Character Name: Arson Hawk Múñoz.
Nickname: Ari, Sun, or Hawk.
Age: 30.
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
Subject:
Race: Siren
Play-by: Miguel Iglesias.
Appearance:

Arson stands at an odd 6’1 and a half, his evenly, well-muscled, proportioned form weighing in at 185 roughly. He swims and runs often to keep his shape, though of course, swimming would be his main preference, and he only runs near water, so he doesn’t get too dried out, of course. His skin is the warm tan of most Hispanics, showing of his flawless muscles to perfection, as well as showcasing those tattoos he happens to wear. He has a total of three tattoos. One on his upper left arm and lower shoulder, a design with branching flowers and tree limbs, inching up from a band of triangles lined together in two rows.

His second tattoo is on his right hip, a small Chinese character, as well as the one on his back, both on his shoulder blades, one being a rose surrounded by leaves, taking up the expanse of nearly his entire left shoulder. He has no piercings, and his onto the fact of his other physical attributes. Ari has dark brown hair, cut short and kept spiky with gel though most often without, the perfect length for holding on to if one knows what I mean. Arson’s face is almost always carrying that typical five o’clock shadow, giving him that bad boy look, the one that says; don’t touch me if you value your life.

His eyes are a warm sable, though they’ve been known to darken with his anger or sadness, to a black color, swallowing the iris until it matches the pupil in tone. When in his Siren form, Ari’s eyes are a vibrant, blood red, the fins on his arms and upper thighs a lighter, paler red, while the almost blade-like fin on the end of his tail is a red darker than his eyes. His tail itself is banded with darker red and black, the main color being the same as his eyes.

Personality:

The Given

• Determined.
  • Hawk is very determined, never letting things get away from him. This often puts him on the wrong side of most others, because he goes after what he wants, and isn’t afraid to fight or kill to do what he needs to do. Some do admire this, but most are horrified at the sheer bullheaded determination revolving around the male.
  
  
• Instinctive.
  • Whereas his brother is better skilled at solving puzzles and the like with his mind, but isn’t so good at following his instincts, Hawk follows his instincts almost solely. That’s not saying there’s no brain inside the siren’s head, but he is very good at following his instincts, and trusts them completely and utterly. Instead of consulting his head or even his heart, he’ll consult his instincts, and if a second opinion is needed, his head.
  
  
• Mask.
  • He can look carefree, happy, and even gleeful upon killing or hurting another, when really inside he’s torn, conflicted, and nearly insane from guilt. On the outside he is what others want him to be. If they want him to be happy, he’s happy. If they want him to be anger, sad, or even remorseful, he is.
  
  
• Emotionless.
  • Hawk is emotionless, never showing anything he doesn’t desire to, and if you ever see any sort of emotion on his features, in his body language, or even in his words, it’s there because he wants it there. Nothing, literally nothing crosses his features, or gives itself away without his permission. In a sense he’s like a master and his emotions are his dogs, they look to him for permission to do anything, and everything.
  
  
• Cruel.
  • The brute is cruel. At first glance, or upon as far as others like to look, Hawk has no care for others pain and suffering. In fact he seems to enjoy inflicting such pain and suffering upon others. He doesn’t show regret, guilt or sadness upon being cruel, hurting another. In fact, that’s just the reason. He doesn’t show anything when hurting or being cruel to others, thus labeling him cruel.
  
  
• Complicated.
  • That’s right, this siren is calloused; showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others. Yep, there you have it, the definition of calloused, which describes Hawk perfectly. He has no regard for others’ feelings, because he believes them irreverent, and most often comes across as cruel in doing so. He doesn’t care if he hurts another’s feelings in what he says, because that’s just how he is.
  
  
• Calloused.
  • Hawk is very complicated. Just when one might think they have him all figured out, he brings something new to the table that was never expected. That’s just what he does. He doesn’t try to be that way, it isn’t his fault others believe him to be one sided, cruel, and nothing else. But then that’s what he comes across as, complicated, and one thing that further complicates this is the fact that he does nothing to dissuade this opinion.

The Hidden

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• Superstitious.
  • Surprisingly Hawk is very superstitious. Many would never guess this, because he doesn’t go around spouting about his beliefs, what deities he believes in, or what legends happen to frequent the nearby parts. He is quietly superstitious, in the way that he believes everything happens for a greater purpose, and that if you have done something you were meant to have done that, planned or unplanned.
  
  
• Peaceful.
  • Yes, the Siren is peaceful. All he wants is peace, and in order to get this he understands that actions must be taken. You see, when he, along with the others, killed his family, it nearly killed him to do so. Despite his callous and seemingly cruel nature, he hates killing and finds it repulsive. He often dreams about those he’s killed, his parents first and foremost of them all. One day Hawk hopes that he and the other Sirens can live in peace, without fighting and killing.
  
