.grant--walker--parton [d9]
Apr 10, 2011 16:49:40 GMT -5
Post by Quint on Apr 10, 2011 16:49:40 GMT -5
Grant.Walker.Parton
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I wish that I could float
Float up from the ground
I will never know what that's like
[/color]Float up from the ground
I will never know what that's like
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So, he's not the best looking guy. He has deep sunken in eyes, with eyebrows that loom over and are tipped in, giving off the impression that he's completely serious all the time. But take out the brows and all you've got are a pair of sad, sad eyes; ones that you assume have seen too much. His nose follows. It's short, pudgy, and bumpy, looking like it was prematurely molded out of wax. Then it's the mouth. His lips are small and soft, but they're uneven. He purses them in a way that makes the lower shift to the left a little bit. Despite his best efforts, he still has facial hair. He hates it. Every morning, he shaves, but by the time the sun is setting, little prickly hairs are sprouting through his white, pasty skin.
His head, as a whole, is very oval-like. It's long and round. And his face is compressed to it's center. His forehead takes up about a quarter of his face and his hair is kept relatively neat if you don't count the two stands of hair that have been there for as long as he lived. His ears are pretty long too. They barely stick out though, so you don't really notice them unless you're looking for them.
He's a big guy. Not fat, but just big. He's heavyset, with broad shoulders and strong, beefy arms. However, his torso is significantly thinner than most of his upper body. His foundation is moderately built and grows larger and larger as it progresses up towards his chest.p ers o n a lit y
Not that he's boring...he's just not special. For as long as he can remember, he's been the generic extra of the crowd. Not the popular kid or even the odd man out; just the one who got lost in the crowd. Not necessarily a henchman, but rather a guard. The smallest and the weakest approached him when he was at the school, offering bits of their lunch or their homework in exchange for his protection. He'd say "no" most of the time, but occasionally, when he was feeling lonelier than usual, he'd give in.
He doesn't talk much either. He's not shy, he just doesn't like loud or talkative people. They often irritate him, even if they're not even talking directly to him. And when one does talk to him, he just grunts or doesn't acknowledge them until they go away. It's very hard to hold a conversation with him and chances are he won't like you. In fact, he's a very difficult person to work with. Don't expect cooperation. He prefers working alone and works best when he does so.
Altogether, he's a very rough person. Being not very levelheaded, he makes decisions solely based on how much it will benefit him and his family. Speaking of his family, he can be overprotective sometimes. In fact, he restrains them on a pretty tight leash. He holds a strong, almost scary authority over each and every one of them. A lot of people tell him he's too hard on his two kids, but he doesn't intend to let go anytime soon.
This leads to implication by many that he (being raised with strong, old old conservative tendencies) believes the (oldest) male is dominant, in and out of the house. Which is completely wrong. Although his dad had taught him so, Grant hadn't categorized the world by men or women.. To him, it was simply the strong and the weak. On some level, he's sort of an elitist, however, all in all, when you look past the straight faced, papa bear grunt, he's just an quiet, honest gentlemen who doesn't like too much attention.
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[/size][/color]Grant was a lonely child. The only real friends he had ever made were his faithful (German short-haired pointer) dog, Sasha, a small disfigured teddy bear he had named Delmont, and Otis. He and his father had found Sasha in the woods and took her home. Delmont was a parting gift from his mother, who had to leave to the Capitol for some reason he never found out. So, he took Sasha and Delmont with him everywhere he went. And he paid the price. He was mocked, forced into social seclusion. But he didn't take it. The beatings at school only lasted a couple days. By the end of the week, he started punching back. He became strong. He became tough. Kids feared him. Then, they utilized him. He was an occasional guard and he made his way through school just like that. It would've been a easy breeze too, had his father hadn't passed away when Grant had just reached adolescence. However, his uncle Elrod had agreed to take care of he and his sister, Sarah. At first, he was warm and welcoming and cared for them like an uncle should. Then he started taking Sarah at night. He'd creep into her room and carry her into his own, where the noises would start. Grant hated the noises. He heard them until he turned 18 and became a hunter.
He got his own place when he became a hunter, though all he really had was Sasha, Delmont, and a small briefcase. Though as he began hunting more, he earned enough to fill up the empty space with stuff he didn't really need. He soon became bored with hunting. Life had become dull. Then he met Otis, a tiny boy who had began hunting at an early age. At first, Otis annoyed Grant, but soon he warmed up to the boy, who'd become something of a son. After hunting together for two years, Grant relunctantly agreed to let Otis take him into his home to eat dinner. That was where he met Elle, the boy's mother. Their story was simple. The boy's father was killed in some sort of hunting contest a while back. Otis left school, began hunting for his sister, Adelaide and their mother. He picked off whatever he could find in the woods at the time. Elle and Adelaide enjoyed Grant's company and before anyone knew it, his visits became more frequent. 2 years later, Grant had married Elle. It was then, his life was its peak. It couldn't have gotten better.
And it didn't. A few months later, she died. Some disease took her. He sunk back into his withdrawn state and continued to care for Adelaide and Otis, keeping them indoors nearly everyday. Otis was forbidden to continue hunting and was only allowed to leave the house to go to school (he was enlisted again just as his mom died). When it came to abusing some sort of consumable substance, he turned to tree bark. He continues to eat it today and still has stomach cramps. Though he endures it and eats it anyway when he goes out hunting for Otis and Adelaide.
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