Aug 28, 2018 17:52:42 GMT -6
Grayson Zachariah Fluer keep your eyes closed general info
appearance Grayson stands at 6'2" with a well-built body, clearly no stranger to fights. His often aggressive posture gives him a sort of intimidating appearance, only enhanced by the cold look in his eyes. His hairs is a shade close to black, and hangs in feathered layers around his face, reaching as far as his collar bones. His eyes draw most of one's attention, with his right eye being a vivid green, and his left, a darker red. Heterochromia, a feature passed down from his parents to both him and his brothers. Beneath his eye is a single beauty mark, another shared feature connecting him to his siblings. When shifted, Grayson’s form as a black wolf is almost identical to when he was alive as a Lycanthrope. Having died with a strong need to protect in his heart, the decay to this form is limited, only missing a chunk of ear, various patches of fur, and much of the skin from his tail. He retains his red and green eyes in this form, making it seem all the more ominous. As a former Lycanthrope, he still bears certain traits from his previous life, such as prominent canine teeth for easily biting through flesh, and sharp eyes for stalking prey. Often, his mannerism and movements will still reflect this past nature as well. personality
Upon coming back as a Lich Beast, Grayson’s personality has changed quite a bit. While he was once good-natured, always kind to those around him, and often seen laughing with his brothers, he can now be best described as ‘brutal.’ Though still kind to those that stay out of his way, he will step on anything that dares cross his path in his mission to find his brothers. No longer really able to make connections, he surrounds himself with people who can help him achieve his goal, while entirely dismissing everyone else. Almost as if his feral nature had taken over when he died, his every move is aggressive and his intent clear. Unable to hold back in fights, he is known to go for the kill, unless restrained by a third party. Inside, he detests this new nature and doesn’t want his brothers to know him this way, but he knows it’s simply the price for another chance to save them. abilities Raise Dead - Intermediate As a Lich Beast, Grayson is able to temporarily reanimate and control the corpses of wolves or other canines. As he doesn't often have the chance to use this, it's still kind of a clumsy ability for him. Still, if there's ever the chance to make use of it to his advantage, he won't pass it up. God forbid anyone tries to attack him in a pet cemetery. Pestilence - Advanced This ability allows Grayson to control all sorts of low-level pests, such as rats, insects, bats, and some birds, for a period of time. He uses this ability more than anything else. After all, there's never a shortage of pests, no matter where you are. Whether you need a distraction, a conveniently small creature to unlock a door for you, a large scale attack from all sides, or simply a tool for torture, the possibilities are endless. The last mentioned is one of the most common uses for him. After all, multiple bites or stings from certain kind of bugs can cause excruciating pain. There's also a convenient source of maggots to clean wounds and keep his prey alive for longer. Plague - Natural While Grayson is in his animal form, his undead body exudes a potent miasma capable of inflicting a certain illness onto those around him. The longer one is exposed, the longer it will last. Though it is different for each Lich Beast, the illness that Grayson's 'plague' induces is simply vertigo. Those exposed will experience a sudden dizziness and lack of balance as if the world around them were spinning. Famine - Natural It is because of this that Gray experiences a constant, insatiable hunger, as though cursed. He is not the only one to be affected by this ability, however. Those who see him will come to share in this hunger, feeling a sudden need to eat. If exposed for too long, the person's hunger may intensify to the point where they will keep eating, as though they'd been starved. He is able to control the effect on other people to a small extent. backstory Grayson's pack was always a small one, growing up. Him, his parents, and his two brothers. If his mother or father had family, they were never mentioned. It wasn't an issue, though-- Gray had liked it just fine that way. He loved his family. For the first ten years of his life, everything was exactly the way he'd liked it. The only real issue was that their parents would often disappear for days at a time...'Business trips,' they would say. But that was okay, too. He'd learned to take care of his brothers. One day, however, they hadn't come back. Well, that was how his brothers knew the story. That was the truth Grayson had given them. Only he knew what had really happened that day. In truth, Grayson's parents worked for the Assembly of Phantoms, as informants. He didn't know