Landon Hawthorne
Anthem of the Angels
Nickname
Lan
Gender
Male
Age
17
Species
Human
Sexuality
Bisexual
Description
Landon stands at an almost pathetic 5’8”. Despite this, his build – that of possessing broad shoulders and rather lean muscles on his arms and his chest – is usually able to deter anybody from picking on him. His hands are those of a musician, the digits of both hands slender and elongated from the piano, the pads of his left hand calloused from the guitar. His eyes are his pride and joy. A far cry from the usual monochromatic gaze that belongs to most people, Landon’s eyes are different. The right, blue. The left, green. A strange combination, just like his hair. At first, it had been dyed on a whim. A dare, by a friend, to bleach the dark bangs that hung in front of his face. He took it on easily, and when it was discovered that it actually looked good on him, Landon kept the look. The dyed hair was only the start of what would be an almost entire upheaval of his previous appearance. Where his skin used to be tanned from hours spent outdoors, it began to pale when he started spending more time indoors, stationed with his guitar, sheets of paper in front of him. Where there used to be no ink on his body at all, Landon now possesses a tattoo of a pair of wings on the back of his right shoulder. He got a piercing, when his horrified caretakers asked him how else he was planning on mutilating and torturing his body, just to taunt them. Landon carries himself with an air of confidence, his gaze filled with the knowledge that there is still much the world does not know – but knowledge and wisdom that he possesses. Nonetheless, most people tend to be unable to get past the smirk that often finds itself dancing on his lips. He has a British accent.
Personality
Arrogant in his words, cocky in his attitude. Recklessness drives his actions, stubbornness his interactions with people. Aggressive and temperamental, Landon does not like to be opposed. An expert in both the art of sarcasm and the art of swordplay, Landon almost never fails to launch a perfect comment at the perfect moment. Fear and confusion are strangers to Landon’s arsenal of facial expressions. But that does not mean they are a stranger to his body. Landon’s emotions, especially those that might make him appear weak, tend to be bottled up. However, they are often very, very present in his music. His words and his songs are his way of expressing what his spoken voice cannot. Landon usually does not like to open himself up to others, but he practically thrives off of learning what makes other people tick. Never one to hold back an opinion, there has rarely been a debate that Landon has not either started or has taken a side on. And well, if there is ever an argument that words cannot settle, Landon’s hand is very quick to go to the nearest weapon. If there is no weapon nearby, then fists tend to work just as well. He lacks a certain sort of awareness of what others think of him, although whether because this is a result of his indifference toward their attitudes, or a talent in blocking them out remains unknown.
Likes
Music/Composing
Cats
Poetry/Writing
Being right
Eating
Running
Meteor showers
The paranormal/supernatural
Learning about other people’s secrets
Dislikes
Being proven wrong
Noisy, smelly dogs
Closed spaces
The thought of dying one day
Having himself looked through
Being vulnerable
The cold
Smokers
Fears
Claustrophobia – The fear of closed, small or crowded spaces
Thanatophobia – The fear of dying
Losing what is precious to him
Being confused
Gerascophobia – The fear of getting old
Suitcase Contents
His guitar, clothes to last him several weeks, candy, instant food, a water bottle, his camera, a notepad, his phone, his iPod, some books, his jack knife, pencils, laptop
History
Landon never knew his parents. Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage in London, it was soon discovered that Landon was the illegitimate child of an estranged Duke and his maid. Nonetheless, Landon never pursued his real heritage, in fact, publicly disowning his real parents to anybody that asked him if he knew. At the age of thirteen, it was discovered that the cousins of the maid that was his mother were willing to take him in. They lived in America and as such, Landon was sent there. He never referred to either of them as mother or father, and instead, called them his ‘caretakers’. They got along fine, until Landon really hit his teenage years. He hit them hard. Belated as it was, the perfect world that his caretakers had created came crashing down around their ears when Landon discovered the electric guitar, the piano, and four others willing to make a band with him. He’s run away several times before, always eventually found and bodily carried back to the home of his supposed ‘parents’. Eventually, though, as the fights reached a breaking point, Landon ran away again. This time…this time, he is now in the custody of Lord, Vanalee and Hirach Au’Far.
Secrets
Nobody knows of Landon’s fear of aging or dying. He keeps it well under wraps. As well, he might have a little crush on someone very, very forbidden.
Hex Code
#3D59AB
Room and Partner
(To Be Determined)
Other
He likes taking photos of objects.
