December

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

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In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

@Wick I really need to stop posting and logging off, don't I?

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

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Elias

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When the doctor's assistant came to help Elias return to his room, he gave a disapproving look towards the pair. It was evident he didn't approve of the amount of undress Elias participated in while he laid in Alexis bed, but Elias chuckled softly and said nothing.

The next few hours consisted of tossing and turning, the Grimm unable to sleep because of the sores over his skin. Eventually, he managed to take an assisted bath and return to his bed, finding sleep in the quiet hours of the morning.

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Elias awoke to the sound of horses whinnying and a servant squabbling at the creature, obviously struggling to have Hundar obey his orders. The man inhaled sharply as he rolled over, discovering Alexis near him. The Grimm frowned at her sleeping form, wondering if she had anything better to be doing than sleeping in what looked like the most uncomfortable position on the planet.

Elias rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed, quickly pulling on his trousers and rummaging through his drawers for a loose shirt that was left open in the middle to avoid irritating the stings.

Over he had finished dressing, he heard a faint knock at the door, answering it to see a maid holding a tray full of food. Elias stood in the doorway and thanked her to her services, insisting he could carry it himself before closing the door in her face.

As he placed it on his nightstand, he sat down and began eating, watching Alexis eyes flutter underneath her closed lids.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

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Elias

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Elias didn't comment on the strange entwining of their hands. It was an entirely new concept to him, and it was quite odd. In the west, it wasn't all that commonplace, but Elias was uncertain of its popularity in the east. Any kind of physical contact he had that went beyond a handshake was normally people he felt intimately comfortable with, whether it be his inner circle, or his lover for the night.

Elias gazed up at the ceiling, thinking of what he could possibly say. "It would be best if we didn't engage in combat until your hip has fully healed. If we don't treat it with care, you could lose your ability to fight permanently."

Elias' cheeks flushed red as his embarrassment and regret about what he had done to her resurfaced. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to, and he didn't enjoy it.

The Grimm rolled over, exposing his back to Alexis and resting his head on the edge of the pillow, attempted to block the forest out of his memory. The injuries on his back flared slightly as he detached them from the sheets, however he ignored it. The pain was minimal, and he was distracted.

"We should sleep." His tone was clipped and his words short, signifying his discomfort and level of distraction. Without another word, he closed his eyes and attempted to descend back into the black oblivion of sleep.

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

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Elias

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Elias clenched his jaw and attempted to focus on her words, but the oppressive sense of dread and overpowered him. If he was unable to save Alexis, he would never forgive himself. Granted, she had saved him. But they had been against a pod of Spriggans. Up until the previous day, the Grimm wasn't even certain they existed. Many Grimms chalked them up to hearsay and child's stories. Their magic was fabled to be immensely powerful, as the pair had witnessed, and they weren't any kind of specialized Wesen. The unsettling notion occurred to Elias that if it had been a Grove Mother, or some other kind of Elder Spriggan, both hunters would be decomposing under roots instead of cuddling in bed.

Cuddling... Elias frowned, peering at Alexis out of the corner of his eye. She had grown rather physical since the forest, and it was odd. They had really only known each other for about two weeks, but they had clicked. The sense that Taric would have liked her encouraged Elias to trust her, despite his gut feeling. It was a certainly odd combination of emotions, and it had caused him to lose sleep.

"We should at least take a break from hunting," Elias said, running his free hand through his hair. "We should practice together, get to know each other's styles, and come up with battle plans. We can't function effectively as partners unless we fight as one."

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

@Vicier Oh I'm so sorry! I was creating it in the CS tab because I was constantly checking the format of everyone's else's CS's to make sure I was doing it right and I guess I forgot to switch to OOC. My apologies!

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Elias

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Elias bit his lip and rolled onto his back, ignoring the pain in his back and staring at the ceiling, his hands clasped and resting on his stomach.

After a few moments, he opened his mouth, forcing out words. "I never wanted to be your partner. I never wanted to depend on you for anything. I never wanted to fight with you... I never wanted you to rely on me."

The Grimm took a deep breath and exhaled it forcefully through his nose, feeling his face flushing with shame. "I first went into a bloodlust when Taric died. As soon as I saw the light fade from his eyes, I blacked out. When I came to, the Wesen wasin pieces on the floor around me, with Taric's dead body in-"

Elias coughed and sat up, forcing back the tears and preventing his voice from cracking with emotion.

"Listen: I'm not fit to be a paired hunter. I work best alone, and I can't endanger anyone else that way. I'm sure your parents will agree that we're a poor pairing. I'll leave as soon as I can. I won't let you suffer because of my anger."

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♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

- Valen Henderson -

_{"The masks that we wear all cover but one identity. You can craft as many personalities as you please, but underneath your facade, I know you."}

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General Information

Name:

Valen Dominic Henderson

Nick-Names:

Val, V, Hender.

Gender:

Male.

Age:

22.

Birthday:

12th of December.

Distinguishing Features:

Valen has a good amount of scars over his body from his rough-and-tumble habits, leading to a large amount of small, faded scars. Most noteworthy is his Heterochromia, a mutation that causes his left eye to appear as a sapphire blue while his right is a chocolate brown. He has multiple tattoos across his body, each with unique meaning.

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Relationship Information

Relationship Status:

"I'm only here for a night of fun."

Sexuality:

Bisexual.