the details. Only that one day they'd decided they wanted out of the organization, and things went south. It wasn't a simple thing for an informant to just leave, of course. Grayson was there when it went down, having left school early after a fight. His presence hidden by the well-placed decor, he saw the men speaking to his parents. He saw it escalate. And in hardly a moment, he saw it end. His parents had hardly been able to defend themselves before they were cut down, reduced to little more than bloody figures on the floor. Grayson didn't remember much of what happened after that moment. By the time he came to, he found himself back at the school, on his way to pull his brothers out of class. He was young, but he understood well enough that they were all in danger. He couldn't let anything happen to his brothers. In the years following, he and his remaining family lived much like street rats in the shadows. Traumatized and paranoid, he was in constant fear that the men would come for his brothers. Though his younger siblings had had trouble coming to terms that they wouldn't be going back home or seeing their parents again, they trusted him. He kept them safe and well-fed, though often resorting to stealing when he couldn't find odd jobs around the town. As they grew older, his paranoia steadily began to fade, and he started to feel almost comfortable in life. He grew careless and stopped running, thinking he could make a life with his brothers in the town they'd ended up in. He was nineteen, at the time. For a couple of months, everything was fine. His family was healthy and he’d almost saved up enough money to get a small place for them to live. Unfortunately, in order to achieve that, he’d had to start taking work on the darker side of things. He’d told himself it wasn’t such a big deal, and that he was just a transporter, but he knew he was starting to take unnecessary risks. Still, also knowing he had to keep providing in order for his pack to know a normal life, he kept doing it. He hadn’t been aware that the people he was working for were affiliated with the Assembly of Phantoms. It was this line of work that lead him to that dreaded encounter, meeting again with the man he’d seen slaughter his parents. The moment their eyes met, he knew that was all it took. Nearly ten years of running, reduced to nothing. He'd immediately gone home to take his siblings and get out of town, but that feeling of dread never left him. He knew they were on his tail at that point, and that stopping for even a moment would likely mean death. Dragging his brother's alongside him with little in the way of explanation, he expected to simply be trusted as he was before. But the younger wolves were tired of running. His dismissive explanation wasn't enough. With the two refusing to just keep following him blindly, they argued, and soon, he found himself alone. He'd tried to follow them, to convince them they had to stay together, but the boys only grew angrier with him. He had no choice but to give them space, as risky as it was. He didn’t know how to handle the ill-timed rebellion. It was understandable, really. Just a few days prior, he had been talking to them about settling down permanently, yet now they were on the move again. It was his fault for ever letting himself think they were safe, really. Still, the days passed on as normal, the only difference being that it was the younger siblings taking the lead. In time, the younger boys calmed and though still clearly upset at the lack of explanation, they forgave Grayson and allowed him to resume leadership. They knew their brother well enough to know when he was scared. They just wanted to know what they were fleeing from. Still, the eldest Lycanthrope never spoke on it or let them in on what was going on. He simply continued as they were before, leading his pack away from the perceived danger. In the end, his vigilance wasn't enough. The attack finally came on the night he dreaded most-- the new moon. With him and his brothers at their weakest, he'd tried to hide them away, deep within the basement of an abandoned building, thinking they could all just sleep through it. When he'd awoken in the night, however, his brothers were gone. Frantically scrambling from the building, he found them right in the alley outside, held hostage by two men with syringes held at their necks. It was clear from the way the liquid within the syringes seemed to almost glow from the minute light in the alley, what it was. Silver. Standing next to them with an eerily calm smile was the man he'd often had nightmares about as a child, after witnessing the death of his parents. Though a varied mix of emotions overtook him at that moment, anger won out. His instincts told him to tear the man apart, but with the new moon, he couldn't find his strength. He also knew that one wrong move could result in those needles burrowing into his brothers' necks. Still, as the man opened his arms in a taunt, Grayson