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Ethan Hawke

Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters.

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a character in “Thicker Than Water”, as played by CyberGlowfly

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⌈ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ⌋




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⌈Name⌋
Ethan Xavier Hawke

⌈Nickname⌋
Hawk || X

⌈Age⌋
93 || Looks 28-30

⌈Gender⌋
Male

⌈Race⌋
Mixed

⌈Sexuality⌋
Bisexual

⌈Role⌋
Head Sentry

⌈Face Claim⌋
Shemar Moore






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⌈Hair Color⌋
The amount of hair on this man's head is little to none but it is a dark sienna brown.

⌈Eye Color⌋
A dark cocoa brown with red tints.

⌈Height⌋
Ethan is the height of 6'1", intimidating many with his size.

⌈Weight⌋
He is a average weight of 210 lbs with a good amount of that being muscle.

⌈Scars⌋
He has a large scar across his back from when he was human. He earned it on one of the cases he performed as a officer, trying to save a young child.

⌈Physical Description⌋
A well built young adult that has caramel skin is a way to describe the male that stands in the position of Head Sentry. Due to many years of police work and martial arts training, Ethan has developed a very nice muscle system. He has one tattoo. The lion face is in black ink and is on his upper bicep, stretching from one side to the other. His facial hair is normally cut short, but it is commonly known as a circle beard, encasing his mouth with dark short hair. Known as a very attractive man when he was considered as a human. He attracted many women and was a elegant bachelor. But that soon changed when he was bitten by a merciless vampire. His fangs are an inch and a half long.








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⌈Personality⌋Image
Blunt | Intelligent | Mature | Loyal | MysteriousImageImage
Throughout his life, Ethan has been a very honest person, almost to the point where you think he is being mean. If your cat died, he would tell you the straight out truth then try to sympathize with you, not try to sugarcoat it from the start. His intelligence is beyond many human's comprehension. Holding a eidectic and photographic memory, Ethan can remember mostly everything he sees. Even though he is a very young vampire, his maturity surpasses that of many older vampires. Due to his upbringing as a human, his loyalty is greater than normal vampires. Unlike some, he only has one lover and normally tries to keep drinking from the same blood source. Ethan normally doesn't drink when he needs to, seeing other things as more important, pushing him into a state of starvation then normally drinks a lot of blood from his blood source. Other than that, not much is known about the young vampire that takes the place of Head Sentry.

Hobbies
❖ Mountain Biking
❖ Martial Arts
❖ Teaching Part Time

Habits
❖ Pacing the floor when worried
❖ Not eating till on the brink of starvation
❖ Working too much

Oddities
❖ Perfectionist

Likes
❖ Guns
❖ Pink Lemonade
❖ Bike Riding
❖ People who do what they are supposed to
❖ Coffee

Dislikes
❖ The purpose of Blood Slaves
❖ Laziness
❖ Sand





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Image⌈Place of Origin⌋
Chicago, Illinois

⌈Birth Date⌋
April 17th, 1921

⌈History⌋
Ethan is the son of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. During high school, Ethan was popular from his sophomore year to graduation; he confided to a friend that during his freshman year, he got his "ass kicked every day". He went to Northwestern University on a football scholarship and is a honor graduate in law, holds a black belt in judo, ran self-defense classes, served in a bomb squad unit, and worked as a Chicago police officer. His two sisters, Sarah and Desirée, and he grew up in a tough Chicago neighborhood.

At the age of ten, Ethan was a witness to the shooting death of his father, a police officer. After his father's death, Morgan struggled somewhat with youthful fighting, earning him a juvenile criminal record. He was taken under the wing of a local youth center coordinator. The man acted as a surrogate father to Ethan, helping Ethan to obtain the aforementioned football scholarship, but he was also sexually abusing him, which Ethan revealed several years later, under extreme stress.

When Ethan finished school, he ended up settling down with a college crush and they were together for a long time. Until the incident. One night on the job as a police officer, he was checking a reported disturbance of the peace. He had approached the house carefully and when he went to the door, the residents seemed nice enough. They invited him in but he was hesitant at first. He slowly walked in though and they spent the evening together. Later, he was attacked by the same people that showed him hospitality and he was turned. The pain was excruciating, like nothing he had ever felt before.



Happiest Memory
His Mother's 45th birthday when his entire family had gotten together.
Saddest Memory
His love dying while he continued to live as an immortal monster.

So begins...

Ethan Hawke's Story

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Character Portrait: Danika Petrova Character Portrait: Rory Faith Beckman Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Ethan Hawke
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ImageEthan found himself standing on the side of the street, hood over his head and watched his surroundings. He looked like many of the bums that lived out on the streets but he was much more than that. He is surveying the streets for his brethren and will soon go in and report to Caius, the Doyen of his coven. Nothing truly unusual except for the amount of people passing in the streets. Less than most nights and that was something to report. As he made his way home he was staggering here and there from blood withdraw. He tried not to drink for blood slaves because he despised why they were there in the first place. He didn't do this because he wanted to. He did this because he had to. He walked up the cold stone steps of the entrance and then paused at the door before composing himself and walking inside. He immediately went to the kitchen, seeing the Doyen there. He bowed to the Doyen then began to report. "Caius. There aren't as many humans strolling the streets and this might have a impact with us. It's very insignificant but I wanted to inform you just in case."



