Post by Ezio Olympus-Thatch on Nov 24, 2017 11:40:46 GMT -5
Name: Ezio Olympus-Thatch
Age: 27
Parents: Apollo and Milo Thatch (Tibby tested, Rem approved)
Personality: Ezio is far more jaded and cynical than he has any right to be. He’s not stupid; he’s actually pretty bright, but he has never applied himself, and he doesn’t see any point in trying. He adores writing, and is very good at it, but refuses to share much of what he writes with anybody because he’s convinced nothing he ever creates will hold up next to Altair’s brilliance. Despite his obvious inferiority issues, Ezio adores his brother, and Altair is probably the only person Ezio really ever opens up to. He loves his fathers, too, but every interaction he has with them is marred by his firm belief that they will always be much more fond of his brother. He’s not attractive like either of them, he’s not smart like either of them, he doesn’t have Apollo’s charisma or Milo’s gift for languages, and he is convinced he’s never going to live up to the impossible legacy of being the child of an actual god.
Appearance: Ezio, for whatever reason, looks perpetually exhausted. There’s just something about his face that makes people ask “did you sleep last night? Or any time in the past month?” He has inherited some of Apollo’s shape changing abilities, but the really useless bits, like changing his hair color to perfectly ordinary human colors like dark brown and dirty blonde. Regrettably, he can do nothing about his face, though he has certainly tried. He loves leather jackets, and thinks they make him look tough, and has a tendency to wear a worn-out brown leather bomber jacket even when he’s teaching. Jeans and boots complete the overall aesthetic, as does the constant lingering odor of cigarette smoke that clings to everything he wears.
History: When your parents apparently wanted you enough for one of them to voluntarily change sex for nine months, it puts a little pressure on you from the start to amount to something. Ezio has always lived with a somewhat brutal combination of that knowledge and his own conviction that his fathers wanted Altair badly enough to do that, and he was just a sort of extra bonus. From early childhood, he never felt like he could keep up with Altair’s excellence in seemingly all things. Altair was athletic, Ezio’s limbs always seemed too uncoordinated to be good at anything of that sort. Altair was smart, and driven to live up to their fathers’ academic legacy; Ezio was only ever interested in writing.
He always had a tendency to gravitate towards the darker corners of the Olympian family tree, but when Altair went off on his five years of exploration, things took an even more dramatic turn in that direction. When it became clear Altair wasn’t coming home for a while, Ezio stopped coming home, too, staying out until all hours of the night getting into various sorts of trouble with all sorts of undesirable people. Associating with all the wrong aunts and uncles became his primary means of entertainment.
Somehow, in the midst of all of that, he managed to get himself the equivalent of an undergraduate degree in creative writing, along with a lot of bad habits. He smokes too much, drinks too much, keeps odd hours, and generally just makes his parents worry about him all the time. But when Altair came back and headed off to Tintagel to do his teaching thing, Ezio was not going to be left behind again, train wreck or no. He didn’t have Altair’s qualifications, that was obvious, but he buckled down, studied his ass off, and got a certification to teach lower level writing classes (not the university students, just the younger ones). It wasn’t Altair’s offer of two teaching jobs and one guidance counselor job from the same place, but it let him get away from home and follow his brother, and that was all he wanted at the time.
Age: 27
Parents: Apollo and Milo Thatch (Tibby tested, Rem approved)
Personality: Ezio is far more jaded and cynical than he has any right to be. He’s not stupid; he’s actually pretty bright, but he has never applied himself, and he doesn’t see any point in trying. He adores writing, and is very good at it, but refuses to share much of what he writes with anybody because he’s convinced nothing he ever creates will hold up next to Altair’s brilliance. Despite his obvious inferiority issues, Ezio adores his brother, and Altair is probably the only person Ezio really ever opens up to. He loves his fathers, too, but every interaction he has with them is marred by his firm belief that they will always be much more fond of his brother. He’s not attractive like either of them, he’s not smart like either of them, he doesn’t have Apollo’s charisma or Milo’s gift for languages, and he is convinced he’s never going to live up to the impossible legacy of being the child of an actual god.
Appearance: Ezio, for whatever reason, looks perpetually exhausted. There’s just something about his face that makes people ask “did you sleep last night? Or any time in the past month?” He has inherited some of Apollo’s shape changing abilities, but the really useless bits, like changing his hair color to perfectly ordinary human colors like dark brown and dirty blonde. Regrettably, he can do nothing about his face, though he has certainly tried. He loves leather jackets, and thinks they make him look tough, and has a tendency to wear a worn-out brown leather bomber jacket even when he’s teaching. Jeans and boots complete the overall aesthetic, as does the constant lingering odor of cigarette smoke that clings to everything he wears.
History: When your parents apparently wanted you enough for one of them to voluntarily change sex for nine months, it puts a little pressure on you from the start to amount to something. Ezio has always lived with a somewhat brutal combination of that knowledge and his own conviction that his fathers wanted Altair badly enough to do that, and he was just a sort of extra bonus. From early childhood, he never felt like he could keep up with Altair’s excellence in seemingly all things. Altair was athletic, Ezio’s limbs always seemed too uncoordinated to be good at anything of that sort. Altair was smart, and driven to live up to their fathers’ academic legacy; Ezio was only ever interested in writing.
He always had a tendency to gravitate towards the darker corners of the Olympian family tree, but when Altair went off on his five years of exploration, things took an even more dramatic turn in that direction. When it became clear Altair wasn’t coming home for a while, Ezio stopped coming home, too, staying out until all hours of the night getting into various sorts of trouble with all sorts of undesirable people. Associating with all the wrong aunts and uncles became his primary means of entertainment.
Somehow, in the midst of all of that, he managed to get himself the equivalent of an undergraduate degree in creative writing, along with a lot of bad habits. He smokes too much, drinks too much, keeps odd hours, and generally just makes his parents worry about him all the time. But when Altair came back and headed off to Tintagel to do his teaching thing, Ezio was not going to be left behind again, train wreck or no. He didn’t have Altair’s qualifications, that was obvious, but he buckled down, studied his ass off, and got a certification to teach lower level writing classes (not the university students, just the younger ones). It wasn’t Altair’s offer of two teaching jobs and one guidance counselor job from the same place, but it let him get away from home and follow his brother, and that was all he wanted at the time.
