Post by ☣ε d ε η on Sept 26, 2012 17:55:54 GMT -5
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b a s i c s
name; Eden Grant.
alias; "Undertaker."
gang residence; Empyrean.
occupation; Mortician.
alignment; Chaotic neutral.
age; Twenty-four.
DoB; January 18th.
sexual orientation; Unknown [ appears to swing both ways ].
face claim; Ben Whishaw.
p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e ;
Eden has wavy, chocolate hair, that often curls in the back and on the sides. His laughing eyes are hazel. He sometimes sports a light spattering of facial hair, but is usually very clean shaven. He has a youthful, delicate look to him, and would be considered to have quite feminine features. His nose is busted once from a long-forgotten fight.
Standing at 5'11", he is of average height, with a slim build and slightly tone on his stomach. The man does not like to overdress, and chooses clean, solid button-ups with either a pair of black slacks or blue jeans. He also does not particularly care for ties, but dress shoes are preferred over tennis shoes. The only accessory he has is an elegant wristwatch on his right arm, unless he is wearing sunglasses. He switches out the watches nearly twice a week.
He has no noticeable scars or identifiable markings.
f a m i l y ;
Alexandre Grant. Father. "Deceased."
Felicity Grant. Mother. Deceased.
Sylvia Grant. Sister. Deceased.
William Berne. Caretaker/Trainer. Deceased.
f r i e n d s ;
Currently none of mentionable status.
l i k e s ;
Eden likes himself and people who interest him.
He also has a strange, magnetic affinity for glass and porcelain items - the rarer the better. As much as he enjoys his collection, he also enjoys smashing them when he's upset. This "hobby" includes a whole room full of mirrors (which is honestly quite unsettling to some guests).
Cigars and wine are a comfort.
He also enjoys playing the piano, classical music, old books, and his own personal tea times.
Children are dear to him, and he would not dare cause harm to or take advantage of one.
Debates, nice watches, and anything romantic make him pretty damn happy.
d i s l i k e s ;
Eden absolutely loathes being cornered, whether it's in an argument or a literal corner.
He does not particularly care for knives or unattractive people.
Small places are on the list of things to hate, as he is quite claustrophobic.
He dislikes driving, beer, and not getting his way.
s t r e n g t h s ;
Eden is persuasive, likeable, pretty. He easily influences others through talking; not only for material gain, but for information as well. This also frequently allows him to escape any sticky situations without too many bumps and bruises.
He is a certified mortician, which gives him all sorts of access to embalming fluids and other chemicals. When he's not supplying horrifyingly toxic substances to dirty junkies on the streets, he's dressing the dead and consoling the living. In violence-necessary Empyrean matters, the tools and poisons of the funeral home certainly come in handy.
If he wants, he can be incredibly sweet and actually mean it. His job gives him great deals trust and respect among a lot of individuals, though he is not always sincere when it comes to his job. He has been known to use these people to get things that he desires.
w e a k n e s s e s ;
A flippant attitude often gets the man into terrible trouble. If he is not questioning why he's got to do something for you, he's treating it as a game. And when he plays a game, he's not afraid to break the rules. He's not afraid to be ridiculous as possible as long as he's enjoying himself. Therefore, Eden's almost constantly pissing off authority members, and anyone's anger could surely overpower his persuasive allure.
He's sharp and quick, but not with any sort of weapon. Ask him to carry a gun and he will quite gladly do so. He'll strut, parade, and make a scene - but good luck getting him to shoot. Eden couldn't work a gun or throw enough quality punches to save his own life. He'll likely avoid telling you so, and instead praise someone else's skills and accent his better qualities to get out of such a task. If he must get violent, he is not afraid to stick a neck with a syringe full of embalming fluid, though.
Eden seems disturbingly easy to get along with, but his temper flares dramatically if he becomes cornered in any way. Fear kicks his rage into overdrive, and the switch is nearly impossible to flip off by this time.
He is believed to be very shallow, because even after befriending him, it does not seem that there is much past his outside appearance. However, deep down he is incredibly sensitive and does care about people who matter directly to him.
p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Eden isn't one you would necessarily call an angel, but you couldn't call him a demon, either. If there's one thing he's got going for him, it's a big box of charm complete with a one-hundred percent authentic silver tongue. If he felt the need, he could talk a person right down to their skivvies.
He's playful, charming, and not to mention, blunt. His idea of tact includes delivering even the harshest of words in such a way that they positively ooze honey. Whether this is meant to be condescending or simply his way of "going easy" on someone, it is hard to tell. Most people go on their merry way, taking his insults in stride, while others find this behavior appalling.
Eden's confidence shines like a newly pressed nickel, but he's not one to boast and brag without reason. He's friendly --- at least on the outside. He considers nearly everyone he meets a friend, but that doesn't mean much coming from him. It is seemingly impossible to get close to this young man, as he is always looking out for his own personal interests.
