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Hawthorne Johnstone | Pax Diamondfeather
Name: Hawthorne (Miinensagaawanzh) Johnstone
Age: 16
Grade: 9
Appearance: Hawthorne used to wear a pair of ripped old blue jeans that barely reach her ankles. Nowadays though, her jeans are free from holes and brush the ground nicely like they should, thanks to her friend Ayeka and a shopping spree. The rest of her outfit is generally still a black, men’s band t-shirt, of such classic groups as ACDC, Metallica, Iron Maiden, or KISS. None of them fit her, and they completely disguise her body shape. She does own a few nice sweaters though, which come out now that the weather is cooler. You may even catch her in a denim or tan leather skirt upon occasion.
She accessorizes with a tan leather jacket, complete with fringe and turquoise beadwork, 3 pairs of dangling, silver handcuff earrings in each earlobe, a small silver hoop in the cartilage of her left ear, a spiked silver bar in her right eyebrow, a small silver hoop in her left nostril, a small silver hoop in the center of her bottom lip, and a happy face tongue piercing. Her shoes are a nice new pair of soft leather moccasins, with turquise suns beaded on the toes. Or, if it's colder, a pair of thigh-high lace-up moccasins.
Hawthorne has long, coarse brown-black hair, typical of Native American persons, which she usually wears in a pair of braids. Her skin is rather pale, though, with a bit of a pinkish tone to it. She has almond-shaped eyes in a pale grey, and she has rather full, cherry lips. Hawthorne’s about average height, 5’5”, and a bit of a curvier build, around 155lbs, though she has good muscle tone in her arms and legs. Her skin is fairly clear, though she tends towards acne in her t-zone when she’s stressed.
Hawthorne has a small scar around the base of her lip ring, from biting through her lip when she was small (a pathetic jumping on the bed incident from when she was 4), she also has a small scar at the top of her scalp from the self-same bed incident, she has a thing diagonally scar across her right breast, a token of love from her first boyfriend, and a scar about the size and shape of a quarter on her left shin. That one was from falling on a pile of bricks when she was 7. She drove a piece of brick almost through her leg; she even chipped the bone. That's the worst one, though she has 14 parallel scars rising up both her legs, from mid-calf to the top of her thighs, which is why she doesn't usually wear anything above the knee. Other than that she has a few (about 15) small scars on her hands from various dumb accidents with knives and staplers.
Personality: Hawthorne has a tendency to fiddle with her lip ring and her tongue ring, constantly spinning them around or clicking them against each other. She’s not a big people person; others usually make her kind of nervous, which she used to hide in a rather aggressive manner. She was hurt by someone in the past, which really made interpersonal relationships terrifying for her, but she refuses to show the fear she feels, so, when she finds someone intimidating, she tends to talk big and tough in an attempt to get them to go away. Lately though her demeanor has softened, allowing her to open up to a few special people.
Despite that, she is known for sticking up for the little guy, after all, she doesn’t want to see anyone else mistreated, and a little bit of kindness goes a long way with her. Not that it will dispel overmuch of the nervousness instantaneously. Her clothes and piercings are just one of the many ways she tells people to back off. Still, she is starting to seek out others in an attempt to find out how she fits into this world.
She is an intensely curious person, and seeing something unusual, or that she finds interesting occasionally piques her interest enough to get her to willingly interact with another human being. The occurences are rare, but have been increasing since she began attending MHS.
Special Power:
LLAMA POWER
Hawthorne feels that her powers are rather lame. When she’s upset, almost to the point where she’s going to start to cry, she manages to materialize a small stuffed llama. It’s kind of old and ratty, yellowish in colour, and gives off the distinct scent of mildew. Very comforting. Once, for lack of a better idea, she beaned someone on the head with it. If she examined it closely, she might remember the llama as the comfort toy her little sister used to play with, but Hawthorne isn’t big on remembering the past.
