[henley]

i'll be sticking with the name Griever, as it suited the persona I had developed perfectly, althought I'm going to give him a different last name that suits his coloring. If you have any suggestions, feel free to pm me~

[henley]

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Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du

Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or
to gold
But you will remember
me
Remember me for
centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take.
We'll go down in history
Remember me for
centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for
centuries

Mummified my teenage
dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with
me
The kids are all wrong,
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke
my heart

Come on, come on and
let me in
The bruises on your thighs
like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to
match
The darkness that you
felt
I never meant for you
to fix yourself

And I can't stop 'til the
whole world knows
my name
'Cause I was only born
inside my dreams
Until you die for me,
as long as there is a
light, my shadow's
over you
'Cause I am the
opposite of amnesia
And you're a cherry
blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty,
but you're gone so soon

We've been here forever
And here's the frozen
proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned
youth

Mummified my teenage
dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with
me
The kids are all wrong,
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke
my heart

Come on, come on and
let me in
The bruises on your thighs
like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to
match
The darkness that you
felt
I never meant for you
to fix yourself

We've been here forever
And here's the frozen
proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned
youth

We'll go down in history
Remember me for
centuries

-Ｎａｍｅ-
Griever. Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Griever should have a rather obvious meaning, it is a
purposeful mis-conjugation of grief, or grieving.

-Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ-
Male... that should be quite evident upon
first meeting this kiamara. He is exceedingly tall
with the chisled body of a greek statue. With broad
shoulders, a firm jaw, and set brows. Griever's
most noteable 'male' characteristic, however, is
his velvety and convincing voice. Slightly higher
than that of most men, and slightly softer. Many
of his closer associates say that it is to make
people lean closer to him, thus drawing them
into a more intimate and trusting scenario.

-Ａｇｅ-
19, though most people say that he acts
and appears much older than that. Perhaps his late
20's. This does not bother Griever in the slightest,
however, as he appreciates the respect and trust
that comes with his dignificated looks.

-Ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ-
He specializes in many a psuedoscience,
with a few odd talents that the worst of the worst
hire him for. Though, he tends to stick to two
simple tasks; Phrenology, reading facial
expressions, and analyzing body posture in order
to see if someone is lying. For those who do not
know, Phrenology is a pseudoscience primarily
focused on measurements of the human skull, based
on the concept that the brain is the origin of the mind,
and that certain brain areas have localized, specific
functions or modules. In short, naive individuals pay
him to tell him their personality while he flints through
their hair and gives them a scalp massage. But don't
you dare tell them that!

-Ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ-
As fun and exciting his psuedoscienes are,
they are not all that make Griever happy. Unknown
to most, though not incredibly surprising if he
tells you, Griever is a master of chinese checkers!
Chinese Checkers is a strategy board game that
can be played by two to six players. The goal of
the game is to move all of your colored pieces into
the corner opposite your starting corner, one step
at a time. The game is won once nobody is able
to move their pieces any further (Other players
blocking them), or once everyone has all of their
pieces in the opposite corner home. The first
player to move all of their pieces their
successfully, or with the most their in the end,
if the victor. Griever has only ever lost three
games in his life, at least, so he says.

-Ｓｔｙｌｅ-
Think Gatsby, Buster Keaton, or even
Charlie Chaplin and you have an excellent example
of Griever's fashion sense. Most noteably; a
flawlessly mussed t-shirt and tie (bow or long),
a colored shirt, silk tie and matching vest. Or a
seemingly custom-fit suit. All with brown or black
dress shoes. Ask him, and he might say "I am not
naturally charming, but appearance is half the
battle. And I'd much rather be half charming
than a total nusiance." If he is to ever accessorize,
(asside from the set of beads and feathers)
it will be one, or all of things; Purple
gemstone cufflinks, a large silver wrist watch,
and/or a small silver chain necklace. None
have any particular resounding message or
backstory, they are just interesting and pretty
things Griever bought himself at one time or
another.

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- Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ -
If you define personality by what others
think of a certain person; all of those who meet
Sir Sangria take one of two sides on who he is.
One group will describe him as pleasant,
hardworking, playful, endearing, and blessed
with a wit that is worth of endless envy.
Though the other group tells of a kiamara
with a much more... sinister disposition. They
will title him a criminal, brutish, decietful,
seductive, and worth of nothing but the title
of Villian.
In truth, Griever is not one, the other, nor a mix
of either sides opinionated adjectives. He is
either or, depending on the situation he
encounters; taking on the more cruel character
when it is needed, and caring one for the rest
of the time. To say which he enjoys being the
most is a choice that Griever himself cannot
seem to make, or at least, admit to.

- Ｔｈｅ Ｐａｓｔ -
Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago,
Illinois; Griever has seen funds and famine,
compassion and chaos, gangs and gilmore.
In Griever's eyes, his hometown is the capitol
of opposites. Born to a rather average family,
Griever had the luxury of being able to
befriend anyone from any side. In a single
period of class, he could shake hands with
the captain of the polo team and then
proceed to brohug the nearest gang
member. Much to the dismay of either
end of the spectrum, but never a true
issue by means that they might exclude him.
School, social life, and extracurriculars
have always been easy for Griever, though
he never stood out in anything growing up.
He always did just 'well', and for the
longest time, those mediocre verbs haunted
his every day. It wasn't until his first year
in community college that he found
himself. He did not find a subject that '
secured him, nor a teacher who shaped him,
Griever simply woke up one day with
the idea that those titles only mattered
if he let himself care about them.
And to this day, Griever stands in a very
similar position.

- Ｔｈｅ Ｂｅａｄｓ -
The bead bound around his tail might
not have the type of backstory that you may
be expecting. It was not given to him by a
parent, or sybling, or even a distant relative.
Those beads were a 1st year aniversary gift
with Griever's first and only girlfriend... but
it wasn't a gift from her. It was the gift he
planned to give her. He loved that girl to no
end. And after a painful month of feeling as
though the love was leaving them, Griever
bought her the beautiful draping necklace in
hopes of spicing things up once more. He
wore a nice suit, and drove to her house...
where he proceeded to use the key she gave
him to open the door and find her asleep with
another kiamara making breakfast. Griever,
not being the heartbreak type, got angry.
Speeding home, slamming doors, throwing the
gift box and accidentally tearing the delicate
chain. He fumed for a few hours, throwing out
photos until he found the chain on the floor of
his living room once more. He started at the
thing until he finally decided "It'll look better
on me anyway." He has worn it every day
since that miserable one back in January,
and will probably never take it off.

- Ｔｈｅ Ｆｅａｔｈｅｒｓ -
Every kiamara earns a feather or two
once they come of the proper age, Griever is
no different, aside from the appearance of his
feathers. A single, long, and messy feather tied
about his tail, and a smaller, fluffier feather
tied to his wrist. To put it simply, each was
given to him by one of his parents; the longer
from his father and the smaller from his mother.
The two almost represent them in a way; small,
delicate, soft, fluffy and long, wiry, disheveled,
coarse, and stiff. Griever cares deeply for both
of his parents, even if he was never incredibly
close with either of them. They allowed for
him to have the life he has had, and to grow
and learn in order to become the young man
he is today. Without them, he would've crumbled,
crashed, and burned. Griever is aware of this,
and is more grateful than you might ever imagine.
His feathers mean more to him than his career,
reputation, beads, or appearance; they remind
him of his roots, and who he really is.

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[thelabradorr]

Owl;; *drools a bit* why hello there Griever

wow he is such a hottie <3

[wandzie.]

Such a lovely Kia c:
We must RP him and Blair one day, I am re doing her backstory etc though ;D <3