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Hawthorn Lawrence [FG]

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Published: Sep 19, 2017

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_{Welp, fingers crossed people. This all turned out much longer than I thought it would, yikes.

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Name: Hawthorn Lawrence
Age: 25
Date of Birth: May 26th
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5'6, 128lbs

Species: Pure
Biome: Aquatic
Flower: Water Hawthorn
Occupation: Gardner
Ranking: Level 1
Bloom Trait: [Hopeful Environmentalist]

Relationship Status: Single

[STATS]

HP:[Health Points - Amount of health]
STR:[Strength - Level of physical muscularity]
DEX:[Dexterity - Level of flexibility or nimbleness]
CON:[Constitution - Level of hardiness of one's body structure]
INT:[Intelligence - Known knowledge from sources]
WIS:[Wisdom - Personal experience and knowledge not found in sources]
CHA:[Charisma - Level of charm]

[APPEARANCE]

Hair Color: White, shoulder length and often pulled to the right side in a braid.
Eye Color: Crystal blue, light and wide

Physical | External Appearance:
Hawthorn is striking when it comes to physical appearance, standing out in the way his mother had: dark skin peppered with freckles and hardly any other blemish, and snow white hair that perfectly contrasts. His siblings all had the same dark hair of their father, it was the thing place where Hawthorn stood out among his siblings. Crystal blue eyes stand out as well, sometimes flecking the faintest shade of grey when the weather turns cold. His build lean and thin, though he is often wearing heavier sweaters due to his dislike of cold weather.

His flowers are particularly concentrated to his head and left side, sometimes heavy enough that they make him off balance. He has flowers all along his left arm, sometimes making it difficult to move freely, and some have started to bloom at his ribs. He plucks these and any roots that grow at his chest and neck, as when he was a child they made it difficult to breathe.

Typically, water hawthorns stand straight and upright on the water's surface, but Hawthorn's "weep" and fall downward. These "weeping" flowers are a trait his mother also had. This is considered to be weak among other other pure water hawthorns.

[PURPOSE]

Purpose
Purpose has always been a fickle thing for the youngest of the Lawrence family. He grew up wanting nothing more than to help his family achieve their dreams, giving up his own passions to ensure his family was able to follow theirs. For a long while that seemed to be a purpose he strived towards, watching his family achieve their goals.

Now into adulthood, having to face finding a path on his own, Hawthorn struggles. His siblings all seemed to know their paths and followed it with utter surety. Hawthorn has never been sure what he wants, hesitant about voicing his own desires. If he's asked about his own drive and the things he wants to accomplish, he often waves his hands and lists of a series of different activities, never settling on one.

In other words, he has no idea.

His purpose has always been interwoven with others. He is still searching for something to move him forward. He thrives in tending to gardens and found life with keeping it fertile and green. At the moment, learning more about the earth and the plants that inhabit it is as much a purpose as he could latch onto.

[HISTORY | PERSONALITY]

Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Likes:
Fruit Vegetables | Seafood, especially shellfish | Swimming | Gardening | Family | Iced Tea | Helping people

Dislikes:
Meat | Feeling useless | Bringing up the past | Cold | Tight fitting clothing | Bananas | Cruelty

Hobbies/Talents:
Though Hawthorn grew up thinking he had little talent in anything, often overshadowed by his four older siblings, he isn't without his own. While Hawthorn dedicated much of his youth to helping others, he does in fact have a knack for gardening. He'd never tell you his vegetables are the tastiest or that his flowers bloom the brightest, but he takes pride in them all the same. He has what his mother called green fingers, an intuitive knowing of a plant's delicate needs.

Aside from an affinity for swimming and a love for cooking, but a talent that Hawthorn doesn't see in himself is his ability to help others. While it has been an almost instinctual drive to put others above himself, he has a seemingly natural aptitude for inspiring those around him. Quiet encouragement and genuine interest in other people, basic kindness that so many can't seem to muster. His mother often said his siblings would not have gotten as far as they had, would not have tried as hard, if it hadn't been for Hawthorn's continued guidance and help.

Personality

Hawthorn has no judgment, and is compassionate to every single person he meets. He knows everyone follows different paths, he knows that everyone has lived a different life and makes decisions for different reasons. He does believe that, deep down, most people are good. In that way he is nurturing, always hoping to bring the best out of people and encourage them to do their very best. Hawthorn finds himself often drawn to people struggling, wanting to help in anyway he can.

In many ways he is accommodating, Hawthorn often lets his own passions fall away to give others help. However, over the years he's gotten better and making sure he keeps his own health and wellbeing a priority. (At the very least a secondary priority.)

Although Hawthorn's kindness has often been mistaken for nativity, the young man has seen enough in the world to know there are dark places. He is worldly, having seen and experienced enough for his lifetime. He knows not everyone is good. He knows people are cruel and have greedy intention. He knows all this, but he chooses to see the good. He believes everyone can be saved, in one way or another. Yet this knowledge of the world leads him to be self-critical of himself. He constantly wonders how people perceive him.

Although Hawthorn is often smiling: it seems to be the only emotion he shows others. He tends to keep his own hurts close to his chest, rarely opening enough to other people to show any pain. In this way he's impassive, often stemming from his own fear of turning people away, or because he simply doesn't feel his problems are worth worrying others. He is very selfless, often putting others above himself. While some may find it an admirable trait to be kind, for Hawthorn it has sometimes lead him to be taken advantage of. Even for perfect strangers, even at his own expense, even at his own pain, he is willing to drop his plans and lend a hand.

This selflessness and impassive nature is a lethal combination for Hawthorn. His means of coping is unhealthy. His means of trying to feel or not feel is unhealthy. Always thinking of himself as lesser and unworthy, and always willing to give up for others makes him incredibly self-destructive.