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ImageRory resided in her room most of the night(day?), sleepless after waking from a nightmare. They were becoming more frequent and they often had her and the rest of her coven members in a very barbaric machine, much like a gallows but strong enough to where that vampires couldn't break it. She always woke up in night sweats then walked the house, making sure her comrades were okay. Checking every bed, every room and often running into people that were still awake. She kept to herself and normally doesn't like coming out of her room. She hadn't come out in three days actually and right about now was the time when Caius would come to get her like a child. He was the one that saved her that night so way back when. She had many books in her room, often reading then re-reading the books in the same week. Classics like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Catcher in the Rye and other novels. Some were newer novels that she had received for special occasions. Right now she was sitting indian style on her bed, re-reading To Kill A Mockingbird for the 6th time in her life.

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The brunette male startled awake, another interesting dream. He hadn't slept any at all the day and even night before. He looked aorund his room and fumbled for his phone. Scrolling through it he sighed. As he got up, he decided to get dressed. Getting dressed in his typical garb. An old band tee-shirt with a set of black jeans. He laced up his boots, and walked outside. He looked up at the crisp dark sky and gave a grin "Time for dinner." he spoke with a tired voice, and started to head towards the forest. Castiel, had taken up drinking animal blood, to survive. He sat in the woods, before his eyes darted towards a deer. He sped towards it and drained it if blood.

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His hand was gliding over the back of a couch, fingers tapping rhythmically on the leather, when he first sensed her. It wasn't so much sensing, really, as it was smelling. But there was something that made her stand out and seem...different. He couldn't manage to put a finger on it. He would have turned then to address his blood slave, but Danika entered and addressed him first.

"Ave." The Latin greeting still came more easily to him than "hello". His voice, still raspy from speechlessness overnight, rang with a subtle English accent. The elderly vampire looked toward the much younger female. He wasn't exactly expecting eye contact from her, but he was surprised to see her focusing on Annelise. Initially, he worried she was looking longingly at her, wishing she could drink from the girl. However, judging by the subtly concerned expression on her face, he realized she was concerned by the girl.

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As Danika left the room, Caius turned and faced Annelise. He made no attempt to hide the frown on his lips as he walked over. He'd already noticed the paleness of her complexion from further away, thanks to his heightened senses. However, as he came to a stop inches before her, Caius noticed how much paler than usual she looked. He frowned and slowly grabbed her wrist, looking analytically at the light blue veins that traveled beneath her flesh. "You have not eaten," he stated it as a fact, leaving no room for lies or rebuttal. His eyes were a light vermillion, and he narrowed them at her. "Have you any sense? Did you wish to perish, girl? I can not feed from you in this state..."

His annoyance was far from subtle as he moved toward the kitchen and beckoned for Annelise to follow him. "You risk not only your safety, but the safety of me and the entire coven." It was a lot of weight to place on her shoulders, but he felt it was the most effective way to go about convincing her to break her fast. He moved toward the blinds and pushed them aside with two fingers to peer outside again. Perhaps he would head out to spend the night at a live music club. If not, he knew he'd confine himself to his room the entire night. While Annelise hopefully ate, Caius heard a voice to his side.

"Caius. There aren't as many humans strolling the streets, and this might have an impact on us. It's very insignificant, but I wanted to inform you just in case." Caius gave a nod, brow furrowing subtly.

"I do hope they are not purposefully straying from the streets around here." He gave a subtle sigh and turned to the Head Sentry as he rose from his bow. "Has it just recently become a trend? Perhaps it is merely the lack of entertainment here." He'd readily admit that there was little to do around the old Victorian. He had hoped the surrounding area might be bought and made into a club or a bar, but that had yet to happen. Perhaps he would do so himself and take the initiative. They always needed more blood slaves. "I shall look into it tonight...thank you, Ethan." He inclined his head briefly and politely at the young man. He looked back to Annelise and took a step toward her, fangs subconsciously extending. "Have you eaten, then?"

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Instantly, Annelise relaxed in his arms and gave a small smile as their eyes met. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as she pressed closer to him on instinct, giving a small whimper as blood started flowing from her rapidly and gripping his shoulders a bit tighter.

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The slave waited silently, only smiling as she clutched her neck, a trace of pain barely lacing her features. She was content as long as she could do something good for her master. She flashed a weak grin when their eyes met again, taking the cloth gratefully and murmuring a thank you as she applied pressure to the new wound. With a small sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck limply, leaning into his chest now as she let her breathing slow.


