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FULL NAME:: Grayson Excalibur Ambrel
NICKNAMES:: Gray, Smokey
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 64 years
APPARENT AGE:: 18 years
SPECIES/RACE:: Spirit
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/ Him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Heterosexual
FACECLAIM:: Alex Saxon
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'10"
HAIR:: Long, wavey, dirty blonde
EYES:: Blue/grey
SKIN:: Fairly pale
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Track marks up his left arm, a scar on his jaw from a nasty fight, a few scars here and there from stupid shit
APPEARANCE:: Grayson overall is a pretty scruffy looking guy, and it's not just the long hair. In addition to the long wavy hair that he occasional wears in a pontail (not sure if that is less or more scruffy), he's not too stylish. Granted, he lived back in the 60s so pretty much anything he would wear from that time period wouldn't be considered fashionable in today's world. He is usually seen wearing a loose flannel shirt and some ripped up jeans, with some big work boots to complete the look. He never really got into those tight, hippie flare pants because he had dubbed them as a little too homosexual looking for his taste. But really, he has nothing against gay people. Just those atrocious pants.
Beyond the scruff, although, is a fairly handsome man. He has nice face with sharp jawline and delicate, kind eyes. However, what makes him looking more intimidating than he actually is, is a scar that runs from nearly his temple to his chin, from a fight he got into. His face is so angular, perhaps, because of all the drugs he did, but coming into spirit-hood has seemed to help with the sunkenness his eyes once had and the overall discoloration of his face. Despite this, he still has visible track marks on his arms from heroin use, although much of the time these are covered up.
PERSONALITY:: As a human, Grayson, like a stereotypical stoner, was a slightly temperamental guy that liked to smoke blunts to stay mellow. He liked being alone to smoke his blunts and contemplate the meaning of the universe. Despite his liking for being alone, he had a good amount of friends who shared his affinity for drugs. In this group of friends he was the joker, for his quick wittedness often amused others (friends and classmates, not so much teachers and other authority figures) with it's often vulgar undertone.
However, he was a cool flame that could spark up at any moment. If someone made Gray angry, he could take it for awhile, but if he exploded, he was terrifying. He wasn't a stranger to fights, and engaged in several in his short human life. His last fight, his last "disagreement", was the ultimate cause for his death.
As a spirit, his personality hasn't changed too terribly, or willingly. He is calmer, having no one to really argue with. He likes being in the company of people more now, because he does miss his human life. Recently, though, he has felt something changing inside of him. There's something deep inside of him, telling him to harm others, to scare them, to make them pay for having life while he is left as just part of himself. He just tries to put these thoughts away, but he doesn't know how much longer he can go without once again being an angry, destructive boy.
He fears his transition into becoming a shade has something to do with the one that killed him. If Grayson cannot avenge his death, by his own hands and no other force's then that will consume and destroy him.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: Grayson fell in love with a human girl shortly after his death and blames himself for her death.
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Salem, Oregon
PROFESSION:: Dead person (as a human he worked in a car shop)
PARENTS:: Arthur Ambrel & Gwen Ambrel
SIBLINGS:: Lance Ambrel (alive), Morgan Ambrel (alive), Elaine Ambrel (alive) Leon Ambrel (deceased), Percy Ambrel (deceased)
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Unimportant for now
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Grayson Exaclibur Ambrel was born on a chilly February day in 1950, the 5th child in his family. His parents, thinking that it was amazing that they were Arthur and Gwen, like Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon, thought they were clever in naming all of their children after people from the King Arthur stories. Or, more hip versions of these names. Lance for Lancelot, Morgan for Morgana, Elaine, Leon, and Percy for Percival. And Grayson was left with just the middle name Excalibur because his parents had ran out of boy name options. Grayson didn't mind, he didn't want to end up being something weird. He was just glad that his parents hadn't decided to make his first name Excalibur.
So his parents, like the unique ones they were had children young, at like 19. That created the two oldest brothers, Leon and Percy. Then, like a ridiculous 17 years later they decided to pop out more kids. That's how Morgan, Lance, Grayson, and then Elaine were born. One year after the other. Ridiculously horny, if you ask Grayson. But, because of this, he never had a close relationship with the two oldest, but shared a lot in common with Lance. They were the two stoners of the family. Like seriously. Leon and Percy were surprisingly intelligent and driven; one became a lawyer while the other became a electrical engineer. Lance and Grayson were less driven, spending time in their friends' basements with a few blunts and other assorted things instead of studying or even attending school on a daily basis. Grayson, in fact, flunked out before his senior year and never returned. Lance wasn't as terrible, but was still teetering on failure.
