Personality

"If I were to rate my personality, it would be 2 cans of feces out of 10. It's like a really constipated person."

Hudson is the epitome of sarcasm, with his stone cold demeanor completed with his droll humor and monotone voice. This goat boy is all about giving anyone a snarky remark if he had too. He is in fact a huge back-talker, and will give you sass if he doesn’t agree with the subject in matter. He doesn’t get offended most of the time, but he will show it if you pull on his strings.
He does normally act around people in a mature way and always tries to be on his best behavior. He is pretty calm most of the time, and usually isn’t one to be angered quite easily. He socializes with any kind of personality; but he can be a very critically judgmental individual and it usually shows. He does hurt feelings with his bluntness and he’ll just keep it that way because he really doesn’t like ‘sugarcoating’ anyone. He is often careless when he spews words out of his mouth.
But of course, behind the bold attitude of is the soft core of his personality; like a roasted marshmallow you can say.
Everyone’s first impression of him is that he is a total weirdo and he can’t do more but agree so, because he thinks the same way. He pretty much got the nickname “Feral goat-lad” from the other nature spirits in camp.
But in the depths of his heart, he is in fact a very caring and sentimental individual; he doesn’t mind anyone confiding him for help. If anyone looked like they needed someone to talk to; he’d come up to them and ask them if anything was wrong and usually he’d just listen. If any of his loved ones were hurt in anyway, he’d try to do anything he can to cheer them up. Despite his bluntness to everyone, he doesn't discriminate nor does he tolerate it, he just hates on everyone equally.

Combat

"
Oh, don't make me send these chloroplastic creatures after you!"

He plays violin.
Playlist
• Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Violin Concerto No. 1
| He controls vines straight from the ground to do his bidding… well at least he tries to; It just seems that the vines shoot out from the ground but have a mind on its own. The music is still pretty shaky, so he can’t really control who the plants are going to attack. This has resulted to him getting dragged by vines several times.
Mozart is not Hudson’s personal friend, since he is only used to doing violin covers for other genres than actually practicing originals.
• The String Quartet Tribute To Muse - Stockholm Syndrome
| Can chant animals/insects of the area around him to come to his bidding, used mostly for attack (possibly to buy time from a monster). He can’t control who the animals and insects are going to attack, but if they run out of there as soon as possible then maybe they can escape the chance of getting rabies, WNV or anything like that.
• Antonio Vivaldi – Four Seasons
| Can heal and recreate a bit of a destroyed environment - greener grass, healthier plants and trees, cleaner water, etc.; but for as long as he plays, his energy is drained so he can only heal a bit of the environment. Each of all four sets of concertos: spring, summer, autumn and winter – he can only play one concerto for each specific season they represent.
This is not something he has achieved completely; in fact he pretty much can’t do this ability right now, so it’ll take a lot of time.

Weapon//
• Two celestial bronze knives.
Hudson is better at manipulating the wild with his music rather than fighting in close combat, but if he were to be stuck in a situation such as, then he has two celestial bronze knives to slash the monsters with. It usually doesn’t kill the monster but it leaves them with a fair amount of wounds. He is never one for fighting anyway, and tries to get out of them.

Talents//
• He can play a fairly good amount of songs on the violin, which some can manipulate the wild.
• He can put on a decent knife fight.
• He’s a pretty good climber, but he’s limited to things like buildings and their really flat surfaces.
• He can jump lengths all the way to 3 metres and a half.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my entire life. Not even tubs of sparkles and Elmer's glue can make it anymore prettier. But, it's my life."

On December 25th 1976, Hudson was born under the name of Ernest Giles to Ridge Giles, satyr and August, a cloud Nymph. His parents decided to try to raise him in the human environment, despite the complications of merging with the mortal society. Throughout most of their lives, they have learned to live with the environment and fit into the society.

Ridge started a new life living as a house-boyfriend in their condominium while his girlfriend worked as a tour guide. He didn’t start off living like this at first…
Ridge Giles was once a homeless satyr in disguise, leaving in the streets of New York for almost 2 months. Born and raised in Camp Half Blood, he spent most of his life there as a demigod guide until he was stripped of his title due to failing to save a demigod from fatality. Feeling guilt and shamefulness, his only answer was to run off and start a new life in the city.

