/Note: This isn't exactly what he looks like, it's just here to demonstrate his hairstyle/
Erik Hawthorne
Son of Apollo
Candles to blow out: 18
The day my mother screamed: January 31
Physical Appearance: Erik has long-ish blonde hair that he keeps messily spiked with a few pieces hanging down as bangs. His skin is slightly tanned and he wears a single silver earring in his left ear. A smile often decorates his blemish free face. He always wears a well-ironed, white, short-sleeved, button down shirt. He keeps the top 3 buttons undone, revealing part of his chest. He leaves the bottom of his shirt untucked. He wears various kinds of jeans, white socks, and lo-top converse shoes. He's exactly six feet tall and has a scrawny frame.
Personality: He seems a bit lethargic. He keeps his hands in his pockets unless he's playing an instrument. He doesn't like to touch others or be touched by others other than to shake hands. He favors playing the piano the most, but he's able to play all instruments. He loves listening to all genres of music excepting rap because he believes that they don't really sing. To go along with his love of playing instruments, he loves to sing. He's a tenor. He's constantly listening to his iTouch. He loves the sun and all the seasons in which it is dominant & in turn, dislikes winter because it's cold. He loves to smile and rarely gets angry, but in the rare event that he does get angry, it's not pretty at all. He doesn't believe in hurting others unless he's protecting himself or someone he holds dear. He gets embarrased easily.
History: Erik grew up in a forced solitude. His mother wasn't very attentive unless she was pointing out his wrongdoings. He usually wasn't allowed to leave the mansion grounds without his mother or one of his many caretakers. He was homeschooled by a professional tutor because his mother couldn't stand the thought of sending him to a public school. Friendship is a foreign concept to him because of his lack of social interaction. To defy his mother, sometimes he would sneak out in the night so he could watch the sunrise. Thos were the only moments when he felt at complete peace.
He lived like this for 17 years until his mother died of a sudden heart failure. In her will she stipulated that everything she owned now belonged to her only son, Erik. A week after her death, Erik recieved a letter with no return address or sender's name. What it contained is as follows:
Dear Erik,
When I left your mother, Madeleine, I was certain that she'd raise and love you just as any other mother. In truth, I do not entirely improve of the way she raised you, but I see the reasoning in it. The past cannot be changed and you shouldn't be bitter about your past. I wrote you with two intentions. First is that Madeleine isolated you entirely out of love. I know it sounds hard to believe, but let me explain to you my second point and then perhaps you'll see my point.
You are, what's known to the world as a demigod. A half mortal and half God. When a demigod learns what he truly is, his aura enlarges and he's inevitably noticed by the monsters in the area. Once noticed, you will be the victim of many attacks by said monsters. That's not exactly good news, but my point is that by isolating you from others Madeleine kept you from finding out that you were a demigod and therefore keeping you from the danger that looms over demigods. She did love you, Erik, there should never be any doubt in your heart.
I have one other purpose in writing. Now that Madeleine has passed on, I, as your father, love you and want you to be safe. There is a haven of sorts for demigods like you. It's located on Long Island in New York. It's called Camp Half Blood. There, you will welcomed and protected. The only matter now is getting there. That, I cannot help you with, but I bid you a safe journey.
Much love, Your father, Apollo.
Also enclosed in the envelope was a lone silver earring with a small note attached. "Use this. It could save your life one day."
Filled with several pressing emotions, Erik was going to play the piano to calm his emotions, but as soon as he put the letter down. His front door broke and in came a monster, just like his father had said. The earring in his hand turned into a bow and a quiver of arrows. On impulse, He nocked an arrow and shot it at the monster, hitting it directly through the forhead. It burst into dust. That finished, Erik decided that playing the piano could wait until after he made arrangements to leave the house and find Camp Half Blood. He never sold the house, just simply got the door fixed and locked it up, intent on coming back in a few years.
He arrived in Camp Half Blood one week later.
Weapon of Choice: A bow and quiver of celestial bronze arrows. When it is not in use, it resides as a silver earring in his left ear.
Behind the Curtains: Malik no Kuroshi