Not easy to offend, he brushes away all criticism with a smile and a light shrug. He is respectful of opinions, almost aggravatingly agreeable, but with a selfish, chaotic streak. There are no universal morals, no specific boundaries or guidelines. He believes that what is deemed acceptable and unacceptable is completely unique and personal to each and every individual.
h i s t o r y ;
helloduplicity.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=charjournals&thread=222
or
Since birth, Eden's been perfect. His whole life was perfect for the first three years of his life. He lived in a mansion, courtesy of the rich architecture genius and father, Alexandre Grant. His mother, Felicity, loved her life and family, and took care of what she could around the home. However, when the business really kicked off, Eden's father spent more and more time away. Felicity was haunted by dark, disturbing dream. Eventually, depressed and terrified, she found out that she was pregnant. Her devoted husband rushed home immediately.
Months later, Sylvia was born stillborn. Devastated, Eden's parents screamed and cursed God; they wondered how He could allow such a thing to happen to the beautiful girl. Three year old Eden was calm, however, and pointed to the baby. They turned in the direction of his finger - she was moving, and she was crying. Alexandre Grant was terrified. He stared, stock still, mouth agape, at the woman he loved. She was terrified, and yet, she knew what this strange occurrence really meant. She told her husband of her dreams.
He yelled, he howled, he threw things. And most of all, he cried. His life was falling apart right in front of him. This child... no, this thing, would surely kill them. It would ruin the good city of Duplicity. And yet, he could not kill it. Eden, confused, patted his father and smiled. The man froze up, looked from the little boy to his beloved. Was that angelic child even his? Or was it another abomination?
He didn't leave at first. He spent all his days researching and refusing to look at the monster they had named "Sylvia". The monster that should have been his baby girl. Each day, he spoke less and less to that uncharacteristically charming boy. He stopped acknowledging his wife. After about a year, he packed up and moved away to work from a secret location in the city. He could not bear to kill the children, even if that's not what they were. It was rumoured he left to plan with Rundas.
Eden did not mind not having his father around. He adjusted well, and became entranced by his lovely younger sister. He spent every second with her, especially when his mother stopped caring. When she spent all her days in the nursery that she never bothered to fix up. Sylvia became his constant companion, and he always put her first; no one else would ever mean that much to him again, and when it came to anything else, he was first. So when Sylvia became manipulative and maybe a bit twisted to any person (including their mother), he did not mind. He smiled and made her laugh, and in turn she did not do a single cruel deed to him.
On her seventh birthday, Sylvia began to breathe, and her heart began to beat. The two siblings were thrilled. Eden never questioned her strange lack of human traits, but on this day, he proclaimed: "You're a real girl now." And she never grinned more than on that day, especially after receiving a little glass teapot from Eden. She loved anything glass and porcelain because of her brother. He had said she was like porcelain - fragile, smooth, beautiful... but there was a difference. She would never stay broken for long, because he would fix her.
One day while Eden was trying to get his mother to come out her shell, an unwatched Sylvia was murdered by some men in a black car. She never had a chance. Her last cry was "Eden!" From that day on, Eden lost all respect for his mother. She laughed at the death of his precious sister. When the mortician came, Eden followed. He became interested in the process of preparing bodies, and he prepared his sister's. He decided to live with this man, William Berne. And so he did.
William lovingly referred to him as "The Undertaker"; he was beautiful, smart, and had earned the title by the many preparations he had done. Eden liked his job, and he was good at it. Berne taught him that he could not waste his time mourning. That he had to live for himself. Eden soaked in all this wonderful advice and put it to good use. He missed his sister, but she was gone. Felicity Grant hung herself, and Eden felt no sympathy for her. Only William went to her funeral. Eden stopped thinking about his father long ago.
Three years after Eden's mother's death, Berne was poisoned with embalming fluid by an unknown source. Eden moved back into his old home and resumed an enjoyable life. On his 18th birthday, he was told to submit to a special blood test. He refused, confused at the command, and drove the strange men off. Rundas was mentioned.
Nearly two years later, he joined Empyrean for personal gain and due to great boredom. He is still sometimes bothered for that blood test, and has absolutely no idea why, but he's too busy living in the present to care.
e x t r a ;
Eden does not know the first thing about supernaturals, other than the fact that they exist. He is clueless about his sister being a cambion, and would probably not care whether she was or not.
Some of Rundas and other "underground" sources are still attempting to get a hold of Eden. His father reported Sylvia, and also happened to mention Eden's "disturbing" allure. They hope to test his blood and find out the truth.