Power Upgrade 1: Controlled Apparation
With her increasing power and emotional control, Hawthorne can now summon that manky, disgusting llama doll at will. Why would she want to do this? I have no clue. It makes no sense to me either. But, should she decide that a mildewy childs toy is what she wants at that moment, she can make it appear. Also, instead of just casting it aside all the time, she can now make it disappear. This does not stop it from appearing on its own when she is upset, that definitely still happens. Mostly it just means she can get rid of it once it appears, or, maybe, summon it as a distraction . . .
MAP POWER
She also can make a map to wherever she’s trying to go appear on her forearm. This skill at least is useful, but the directions tend to be as helpful as mapquest, meaning, unless you’ve been to the place before, the chances of finding it with her map are slim to nil. Hawthorne’s father also had the map-making ability.
Power Upgrade 1: Clear Map
Hawthorne's map has begun to become more clear and concise, so that it is now a useful pathfinding tool. Anyone with a sense of direction can now examine Hawthorne's map and find wherever it is they're going. Sadly, Hawthorne has no sense of direction so that her power still isn't quite useful to her.
INTERNAL COMPASS
Now, as a skill to accompany Hawthorne' map-making ability, she has developed a perfect sense of direction. Unless incapacitated, or intoxicated in some way, she can always locate herself on her own map, as well as any other map. She can orient on magnetic north, which is how she can pinpoint her location.
History:
Life Before Manga High
Though Hawthorne doesn’t like to think about her past at all, it’s rather colourful. She grew up on a reserve in Northern Ontario (Canada), living in those lovely corrugated cardboard houses that the government so kindly provides to its first nations peoples. Her father is a full-blooded Ojibwe, and her mother is half white (Dutch), half Blackfoot.
She was home-schooled through her early years, so she isn’t quite at the level a girl her age should be. After all, she can only have the knowledge that her drunkard father and her welfare-scamming mother could supply. She had a younger sister, over 8 years younger, whom she absolutely worshipped. She did everything for her little sister, feeding her, changing her, reading her stories. Her baby sister was diagnosed with leukemia, and died at the age of 5. The loss of the baby caused Hawthorne’s mother to commit suicide, and her father has been in a drunken stupor ever since. With the unstable family situation, 13-year-old Hawthorne threw herself into the arms of whoever showed her even a spec of attention, which led the young girl into a serious, sexual relationship with a 16-year-old drug dealer from Toronto. She ran away from home to live with him for a year. While she was living there, she worked at a local record store, under the table of course, and was able to put away some money. Then, on some crazy acid trip he tried to cut her blossoming breasts off with a steak knife (hence scar).
This wasn't the first violent incident, or even the worst, but for the young girl it was the last straw. Hawthorne fled back to her father, who hadn’t even noticed she’d been gone, and basically hid in the house. She rarely went out or did anything, just took care of her father, worked at the gas station, and cleaned the house until a kindly neighbour enrolled her at manga high.
On her way to the highschool, Hawthorne had her first postive interraction with another person. She ran into V, just outside of her home town. He was lost, and she was so taken with his plight, she felt the need to help him out. They ended up going to the Rockton Fair together. This was hard on Hawthorne, for she had been there many times before with the Dread Ex, but with V's infectious company, she quickly began to enjoy herself.
Life Since Manga High
Since her arrival at the highschool, she has really been beginning to calm down, mostly through the influence of other students. Still, we also can't forget that stubborn will of hers. Since her arrival, the two people who have had the most impact on her were Jun-Bo, who really helped her calm down, and Yakoutio, who pushed her to her breaking point. Though both these events helped build up her strength and dedication to interact with other people, she still rather resents Yakoutio for his part in it all.