After flunking out Grayson spent most of his days quite literally "chilling" and experimenting with things he probably shouldn't have. these drugs may or may not have caused him to become a bit more obnoxious at parties which may or may not caused him to get into a fight with this giant asshole named Mark, nicknamed "Hercules" (this kid was no shorter than 6'7", I kid you not) which may or may not resulted in a giant cut/scar on his jaw and a future rivalry.
Grayson, over the whole fighting Mark thing, still decided to attend activities he knew that he'd be at. Turns out Hercules wasn't as over it as Gray was. When Grayson wasn't looking, Mark poured huge amounts of GHB into his beer. Grayson, already a little wasted, took the cup and chugged the whole thing down, not realizing that it seemed a bit different. With the mix of the huge amounts of GHB and other things, Gray overdosed, seizing on the floor in the middle of the party. How embarrassing. He was taken to the hospital, where he was in a coma for three weeks.
While he was in a coma, he knew everything that was going on around him. Astral projection actually existed, neat. Although he could leave his physical body, he could not leave his hospital room. Every time he tried, his body's heart rate would decrease dramatically. Grayson thought he's survive this, because his soul was still conscious in a sense. However, one day, when he tried retuning back into his body, like he had done several times before, it would not let him. His heart rate started going down and down until it was nothing but a line on the monitor. He screamed and cried and tried fighting his way back, but he was lost. And to top it off, there was no bright light waiting to take him, and there was no fiery pit of hell trying to drag him under either. He was just...there. Stuck.
So he wandered, he hovered, he watched his family grow old and his parents and his two older siblings die. He found a human love interest, but lost her, just as he lost much of his family. Grayson has been wandering, looking for greater meaning, while fighting his slow descent into becoming a shade. His more recent goals have been in searching for Mark, to kill him before he dies of natural or unnatural causes. For if he doesn't, Grayson will lose himself completely.
OOC NAME:: Kathleen
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6+ years
ANY NOTES:: Ayeee
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Grayson followed the group of gothic teenagers into the old, decrepit, "haunted" house as they spoke about how they were going to summon a spirit for sure that night. And they most certainly would, except not by their weird candles and Ouija board. Gray did this often, followed humans around, giving them a little scare or entertainment, and then disappearing completely and leaving them questioning what they had just experienced was real or not. Today wasn't going to be much different. These people wanted a ghost, they ere going to get a ghost. Not a creepy kid spirit or a poltergeist, but Grayson. And it was going to be hilarious.
He watched silently as they set up exactly what he had been making fun of earlier. The six of them gathered in a circle, four candles strategically placed around a Ouija board. A dark haired girl (oh, who am I kidding, they all had dark hair), the creepiest one of the bunch, put two fingers on the Ouija board thingy and took a deep breath as if she was about to bungy jump off a cliff or something. Is there anyone here with us tonight? Oh, that was his cue. Grayson moved the thing over to the 'yes', and all of the teenagers looked thoroughly surprised that they actually struck gold.
The creepy girl looked excited as she continued. What is your name? Grayson moved the thing over the letters that corresponded to his name. Grayson. She looked a little disappointed. What was she expecting, something a little more old-fashioned? Something a little bit fancier? Grayson moved the thing over the letters to spell out 'disappointed'. there were no question marks on these things, which were slightly irritating. The girl shook her head and cleared her voice. Why are you here, Grayson? Grayson smirked as he responded. W-a-n-t w-e-e-d he spelled out and one of the guys of the group raised his eyebrows. We have a stoner ghost? he said, looking slightly confused, if not amused.
He took this as his cue to appear right next to confused bro, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You bet, dude." Grayson said, only smirking as the rest of the group recoiled and even stood up in fright. "I was just kidding about the weed thing by the way...I've got my own." he said, taking a joint out and putting it into the corner of his mouth. The rest of them just continued staring at him in fright, not knowing what to do now that there was an actual spirit in front of them. "Boo." he said with a smile, the joint hanging out of the side of his mouth and his hands up in a mock threatening pose. The group bolted out the door like their asses were on fire, and Gray couldn't help but laugh. Despite the laughter, he was a bit upset that he had become something to run from. Oh well.
He leaned back on the floor, causally smoking. He looked around, scrunching his face up. Man, this place was creepy, even for a ghost. Gray slowly faded away as he looked for something else to preoccupy his time.