He sets his watches five minutes ahead so he can be fashionably late.
r p s a m p l e ;
[ omg can you just uh, refer to the history and trust my good panty word. PLEASE thanks ilu guys ][/center]
☣ ☣ ☣
b a s i c s
name; Eden Grant.
alias; "Undertaker."
gang residence; Empyrean.
occupation; Mortician.
alignment; Chaotic neutral.
age; Twenty-four.
DoB; January 18th.
sexual orientation; Unknown [ appears to swing both ways ].
face claim; Ben Whishaw.
p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e ;
Eden has wavy, chocolate hair, that often curls in the back and on the sides. His laughing eyes are hazel. He sometimes sports a light spattering of facial hair, but is usually very clean shaven. He has a youthful, delicate look to him, and would be considered to have quite feminine features. His nose is busted once from a long-forgotten fight.
Standing at 5'11", he is of average height, with a slim build and slightly tone on his stomach. The man does not like to overdress, and chooses clean, solid button-ups with either a pair of black slacks or blue jeans. He also does not particularly care for ties, but dress shoes are preferred over tennis shoes. The only accessory he has is an elegant wristwatch on his right arm, unless he is wearing sunglasses. He switches out the watches nearly twice a week.
He has no noticeable scars or identifiable markings.
f a m i l y ;
Alexandre Grant. Father. "Deceased."
Felicity Grant. Mother. Deceased.
Sylvia Grant. Sister. Deceased.
William Berne. Caretaker/Trainer. Deceased.
f r i e n d s ;
Currently none of mentionable status.
l i k e s ;
Eden likes himself and people who interest him.
He also has a strange, magnetic affinity for glass and porcelain items - the rarer the better. As much as he enjoys his collection, he also enjoys smashing them when he's upset. This "hobby" includes a whole room full of mirrors (which is honestly quite unsettling to some guests).
Cigars and wine are a comfort.
He also enjoys playing the piano, classical music, old books, and his own personal tea times.
Children are dear to him, and he would not dare cause harm to or take advantage of one.
Debates, nice watches, and anything romantic make him pretty damn happy.
d i s l i k e s ;
Eden absolutely loathes being cornered, whether it's in an argument or a literal corner.
He does not particularly care for knives or unattractive people.
Small places are on the list of things to hate, as he is quite claustrophobic.
He dislikes driving, beer, and not getting his way.
s t r e n g t h s ;
Eden is persuasive, likeable, pretty. He easily influences others through talking; not only for material gain, but for information as well. This also frequently allows him to escape any sticky situations without too many bumps and bruises.
He is a certified mortician, which gives him all sorts of access to embalming fluids and other chemicals. When he's not supplying horrifyingly toxic substances to dirty junkies on the streets, he's dressing the dead and consoling the living. In violence-necessary Empyrean matters, the tools and poisons of the funeral home certainly come in handy.
If he wants, he can be incredibly sweet and actually mean it. His job gives him great deals trust and respect among a lot of individuals, though he is not always sincere when it comes to his job. He has been known to use these people to get things that he desires.
w e a k n e s s e s ;
A flippant attitude often gets the man into terrible trouble. If he is not questioning why he's got to do something for you, he's treating it as a game. And when he plays a game, he's not afraid to break the rules. He's not afraid to be ridiculous as possible as long as he's enjoying himself. Therefore, Eden's almost constantly pissing off authority members, and anyone's anger could surely overpower his persuasive allure.
He's sharp and quick, but not with any sort of weapon. Ask him to carry a gun and he will quite gladly do so. He'll strut, parade, and make a scene - but good luck getting him to shoot. Eden couldn't work a gun or throw enough quality punches to save his own life. He'll likely avoid telling you so, and instead praise someone else's skills and accent his better qualities to get out of such a task. If he must get violent, he is not afraid to stick a neck with a syringe full of embalming fluid, though.
Eden seems disturbingly easy to get along with, but his temper flares dramatically if he becomes cornered in any way. Fear kicks his rage into overdrive, and the switch is nearly impossible to flip off by this time.
He is believed to be very shallow, because even after befriending him, it does not seem that there is much past his outside appearance. However, deep down he is incredibly sensitive and does care about people who matter directly to him.
p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Eden isn't one you would necessarily call an angel, but you couldn't call him a demon, either. If there's one thing he's got going for him, it's a big box of charm complete with a one-hundred percent authentic silver tongue. If he felt the need, he could talk a person right down to their skivvies.
He's playful, charming, and not to mention, blunt. His idea of tact includes delivering even the harshest of words in such a way that they positively ooze honey. Whether this is meant to be condescending or simply his way of "going easy" on someone, it is hard to tell. Most people go on their merry way, taking his insults in stride, while others find this behavior appalling.
Eden's confidence shines like a newly pressed nickel, but he's not one to boast and brag without reason. He's friendly --- at least on the outside. He considers nearly everyone he meets a friend, but that doesn't mean much coming from him. It is seemingly impossible to get close to this young man, as he is always looking out for his own personal interests.