Relationships
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Mortal Enemy: Drewe Hammel
Hates: Daedelus
Dislikes: Cherry, Arthur
Acquaintances: Felix, Alastair, X-oshi, Pax, Arion, Grey, Darrien, Hitomi
Friends: Lucien, Yakoutio, Stella, Ayeka, Lucas, Christopher, Kane, Sakura
Good Friends: Datu, Ryoko, Jun-Bo
Family: One drunken father
Likes: Christopher, Jun-Bo, Kane
Dating:
EXAMPLE ROLE-PLAYING POST: The itty-bitty wood sprite looked down from the top of the oak in the front garden. He knew he was looking for something in particular, but his attention kept getting distracted by the tasty buggedies crawling up and down his tree. There were ants, and caterpillars, and even . . . a termite! Oh wondrous! Mission forgotten he scarpered down the nearest limb to dangle head first in front of the burrowing insect. Carefully he swung forward, arm outstretched and . . . missed. He didn’t reach it? He moaned in dismay. That wasn’t fair! He wanted the tasty treat. Carefully he beat his little wings to wind up for one more swing when a booming voice interrupted.
“Squigoth? Are you watching the girl?” Squig squeaked in surprise, jerking slightly, thus releasing his grip on the branch. He had almost landed headfirst at the foot of the oak when he remembered the existence of his wings. He unfurled them and swooped towards the feet of his master, crashing into the man’s ankles in his excitement.
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Name: Pax Diamondfeather
Age: 16
Grade: 10
Appearance: Pax is tall for a boy his age, standing at about 6’5”. He has a lithe, willowy form, not so much with the muscles for our hero. His slender frame makes his weight of 170lbs easy to see, though it is still hard to believe that he is that skinny. After all, you can see his collarbones. The boy is very pale, since he doesn’t spend much time in the great outdoors, preferring to hole up in some corner with a book or a video game. He has a nose that’s a little too large for him to be completely gorgeous, and rather full lips.
Pax has bright green eyes, flecked with spots of brown. Sometimes, if he is angry usually, though other intense emotions evoke it as well, his eyes appear more brown than green. He had rather long, curly eyelashes for a boy, which is a source of embarrassment for him. His hair is long, just past his ears, and brown, with just enough curl in it to make it unmanageable. He tends to gel his hair in place, in what he feels is a dramatic swoop over his right eye.
Pax tends to wear a white wifebeater, teamed up with a pair of blue and green plaid pajama pants. More often than not his pants are so low that you can see his boxer underneath them, though he feels that they make him look cool. To top off his usual look he wears a navy blue corduroy jacket with silver buttons, in case you thought he might actually attempt to match his clothing. He has a pair of Vans sneakers, but normally he scootches around in his dirty white gym socks.
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Personality: Pax is lazy. He’d rather sit around in his pajamas playing Halo all day than actually get up and work out. Besides, then he might have to wear shorts, or pull up his pants. Not fun. He doesn’t figure himself any kind of ladies’ man, though he has found himself the centre of their attention the few times he drags his arse out of bed, but none of them struck his fancy.
He drifts towards girls who are a little on the masculine side, if he notices them at all. He’d rather spend an evening playing games with a chick who was one of the boys, than dancing around some princess with a worship me complex. Thus, he has never had a girlfriend, just lots of girls who were friends.
Pax, although he is a tough boy, absolutely despises physical exertion, or working. He doesn’t like to get out of bed before noon, and he doesn’t like to put effort into anything, ever. He does like when people do things for him, since then he doesn’t have to make the effort.
Special Power:
SHRINKING
Pax has the ability to decrease his size by half, making him only 3’2, as opposed to his usual 6’5. Any clothing he is wearing while making the change will retain its usual size parameters. The shrinking only affects him, and he tires quicker while in the smaller form. If he is injured before changing forms, his wounds will be worse, seeing as he is now smaller, but the wound remains the same. To fully shrink, it takes Pax about five minutes, start to finish, and he needs to be completely focused. If he loses his concentration while shrinking, he instataneously returns to his original size.
GROWING
Pax also has the ability to double in height. He changes from 6’5, to 12’10. He uses this ability less, since he doesn’t see much use in it, though he did use it once while working on an apple farm one fall. Again, his clothes remain their original size, and do not stretch to fit his new form. He tires easier when he is larger, since this is not the state his body is used to being in. Mind you, if he is severely wounded in either of his smaller sizes, he can increase in size and the injuries are less dangerous to his bigger form. Since Pax is less familiar with this form, it takes him about ten minutes to grow into the full size. And again, if he loses his focus, he instantaneously reverts to his original size.