As a young adult, it was the worst. He allowed himself to be used by whoever wanted him, desperate to feel desired even if it was only for a moment. He drank until memory vanished, he let bruises form and cuts bleed him dry. He pumped his veins with anything to numb the ache that always felt like it was choking him. These habits, these wants, have never gone away. Although he's overcome a lot, to this day he sometimes longs to slip back to where he was and forget. It was easier to feel nothing, than keep up the facade and keep trying. But he knows better now, he knows that feeling nothing is a lie and the ache never really goes away. He tries everyday, to ensure that he doesn't fall down that road again.

History
Hawthorn Long History [FG]

"Short History"

From the time he could walk, Hawthorn was in the earth. Hawthorn, aptly named after the family's flower, always felt at home in the garden. As he aged, Hawthorn's love of the earth only continued to grow. If he had time to himself, it was with his heels in the dirt and his hands green. The garden grew under his careful eye, at least until more pressing matters pulled his attention. Although he treasured the garden, the family was above all else.

Hawthorn was the youngest in family of unconditional support and love; large, welcoming, and warm. With four children of all exceeding passion and drive, the fifth-and-last grew up overshadowed by greatness and drive, looking up to his siblings as though they were untouchable. He saw them all as being so much better than himself, so much more worthy. They were not only gifted, but they all worked to achieve greatness, dedicating every hour of their days to their pursuits, giving up all free time to bettering themselves.

His parents supported their children without hesitation, often giving up themselves to ensure their children's future. Hawthorn watched as his mother sold off jewelry to buy her daughter a sword and watched his father sell heirlooms to replenish his son's paints and canvas. He saw the joy in his siblings faces, and the happiness it brought his parents. So the youngest did the same. He became the family's rock. If his sister needed a sparing partner, Hawthorn was the first to volunteer. If his brother needed a model or someone to mix paints, Hawthorn was there. He never declined a request, even if it meant exhausting his own body or letting his garden wither or go untended. The family was the most important thing, and Hawthorn was only happy he was part of it.

Not everything could stay golden, however. Misfortune followed the pure family, first their mother succumbed to the disease that slowly ate away her from within, and then their father moving to a different biome in search of better work. Hawthorn took on two jobs to try and keep up with expenses, but such meager wages did little to alleviate their burden. As the family grew desperate to put meals on the table, they readily began to put aside their passions in the name of keeping the family well. His brother wanted to sell his paints. His sister sell her swords. The very things they put tireless effort towards, blinked away. It was something Hawthorn could not bare.

So he began working at jobs that put more coin in his pocket. But they left a cloud over his head.

He did things he was not proud of. He walked a dark path very few would dare tread, and gave up many things to keep his family together. They never realized, or didn't want to realize, what their youngest sibling was doing for their sake. He never told what kind of work brought in so much money. They never asked.

This continued for years, while his siblings worked to better themselves and their careers, Hawthorn worked to make sure they could. He did everything for his family, and in the end they were able to follow their dreams. Hawthorn just never thought they'd follow them out the door. Dreams took them away from their home, out of their small city, away from family. Hawthorn smiled for each and every one of them. But when the last left, and the house turned quiet, Hawthorn crumbed. When you've given so much, when so much of your life was dictated by others: finding your own way feels overwhelming. Hawthorn struggled for a long time, alone and without purpose, seeped in a darkness that never let him see light.

He was there for a long time, finding ways to fill the loneliness that never really went away. It took many years for Hawthorn to find his own passion, to pull himself away from the life he'd fallen into. But he found his love in the earth, and began working in his mother's old garden. The garden was overgrown and left untended for years, though it felt poetic in a way. Cleaning up the garden was the first step forward, back towards the sun, back to finding his own path. He's content with where his life is leading him: it's a quiet and certainly not adventurous, but for him its enough.

[ADDITIONAL]
Extra:
◦ Most people assume Hawthorn is entirely mute. He was born with damage to his vocal cords, making speaking very difficult. Because of this, the entire family learned sign language. Today, Hawthorn still communicates through sign language, but he'll also carry around a small notepad in case he needs to write responses.

◦ He has the ability to speak, however it is painful for him so he rarely does so. His voice is incredibly soft and strained, sounding as though he's gasping for the words.

◦ He's a pescatarian, and mostly likes to eat from his own garden. He won't touch meat, but does eat fish and shellfish.

◦ Will cook for you. He absolutely loves cooking and he tries to fatten everyone up who crosses his path. Everyone is always welcomed at his table, and his door is always open. (Subsequently he's been robbed twice, but he will just say they needed more than he did.)

◦ Really enjoys physical contact, even if he hasn't gotten any in a while.

◦ Has a lot of trouble with the cold, he gets sick much more often during the chilly months.

◦ Among the freckles that collect on his cheeks, shoulders and hips, he also has a large scar that can be traced from hip down to his thigh. Although he sometimes likes to joke he got it was a terrible gardening accident, he actually received it sparring with his sister. He also has old lashes on his back, some newer than others. He does not talk about them.

◦ He was an addict in his youth, and still struggles now into adulthood. He gets a little tense when people try to push him to drink socially, if only because he doesn't trust himself to only have a few.

◦ The Lawrence are a pure family, but Hawthorn never looked at his bloodline as being anything special, especially since their family isn't very financially secure.

◦ Mostly sells his produce to other bioems. Many in his neighboring community don't like to buy from him.

◦ Although he is in the Aquatic Biome, being a surface flower he has an easier time moving between biomes. However, he is sensitive to changing weather and dehydrates very easily.

RP methods:Discord or Google Docs Literature/Script.}

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NotaVerde

Edited Oct 13, 2017

_{Loves on this child aggressively
too good, too pure for this world}