User:Martin Hawksworth

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Martin Hawksworth
Biographical Information
Full name	Martin Reginald Hawksworth
Born	January 13, 1905
Residence	The World - London currently
Nationality	British
Blood Status	Pureblood
Education	Hogwarts, Higher Education, Specialized training
Class	Class of ‘23
Physical Information
Family Information
Spouse	none
Children	none
Parents	Two, unnecessary
Siblings	Four elders, unwanted
Magical Characteristics
Wand	Vine, Dragonheart String, Flexible, 9”
Patronus	Tiger
Affiliation
Occupation	Intelligence Agent for hire
Former Occupation(s)	Aurors Assistant, Acting Head of Auror Office, Head of Auror Office
House	Ravenclaw
Loyalty	Himself

LONG STORY, SHORT?

Martin seems to be a man with high ideals, lofty goals, and judgmental tendencies. He is willing to trade secrets about any organization he’s worked for. But to understand him by these points is to miss a contradiction of his very soul. The game is real for him, the trading of intel is highly limited even when juicy and superficial at best, and certain lines will not be crossed. He abhors children, but enjoys their youthful presence if they are bright. He is sophisticated and calculating, and cannot deal with the opposite sex. He’s played his part well, sometimes too well. He has no companions and few acquaintances that trust him. Those that knew his dogged desire to protect them, haven’t spoken with him for seven years...

INTRIGUED... FINE, READ ON

So stare in the mirror,

         This part is key,
                    Tell yourself truly,
                             What do you see?

1905-1915

Youngest of four, when you can’t win ’em, you make sure to pin stuff on ’em. Parents? What, do you want, birth records, or a letter of intent?

1915-1923

Ravenclaw... not sure how. Martin remembered working his tail off to keep his grades high. Still, he also remembered tricking other students into ‘helping’ him. At least he wasn’t a Gryffindor.

1923-1935

Higher studies took him into the political sphere after a time. Just before that, he took surprising marks in game theory, economics, and international business. His magical specialties took a backseat, but there had always been enough to keep him sharp and provide him with a means of navigating tricky scenarios. After some lengthy study abroad, he at last set his sights on the Ministry back home. He trained for several positions, but something in his combined skills flagged him as Auror material.

1938-1940

And then came the lap-dog years. Not an Auror, no, somehow he’d landed himself a job as an Assistant. Specifically, Michael Gray’s Assistant. He was the best pick, but why? Because he wasn’t female... Okay, so maybe there was more. Martin was also a bulldog that wanted to please. He could manage people, put out fires, and yet he still understood the primary goals of the business. Soon he realized that he would be doing the job of his boss and whatever tasks a simple Aurors Assistant accomplished while maintaining that Assistant’s salary, of course. Fun.

A SCHOLASTIC ASSIGNMENT?

Head of Gryffindor during the 1939 term... what? Oh yeah, he’d been assigned a role at the Hogwarts School to report on staff accountability after the precious school’s Headmistress was questioned. Let’s make more friends [i]that way[/i].

1940-1944

The powers that be didn’t think he was ready for Head of the Auror office, eh? But they didn’t mind him taking on all of Gray’s work for a couple years while juggling the Assistant role mess AND taking on an assignment at the School... Makes sense. Martin was instead assigned his shiny new role as Acting Head of Office. Still all the work, with the added benefit of being replaceable. Job security is so important!

1944

Finally, the title of Head of Office was his. Excellent. So great. So. Great.

MID 1945

Hexenreich oversight begins. What a marvelous time to be the actual boss of a crew of hot-heads. So. Great! And so Martin’s skills were really put to the test. Peacekeeping, intel gathering, a little back-scratching. All he had to do was work with the Hexenreich and also keep his officers from getting into trouble. Easy...

LATE 1945

Working with the burgeoning Resistance. Anyone want to try their hand at delivering messages without getting stunned senseless? Oh sure, Martin will work it into his well-oiled workaholic practice where his specialties include sporting a not so [i]routine[/i] ‘routine.’ Hm, and it was slowly working... just bring on the coffee.

1945-1949

The dance. It went on too long, with too many potential moles embedded and too many secrets kept close. Things were beginning to normalize after the Borders fell, and rebuilding commenced. Martin couldn’t admit anything to anyone. Well, maybe one or two, but they were few and far between, and they had their own stories to keep to themselves. Too many eyes and ears, and still too soon to feel safe.

