Post by Grant on Mar 11, 2017 15:16:39 GMT
Grant
Neutral
Neutral
General
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: January 1st
Stats
Class: Butler
Level: 3
HP: 19
STR: 7 (+2) = (9) [Boon]
MAG: 5 (-2) = (3) [Bane]
SKL: 10
SPD: 11
DEF: 8
RES: 5
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Daggers; Rank C. Staves; Rank E.
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5”10 ( 178 cm )
Weight: 155 Pounds
Clothing: Grant more often than not appears to be a well dressed young man. His main attire is composed of a jet black vest over a simple white long sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers to match his vest. Alongside those, he adorns a coat- usually folded over an arm when not worn.
About
Profession: Freelance worker; Butler; Combatant.
Alliance: None
Hometown: A city in Yisse.
Likes: Free time, fine art, reading, the occasional joke and martial prowess.
Dislikes: Noisy people, bad food, weaklings and merciless people.
Personality: The character of a man is hard to pin down simply by what they make himself out to be. On the one hand,Grant would try his best to appear composed at all times as per the usual stereotype of a butler. On the other, he is prone to slight, frequent moments of cheekiness throughout nearly every one of his days.
The term ‘butler’ to Grant is more of a formality than a necessity. In heart he is more of a fighter with a passion for battle and a few tinges of etiquette. That is not to say that he enjoys placing others in pain, rather he views the conflict as a test of skill and might; passion against resilience; brawn versus brain. This brings him to have a mild distaste for people who would prefer to be used needlessly rather than fight.
Grant sees the flaws in his own ideals, yet he simply cannot help it. The young man despises those who would step on people weaker than them, yet he lacks empathy for the latter. Should he see someone abusing their might, he would step in and intervene without a doubt in his mind. Though as a man of passion revolving the martial art, he would feel lackadaisical in the attempt. From his perspective, those who do not try to fight are only slightly above any who flex their power without provocation. Change does not come lacking struggle.
Biography: ‘You could never have too much gold’ was a phrase Grant heard quite often while growing up. Grant’s childhood was neither wrought with poverty nor copious amounts of suffering. His life was filled with a more common than any other- boredom.
You see, Grant was not born into a family which suffered an immensely tragic fate which motivated him into fighting for a cause. He was conceived by a pair of servants to a noble lineage in Ylisse. The entirety family was entirely composed of workers under the command of the guild.
The savages of nobility. A family business dedicated to conquering the land through monopolies and trade rather than a strong arm wielding a sword. They were, however, fair in their methods of dealing with others. So too did they treat their workers with the dignity that every person deserved. Nevertheless, they were ambitious beyond compare and strived onward to be evermore prosperous.
With such a stable lifestyle and proper pay, the servants, Grant included, had no qualms living under them. Regardless, Grant did not feel content. He had no motivation, no passion. Even as he was surrounded with family he felt a disconnect with anyone other than his parents. So, when the time came and they passed he simply left. There was nothing left for him to fulfil- nothing to make proud.
For days he wandered aimlessly throughout the streets of the city. He was unsure of where he was headed; he did not care. Through a bout of fortune; or rather misfortune for most people; he had managed to stumble into an alleyway and was promptly beaten and robbed thereafter. As he sat leaning against a wall he realised something. Grant had never felt more alive in his life.
The struggle of defending one’s self against a more powerful force. The rush of adrenaline as the mind transitions into fight or flight. It was only when he was at his lowest; his poorest; his roughest; his most battered and bruised; that he had the motivation to rise up once more to where he previously stood.
Thus he went onward through the town, making a living with odd jobs by day and brawling by night.
When the rumour that Hoshido and Nohr were at war crossed him, he could not resist. Like moths to a flame, he boarded a ship- seeking his own flame in a faraway land.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: None
Additional Notes: None
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