lunged forward relying on his natural strength. His attack amounted to nothing as he soon found himself thrown back into the dirt. His frenzied yells for his brothers to be released were met with laughter. Enraged, he was no longer able to think logically within the situation. He could only attempt to attack the man, over and over, and every time he was swatted away like some sort of fly. The man taunted him all the while, going into great detail on how and why he’d killed their parents, as well as how he was going to kill his brothers. It was only by the time that Grayson was well into exhaustion, yet practically foaming at the mouth in rage that the AP agent seemed to grow bored of the game. Before he could lunge himself at the offender one last time, Grayson found a clawed arm impaling its way through his chest. Falling to his knees in a puddle of his own blood as the arm retracted, his mind seemed to clear, hearing only the frantic screams of his brothers. Knowing he was fatally wounded from the attack, but no longer enraged, he stared up at the man, feeling the blood pool from the corner of his lips as his mind raced. When he died, there would be no one to protect his family from the same fate. His mind steadfast, he looked to the murderer and pleaded. His words weak and broken, he asked that rather than his brothers being killed, that they be recruited into the Assembly of Phantoms. They each had their individual talents. They could be useful. He no longer heard the distraught yelling from his siblings, focused instead on the look of interest in the man’s eyes. He knew that by asking this, he was be offering the two boys up into a life of hell and servitude. But, as long as they lived, then he had won this battle. And with that, his consciousness faded into a permanent dark. What happened after his death was a blur. He remembered an intense need to fix what he had done. To go back and protect his brothers properly. There was a vague memory of demanding to see Thanatos, to be returned to his body. Everything after that was just white noise. And yet, it seemed he’d got what he wanted. Two weeks after the events of that new moon, he awoke in the very same alley. His original body having already been destroyed, a new one had been created for him, thankfully free of giant holes. His mind dulled and weak during those first few hours, all he could do was wander around, naked in the night until someone found him and tried to help. It has now been nearly three years since his resurrection as an Undead. Lacking any sign of his brothers since that night, it has been his one goal to find them. After that, he would kill the man that had so easily destroyed his pack. Upon coming back as a Lich Beast, Grayson’s personality has gone through a drastic change. Once carefree and gentle, he was now cold and resolute, only showing real kindness to the rare individual he’s able to form a bond with. Retaining a seething hatred for the Assembly of Shadows, he has made it his full-time job to hunt down their agents, either for information or just for fun. He’s grown particularly fond of torturing them for information. Most didn’t give it up easily, but he’d found ways of forcing it out. He currently preferred method consists of basically eating them alive, starting from their limbs. Sure, he wasn’t technically a Lycanthrope anymore, but he still had the teeth designed for ripping through thick flesh. Most of his prey would get a lot looser in the tongue once there were a few large chunks of meat missing from their arm or leg. For the ones that held out, he would make use of his natural ability, Famine, to lead them to start eating themselves. It is because of this sadistic practice of his, that Grayson has come to be called ‘The Gray Ripper’ among certain groups. misc - Grayson is colorblind. Specifically speaking, he has one of the rarest forms of colorblindness, Achromatopsia, seeing only in full gray-scale. Because of this, he often has trouble seeing at all around bright lights, and prefers to be out in the night. When he absolutely must go out in the bright sun, he will usually wear sunglasses. - Often craves raw flesh, as a side effect of his never-ending hunger. Animal flesh rarely does the trick. - Always entirely aware of his surroundings in case anyone tries to follow him. It's a leftover paranoia from his life spent on the run before death. - Always knows exactly what phase the moon is in. - Has never held a relationship, though he doesn't particularly mind sleeping with those who seem interested. His habit of biting is usually a deal breaker. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Smile ☆ RP EXPERIENCE 10+ Years ☆ TIMEZONE Mountain Standard Time ☆ GENDER Male ☆ AGE 23 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Alec Alois ☆ FACE CLAIM HYPNOSIS MIC, Ichiro Yamada ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO SMILE. DO NOT STEAL. |
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