#c;simon

Name: Simon Ostergaard

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Student, Music Promoter, Lead Singer of The Flux

Faceclaim: Cameron Boyce

About:

Simon was born out of a one night stand between the owner of Pantheon, one of the biggest record labels in the world Oliver Ostergaard and his mother Natalie. His father offered to pay his mother out for an abortion, half a million dollars or even get her own contract with the label but she turned it down for her unborn child.

Simon has never met his father, never once spoken to him but his love for music and business was in his blood. He knew how to promote bands, he knew how to make money, all while being in his own band himself.

It wasn’t an ordinary night for Garrett. Considering his shitty week with.... he who shall not be named he needed an excuse to drink. Hence him at the baron Chinese new year wearing the uglist red suit he owns. He was two shots in when he saw Simon- the one person whose existence he tolerated. He raised the glass to the arrival. 

“Gong hei fat choy, Sigmond.” He said. “Come join the fun.” 

The hunter scoffed at his statement. “Do you really believe I would believe someone wearing some ugly puffy shirt and sweater combo claiming to be my brother.” The hunter scoffed. “And you're some fucking witch. Most witches are fucking liars who eat souls.” Markl was one of the few witches he trust. He picked up his crossbow. He didn’t mention the fear he had of possibly being a witch 

“So why don’t you do me a favor and fuck off.” 

Baron looked at the other wearily. Simon was a nice guy. Such a shame hes a soul-eating ling pirate bastard. Even though technically Baron could be a soul-eating bastard too. “Fuck genetics.” Baron said laying on the floor. 

Simon tilted his head. “I mean I am a monster who couldn't kill a monster,” Baron explained as he picked up the teddy bear. “But they will come back for me and see me as a hero If a kill a bigger monster.”  Jack came to mind. 

“But I dream bout other things.” He said picking up the teddy bear. He kissed its nose. “I think about a boy I met and he has kissable lips.” baron blushed. “Sometimes I think of his cute dimples and his smile. And how he says i talk too much.” He looked at his brother. 

“What I’m trying to say is I’m a monster but the good kind not the soul eating pirate kind.”