the expression did not quite reach his eyes. Still, he rolled his shoulders in a semi-sleepy stretch before giving a short laugh. “I’m always in hurry. And to that end, most of my Sunday mornings are actually just Saturday aftermaths. So, this actually isn’t too far off,” he sighed, wrinkling up his nose. He nodded his head. “But sure. I can do with a walk. That said, can it just be a walk? I’m all adventured out. Various ghosts keep sending me on object-finding missions. That sounds like a joke, but it’s rather literal. I dig things up in the woods, like, weekly.” Crossing his arms, Rohan headed for the door. “In any case, I think we can all use a little mundanity right about now, don’t you? Personally, I’ve had enough happenings to last me a few months.”

“That sounds .. Intriguing. So are these ghosts just boyscouts who love sending you on scavenger hunts or are they setting you up to doom us forever by digging up forbidden artefacts?” Rhett was only half-joking. Maybe. Knowing the stunt Rohan had pulled not all too long ago, he wouldn’t put anything past him. Sure he was frustrated of the personal outcome of that stunt, but he had to say Rohan had balls and the coven’s punishment was harsh. Still, he respected it. He had studied dark magic but never dabbled in it, and Rohan did it. He could only admire that sort of tenaciousness. “Nah, mundanity is boring. If there’s anything I’ve learned in my life is that nothing comes for free and the things that happen to us are just challenges. You survived the happenings because you can.” He scoffed, stepping outside. “But don’t listen to me. The higher ups think otherwise.” 

[rhettxhawthorne]

& Nico

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“I’m not banned from hanging out in the Hills, you know,” he protested, clasping Rhett by the arm and pulling him into a brief but tight hug. “I just usually choose not to—unless it’s for pastries.” In fact, he’d come up here to meet Bella Rivas to ask her for a favor, but that wasn’t something he was planning on sharing, even with an old friend. “Sure, I’ll take you up on that. But you’re buying. Not all of us own the most upscale restaurant in Lunar Cove.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. He was proud of what Rhett had accomplished, even though he was suspicious the entire concept of needing formal wear to eat somewhere. But he paused and examined Rhett’s face more carefully. The elder Hawthorne had never been as easy to read as his sister, who was about as subtle as an air horn in a church. So maybe Nico was only projecting, as he picked up on the flicker of tension in his jaw, but he wasn’t one to distrust his instincts. “How’re you holding up?” he asked bluntly.

Even with his abilities, Rhett hadn’t seen the hug coming. And even with his telepathy, just knowing Nico should have allowed him to expect the physical greeting. And yet he just stood there awkwardly, still processing what was going on and just when he wanted to respond and hug his friend back, the moment had passed -- better luck next time. “You and your fascination with pastries never ceases to amaze me.” He shook his head at the other announcing he was buying their drink,already turning to go to the check out line so they could order. “I worked hard for it, so it better be making money.” His smile twitched a little once he heard the fine print of what Nico thought of his businessplan. There were a lot of people around who were suspicious of the place. How did they know what they wanted, what was the deal with the evening attire, whats up with all the mirrors. And he never answered them. He liked the mystery. “Just fine.” He responded to the question, eyes gazing upon the man’s features as he knew he was trying to crack the code. “And you? What brought you here if not for the pastries? I’m not stealing you from someone, am I?” He tactfully countered, looking ahead at the menu board even though he was just going to go for his usual already.

[rhettxhawthorne]

& Rohan Persaud

Rohan had increased his caffeine intake only because he had not been sleeping. Ever since the chaos of the holiday, his dreams of Halloween had returned in earnest, leaving him wide-eyed and restless by night and bleary and disheveled by day. It was that little fragment of his soul, he thought, the corrupted corner calling back out to the allure of darkness. He would not give into it, of course. He would not give in. But tragic heroes fell to the thirst of revenge all the time; it would at least be an homage to tradition. What a crummy thought. Rohan blinked a few times, startled from his own stupor, to offer a weak smile. “Oh, uh…well, I’m a Daily Drip loyalist. Lovely as it is here, I only come in when I’m in a hurry. What I mean is, I’d be happy for another cup, but please don’t tell anyone, hm? They’ll think I’m a traitor.” A mirthless attempt at easy banter.

At first glance, Rohan had come across as exhausted. Rhett wasn’t one to comment on such trivial matters anyway, but he had been lacking good company so what gave if Rohan was just that. As long as they wouldn’t go to small talk, he detested small talk. “Is this you in a hurry? Because I have to say, it looks more like a Sunday morning, kudos to you.” Rhett bantered right back at him, offering him a smirk afterwards. “I do have to say that this place lacks what the Daily Drip has. So if you’ve got the time for it, I don’t mind a little trip myself.” A wink, and then his hand gesturing into the right direction. “See it as a little adventure.” 

[rhettxhawthorne]

starter for @crescentcrowd​ | Reese  location: the Ambrosia.