His best friend saved him from the cops using his persuasive speech. He was trying to steal a jug of apple juice and two cops happened to notice him. Later on in the evening, he stole the apple juice and some Styrofoam cups and found Ridge half-asleep in an alleyway. They chatted for a while and drank Styrofoam cups of apple juice.

Gill McDermott was his name, and he was Hudson’s godfather and pseudo uncle. He was a son of Hermes, and a demigod trained in Camp Half Blood. He was a journalist working for the New York Times, and at the time was writing an article on the people in poverty of New York City. Although Ridge couldn’t possibly be legitimate to add to the article, Gill decided he wanted to interview him on his poverty story. After listening to every word he said, he pitied him and offered to give him a place to stay.

He used to join him on his crazy pursuits of finding a good article to write on. They always got into situations where both of them would be separated from each other, or the other one would be in trouble but they will always find each other at the end. And over the years they have gained both of their trusts, and their friendship developed as it went on. Ridge decided to make an empathy link with Gill just in case both of them get in deadlier situations. It is always because they trusted each other enough for this kind of link.

Then he found the love of his life while he was being drunk out of his mind in the beer pub. August lived most of her immortal life in disguised as a mortal, living in the city of New York since the 1950’s. Being a bartender has been one of her many jobs; and she have managed to serve beer to hapless folks long enough. Ridge stayed and talked to her under the influence until the pub hit closing time and her shift was off. He had gotten so drunk that she took him back to her condominium to help him patch up. He woke up lying on her couch with a massive hangover the next day. After convincing him that she was in fact a friendly, they got to know a bit about each other. And eventually, their relationship took a turn for the better over the years. August then found something that was suitable for her, being a tour guide! She absolutely loved everything about the city and the attractions and wouldn't mind showing tourists what they need to see. Being a cloud nymph, she gets used to the changes of nature as long as the clouds keep passing by in the sky.

Since Ridge was too busy being a stay-home dad and August was too busy with her tour guide job, he would have a conversation with Gill through their telepathy link and talk about pretty much nothing especially since they get bored so easily. Since Hudson was growing up so fast, Gill started to worry about his plan on raising him. He’d exchange him thoughts on how he should think about the sake of his future, and how he was better off just being in camp. Ridge would always come back with the excuse that he only wants the best for him, and he didn’t want to enforce something that his son wouldn’t want to do.

But was he really doing this just for the sake of his son?

He knew that from the day his son was born that it would have been wise to just send him to camp. He knew it would have been better for him to be a demigod guide, and just because it had more closure and was a far more nurturing place to get raised in. But he doesn’t want his son to bare all the hardships he had to bare with. He didn’t want to imagine him dying in the hands of a vicious monster, but he always did. Sending him to camp would have given him an anxiety attack.

So Hudson grew up like any other normal boy: going to school, making friends and enemies, coming back home with homework. He grew up to love music, and wanted to grow up to be a musician and the instrument he chose to play was a violin. Before playing a violin, Ridge taught his son how to play the reed pipes – the typical kind of instrument any satyr father would teach his satyr son. Hudson was more into classical music then rustic; so Gill ended up teaching him how to play a violin and giving him one of his own. Ridge had to make sure he knew what kind of ancestry he arrived from, so he taught him about Satyroi history and the rule of Pan. He also made sure he knew the rule of the gods and true world that revolved around them.

Even if he did grow up like a normal boy… he wasn’t a normal boy and he knew that. He was a satyr growing up in disguise of an overly hairy and crippled boy with crutches. He was always constantly picked on by people about how hairy he was, or his ‘inability’ to walk. Hudson hated that about his life, and he sure as hell did not enjoy being a charity case as well. He demeaned himself to be bolder, to stand up against his problems and express himself more even if he really couldn’t.

But one night, everything just went over the top.