{ Grayson Excalibur Ambrel }
FULL NAME:: Grayson Excalibur Ambrel
NICKNAMES:: Gray, Smokey
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 64 years
APPARENT AGE:: 18 years
SPECIES/RACE:: Spirit
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/ Him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Heterosexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Alex Saxon
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'10"
HAIR:: Long, wavey, dirty blonde
EYES:: Blue/grey
SKIN:: Fairly pale
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Track marks up his left arm, a scar on his jaw from a nasty fight, a few scars here and there from stupid shit
APPEARANCE:: Grayson overall is a pretty scruffy looking guy, and it's not just the long hair. In addition to the long wavy hair that he occasional wears in a pontail (not sure if that is less or more scruffy), he's not too stylish. Granted, he lived back in the 60s so pretty much anything he would wear from that time period wouldn't be considered fashionable in today's world. He is usually seen wearing a loose flannel shirt and some ripped up jeans, with some big work boots to complete the look. He never really got into those tight, hippie flare pants because he had dubbed them as a little too homosexual looking for his taste. But really, he has nothing against gay people. Just those atrocious pants.
Beyond the scruff, although, is a fairly handsome man. He has nice face with sharp jawline and delicate, kind eyes. However, what makes him looking more intimidating than he actually is, is a scar that runs from nearly his temple to his chin, from a fight he got into. His face is so angular, perhaps, because of all the drugs he did, but coming into spirit-hood has seemed to help with the sunkenness his eyes once had and the overall discoloration of his face. Despite this, he still has visible track marks on his arms from heroin use, although much of the time these are covered up.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: As a human, Grayson, like a stereotypical stoner, was a slightly temperamental guy that liked to smoke blunts to stay mellow. He liked being alone to smoke his blunts and contemplate the meaning of the universe. Despite his liking for being alone, he had a good amount of friends who shared his affinity for drugs. In this group of friends he was the joker, for his quick wittedness often amused others (friends and classmates, not so much teachers and other authority figures) with it's often vulgar undertone.
However, he was a cool flame that could spark up at any moment. If someone made Gray angry, he could take it for awhile, but if he exploded, he was terrifying. He wasn't a stranger to fights, and engaged in several in his short human life. His last fight, his last "disagreement", was the ultimate cause for his death.
As a spirit, his personality hasn't changed too terribly, or willingly. He is calmer, having no one to really argue with. He likes being in the company of people more now, because he does miss his human life. Recently, though, he has felt something changing inside of him. There's something deep inside of him, telling him to harm others, to scare them, to make them pay for having life while he is left as just part of himself. He just tries to put these thoughts away, but he doesn't know how much longer he can go without once again being an angry, destructive boy.
He fears his transition into becoming a shade has something to do with the one that killed him. If Grayson cannot avenge his death, by his own hands and no other force's then that will consume and destroy him.
LIKES::
- Weed
- Quiet time
- Joking around
- Stirring up trouble
- Surprising people
DISLIKES::
- The whole ghost thing
- Boredom
- Assholes (although he has been one)
- Stinginess
- Being tied down
STRENGTHS::
- Persuasion
- Extensive knowledge on random things
- Selfless
- Always gives his all
- Listening & Giving advice
WEAKNESSES::
- Rash if angered
- Gets lost in his own thoughts
- Likes to goad people into fighting him
- Easily distracted
- Pretty girls
SECRETS:: Grayson fell in love with a human girl shortly after his death and blames himself for her death.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
- Telekinesis
- Intangibility
- Invisibility
- Recently discovered control over plants-still weak
WEAKNESSES::
- Iron
- Salt
- Warding
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Salem, Oregon
PROFESSION:: Dead person (as a human he worked in a car shop)
PARENTS:: Arthur Ambrel & Gwen Ambrel
SIBLINGS:: Lance Ambrel (alive), Morgan Ambrel (alive), Elaine Ambrel (alive) Leon Ambrel (deceased), Percy Ambrel (deceased)
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Unimportant for now
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Grayson Exaclibur Ambrel was born on a chilly February day in 1950, the 5th child in his family. His parents, thinking that it was amazing that they were Arthur and Gwen, like Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon, thought they were clever in naming all of their children after people from the King Arthur stories. Or, more hip versions of these names. Lance for Lancelot, Morgan for Morgana, Elaine, Leon, and Percy for Percival. And Grayson was left with just the middle name Excalibur because his parents had ran out of boy name options. Grayson didn't mind, he didn't want to end up being something weird. He was just glad that his parents hadn't decided to make his first name Excalibur.
So his parents, like the unique ones they were had children young, at like 19. That created the two oldest brothers, Leon and Percy. Then, like a ridiculous 17 years later they decided to pop out more kids. That's how Morgan, Lance, Grayson, and then Elaine were born. One year after the other. Ridiculously horny, if you ask Grayson. But, because of this, he never had a close relationship with the two oldest, but shared a lot in common with Lance. They were the two stoners of the family. Like seriously. Leon and Percy were surprisingly intelligent and driven; one became a lawyer while the other became a electrical engineer. Lance and Grayson were less driven, spending time in their friends' basements with a few blunts and other assorted things instead of studying or even attending school on a daily basis. Grayson, in fact, flunked out before his senior year and never returned. Lance wasn't as terrible, but was still teetering on failure.