  
• Benevolent.
  • Hawk is well meaning and kindly, or in other words, benevolent. He actually means well, and does want the best for those he loves, no matter what he has done. In his mind, he isn’t worth much, and looks forward to his brother finding him, but all in all, he wants his brother to find happiness, as unlikely as that is, he still wants that for him. Not to mention if he were to find a female, hurt and alone, or even a child, he would help them, as much he could, mostly because he knows that they would most likely never see him again, and that a little bit of kindness could somehow make small atonements to all he’s done.
  
  
• Soft/Caring.
  • All in all, though he can be a little awkward, Hawk is rather soft, and caring. Hurting others hurts him, and he doesn’t like doing so at all. But he does it, for reasons to be learned, and goes on. But when he can, he helps those who need it, such as with his benevolence. This male harbors a secret hope, something so tiny, so unlikely it will most likely never happen, or so he thinks. Hawk wants a mate, and he wants children. Now this goes beyond the primal urge all animals have to mate and produce offspring to carry on the bloodline, no, he wants this because he wants a second chance, a chance to start over, fresh, and perhaps make up for all he’d done through being a good mate and father.
  
  
• Does What's Necessary.
  • All his life the siren did what was necessary, and will continue to do so. For example, the death of his family. That was necessary. Unwanted, hated, but necessary. He did what he had to, when he had to, and proved that he was not as soft as his parents told him, at least, not all the time. But Hawk knew that in order to reach his desire of peace, he must get his paws dirty, do what few others wanted to do. It got done.
  
  
• Intelligent.
  • Hawk is very intelligent. He is quick with his words, and has a rather advanced vocabulary. Not that he shows this often, because he prefers for his opponents to underestimate him, figure him for one of those dumb males who follow their instincts no matter what, and don’t contain a single brain cell in their heads. But he does. He most definitely does, and not a moment goes by that he’s not plotting, thinking, pondering, planning.
  
  
• Perceptive.
  • Hawk is perceptive, and as such those who lie to him don’t find themselves in a good position afterwards. He hates liars, because as such, in his experience they only backstab and hurt. At least when he hurts others, he tells them the truth, doesn’t hide and give them syrupy words about how they’ll be safe, he won’t hurt them, won’t kill their family, won’t rip their throats out in the middle of the night.

The Wrong

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• Player.
  • Arson is the total player. If there’s a male around, odds are very high that he’s been with her. Been there, done that. Or, in this case, done him. He’s not particular at all in whom he sleeps with. He prefers males, but he’s been around the block a few times with one or two females, and hey, it all means the same thing to him. It makes it even better when they fight him. Ari is very sly, and cunning. Don’t cross paths with him, or you’ll get burned. He has no qualms about getting his hands dirty, with blood or otherwise. He’s street-wise enough to know just what to do to make his way in the world, and cause as much destruction as possible.
  
  
• Loner.
  • He’s very much the loner. It all boils down to his dislike of commitment. Settling down = Commitment. Family = Commitment. Kids = Commitment. Mate = Commitment. Do you see what I’m getting at? He avoids anything and everything to do with commitment. He’s got a rather dirty mouth, and an even dirtier mind, but he treats the word commitment like it’s some unmentionable thing.
  
  
• Violent.
  • Arson loves the blood. Sick as it sounds, it makes him excited, if you know what I mean. What can I say, he’s a sick siren. Twisted from the inside out with a black shriveled heart to boot. Sun is very much a lover of blood-thirstiness and violence. Him, violence, and blood-thirstiness are intertwined. Arson is always angry about one thing or the other, so, after a while, he pretty much adjusts and acts accordingly. You will never, ever find him not angry about something. Some days are just worse than the other.

[/blockquote]History:

Hawk was born into a family of five, though at the time it was just he and his parents. Later on his three siblings would come, but that was later on. He was doted upon by his mother and father, his younger brother coming along a year or so later. Hawk doted on his younger brother, taking him everywhere as they grew older and their younger sister and youngest brother were born, and in turn began to grow up.

He loved his family, was adored by his father, who thought him to be the successor to the family business. That of the common term of ‘hitman’. Well, his younger brother didn’t like that very much, and as such plotted against him, poisoning the mind of his siblings against him until finally he was despised by them, the love blotted out by hatred, jealousy, and anger.

But still he loved his younger brother, adored him and did his best to treat him well, even when he turned his back on him. As the years passed, he grew older, and when he was just sixteen, a tender age, a young age, his father decided it was time he get into the world in truth, to start the job he’d been told he would have. Given he’d been training all his life, since the day he could walk, so then all he had to do was learn to apply the skill set he’d acquired.