August came back from a tiring day at work. It was always somewhere during the night where her two favorite satyrs are usually tucked away in sleep. She was always put under a lot of pressure by the mortals, demanding her to hurry up, having to raise her voice around crying babies and traffic and just mortals being rude in general. Working at every waking hour, she felt like she can never get a break and enough time for her family.
She’d always want to come back home with her boyfriend cuddling her, asking her if her day turned out any better than the last, or Hudson staying up all night trying to compose his own music. Usually he’d wait for her to come back home, and most of the time sleeping peacefully on the couch.

She instead found a hyacinth growing from a pile of soil resting on the couch.

Hudson woke up from the sudden urging shaking of his mother, sobbing uncontrollably and shaking while holding a pot with a flower already blooming from it. She told him to hurry up and get ready; they had to head over to Gill’s to see if he was alright as well.
When they both finally got inside his house (the door was unlocked), they frantically looked around his entire property until they stumbled upon a note laid down on a coffee table in his living room.

“Dear August,
I was called immediately by another group of demigods to come over to the Downtown area to assist on what seemed to be a monster bombardment on the streets. There have been reports on Cyclops onslaughts appearing all over the place, and tonight’s was reported somewhere around your area so I had to come by there immediately to assist.
If you did receive this letter when you were searching for me around the house, I have something I’ll try to tell you.
My words can’t express how much you all mean to me, each one of you holds something dear inside my heart. If you are heartbroken and traumatized to what has happened tonight, I am truly sorry for what I have caused. I know how much he means the world to you, and I let that all be taken away because we formed a link together that would lead our fates into the same time that I have failed to live on for another day.
I can’t let you risk Ernest to face a danger far too greater, and I have told Ridge about this many times. But you must take him over to Camp Half Blood. You can’t raise a satyr in an environment where he can be easily exposed without training. He needs to know what it’s like to finally be himself around other people that won’t demonize him for that. That will have to be mandatory now.
I am so sorry August, things will get complicated if you keep going down the road like this.
I love every single one of you.
Your long time friend, Gill McDermott”

She couldn’t do much no more, Gill was right. She needed her boy to be safe, and prepared.
They went back home to pack up all of his belongings, and set out on the road to Long Island. It was best for her son to move on with his life, even if it pained her to give him away to a camp. Her boyfriend and her son made the best years of her immortal life. She was grieving so hard during the trip that she somehow made it rain over the area, Hudson tried to calm her down before she caused weird weather patterns to happen in the area.

Everything was changing so entirely fast for him. He did not know what this Camp Half Blood was, and why his father spontaneously reincarnated into a flower. So many questions were spewing out of his mouth, he was freaking out and he demanded to know what was going on.

His mother eventually told him about his father’s story: his life in camp, his duties and the end of his career, and his empathy link. She told him everything she knew about the place, through what his father has told her so long ago. She told him why he never wanted him to set foot into the camp, and that was because he never wanted Hudson to face duties such as that. He always wanted the best for him, he was just afraid of losing him too early. He was just a bit too over-protective to hand him over just so he can search for the children of gods, having to risk his life and not getting any reward for that.

How knew he’d end being a demigod guide five years later?
He just couldn’t get over the fact his father kept this a secret from him for so long, he also couldn’t get over how his mother suffered so much from this.
He pictures that night perfectly, especially his mother when she tightly held onto the pot of his father’s hyacinth and waving him goodbye somberly, giving him a broken smile.

Eventually he fit just right in camp, and eventually having the opportunity to seek for potential heroes as well. He didn’t like how crucial and dangerous his job is, but he always felt good when he brought them back safe and sound.
He’d always made sure he’d visit his mother in the month of December. When she gave away her only son to live in camp knowing that she would be giving away the last of her family, Hudson had to make sure he’ll always be there for her no matter the circumstances.

His self-esteem was always dwindling; he always bore the fact that if a normal human being were to see him without his disguise, well nothing good can ever happen from that.
Growing up under a disguise never had its perks, and he never had friends that truly cared about him. But living in camp, everyone opened up his world because they all understood what was like to feel ‘out of the norm’. He found a new family, a group of individuals just like he was. Although they can never replace his broken family, they all made him feel like he was finally home.

Text Color: #7F00FF
Fears: Clowns and Cyclopes
Additional: Purple is his favourite color, and he flashes it with pride.