bitterguardian: (Merlin circle)









The Obvious
Maxim Horvath is both tall and broad, 6'3" with a build that's a strange mix of stocky and lanky. He's barrel-chested and definitely overweight, but he's also got very long arms and legs, and a generally big frame under the extra padding. He has a rocking limp and uses a cane to walk, but it's more for balance than actual support and unless someone is very observant it's hard to tell that it's his left leg he's favoring.
He appears to be somewhere in his late forties to early fifties, with a hint of grey in his beard and at his temples. More than once he's been mistaken for some kind of professor, and he tends to dress in slightly outdated three-piece suits, or at least slacks, oxford shirts, and a vest. His clothes are tailored, but a little bit threadbare just because they're old. He also has reading glasses, which he'll pull out if needed, so that contributes to the professorial look. The most striking thing about Horvath's wardrobe are his rings; On most days there's one on every finger except his wedding ring finger. All of them are on the heavy side, mostly ornate, and have some gemstone or another. The least he's ever seen with is two, one on his right hand set with a blue translucent stone, maybe a sapphire, and an additional ring of one kind or another. He wears no other jewelry, as a general rule.
Horvath has a deep, expressive voice and a British/European accent (True Brits will hear hints that he's traveled). He's an eloquent speaker and he likes to talk, and has a slightly sarcastic, dry wit. On the surface of things, he's usually friendly and easy to have a conversation with, but he also doesn't like to go into emotional topics or the details of his own history. Horvath can be dour and serious, if he's not on a cheerful topic. He doesn't deal well with overly emotional people, tending to flounder and/or retreat in a hurry.



The Less Obvious
To those sensitive to these things, Horvath is a sorcerer of not inconsiderable power. He was a student of Merlin, and is over 1,450 years old. There is a spell set on him by Merlin which keeps him from aging (mostly) until Morgana is destroyed, but he's not invulnerable or impossible to kill. His rings are (yes all of them) magic in nature, but some have different uses than others. The ring on his right hand with the blue stone is his personal talisman, and he usually has at least a couple of rings that store quick-use magic shield spells.
If it comes up in a fight or some other action sequence, Horvath is missing his left leg from just a few inches below the knee. The prosthesis is fairly modern, metal and plastic and made to match his other leg realistically, but it doesn't bend much at the ankle. He can't feel it, of course, and his balance is a little iffy because of that, but he can walk a short distance without the aid of a cane.



OOC Permissions, etc.
Important note for those expecting the movie version of Maxim Horvath: This Horvath is an AU version! Please see the Au info link below for more. Horvath is also played as familiar with a multiversal nexus ([community profile] dear_multiverse from back on LJ) and has continuity from that, including a friendship with a pre-movie canon Balthazar Blake.
I am generally down for action/fight scenes as long as there is no god-moding involved. Mun and muse are over the age of 18 and then some. If you have any OOC questions, just send me a message!



AU Info ~ Character Survey of Doom


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Ambient sound environment of Horvath's Library.
All artwork copyright Rey 2014 Larger version here.
bitterguardian: (moody bw profile)
The winter storm continues, with Horvath still rendering medical attention to Nexizens in need, including Furiosa [personal profile] eumenis. Although he is still unable to heal Captain America [personal profile] shieldborne, when the two teenage Spiders-Men go missing, he joins him in reporting it to the Nexus. Matt Murdock [personal profile] he_put_the_devil_in_me, Kinner [personal profile] outpostcook, and Harrowheart [personal profile] westfallcorndog volunteer to form a search party, and bring the Anansi Bros [personal profile] websnextdoor & [personal profile] telarano back to the clubhouse. At their triumphant return, Horvath gets to work trying to recover the boys from hypothermia.

The Nexus has no end of crises in store, and a day or two later when Horvath is at work in the medical tents a building collapses. With the aid of Hermione [personal profile] mudblood_andproud and Danny [personal profile] prescription_grade he struggles to dig out and save anyone who survived the initial structural failure.

In a quieter moment, Steve [personal profile] shieldborne and Horvath have a chat.
bitterguardian: (disheveled)
As if to drive home how life-changing the Nexus can be, Horvath finds himself completely trapped there when a winter storm takes over and knocks out most PINpoints and gates. He signs up to help offer medical aid, and later ends up doing triage. In between this, he meets a Steve Rogers and Spider-Man, and joins their group, trekking to their safehouse. Along the way, Steve encounters something that lays a curse on his eyes, rendering him blind.
bitterguardian: (glasses shadows)
After an absence of roughly three years, Horvath makes his way back to the Nexus and finds the place in the middle of a solstice party. There he meets the host, Thor [personal profile] pirateangelbaby, a man named Kinner [personal profile] outpostcook who has a problem, and Hermione and CJ [personal profile] mudblood_andproud who is happy to discuss magic.

A day or two after the party, he further discusses the plans to take on the alien monster from Kinner's world.

Along the way in the Nexus, he tries to help Peter Parker [personal profile] websnextdoor with his problems living a dual life.
bitterguardian: (looking down)
September 15th, 2000 (Local time)


There is no questioning that finding each other through the Nexus has been a boon to Max and Balthazar both. Of course, before they found each other they got by; Merlin did not choose people for his apprentices who would simply lay down at the first difficulty. For close to a thousand years, they each survived, but that's not to say it was a happy existence. In finding each other, they have each regained the brother they thought lost forever.
Since they found each other, both old sorcerers have led much brighter, happier lives.

