A P P E A R A N C E
Julian Hawthorne prided himself into thinking that he was the beauty standard of the era. With blonde hair and blue eyes, paired with the devilish smile, and an irresistible prominent jawline, he had not failed to swoon anyone he had met. Men and women they alike, they all sought to bed him. He had a slender build, although he was a head taller than most of his peers, making it hard to miss him.
A freak incident however, left him a nasty scar which stretched across the right side of his face, and a blurred vision.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
The easygoing nature of Julian masked his disdain for those around him. Although he had no qualms about using his looks to his advantage and getting others to crawl into his bed, Julian was but just a lonely soul. Those that fawned over him were only there to warm his body, or were tempted by the wealth he was meant to inherit. He did not have anyone he could call a friend. They were all there for him to pass him time and amuse himself. It was made more apparent when the incident took place and faces finally began to turn away from him, avoiding eye contact.
And despite his carefree front, Hawthorne was anything but. In an attempt to defy his father, and escape the pressure of being the heir, he downed himself in alcohol and debauchery, often getting himself featured in scandalous news with different, and sometimes multiple partners.
When the persona he created for himself crumbled, he had never felt more liberated. He was no longer burdened with the need to marry, nor did he have to worry about having constant eyes of women preying on him, wishing they were pregnant with his child.
H I S T O R Y
The Hawthornes were a well known name in the elite household. Despite being only a Baron, the hawthornes never lacked wealth. Cassius Hawthorne, an elder of the Hawthorne family, was a smart and decisive man. He invested in many companies, one of which contributed greatly to the wealth of his barony. The furniture produced by CH Woodwork was few yet raked in a lot of money, for the novelty of being the only one to own the unique creations greatly attracted the nobles. They were willing to pay, and he was happy to charge a hefty sum. His descendants enjoyed the fruit of his work, and the barony quietly accumulated wealth, and currently is under the hands of Edgar Hawthorne, whom expanded the business into a paper production company.
Edgar Hawthorne may not be as smart as his ancestor, but he had a good eye for business, and women. Lady Sylvia Hawthorne was a gentle lady with a firm disposition. She was not one to shy away from Edgar's gruff personality and coaxed indescribable feelings out of the depth of his heart, and their reunion birthed Julian.
Her health deteriorated drastically afterwards, and passed away when he was barely one years old, leaving the Baron to drown himself in his work, barely acknowledging the existence of his son. Their relationship was frosty at best, and Julian's actions when he grew older caused a bigger rift between them, but it never crossed Edgar's mind to disown him. Julian was a testament of his love with Sylvia, and while that woman could bring out a different side of him, all of that was lost with her death.
Julian could barely remember his mother, and grew up not knowing a father's love. All that man was, to Julian, was someone who pushed him beyond his limits, without a care for his interest and wellbeing. He was the sort of father who would make his own child kneel for hours under the rain, and lock him up in his room for a single mistake. He was a devil, and Julian needed to escape, and he used everything at his arsenal to defy his father, though it was in all honesty, a cry for attention.
The father and son could never communicate, and they were always cold towards each other, but when an assailant scarred him physically, the only person who was always by his side was his brooding father. For the first time, he saw concern on the man's face, and how haggard he looked. He realised then, that he never tried to understand Edgar, and while it may seem a little too late, but with nothing but time in his hand, he worked to repair his relationship with his father as he studied to take over the barony.