And he was good. Very good. Within a mere half a year, he had established a dark name for himself, going by his first name rather than normal, with those he cared for calling him Hawk, and those he was to kill or those who wished to employ him only had the privilege of calling him Arson. He cultivated his siren side, using it shamelessly during his hunts, his jobs, and as such, perhaps because of this extensive use, and the killing he committed, his siren side became almost like an alter ego, except it was everything that was dark about him, being a player, a loner, and a violent type persona. A threat and deadly killer to any who have the misfortune of knowing him.

His brother by this time was utterly poisoned by his jealousy and rage, and set out to blacken his name against his father and mother, both of whom were only proud, but slowly, ever so slowly, that began to change. Hawk’s mother went first, having more of a tender heart towards her middle son, and then, at the very end, his father. Eventually, though he was never removed as heir, his father shunned him, pushing him from their little family ‘pack’, and forcing him on his own at the tender age of seventeen. But by then he had accumulated a large mound of money, stored all in safe keeping someone or another.

It was not a month after the halfway mark of his seventeenth birthday that he was approached by a rival family, born deep in the threads of hatred and greed, the typical markings of a familiar feud. They wished to end this fighting, and they saw in him the man for the job. Kill his family. End the feud once and for all. Bring peace. After months of having his name poisoned and blackened, cast out of his own home, and forced to make his own living, Hawk was tired.

He agreed. Not for the large sum they wished to grant him, but because he only wanted peace, quiet, even. It wasn’t hard really, killing his family. He did what he had to. Letting a few of the more seasoned members of the opposing family into his abode and killing his family one by one, ending with his parents. His father last. Hawk got there only to see his father was awake, but hadn’t made a move to do anything in retaliation. His last words were soft, quiet spoken through the blood filling his thoracic cavity, a simple, ”I’m proud of you, and I love you, son.”

Those simple words proved to be his undoing, and he fled his home, tears rolling down his young face even as he managed to return to his temporary housing. Hawk stayed around only long enough to pack his things and ship them out, the orders for his unique services pouring in and allowing him reprieve from his guilt, his pain.

He continued making a name for himself in this way for the next three and a half years. By the time he turned twenty, he was well known as Arson. The darkest assassin many had seen in decades. One would be surprised to learn just how many assassins are left among those high ranking officials, those who desired another taken care of quietly. But then again, Hawk wasn’t an assassin. He simply did as the hits told him to. A hit out on a famous mob boss, he took care of it. A hit out on someone who’d made a big mistake involving some sketchy relations, he took care of it.

His dealings were quiet and backstage, dark and lurking in backdoor places, preferring the shadows that shrouded his identity rather than the light. One day he was simply exploring a city in which he’d recently taken care of a hit, and he happened to stumble across a youth, college age, being bullied by those who had something against the portion of the male race who happened to like others of their gender, and he stood up for him, moving in with deadly efficiency topped with just the right touch of inaccuracy to throw off any possible hints that he could be the dark lurker, the fox, Ari.

Hawk bonded with the youth, by the name of Laertes, spending more and more time with the undergrad until they were inseparable, his promise of forever coming easily to his lips. Those three little words, however, not so much. The siren was wary of love. Wary of giving his love to another for the fear of them blackening his name and shoving him away, for fear that those who wished for retribution for their losses going after the famous Ari. He feared for his boy’s safety, for the safety of the one he loved and cherished, and knew that, for a student at Harvard, the young warlock had never experienced that which he himself had experienced.

And that was the main deciding factor for his decision. Hawk didn’t want Laertes to be exposed to the deadly, dirty, violent lifestyle the Hispanic lived, preferring instead to tell him the lies he needed to, in his mind, keep the boy safe. That was all that mattered, all that needed to matter, and with a broken heart, he moved on, nursing his wounds by traveling the world abroad, never letting himself form new ties or attachments with anything, or anyone.

The only one who would ever hold his heart was Laertes. And he trusted the warlock to keep it safe for him while he was gone, for however long he was gone. Hawk continued about his work, only as time went on, years passing, he grew more detached, more aloof and uncaring, not worrying so much if he was discovered in his real identity, not caring if he got hurt on a job, or if he took more and more risks. All that he cared about was getting the hits done, and he did, efficiently, if a bit more violently than he used to.

About a year previous of his thirtieth year, the male heard of a gathering of supernaturals in one town specifically, that of the name New Orleans, Louisiana. It was the biggest gathering his network of information had ever heard of, and he was intrigued. Perhaps he’d find something for himself there. Though he knew not why he was drawn there, he left his spacious home in Galicia and traveled to the USA, making his way through the major cities until he came upon the bustling town.

When he arrived there, he settled into a home fairly quickly, and busied himself with learning the surroundings, preferring to know what he was dealing with, and then settled in to lie in wait, having gotten word of a few possible hits that would be revealed in time, something he was more than interested in, as Arson wanted to taste their blood, feel their pain, and Hawk wanted to know what had drawn him here.

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