Not easy to offend, he brushes away all criticism with a smile and a light shrug. He is respectful of opinions, almost aggravatingly agreeable, but with a selfish, chaotic streak. There are no universal morals, no specific boundaries or guidelines. He believes that what is deemed acceptable and unacceptable is completely unique and personal to each and every individual.
h i s t o r y ;
helloduplicity.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=charjournals&thread=222
or
Since birth, Eden's been perfect. His whole life was perfect for the first three years of his life. He lived in a mansion, courtesy of the rich architecture genius and father, Alexandre Grant. His mother, Felicity, loved her life and family, and took care of what she could around the home. However, when the business really kicked off, Eden's father spent more and more time away. Felicity was haunted by dark, disturbing dream. Eventually, depressed and terrified, she found out that she was pregnant. Her devoted husband rushed home immediately.
Months later, Sylvia was born stillborn. Devastated, Eden's parents screamed and cursed God; they wondered how He could allow such a thing to happen to the beautiful girl. Three year old Eden was calm, however, and pointed to the baby. They turned in the direction of his finger - she was moving, and she was crying. Alexandre Grant was terrified. He stared, stock still, mouth agape, at the woman he loved. She was terrified, and yet, she knew what this strange occurrence really meant. She told her husband of her dreams.
He yelled, he howled, he threw things. And most of all, he cried. His life was falling apart right in front of him. This child... no, this thing, would surely kill them. It would ruin the good city of Duplicity. And yet, he could not kill it. Eden, confused, patted his father and smiled. The man froze up, looked from the little boy to his beloved. Was that angelic child even his? Or was it another abomination?
He didn't leave at first. He spent all his days researching and refusing to look at the monster they had named "Sylvia". The monster that should have been his baby girl. Each day, he spoke less and less to that uncharacteristically charming boy. He stopped acknowledging his wife. After about a year, he packed up and moved away to work from a secret location in the city. He could not bear to kill the children, even if that's not what they were. It was rumoured he left to plan with Rundas.
Eden did not mind not having his father around. He adjusted well, and became entranced by his lovely younger sister. He spent every second with her, especially when his mother stopped caring. When she spent all her days in the nursery that she never bothered to fix up. Sylvia became his constant companion, and he always put her first; no one else would ever mean that much to him again, and when it came to anything else, he was first. So when Sylvia became manipulative and maybe a bit twisted to any person (including their mother), he did not mind. He smiled and made her laugh, and in turn she did not do a single cruel deed to him.
On her seventh birthday, Sylvia began to breathe, and her heart began to beat. The two siblings were thrilled. Eden never questioned her strange lack of human traits, but on this day, he proclaimed: "You're a real girl now." And she never grinned more than on that day, especially after receiving a little glass teapot from Eden. She loved anything glass and porcelain because of her brother. He had said she was like porcelain - fragile, smooth, beautiful... but there was a difference. She would never stay broken for long, because he would fix her.
One day while Eden was trying to get his mother to come out her shell, an unwatched Sylvia was murdered by some men in a black car. She never had a chance. Her last cry was "Eden!" From that day on, Eden lost all respect for his mother. She laughed at the death of his precious sister. When the mortician came, Eden followed. He became interested in the process of preparing bodies, and he prepared his sister's. He decided to live with this man, William Berne. And so he did.
William lovingly referred to him as "The Undertaker"; he was beautiful, smart, and had earned the title by the many preparations he had done. Eden liked his job, and he was good at it. Berne taught him that he could not waste his time mourning. That he had to live for himself. Eden soaked in all this wonderful advice and put it to good use. He missed his sister, but she was gone. Felicity Grant hung herself, and Eden felt no sympathy for her. Only William went to her funeral. Eden stopped thinking about his father long ago.
Three years after Eden's mother's death, Berne was poisoned with embalming fluid by an unknown source. Eden moved back into his old home and resumed an enjoyable life. On his 18th birthday, he was told to submit to a special blood test. He refused, confused at the command, and drove the strange men off. Rundas was mentioned.
Nearly two years later, he joined Empyrean for personal gain and due to great boredom. He is still sometimes bothered for that blood test, and has absolutely no idea why, but he's too busy living in the present to care.
e x t r a ;
Eden does not know the first thing about supernaturals, other than the fact that they exist. He is clueless about his sister being a cambion, and would probably not care whether she was or not.
Some of Rundas and other "underground" sources are still attempting to get a hold of Eden. His father reported Sylvia, and also happened to mention Eden's "disturbing" allure. They hope to test his blood and find out the truth.
He sets his watches five minutes ahead so he can be fashionably late.
r p s a m p l e ;
[ omg can you just uh, refer to the history and trust my good panty word. PLEASE thanks ilu guys ][/center]