HUNT, Vexen Veritas

[vexen veritas hunt]

VEXEN VERITAS HUNT

FULL NAME: Vexen Veritas Hunt.
NICKNAMES: Vex.
AGE: Twenty-One
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight - surprisingly.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Junior.
MAJOR: Cosmetology.
JOB OCCUPATION: Gotham Bartender.

HAIR: Brown, usually messy and on the shorter side. He styles it with his fingers most mornings and then lets the day take care of the rest.
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He has one on his right elbow from a snowboarding accident, and another on his left side, at the bottom of his ribs from slipping on a barbed wire fence when he was a drunken mess two years ago. It looks as nasty as it felt.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Matthew Daddario!

LIKES: Painting faces, loud music, horror movies, classic literature, bars, flirting, beer, MAC cosmetics, body paint, chocolate sauce on everything, science-fiction, sleeping with the window open, fresh bedding, mangoes for breakfast, a good skin routine, engine work, Calvin Klein boxers, summer, embarrassing people, coffee in the morning but green tea in the afternoon, lemon sorbet.
DISLIKES: Paper cuts, caked on make-up, badly done eyebrows, having a shave, real blood, candle wax on his furniture, cancelled plans, headaches, boring classes, rules, early mornings, whining women, fluorescent lights, getting food on his bed, bugs, oil on his good clothes, strawberry ice cream, losing his phone, alarms, making toast, wasps, seafood salad, crying kids.
FEARS: Being a dad, wasps, losing Pan.
SECRETS: Pan knows, but to everyone else Vex is being an annoying ass for no reason. In reality, he’s being an embarrassment and an awkward sod because he wants to see how many buttons he can press and how far from the family he can go before they either kick him out of it or at least threaten to do that. Plus, he has dreams and ambitions beyond what his father has prepared them for and rather than be rational about it, he’d rather be rebellious and make a scene; because it’s how he does things.
PERSONALITY: Vex is a sarcastic and outspoken SOB most of the time. He’s borderline arrogant some of the time, and there are moments when he probably comes across as needing a good slap. Beyond that though, is a man with a good heart. He loves his twin sister, and his family, even if he doesn’t show it too well (though to him, being an embarrassment is a sign of love and affection). Deep down though, he’s protective of them, and god protect the man (or woman) who hurt those who share his DNA. Vex is artistic, but he doesn’t put his time and effort onto canvas or paper; he prefers a breathing model to paint on. He is very hands on in every aspect of his life, be it with the engines he grew up around, his body art and make up, or with the girls he likes to keep the company of. He’s charismatic and charming, even if some people have a tough time believing that he is straight. Vex is a man who can wrap people around his little finger and have them eating out of the palm of his hands if he wants. His only downside is that he also gets bored of people rather easily, which makes keeping friendships a little difficult. Vex can be annoying to some people, and he knows it. He likes to push people’s buttons, and as such is very aware that he can find himself in a fight at times. He’s more of a defensive fighter when that happens, preferring to block and stun and make a getaway. In reality, Vex is more of a lover than a fighter. He’s smooth as caramel. Flirtatious and just a little bit too wild there is very little Vex won’t say yes, too. Rumpled bedsheets and a collection of “misplaced” bras are his trophies, and he’s pretty darn proud of them. He’s never looked for a serious relationship, but he’s happy to keep on adding to the notches in his bedposts.

MOTHER: Elodie Hunt.
FATHER: Collin Hunt.
SIBLINGS: Icarus Noah Hunt, 30
Kirk Ferdinand Hunt,
Pandora Wylde Hunt, 21.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Pandora has a dog, but Vex tends to leave most of that to her – he doesn’t want fur on his clothes!
HOMETOWN: Birthplace.
HISTORY: Vex likes to think that when he was born, the universe thought a joke had taken place; how else would he have ended up named Vexen Veritas? He’s made countless jokes and comments throughout his life about his name (and his sister), but mostly he asks his mother if she had an awful birth and if the doctors gave her an obscene amount of pain relief because Vexen Veritas. He felt Pan came out of their birth with the better deal name wise. He felt cheated.

Growing up, Vex was something of a pest. He was always outspoken and opening his mouth when people were silently wishing he would just stay quiet. Sometimes he did it intentionally just to cause a scene or embarrass one of his siblings or parents. He got a bit of a kick out of watching them flounder in a moment. He loved them to bits, but tormenting them was his way of showing affection rather than hugs or kisses really. He liked to keep people on their toes and to play games to see how people would react to what would come from his lips next.

Collin taught his children everything about the engine company he was the CEO of. Vex glossed over for all the technical stuff, because he didn’t have a head for that sort of thing, but when it came to engines, he liked to play with his sister. He could spend hours in the workshops putting things together and taking them apart again. He didn’t mind getting up to his elbows in grease and oil. Out of all of his siblings though, Vex might have been the one who was the least interested in it all. He wasn’t disinterested, but there were other passions out there that he enjoyed and might ultimately enjoy pursuing. He recognised that when he was a teenager and though he never said as much to his father, he could admit it to himself. Plus, he liked to play with the engines, and he found it relaxing to get dressed in his old clothes and just spend a weekend or an afternoon in the workshops just messing around and seeing what he could do down there.

Vex had a pretty artistic gift, too, though it wasn’t with oils and pastels. It was with make-up and body paint. He discovered it when a friend was in the school play and disaster struck thirty minutes before curtain up. Vex just plonked her down on a stool and did what he could with her make-up bag and a photo. Essentially, the way he saw it, it was just painting. The only difference was that this canvas was living and breathing. After that he sort of tried more, dabbled with face paints and body paints and made it more of a thing until friends were coming to him for date, prom and party make-up. It was a little annoying when he wanted to get ready himself, or he had to smuggle them in only to sneak himself and a gaggle of girls out, too. Obviously, he had Pan to help him out with that.

When high school was over, Vex fancied spreading his wings somewhat. He wanted to push the boat out a bit, and so suggested moving to New York for college; an idea he pushed on his sister until she agreed to come with him. He wasn’t about to leave her behind when they were a package deal. He then decided to give the family a heart attack over Sunday dinner when he announced that his major would be cosmetology. He wanted to make people feel pretty – or disgusting, if that was their preference. He was not an academic kid, and he didn’t want to be. He also felt like he knew all he could about engines without needing to sit in a classroom and hear it from a professor who would only berate him for being a know-it-all. This was something he could have fun with, and annoy his family with; it was a win-win.

New York was where Vex also found the chance to really embrace the man he was sort of hiding back home. He hadn’t been hiding it so much as just keeping it under control; it was hard after all to have girls over when his parents were home and every hinged on sneaking in and out and relying on sibling cover stories! Away from that though, he could just bring them home and send them away again as he pleased. There was no more sneaking about and he very much let the flag of a bachelor fly. He was terrible, but he was a student at NYU, single, and living the dream. Many people mistook his major to mean that he was gay, but he laughed off the idea with a good nature, and corrected them sometimes by proving it physically – his favourite way – or by simply suggesting they join him on a night out to see how he scored with the ladies.

A junior now, living with Pan, working at Gotham, and Vex has more notches in his bedpost than he can count. He’s definitely got stories to tell, and some that are just too rude to share with the innocent natured. He doesn’t know what his future holds, or even what he wants it to hold. He’s just living as each day comes and rolling with that.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under the troll bridge.
SAMPLE:

BRING ME THE GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST, PRESENT, AND YET TO COME!
Wait, what?

[kim]