Name:
Hywel Bors
Nickname:
Howe
Age:
32
Ethnicity:
Irish/British/Caucasian
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
172lbs
Eyes:
Blue
Hair:
Black
General Description:
A tall fellow with a presumably lanky build—though looks can be rather deceiving. Hywel contains a fit and healthy form, with a well toned sleek and lithe athletic figure; being an avid dancer tends to help in terms of exercise. Of course, Hywel has always had a runner's body with its lithe, agile bend to it, though now it reveals more pride and confidence than sheer endurance. The confidence eludes to a quiet, graceful charm to him that starts with his toothy, white smile, and ends in his perfect posture and fashionable dress—not necessarily partial to fancy suits, though his taste is above the usual. As well, he talks deliberately and concisely in a slightly higher tenor that tends to be airy in quality.
Supernatural Creature:
Wailing Fiend
Supernatural Appearance:
[spoili]
[/spoili]
Supernatural Abilities/
Power:
Wailing seems very much like a misnomer in light of Hywel's inherent abilities. What many people fail to realize as the being descends upon them, is that silence is deafening. Unlike their banshee counterparts, these particular phantoms regulate silence with just near complete control. This control over the lack of sound appears, on paper, to be nearly harmless or a complete utility; however, Hywel possesses a keen and cunning most beings of his capacity contain. The complete and utter lack of sound for long enough can drive a regular human completely insane and the horrors that come with such manipulations can be rather unimaginable. (Of course, this entirely consists of its usual utilities, such as muting footsteps and various other noises, creating a soundproof area, etc.)
However, his entire kit consists more of just the creation and control of silence. Hywel and any other wailing fiend contain the ability to drain the essence of life from their victims. While within close proximity of a victim, Hywel can link a victims life force with their sound via touch, and thus driving every bit of sound he can until they are completely devoid of it—and their life. (requires touch, takes awhile depending on size and health of victim)
Aspirations:
To live a quiet life in some Europe countryside and possibly settle down.
Nothing big. Life's a challenge in and of itself.
(All subconscious. Future plans, and such)
Conscious aspirations are to become a renowned composer. And to possibly see the world, but New York suffices for now.
Talents:
Instrumentally Gifted
Multilingual
Swordsmanship
Tailoring
Dance
Song
Hobbies:
Ballroom Dancing
Composing Music
Playing anything from Piano to Oboe
Roaming and Quiet Walks
Bar Hopping as a way to Perform (Kind of impulsively)
Breaking into Museums (Not what it seems)
Likes/
Dislikes:
✔ Musical Theatre
— Obnoxious Loudness
✖
✔ Dancing
— Unnecessary Rudeness
✖
✔ Romantic Comedies
— Pet Dander
✖
✔ Museums
— Stuffy Rooms
✖
✔ SNL
— Raw Fish
✖
✔ Children
— Birds
✖
✔ Taylor Swift
— Thunderstorms
✖
✔ Playing for People
— Trains
✖
Current Job:
Violinist for New York Philharmonic
Personality:
From birth to now, Hywel never quite drifted from what many people tend to peg him as. In nature, Hywel tends to keep a calm, unwavering demeanor about himself. Such things tend to hide Hywel's actual nature with the quietness that leaves him a resolute wall to the outside. Regardless, Hywel acts with his whole self and what he gives freely remains only a small part of himself.
For Hywel, however, many things come as vague and ambiguous when concerning how he acts and with what purpose. Though the deliberateness in his footsteps may seem to take the effect of an honest, straightforward man, such a thing far from represents the aloof and distant Hywel. It surfaces from the inherent distrust that affects Hywel as a person and the need to hide purpose within actions and veils, careful and precise. And though the man exhibits an impulsiveness by nature, Hywel tends to layer various things in a precise manner, though planning tends to go over his head. This often colors him as rather manipulative, secretive, and often cautious to trust.
Though caution refuses to take spontaneity into account. Despite his lack of trust in people, Hywel exhibits a rather impulsive quality. Intelligence can only go in so far without action and Hywel displays a knack for acting almost without care. The cunning is simply their to get him out of situations in which he tends to put himself into. Regardless, Hywel knows the difference between impulse and stupidity. Winging things doesn't devalue his own intellect nor does it take away any from the clever nature of his being.
Biography:
Humanity is a gift not many realize they have.
Quiet boy in Ireland to the enigmatic man of New York. From an early age, Hywel took to the soft singing of a working mother that later grew into an insatiable thirst for music. A completely average life, however, gave as much of an opportunity as the next. With not much to grow with, Hywel's gift withered with the doldrums of education and work. He was a smart boy, with a cleverness that allowed him to achieve small victories. Unfortunately, those went to waste without the drive to go much anywhere. That's always something Hywel lacked: a drive. Without that, average life seemed to drag Hywel under to let him fester with the mediocrity of sameness in his life. A boy as quiet as he, it was a surprise how impulsive he tended to be, but that impulse could only carry a man as far as he was willing.
Eventually, fate befalls all men and women.
Both parents, unfortunately, succumbed to the eventuality of life. Nothing tragic; simply things coming full circle. Faced with the inevitability, however, something clicked within Hywel's mind. A caution that triggered that deep, everlasting fear living within every human heart. And suddenly, all of those opportunities he lacked came to and the willing ignorance shed. His parents may have found their quiet lives fulfilling, wholesome, not because they lacked something, but because they found something that Hywel lacked himself.
In a morbid sense, Hywel's purpose and drive was a product of both his parents dying.
This drove him to regain his repressed talents, let his fingers to the talking and guide him along. It started with small pub crawls, with a guitar in hand, or perhaps a piano, but most of the time he had a violin. All of which had been previously inherited through generations. Gaining further recognition as Hywel carved himself into his own niche of the music industry, he went on further to Dublin and finally landed a spot in New York. Nothing fancy, not yet. But the longer he played and the more he put himself out there, the bigger he got. Until that drive and purpose found himself in the famous New York Philharmonic, a second seat violinist, and an up-and-comer in the land of musicians. All of this with purpose, though most of it had very much to do with his own impulsive nature.
Eventually, Hywel surmised he'd find a quiet place to compose his music. He didn't just want to play it, he wanted to create it. Compose it for the world to see. Of course, Hywel is a man of many talents, most of them musically founded, and far from the quiet he actually is. A great contrast to his calm, composed personality is the fieriness of his music, song, and dance. Exactly why he landed himself in Fairbrooke. Or supposedly. Not really. It looked like a quiet place, something that drew him in. A sanctuary of sorts. Something new to be found and a mystery if he ever heard of one.
Roommate:
Joshka Archard
Relationship with Roommate:
Pretty good friends.
Other:
His room is his masterpiece. Littered with sheet music and instruments and Taylor Swift albums and latest Broadway showstoppers.
At the moment, he currently works at home where he is tasked with composing an album for the orchestra. As well, he currently has a deal with a Broadway producer to work on musical pieces for a show.
Has an Egyptian Mau by the name of
Nyneve. She stays in his room due to Josh's distaste for cats. She doesn't shed.