1950-1951

Five years spent playing two sides of the coin, on your home turf, left a person in a heightened state of exhaustion and paranoia. The Wizarding world was coming to balance, but some people were definitely left behind in a void of the past. Martin, though he tried to hold the information close, knew that he was one of those lost individuals. That government drama that he was living with had been halted. He didn’t know who to admit this to, and worst of all, he didn’t know how to explain it rationally, but he’d found a wicked peace in the chaos. Maybe peace was the wrong word... thrill, comfort... The only down-side was that he felt shunned.

He was without something that he’d realized he was good at. He had an objective taken from him, so he was without a goal, and Martin had no one that he could voice these complicated feelings with.

EARLY 1952

Martin left the Ministry. Initially, he begins leveraging intelligence gathering opportunities that offer him travel opportunities. Eventually, however, they devolve into cutting ties with Wizarding Britain.

Using his less than perfect political record, he works to collect information on several countries - but the Americans and Russians were the most involved. The Wizarding worlds were incorporated when the need arose, but often it was to share insights regarding their Muggle neighbors. His Hexenreich connections were used to their fullest, might as well find some way to put a positive spin on his involvement. The intel collected was concerning - too much backstabbing and sabotage in all corners of the world. Governments were becoming greedy, information-hungry, offering gains, and promising asylum for betrayals of the smallest form. The muggle world was locked in some nihilistic race to world-ending weaponry, and Martin settled upon one recurring truth from all of it. No one ever learned.

MID 1955

Martin played his games, and usually without fault, but 1955 saw an end to his streak of luck. He spent time in a Russian prison for a year, funny enough because he dealt with the Hexenreich. Some bitter Hexenreich member recognized him from the Ministry. The man flip-flopped between calling Martin out and blaming him for specific minor Hexen successes - for their control of the Ministry. And then the man accused him of selling secrets to the British Wizarding government... Desperation, Martin supposed. For a time, the punishment was minimal - the crime listed as a minor infraction. What the foolish Hexenreich did not account for was that Martin had already divulged his connections to the Hexenreich. A tasty version of it anyway - just to gain information from the organizations he was in talks with. One doesn’t hide that kind of information from organizations if you wished to exploit them... In fact, if done correctly, he would never be pinned for anything he shared between groups... Still, the stink the man-made was public enough that Martin was expected to pay a public penance. It could have been much, much worse, so he was happy to play the role he’d been dealt with. And then a new muggle Premier came on board in 1955, a shift in focus and inclusion between Muggle Soviets and Wizarding powers became muddy, and Martin was [i]misplaced[/i]...

At least the punishment applied to that ray of sunshine Hexenreich informant wasn’t as pleasant as Martin’s first few months in prison.

MID 1956

So, Russia, 1956, the muggle government gains a new leader in name, but another holds influence. Russia’s wizarding government, playing its part in maintaining adequate ties to the muggle world, likely attempts to determine the best candidate for the sharing of information. This too was made difficult during a leadership change, and Martin couldn’t imagine the nightmare involved in potentially reading-in two separate individuals. Actually, he could.

And Martin’s little deals with both sides meant less and less as time went on.

Those little comforts Martin had, in the beginning, had slowly faded. He’d been transferred once or twice between establishments. He was lost in the system, it seemed. So, he did the only thing he could do... nope, Martin didn’t use magic, why would he? Most of the guards definitely had a better handle on combat magic than him. He preferred keeping limbs.

No, he wheeled and dealed enough to encourage his release, from literally anyone who would give him the time of day. At some point, he was reasonably confident that he promised to marry someone’s homely sister and to convince some woman to care for a guard’s children. Some debts still remain in the air to this day. Besides the odd promise thrown around, Martin had plenty of nuggets to offer to greedy hands. So much was in flux during the fifties that Martin hardly had to do his best sleuthing to pay off certain debts. But he was getting tired. The inconveniences of life on the move were becoming cumbersome. For a time at least, he needed a place to come home to. He needed to catch his breath.

1959

Home again. With as little time spent alone in front of a mirror as possible, for what he saw wasn’t always pleasing.