hello, hello. sorry i’m so late, i don’t really have an excuse but i’m going to blame daylight savings like everyone else even though we don’t have that here. i’m honey and this is my son, hawthorne blackwood. there’s like a little bit of something and a whole bunch of nothing, but i’ve queued up all replies and will plot with everyone during the day.
[ JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] — HAWTHORNE BLACKWOOD is a FIFTY-THREE year old WITCH residing in amity hollow. FATHER BLACKWOOD is known for supporting the HOUSE OF NIGHT while being THE MAYOR of AMITY HOLLOW. words to describe them would be THE SMELL OF SULFUR AFTER A MATCH IS STRUCK, THE CLARITY OF A FULL MOON, and THE GROAN OF THE FOREST SETTLING JUST BEFORE DAWN. — [ HONEY. 23. SHE/HER. HST. ]
hawthorne’s arrival in amity hollow was announced with the single wolf’s cry. he crossed into city limits in the shroud of the shadows &., in the next instant, crossed into the headmaster’s quarters at the academy of unseen arts --- or so we hope. no one really saw him enter the town, he just appeared.
just like the colors of fall, he faded into the background. &. father hawke faded as well. the frost blew in &. hawthorne bided his time, teaching children to summon demons without names.
two and a half decades under his belt, &. he indulges in carnal pleasures. its what satan would want. he indulges &. indulges until he is sick of it. sick with it. it stains his fingers like crushed summer berries &. satan chuckles.
the rain is relentless. moss creeps along the edge of buildings marking the passage of time. everyone is faceless. the rain is the new heart beat of the town and she is relentless like a war drum.
the chill THREATENED to stay, as did father hawke, but they both knew that hawthorne only arrived in time to replace him -- everyone knew.
the snow melts, &. like all great beasts who rest through the winter, hawthrone is HUNGRY.
father hawke passes in the night. everyone knows because his familiar, a basset hound, yelps once &. then a warmth like fire fills the academy for a week straight. some wish for the COMFORT of the snow.
spring arrives &. in the bloom, hawthorne falls into step. the coven has plateaued, no one is dying but tensions are like stained glass -- brittle.
they throw a feast &. the fruits aren’t ready yet. they bite back and all the mouths in the hall are filled with bloody, pointed TEETH.
praise satan! they chant in unison. a stroked ego that isn’t his own unravels in his chest -- 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓!! indeed.
everyone goes to bed early that night. the moon is full, glossy, &. beams down upon the guilty. everyone is guilty. another wolf cries.
about.
familiar - oswald ( osprey )
loyalty - satan, house of night, the blackwoods
medium - blood
hawthorne blackwood was raised by witches. his parents were witches as were their parents &. theirs. magic had always been apart of his life &. the thought of being without it had never crossed his mind.
either the meaninglessness of traditionalism or a lack of anything better to hold onto, hawthorne knew of nothing else than the dark lord. his own dark baptism was nothing special, &. without hesitation, beneath a shower of meteors, he signed his name in the book of the beast.
throughout his own education he excelled in conjuring &. demon trapping. as he developed his own craft, many nights were spent between meditating &. ensnaring demons to work for him
a quarter of century in &. hawthorne leaves his own local coven to travel. he travels, makes connections, &. leaves behind a wake of cursed land.
a prideful man, hawthorne’s outlook on life is very direct. he wields the truth like a weapon, pointing out flaws &. facts in a way that is neither respectful nor particularly gentle. this doesn’t mean he doesn’t see the value in lying, but intrinsically he values the truth.
protective of his family &. his heritage -- he can be defensive and will tend to side with witches over any other supernatural entity as he sees them as better than.
despite having a position in the coven that requires him to be open &. available to any witch of night who may need him, hawthorne will do everything he can to guard his privacy. he’s been forced to open up more to the town that has been the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long time.
i hope my fake aesthetics swept my tardiness beneath the rug.