Rhett hadn’t done any physical checking up on the family. He had spoken to his father over the phone, who shared they were alright. He hadn’t asked but he had seen how Reese was. She had been doing fine physically so that’s all he needed to know for him to carry on his business. He had never been the sentimental one anyway, so no one expected him to be. So he had just been preparing for business at the Ambrosia, stocking up on the supplies calmed his thoughts, for they were racing most of the time anyway, and not just his own. From a distance he heard the entrance door open and close. Now the Ambrosia had no cameras. He didn’t need any. ‘Protecting the privacy of his clients’ and all that. But nothing stopped him from spying himself through the many mirrors that were hung all through the building. 

Blue hues stared intensely against their own reflection until its prospect began to morph, concentrating intensively as he scoured until they found what had disturbed him from his work. An unexpected guest. His eyes squeezed shut, losing the connection with the portal. A breath escaped him, grabbing the tea canister in front of him as he made his way back out to the front of the restaurant. “Hey little sis.” He greeted her when he just made his way around the corner, placing the canister among the others on the barista stand. “You okay?”

[rhettxhawthorne]

location: the caffeine crypt.

Eyes peered into the distance as his index finger tapped away on the page in front of him, a half filled in crossword puzzle on his lap as he watched the world around him. Despite what had happened during the holiday, it seemed most people had continued with their lives, either pretending as if nothing had happened or just not caring. Meanwhile Rhett’s mind was running at a fast pace, dozens of thoughts buzzing through like a printing press printing one word after the other, simply trying to see if there was something that stood out. It was however not by hearing but by seeing that he recognised someone familiar, standing up to face them. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Care to join me for a refill?” 

[nyraxodeyer]

for: open to all (except Meena!) @lunarcovestarters​ location: some random street

It was not lost on him, the time and importance given to setting up inane decorations compared to that expended into searching for him, though he was present for this holiday Theo was equating the efforts made to the many others he had missed. But it was fine, silly little town and their silly little celebrations which once upon a time he might have come to enjoy, but now feelings were voiced loud and clear in the way his hand tightened around the stems of the fresh flowers he just bought. And one would think given the grip he’d still be holding it but at the bump into another person, the flowers dropped with ease onto the footpath, “What a shame,” he voiced out the concern with an absence of emotion in direct correlation to how he felt now about the receiver of said flowers. “Those were a good bunch.” And why waste them? With the tip of shoe he nudged them closer, unbothered if snow or dirt mixed in as he picked them up, “What do you say? Still good?” 

[rhettxhawthorne]

Rhett had never really cared for the holiday. He felt the commercialism around it was more present than the thought around it. Everyone wanted something and most felt entitled to actually getting it. Flowers, jewellery, chocolates. Just as worse as Christmas was. He never really got the spirit for that one either. Though it was definitely good for business, there was no denying that. Florists sure were hitting the books. Especially when those flowers appeared on sidewalks mere minutes after. “They were. Avalanche roses. Good taste.” He uttered. Not to mistake his knowledge of anything nature for him being into the holiday and its perks. It came with the territory. “Hmm. Maybe.” he breathed, letting his shoulders slump before he reached out, focusing on the flowers and giving them just that extra to make them last longer. “They will now. For the misses, I take it?” 

[cantfightmoonlight]

@lunarcovestarters

Meena had been attending as many of the Single's Week events as she could as Mayor. It was good to show face, especially with everything that had been going on recently. They may have secured a win by uncovering the previous Clan Leader's whereabouts, but some would likely not see it that way. Understandably so. She wasn't quite sure herself if Theo being back was a good thing, but as much as of a cold hearted bitch as she may appear, he was better off alive and not dead. So, why did she still have this dreadful feeling tightening up within in her chest? The Break-Up Bar & Exhibit was meant to be comforting. She was surrounded by bean bag chairs and trays passing through the crowds of comfort food, but the longer she stood there, sipping away at her wine, her eyes scanning the wall of mementos from failed relationships, she couldn't help, feel out of place amongst the current crowd. "What in the-" Her eyes widened as she blinked over at one of submissions that had clearly been about her, not quite sure why they had saved a mug she had used once, let alone a napkin, when they had never actually dated, but she guessed she could chalk that up to the long list of things in her life she was currently trying to avoid dealing with.

"Okay, well, I can't even deal with that right now, so how are you?" She asked, turning to the person beside her with a raised brow. "Please tell me you're just here for the beanbag chairs, free food or drinks and are not planning to add something to well... that?"

[rhettxhawthorne]

"I don't even want to know what that is. Sounds like a childish game to me." He didn't even know why he was there in the first place. The free drinks definitely helped however. He had observed the evening pass by, noticed who was inebriated and who wasn't, or who faked. All he knew was that he wanted it to be over with as soon as possible. "I mean, we can drink a beer outside as well. Gets us both out of here and no one will bat an eye?" He offered, leaning backwards and nudging towards the exit. "I promise I won't be as embarrassing as the rest that will follow."

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RICHARD MADDEN as Ikaris ETERNALS (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao