Barrett

Underwood Investigations

I'm not sure, really. It's vital for Bariel's journey that he only left Heaven recently and that he's still adjusting to life without an unquestionable set of external rules, so I was imagining it being in the last few months. But Jack and Bariel could've arrived within a few weeks of each other, who knows?

Underwood Investigations

Graham Greye

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| Name |

Graham Bartholomew Greye

| Date of Birth |

Born September 18th, 1980.

| Gender |

Male.

| Sexuality |

Asexual, far too much like hard work.

| In-Depth Appearance |

A man of below average height and fairly average looks, you probably wouldn't give Graham a second look. Unless of course you were close enough to smell his unique aroma of nicotine, wine, old paper and mushrooms. Or perhaps you noted his impressive ability to prepare, roll, light and smoke a cigarette all without taking his eyes from whatever book currently has his attention. Or maybe, and this is the most likely reason you looked again, you felt the intense weight of his glare upon you, pouring hatred into your soul for the unforgivable act of bumping into him on the bus, asking for a cigarette, happen to be publicly reading a book he has read or any number of grievous sins. Graham has contempt enough for everyone and disdain to spare.

When he walks, he drags his feet. When he sits, he slouches. When he looks, he glares. Everything Graham does communicates both his disinterest in the current activity and how much he'd rather be elsewhere, reading a book with wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His voice has a hint of irish in it, along with an awful lot of scorn, while his language is a combination of modern english interspersed with ancient, long forgotten words and filthy curse words.

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| Personality |

♦ Studious ♦ Slothful ♦ Dedicated ♦ Disrespectful ♦

At first look, Graham is a bastard that isn't so much cruel as utterly disinterested in other people. But when one takes the time to look again, more closely... well, he's still pretty much a bastard but one with encyclopaedic of magical lore and mythological canon. Perhaps not a particularly endearing quality but certainly a useful one, at least if you plan to interact with the otherworldy often. Before finding a home at Underwood Investigations, Graham drifted from libraries (no smoking), to cinemas (no drinking), to bookshops (people take the books away...), to a University position (asked to interact with students). None suited him even slightly, fostering a further sense detachment to the 'normal' world and pushing him still further into the paranormal.

In essence, Graham is man who puts his pleasures before all else. He likes to drink, smoke and read, to the exclusion of all other things and all people. Unfortunately, the world requires that he interact with it to make his three joys possible; jobs must be done and money made to pay for drink, smokes and books, not to mention the occasional meal. As it seems that the world's main goal is to stop him doing what he likes doing, Graham has a strained relationship with it. Deep beneath layers of cynicism and id driven liftstyle, he does feel empathy for others but he'll deny it right to the point he has to choose between a person's life and a fine bottle of that La Prousse '85.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔ Books, old and new. Subject, langue, age and quality irrelevant.
✔ Wine. Good wine, bad wine, it's all the same the next day.
✔ Tobacco, though that's probably more addiction than anything else.

✘ Everything.
✘ Everyone.
✘ Especially you.

| Family |

Sister, Beverly Greye
Graham's older sister, Beverly, is the success of the family. A noted film director, her face is often plastered across the arts sections of newspapers and magazines, which is perhaps why Graham so often refers to them as 'filthy rags!'. Being the foul smelling black sheep of the family, he has a less than perfect relationship with his sister, though it is entirely his own fault. She has largely been supportive of him and kind whenever they've seen each other as adults but that somehow makes it much, much worse.

Brother, Barrington Greye
The youngest of the three Greye siblings, Barry falls somewhere between Beverley's success and Graham's... let's just call it his 'life'. Barry is a starving artists who has been playing in every sort of band with every sort of instrument for most of his adult life. He's played with or been in most of the nation's biggest groups but always manages to leave and move on just before they get their big break. Still, at least he's doing what he loves.

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| Theme Song |

Lookout Sunshine – The Fratellis
_{”Well there's no use telling me to leave
I've seen a half a dozen ghosts but I don't believe
I'm a cynical cunt and I'm much too lazy to change”}

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@Culluket
It is a thing and I wasn't trying to be rude. It's just that 'the red virgin' does immediately conjure an image of a ginger, with most other interpretations only coming after some thought.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@Culluket
I mean... what else could it mean?

That's literally the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the title, along with murderous associations.

Underwood Investigations

I was assuming that it would be Dee, Graham, Bariel, Jack, yeah. Dee is obviously the first, Graham found a home there a few years ago while Bariel and Jack are both recent additions.

Underwood Investigations

Well that took far, far, far too long. I've now done it now but it should've been done yesterday or before.

Still, Graham is now updated. Shall we just post them all in the characters tab? If so, why not in the order they arrived at U.I.? Given that a similar idea was recently ruined...

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@Gowi
Well that's rude.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

"Careful. Careful. Gently... There. Not so hard, was it?"

The voice sounded both disinterested and fiercely focussed, clearly communicating that its owner cared little for what was being done but god help him if anyone making a mistake would not still receive a sounds thrashing. The men lowering the cabers into the deep gouges torn into the earth were most aware of this, the sweat beading their foreheads having little to do with heat. Rather, the Northumbrian air was damp and cool as it always was, carrying the stench of rot and the tang of sea salt.

With the first log set into place, the men took a few seconds to wipe their brows and grin abashedly at each other before stepping back. All eyes were now on the man who had spoken, a veritable slab of muscle and scowl. Stepping forward, his expression of disinterest barely slipped as he wrapped his arms around the tree trunk, some seven metres long, and began to lift it. Rippling muscles shifted under his skin like snakes, straining and stretching as he heaved his burden upwards until it stood almost as erect as some hours earlier, before the woodsmen cut it down. With a glance, he sent the men scurrying to their work, securing it in its new position by building up a thick set of earth on the base and weighing it down from behind. When they were done, the man stepped away.

"Good. The first one is set. Now go and fetch another or this wall won't be finished before winter."

Neither the words nor the tone were particularly harsh but Barda-beorht's peasants hurried to obey. To be used as part of the wall in this little border fort, each trunk had to be felled, stripped, staked and hardened before being moved over to the chosen spot and placed in position. Once there, it could either be lifted into place by a team of around ten men using sticks and poles or the lord of the land on his own. And as the local brigands and marauding picts had quickly learned of Bard-beorht's skill at and love of shedding blood in righteous battle and resolved to steer well clear, the most exciting part of the knight's day was testing his strength at a job normally performed by near a dozen men.

Needless to say, he could barely conceal his excitement at the arrival of a rider clad in the bright colours and thin robes of the south, pointed out to him by one of the men currently digging the next stake pit. The man was shivering on his horse even in the current, mild weather and looked on dumbstruck at Barda-beorht's bare chest. After a few moments of improper staring, he collected himself, leapt down into the mud and kneeled.

"My lord, my name is--"

"I'm sure it is, now why are you here? What message do you bring from Camelot?"

Without missing a beat, the messenger replied.

"Your presence is requested by Sir Lancelot at Camelot. While he acts of regent of the great city, he has requested the presence of a great many of knights from all corners of Britannia. I shall ride south immediately, when can we expect you to join us?"

Barda-beorht's grin had begun to spread across his face from the word 'requested' and now looked like the smile a wolf gives a particularly stupid rabbit that has wondered into into its den.

"If you manage to beat me to Camelot, you can tell Sire Lancelot that even if my horse dies, I will run south."

So saying, he set off at a run towards the distant form of his ancestral home. To leave for the south needed some provisions, some armour and above all a sword. The proper preparations would take a week or more, what with arranging for someone to lead in his place, organise a guard and gather an adequate baggage train for his retinue.

An hour later, he left, alone and with little more than some food, a set of half plate, a sword, a shield and two horses. Barda-beorht would be damned before he arrived late to momentous happenings at Camelot, damned a thousand times over. So he rode off in the midday sun, a sword at his hip and a smile on his lips, off to seek adventure, glory and battle but mostly an end to lifting trees.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

Sorry about the delay on my post, I'll get there as soon as I can but it's been a busy week.

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

I'm going to be now but first order of business tomorrow is working on relationships. Anyone who wants to work it out should PM me and I'll get back to you ASAP, otherwise I'll just write what I think Arthur would feel about them and wait for a yay/nay PM.