Human-Werewolf/Inu Mix (2/4 Human, 1/4 Inu, 1/4 Werewolf)Gender / Sexuality:
Male / HeterosexualAge:
Compared to Cole, Griffin is almost his complete opposite! He has such command over his emotions that most displays of rage or overwhelming sadness are mostly for theatrics, is cordial with even those who despise him, and doesn't seem to feel passionate about anything at all. His values are simple and easily achieved, and he doesn't dream big. He's incredibly tolerant of even outrageous behavior and struggles with ideas that change his normal routine or way of life.
Griffin is nice enough, but in the end, he tries not to get involved in a conflict that may induce another's suffering. Constant cruelty and sadness in his life have taught him to become comfortable with the uncomfortable, even growing complacent in it and expecting the same developed tolerance to it all in others like him. He'll comfort others when they cry, and he'll listen to their rants, but he'll also tell them that they were naive children to think they were going to be treated any other way.
As cold-hearted and jaded as he can be, Griffin assumes a brotherly or paternal role in most of his relationships. He'll look out for others only enough to keep them alive and kicking, but assumes neutrality on all other fronts. Aside from that, Griffin is witty, easy to get along with, and somewhat chatty. Despite his rather unpleasant face, he is also surprisingly charismatic when he wants to be, and easy to please. Griffin is a hard pessimist. History:
Unlike many of his peers, Griffin wasn't brought up as an orphan and had at least one of his parents present in his life up until early adolescence. Life is hard for hybrids of any variety in most places across Vyldermire, but Griffin's childhood seemed especially dull and fruitless. Abandoned by his mother on his seventh birthday, Griffin had nothing left but a deadbeat father, a house that was falling apart, and only a couple of Vyldergold coins in his pocket at any given time to feed him, as so much of it went down his father's gambling and alcohol drain. For the most part, Griffin took care of himself and
his father after his mother, a human, left.
Life didn't get any easier after that either. Beatings from his drunk father weren't anything new and nothing light and easily coverable either, one particularly brutal tussle resulting in the notable scar across Griffin's lip today. Not only that, but similar to Cole, Griffin's father seemed angry at the world and for everything hybrids had to deal with, constantly trying to instill and "make his son understand" that same hatred. As a result, Griffin grew to become turned off by the idea altogether.
When Griffin turned twelve, at the height of puberty, his father collapsed beneath the burden of his gambling pursuits and couldn't pay off his debt to local Newdale loan sharks. His life was in their hands and no one would bat an eye or turn a cheek if it was his
blood spilling on the streets. As a result, Griffin's father relinquished guardianship and allowed a house of witches to "adopt" his former son, or more specifically, the Torneau Household. To the public, they are a generous home of witches that see the potential in all
kids, but Griffin realized what was happening the moment he saw them give his father a small bag of Vyldergold. It was later found out that his father, despite the money, was found stabbed to death and tossed into a dumpster. Undoubtedly the loan sharks or maybe one of the many Eldritch he'd pick fights with.
And so, for the next eleven years, Griffin was quick to grow into his new role as a slave and servant of the Torneau Household. His incredible stature and impressive athletic, heavy build made him the first to shoulder the estate's more gruesome and physically exhausting jobs, but he never seemed to mind it. He had a real bed to sleep in and at least one meal a day that wasn't stale, moldy bread or an omelet made from rotten eggs. For eleven years, that's all it took to make him feel content. He had never even thought about what other possibilities were out there for a hybrid like him.
the case until one of the Young Ladies of the Torneau Household was found dead in her chambers, with naught but a vial of the poison left behind at her bedside and a window swung open in the midst of a chilly storm. Perhaps it was his impressive tracking abilities, or maybe because he just happened to be around when the Young Lady was discovered, but either way, Griffin was tasked to hunt Cole down and bring him back to receive his punishment.
Having absolutely zero
interest in being something of a retriever for his masters, but also having zero
input, Griffin reluctantly begins his journey across the continent for nothing short of a vengeful spirit while making stops and taking detours along the way.Likes:
* Passionate people
* Drama (if he's involved)Goal/Aspiration:
Griffin wants nothing more than a simple life where he knows what to expect, every day. As long as he gets to have food on his table at least once a day, nothing satisfies him more. Yet, nothing fulfills him either.Key Fear/Adversary:
There are many people like Griffin, who have given up in the face of their oppressors and have either taken their own lives because of their bleak fate or have learned to grow content with their life as servants and second-class or even third-class citizens. Griffin worries for ideas of revolting and protests circling among his fellow hybrids, fearing that his norm may be threatened and he would return to his life before entering the Torneau Household.
Athletic & LargeHair:
Icy BlueSkin Tone:
Griffin has a unique scar across his lip due to violence from his previous domestic home life, and has little to no signs of him behind a hybrid aside from his sharp teeth, finger and toenails, and a tail so short that it can be comfortably stuffed in most pants.