After flunking out Grayson spent most of his days quite literally "chilling" and experimenting with things he probably shouldn't have. these drugs may or may not have caused him to become a bit more obnoxious at parties which may or may not caused him to get into a fight with this giant asshole named Mark, nicknamed "Hercules" (this kid was no shorter than 6'7", I kid you not) which may or may not resulted in a giant cut/scar on his jaw and a future rivalry.
Grayson, over the whole fighting Mark thing, still decided to attend activities he knew that he'd be at. Turns out Hercules wasn't as over it as Gray was. When Grayson wasn't looking, Mark poured huge amounts of GHB into his beer. Grayson, already a little wasted, took the cup and chugged the whole thing down, not realizing that it seemed a bit different. With the mix of the huge amounts of GHB and other things, Gray overdosed, seizing on the floor in the middle of the party. How embarrassing. He was taken to the hospital, where he was in a coma for three weeks.
While he was in a coma, he knew everything that was going on around him. Astral projection actually existed, neat. Although he could leave his physical body, he could not leave his hospital room. Every time he tried, his body's heart rate would decrease dramatically. Grayson thought he's survive this, because his soul was still conscious in a sense. However, one day, when he tried retuning back into his body, like he had done several times before, it would not let him. His heart rate started going down and down until it was nothing but a line on the monitor. He screamed and cried and tried fighting his way back, but he was lost. And to top it off, there was no bright light waiting to take him, and there was no fiery pit of hell trying to drag him under either. He was just...there. Stuck.
So he wandered, he hovered, he watched his family grow old and his parents and his two older siblings die. He found a human love interest, but lost her, just as he lost much of his family. Grayson has been wandering, looking for greater meaning, while fighting his slow descent into becoming a shade. His more recent goals have been in searching for Mark, to kill him before he dies of natural or unnatural causes. For if he doesn't, Grayson will lose himself completely.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Kathleen
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6+ years
ANY NOTES:: Ayeee
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Grayson followed the group of gothic teenagers into the old, decrepit, "haunted" house as they spoke about how they were going to summon a spirit for sure that night. And they most certainly would, except not by their weird candles and Ouija board. Gray did this often, followed humans around, giving them a little scare or entertainment, and then disappearing completely and leaving them questioning what they had just experienced was real or not. Today wasn't going to be much different. These people wanted a ghost, they ere going to get a ghost. Not a creepy kid spirit or a poltergeist, but Grayson. And it was going to be hilarious.
He watched silently as they set up exactly what he had been making fun of earlier. The six of them gathered in a circle, four candles strategically placed around a Ouija board. A dark haired girl (oh, who am I kidding, they all had dark hair), the creepiest one of the bunch, put two fingers on the Ouija board thingy and took a deep breath as if she was about to bungy jump off a cliff or something. Is there anyone here with us tonight? Oh, that was his cue. Grayson moved the thing over to the 'yes', and all of the teenagers looked thoroughly surprised that they actually struck gold.
The creepy girl looked excited as she continued. What is your name? Grayson moved the thing over the letters that corresponded to his name. Grayson. She looked a little disappointed. What was she expecting, something a little more old-fashioned? Something a little bit fancier? Grayson moved the thing over the letters to spell out 'disappointed'. there were no question marks on these things, which were slightly irritating. The girl shook her head and cleared her voice. Why are you here, Grayson? Grayson smirked as he responded. W-a-n-t w-e-e-d he spelled out and one of the guys of the group raised his eyebrows. We have a stoner ghost? he said, looking slightly confused, if not amused.
He took this as his cue to appear right next to confused bro, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You bet, dude." Grayson said, only smirking as the rest of the group recoiled and even stood up in fright. "I was just kidding about the weed thing by the way...I've got my own." he said, taking a joint out and putting it into the corner of his mouth. The rest of them just continued staring at him in fright, not knowing what to do now that there was an actual spirit in front of them. "Boo." he said with a smile, the joint hanging out of the side of his mouth and his hands up in a mock threatening pose. The group bolted out the door like their asses were on fire, and Gray couldn't help but laugh. Despite the laughter, he was a bit upset that he had become something to run from. Oh well.
He leaned back on the floor, causally smoking. He looked around, scrunching his face up. Man, this place was creepy, even for a ghost. Gray slowly faded away as he looked for something else to preoccupy his time.