Horvath is in a cheerful mood, when he steps into the back room of the Arcana Cabana via PINpoint. He's brought a bottle of wine, and calls out as he arrives. "Bel? Hadn't seen you in the Nexus, this week..."

His words trail off, because the building feels hollow. Cautiously, he emerges into the front room, and finds everything more or less in order- for a given value, because Balthazar tends towards gently chaotic clutter at the best of times. The front door is locked, but it was not done by a human hand. He makes his way upstairs, and doesn't curse at the difficulty, and finds Balthazar's pets fed and watered but desperate for attention.

There are small magics in place, in case the Nexus should keep Balthazar unexpectedly, enchantments tied to clockwork to ensure the animals don't starve. Enchantment to lock the door if the place is empty. Enchantments to take care of the place for a short while, if Balthazar can't- for whatever reason, be here.

And he isn't here.

The bottle of wine is forgotten, and Horvath scours the place for clues, but there's no sign that Balthazar left in a hurry, and in fact there's no sign he even left at all apart from the fact that he simply isn't there. His coat and hat are, though. Things are spoiling in the fridge but no sign that he was expecting to be away for a while. There's no note, no message of any kind, magical or ordinary. Upstairs, downstairs, Horvath searches the place until he's exhausted, sits and pets the animals, then gets up and searches again.

In the end, it's more luck than anything else that leads him to the vase, and there painted in the poor souls depicted as trapped within he finds Balthazar's face.

And his own.

There's nothing to be done to hurry up the spell that keeps Balthazar and Horvath's alternate trapped there for ten years. The urn is older than either of them, and unsafe to tamper with. He can't do much of anything at all, except ensure that the pets get good homes with associates of Balthazar in this world, and that the taxes are paid up and the whole building layered with protection magics. All he can do for his old friend is keep things in order, and safe, and wait.

Ten years out of a thousand is not so much.

It feels like an eternity.
bitterguardian: (tea & books)
Amarante's first visit to Horvath's home was brief, but the place makes an impression. Deep underground, buried in metal and concrete and layers of wards even his old master would be impressed by, Horvath is an old dragon huddled in a subterranean lair. He may have mentioned 'the vault', and he's told her before of how he guards something the Morganians would gladly kill him to get. His home is a bomb shelter, and he keeps it very tightly under lock and key.

Inside this fortress, he's made a grand space, though. His library fills most of an abandoned train station, with a cathedral ceiling that's mostly lost in shadow and rows of bookshelves that stretch further than can be seen from standing in any one spot. There are throw rugs, plush antique chairs and couches, desks and tables piled with books and papers and knickknacks, and a few display stands and cabinets that hold bizarre and impressive items collected on his travels over the ages. Lamps scattered throughout the place cast just enough light to give a warm and cozy glow to the place, without making it too bright. It's a far cry from the sanctuary Mara took him to, but the place has been molded around him like well-worn clothing or a favorite chair. Every inch of the place is very him.

Winter sent him curling up close to home, in the kind of retreat he tried to warn her he so often falls prey to. The cold has begun to creep into his bones, the past few years, and he hates to even risk slipping on the ice. It's far easier to stay down here, in the warmth and comfort of his books and his cats. He feels a little guilty for it, but with spring, it seems time to make an effort to come out of hibernation. His invitation is tentative, since she's been busy serving her Lady over the winter, and having her visit him isn't much of a step outside himself, but he's trying. With a table laid out for tea, Horvath awaits his guest, while the cats demand his attention simply because they can sense his quiet anxieties.
bitterguardian: (Plasma bolt)
Back-alley battle, with an unexpected assist from Fortescue.
bitterguardian: (tea & books)

Horvath can, even if he thinks back hard on the past few decades since he settled in New York, count the number of guests he's had on one hand. It's only been Bel, the past five years or so, and he's had two or three trusted associates over to talk shop in the past twenty years, once each. Most of those have since passed on, anyway. A large reason is that he is cautious, to the point of paranoia. After all, his home is built around a vault that contains some very volatile magical items, which is the very reason he settled there, wanting to guard it more closely. That's partly an excuse, though. It's only subconsciously that he looks for reasons to keep people out; out of his home, out of his life. Friends are dangerous, it hurts too much to get attached only to outlive them in what seems like such a short time.

More recently, that's changed, and he's making an effort to open up again. It still takes some careful adjustments to the wards, to let even one person in. Fortunately he knows Anna fairly well, having astral projected with her, so that makes the adjustment easier. She should feel privileged, being one of only three people currently able to pass through the fortification of shields that surround his home.

At the arranged time, he magically teleports her in, to a dim cozy library with a vaulted ceiling of tile. There are no windows, and if one studies the architectural details it's not hard to see the remnants of the turn-of-the-century train station this place once was. Horvath has since filled it with bookshelves, desks, floor lamps and chairs. It's comfortably warm, and the furniture is antique and well-padded, much like the man who makes his home here. A low table has been laid out with tea, finger sandwiches, and cookies, with a few book-shaped wrapped packages stacked to one side.
bitterguardian: (little smile)
She's an unusual friend, with other unusual friends, but a friend nonetheless.
bitterguardian: (Merlin circle)
Sorcerer of another kind, yet not so different at all.

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