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Footsteps slammed across the pavement, quickening when another person was near. Alastair kept his head down and his hood up, desperately trying to hide the blood that soaked his shirt and covered his face. He wasn't normally a messy eater, but that girl would stop fighting him so he couldn't help the blood going all over and had to wipe her memory before knocking her out and patching her up. He rolled his eyes at the memory of her screaming frantically and writhing against his every action. The Irishman sighed with relief at the sight of the house, hurrying in and slamming the door shut, hearing a scream of fear at the noise from Annelise. Great, all he needed was Caius and his lapdog awake right now.

Hesitantly he walked into the kitchen, groaning at the amount of coven members present. "I'm not in the mood to hear it." He started, knowing he would be reprimanded for his actions as he walked past Caius, narrowing his eyes at Annelise while she stared at him in horror.

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Character Portrait: Danika Petrova Character Portrait: Alastair Devlin Character Portrait: Rory Faith Beckman Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Ethan Hawke
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ImageEthan nodded to the Doyen then went over to the young woman standing by the fridge. She had white liquid in a glass which he assumed was milk. He looked at her and tried to begin a conversation. After all, they both had a very big part in the Coven's success. "So how are you today Ms. Petrova?" He inquired, subconsiously holding his neck as he tried to ignore the smell of blood that came from Anneliese and off of Alastair's fangs.






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ImageRory continued reading. Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries, and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, ‘My father – ’ Jem was football crazy. Atticus was never too tired to play keep-away, but when Jem wanted to tackle him Atticus would say, ‘I’m too old for that, son.’ Our father didn't do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore. Atticus did not drive a dump-truck for the county, he was not the sheriff, he did not farm, work in a garage, or do anything that could possibly arouse the admiration of anyone. Besides that, he wore glasses. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye. She stopped reading, wondering why it was so quiet in the house. She slowly made her way to the staircase, listening for movement and speech.

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Caius slowly wiped the remaining blood from his lips with a stroke or two of his thumbs, pinching his lips together as his fangs slowly retracted. His other hand was the one that rested upon her shoulder, but he slowly let that fall, too. His eyes slowly darkened in color, becoming a more saturated, burgundy color. He watched her afterwards as she pressed the cloth to her neck. Two thousand years gave one enough time to be able to assess emotions of another. He could see the pain that laced her features subtly, yet there was a blissful look on her countenance, too. He'd never known what it was like to be fed upon continuously, for the only time a vampire had fed from him was when he also joined the ranks of the undead. He couldn't imagine the feeling of fangs digging into flesh felt good.

Her neck was exposed briefly as she applied the cloth. Small, circular marks peppered the same area, more or less, indicating where he continuously fed. Similar marks could be found on her wrists, most likely, for he had fed there when he was less familiar with the girl. Her arms wrapped around his neck slowly as she pressed against him. Under normal circumstances, he would not have welcomed the touch from a human. However, he allowed her to cling to him, for he knew he couldn't let Annelise wander with an open wound. It was far too risky, and he knew it would be difficult to find another human healthy enough to feed from.

"Are you feeling alright?" The question was part of a subconscious routine now. It was a bit pointless, really, for who could be "alright" when they'd just had blood sucked from their neck? Still, it was the thought that counted, no? As he waited for a response, the front door opened.

"I'm not in the mood to hear it." Had he not been sated at that point, perhaps Caius would have turned on the younger vampire in a blood-fueled rage. He managed to keep his wits about him, however, as the strong stench of blood overwhelmed his heightened senses, bathing him in the comforting scent. The scene before him was far from comforting: covered in blood, Alastair moved through the kitchen, past the Doyen. Caius's paternal love for the younger man began roughly a century ago. What both lacked, the other could give. Just as parents a children fought, however, Caius and Alastair suffered from their fair share of arguments and disagreements. It didn't help that they were both nearly equals in the coven, for the two constantly contradicted each other.
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His grip on Annelise loosened as he looked at the younger vampire, more or less his son, in shock. "What...what did you do?!" His voice began soft, still slightly garbled from the blood. As the outrage built up, however, he found his voice and projected. As Alastair continued to walk, he reluctantly moved away from Annelise and trailed after the Regent. "Are you mad, Alastair?" Suddenly, assuming the young vampire continued to walk away, he grabbed him by the shoulder and turned Alastair to face him. Caius's pale fingers gripped the other vampire's shoulders as he leaned in closer, burgundy eyes flashing with anger. "Do tell me you at least disposed of the body! I did not form this coven for you to murder humans and parade with their blood smearing on your clothing!" His brow furrowed, lips curling back in anger as his fangs began to appear again. "You not only risk exposing us, you risk exposing yourself to the diseases mankind has brought upon themselves!" He almost mentioned Lydia and her gruesome end, but he knew he would be unable to find the courage within to do so. He had yet to come to terms with her death himself.