History: Pax is the youngest of 8 children, so he grew up mostly ignored. This is prolly what led to him being passively antisocial and unmotivated. As a small child, he spent a lot of time sitting in his oldest sister’s lap while she played videogames. This is where his love of gaming originated. She was pretty much the only one of his siblings to ever pay attention to him, so they had a very close bond.
All of Pax’s family had special abilities, but he was the only one sent to a school specifically designed for meta-humans. His father has agility and speed, which help him out greatly on the police force; his mother could fly, though she was an airplane mechanic, so it wasn’t as useful. His siblings had an interesting array of abilities, none of them the same.
When Pax was eight he discovered his ability. He was hiding from one of his older brothers, who often beat him up when he was bored. He couldn’t fit into the space he wanted to go . . . but he just shrank, and then he fit. He didn’t think about if much at the time, but later he told his mom and was congratulated for finding his power.
Shortly after he discovered his power, his older sister got married and moved out of the family home. As soon as she did, he stopped going out anymore. He devoted all his spare time to his video games, and didn’t really notice the years pass him by. The fall that he turned 14, his mother coerced him to work at an apple farm, in an attempt to get him off the couch. While there he discovered his second power, growing. He was far too lazy to climb a ladder to reach the topmost branches, and as he stretched over his head, his whole body stretched, until he was tall enough to pluck fruit from even the topmost branches.
He got fairly decent grades in elementary school, though he never put any particular effort into it. Then, when he reached highschool, his scholastic ability plummeted. His parents soon found out that he was no longer attending classes, because the other teenagers were making fun of him for coming from a ‘family of freaks.’ To try to help him fix his problems with academia, they searched around for a school that would cater to his ‘special needs’. They found Manga High School, and enrolled him right away.
Relationships
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Mortal Enemy:
Hates:
Dislikes: Ayeka
Friends:
Good Friends: Ryoko
Family: Mom: Godiva Diamondfeather, Dad: Ragnor Diamondfeather, Sisters: Shenna BlueStocking, Locke Goldheart, Manilla Smith, Brothers: Stack, Rorke, Mook, Lexington
Aquaintances: Hawthorne, John, Jun-Bo, Grey, Sakura, Abby, Arthur, Saori, Darrien
Likes:
Dating:
EXAMPLE ROLE-PLAYING POST:
After her super-fun time at the gym, and ever so interesting meeting at the hot springs, Hawthorne felt that maybe it was time to get away from the whole thinking about Jun-Bo thing. It just wasn't helping her state of mind any. She had gone back to her room after leaving the springs, and showered off and changed. She now had her black, damp, tangled hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, which hung down her back where it left a wet mark on her black t-shirt. She was back in her Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, since it really was her favourite, and the cleanest out of her set. She had also dug back out the spiked leather bracelets and collar. She was going out into the world on her own, and she wasn't leaving without her protective gear. She put in her biggest, most obvious hoops in her eyebrow, nose and lip, but she replaced the dangling handcuff earings with hoops that matched the rest of them.
That was why she was at the mall, she had to get some new clothes. She had ruined one of her pairs of jeans to make herself a pair of gym shorts, and the pair she was
wearing now was stained and ripped. She needed new clothes, stat. She thought
about her messy hair, and decided a brush might be a good investment
too.
Moccasins scuffing lightly across the ground, she travelled through the mall, looking for a store that sold clothes she would actually be willing to wear. Most of the stores she was afraid to even enter, pretty certain that there was no way they'd carry a size 12. When did being anorexic become cool? She must have completely missed the boat on that one. Still, she was here to shop, and as loathe as she was to spend her hard-earned money, if she wanted to fit in, it was gonna have to happen. Besides, she'd still have enough for her getaway fund.
She entered the first store she came across that appeared to sell normal-size clothing. This would have to do. She walked up and down the isles. Was any of this not ugly or pink? She thought not. Oh well, next store. She left that particular shop with a rather disgusted look on her face. Where to now?
Edited by: Hawthorne of Rathelle  at: 1/10/07 6:43 pm
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