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 three pieces of gear on his person. 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. Finally there is a leather bound satchel on his hip, and the iron buckles binding it are etched with softly glowing runic patterns.
Graves' manner is often in flux, a well practiced social chameleon that blends into whatever situation he ends up in, all the better to avoid revealing any meaningful details about his past. The man takes to distraction like a dog to a bone, often with drink in hand as he chases one vice after another.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. Most of his time is spent pouring his broken heart and weary soul out in the music he plays in the Quicksand, waiting for the next chance to make a wild mistake.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. Get close enough and you may hear one of the many stories he can tell about his past lives.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 years since 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 refusal to face his own demons or permit himself to be happy.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.
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