Anthem of the Angels
Nickname
Lan
Gender
Male
Age
17
Species
Human
Sexuality
Bisexual
Description
Landon stands at an almost pathetic 5’8”. Despite this, his build – that of possessing broad shoulders and rather lean muscles on his arms and his chest – is usually able to deter anybody from picking on him. His hands are those of a musician, the digits of both hands slender and elongated from the piano, the pads of his left hand calloused from the guitar. His eyes are his pride and joy. A far cry from the usual monochromatic gaze that belongs to most people, Landon’s eyes are different. The right, blue. The left, green. A strange combination, just like his hair. At first, it had been dyed on a whim. A dare, by a friend, to bleach the dark bangs that hung in front of his face. He took it on easily, and when it was discovered that it actually looked good on him, Landon kept the look. The dyed hair was only the start of what would be an almost entire upheaval of his previous appearance. Where his skin used to be tanned from hours spent outdoors, it began to pale when he started spending more time indoors, stationed with his guitar, sheets of paper in front of him. Where there used to be no ink on his body at all, Landon now possesses a tattoo of a pair of wings on the back of his right shoulder. He got a piercing, when his horrified caretakers asked him how else he was planning on mutilating and torturing his body, just to taunt them. Landon carries himself with an air of confidence, his gaze filled with the knowledge that there is still much the world does not know – but knowledge and wisdom that he possesses. Nonetheless, most people tend to be unable to get past the smirk that often finds itself dancing on his lips. He has a British accent.
Personality
Arrogant in his words, cocky in his attitude. Recklessness drives his actions, stubbornness his interactions with people. Aggressive and temperamental, Landon does not like to be opposed. An expert in both the art of sarcasm and the art of swordplay, Landon almost never fails to launch a perfect comment at the perfect moment. Fear and confusion are strangers to Landon’s arsenal of facial expressions. But that does not mean they are a stranger to his body. Landon’s emotions, especially those that might make him appear weak, tend to be bottled up. However, they are often very, very present in his music. His words and his songs are his way of expressing what his spoken voice cannot. Landon usually does not like to open himself up to others, but he practically thrives off of learning what makes other people tick. Never one to hold back an opinion, there has rarely been a debate that Landon has not either started or has taken a side on. And well, if there is ever an argument that words cannot settle, Landon’s hand is very quick to go to the nearest weapon. If there is no weapon nearby, then fists tend to work just as well. He lacks a certain sort of awareness of what others think of him, although whether because this is a result of his indifference toward their attitudes, or a talent in blocking them out remains unknown.
Likes
Music/Composing
Cats
Poetry/Writing
Being right
Eating
Running
Meteor showers
The paranormal/supernatural
Learning about other people’s secrets
Dislikes
Being proven wrong
Noisy, smelly dogs
Closed spaces
The thought of dying one day
Having himself looked through
Being vulnerable
The cold
Smokers
Fears
Claustrophobia – The fear of closed, small or crowded spaces
Thanatophobia – The fear of dying
Losing what is precious to him
Being confused
Gerascophobia – The fear of getting old
Suitcase Contents
His guitar, clothes to last him several weeks, candy, instant food, a water bottle, his camera, a notepad, his phone, his iPod, some books, his jack knife, pencils, laptop
History
Landon never knew his parents. Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage in London, it was soon discovered that Landon was the illegitimate child of an estranged Duke and his maid. Nonetheless, Landon never pursued his real heritage, in fact, publicly disowning his real parents to anybody that asked him if he knew. At the age of thirteen, it was discovered that the cousins of the maid that was his mother were willing to take him in. They lived in America and as such, Landon was sent there. He never referred to either of them as mother or father, and instead, called them his ‘caretakers’. They got along fine, until Landon really hit his teenage years. He hit them hard. Belated as it was, the perfect world that his caretakers had created came crashing down around their ears when Landon discovered the electric guitar, the piano, and four others willing to make a band with him. He’s run away several times before, always eventually found and bodily carried back to the home of his supposed ‘parents’. Eventually, though, as the fights reached a breaking point, Landon ran away again. This time…this time, he is now in the custody of Lord, Vanalee and Hirach Au’Far.
Secrets
Nobody knows of Landon’s fear of aging or dying. He keeps it well under wraps. As well, he might have a little crush on someone very, very forbidden.
Hex Code
#3D59AB
Room and Partner
(To Be Determined)
Other
He likes taking photos of objects.