Johnathon Graves
Only goes by "Graves".
Damaged goods in need of mending.
Voice-claim: Colm R. McGuinness
Carrd is still WIP
On the surface..
Height: 5'10
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: 27
With raven black hair, a lean runner's frame, and a fair complexion, the most remarkable thing about this midlander is how well he blends into a crowd. Glance over and you might miss him trying to bury himself into a bottle or sleeping off the previous night's drink. The man's clothes are rarely anything but black and white robes and casual wear, often slovenly slapped together to match his demeanor and disposition.The exceptions to this are two pieces of equipment. The first is a staff far beyond the station of a typical thaumaturge, often paired with a locket on a chain that he keeps close on his person. More commonly he carries a gunblade called the Red Queen, its well worn metal bearing a pinup decal of a ginger miqo'te woman.
Graves' manner is often crass, deliberately absent of refinement as he projects an image of a rough and tumble, cavalier rogue. The man takes to distraction like a dog to a bone, often with drink in hand as he dives from one loud locale to the next, striking up any conversation or picking any fights along the way.Anything to avoid being left alone with himself.
Dig a little deeper...
"You're digging your own grave, Johnny.." - Roric Blackburn,Graves is always ready to make the most of every moment, and easily slips into superficial friendship with those that are like-minded and can keep up with his reckless behavior.Stick around and you might catch hints of another life. The impulse to glance over his shoulder. An eye for exits. An ear for music, a talent for song. A certain grace to dancing he can't quite shake off.But in the end, his efforts are all born the same self-destructive impulse. His activities are an escape, a distraction to prevent ever having to think about what the Seventh Umbral Calamity took away from him. The nature of that depression is buried deep, and he lashes out at anyone who ruins his stride by digging up old wounds.
Rock Bottom...
"When one has been angry for a very long time, one gets used to it. And it becomes comfortable, like... like old leather. And finally... becomes so familiar that one can't ever remember feeling any other way." - Jean-Luc PicardThe story of Graves is about a man struggling with mental illness, who's reckless nature and willingness to dive head first into danger is equal to his denial and unwillingness to face his own demons.Mirror RP'er with a preference for long term. I'm good with slice of life, adventure, romantic, anything in between.Content Warning: Digging into his history involves themes of post-traumatic stress, depression, anxiety and loss.Walk ups always welcome!In-game preference for rp, discord possible but I prefer not to give mine out willy nilly and do not want the focus to be there for storytelling.No random ERP, some build up is preferred. Graves is flirtatious and turns on the charm at the drop of a hat if the chemistry is there, but backs off just as quick if it gets too personal. Anyone who can put up with him enough to develop a real romantic connection will find him 180 into a possessive, clingy, and jealous lover.