Partner:

None.

Father:

Marcus Henderson (Estranged).

Mother:

Alenya Henderson (Estranged).

Siblings:

Harriet Henderson (Younger Sister).

Pets:

None.

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Personal Information

Personality:

♦ Easy-going ♦ Prickly ♦ Candid ♦ Brutal ♦ Capable ♦ Merciless ♦ Protective ♦

Valen is a very physical man. He isn't one for deep communing with your emotions, long, emotional cries, or apologizing for being a dick. He'll tell you exactly what he thinks of you to your face and brush you aside if it leaves you in pieces. That being said, he isn't overly rude. Valen operates without a filter most of the time, saying what he wants, when he wants to, to who he wants to. He doesn't have time to worry about emotional bullshit to protect the flower children. Life has been no kind mistress to him, and karma has no place in his life. If misfortune comes, he takes it without complaint (except for the occasional drunken rage), and he will return the favor without batting an eye.

While he is merciless, Valen isn't cruel. Once you get past his lack of people skills (rather, his apathy for people skills), he is quite amiable. He's the friend that will tell you when you've crossed a line, chosen a hideous hat to wear that has to go, and he'll hold you when you cry. Emotional speeches aren't his strong suit, and as such, he normally reverts to beating the crap out of whoever hurt you. Once you have found his good graces, he'll ride to hell in a handbasket to save you.

Valen lives for momentary pleasures, preferring to leave wondering about the future to others. He's best known for unguarded emotions and speech, brutal honesty, and his thick skin.

Likes:

✔ Nights of fun.
✔ Warm fires.
✔ Sparring with anyone willing to fight him.
✔ Spending time with those he actually cares about.
✔ Watching people he cares about enjoy their passions.
✔ Sleeping late.
✔ Living moment to moment.
✔ Strong, personal friendships.

Dislikes:

✘ Emotional sob stories.
✘ Crowds.
✘ Liars.
✘ Pretentious, pompous pricks.
✘ Nightmares.
✘ People who convince themselves they are "weak".
✘ People who don't know their place.
✘ Justice.

Biography:

Valen comes from a family of polar opposites. When they say opposites attract, they're lying through their teeth. His parents met in high school and dated until marriage. They lived as a quiet little family, and as such, nothing ever happened. Valen grew up in a small town in the Netherlands, learning many different languages and tending hard to his studies. He picked up extracurricular activities such as wrestling and boxing, much to the displeasure of his parents, figuring it was best to know how to defend himself if the need ever arose.

As he slowly learning, Valen learned that he loved the adrenaline. He began investing more and more time into his fighting, learnign to be the most capable brawler he could be. His grades began declining, and he grew tired of his parents' constant nagging for him to improve.

Valen soon found enjoyment in partying and visiting underground fights. His parents and him argued constantly about his habits, however he was far too stubborn and his father was far too passive. Eventually, he began to tangle with the law on a regular basis, spending many weekends in dark cells while he sobered up.

The piety of his parents was revolted by his debauchery, and they slowly began to cut ties to him. Valen became addicted to betting on fights and participating in them, until he shattered his collarbone in a fight. After failing to hide the injury, his parents offered to pay the doctor's bills, as long as he give up his destructive lifestyle. By that point, it was the only constant in Valen's life, and he found his identity in it. The final breaking point was reached on his already-tenuous relationship with his family, and he left. He traveled for the next three years, healing from his injuries, doing odd jobs, and getting in the ring whenever he could.

Now, Valen's life consists of his continuing to fight underground as he travels, searching for a place to call home.

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Plasmid Information

Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Dark Blue.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Brown.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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Detailed Relationship Information

Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

I swear on my mother's unmade grave the cs will be up tomorrow or I shall perish!

In Grimm Times (December x Wick)

Elias

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"No, I'm not going to keep you awake. You need to sleep as do I....and no, I didn't tell them that you did this to me."

Elias eyebrows furrowed at her comment, but she had already closed her eyes, leaving him alone to wonder at her comment.

The events in the forest were completely hazy to him; the last thing he remembered was moving on foot, side by side with Alexis, and then catching a whiff of Wesen scent...

A chill ran down Elias spine, reminding him of the darkness inside. Ever since Taric's death, he had kept losing time. In the night, he would wake up in the woods, covered in blood with scythe in hand. Sometimes he found the body, sometimes he didn't. But each time, it was a Wesen; he could at least take comfort in that.

The only surefire way to trigger the bloodlust was to battle Wesen. Elias was uncertain of why it existed. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism to cope with Taric's death. Whatever the reason, it was a threat to anyone around him, and for the first time, himself.

The troubled thoughts carried Elias into a deep sleep, only disturbed by the gasps and grasp of Alexis. His eyes slowly opened, fighting against a thin crust that had sealed his lids together. When he could see, he noted the blood on Alexis bandage.

Elias grunted in pain as he propped himself up on his elbow, shaking Alexis shoulder gently. "Alexis. Alexis! Wake up!"

He held her still as she awoke, gasping in pain, her hand still grasping his tightly.

"Alexis, you tore your stitches. Lie still, the doctor's coming." Elias gently slid his hand out from her grasp, warily eyeing her. The fact that they had somehow ended up holding hands in their sleep was slightly disconcerting. Had she grabbed his hand intentionally? If so, what did that mean?

Elias pushed the thoughts aside and glanced over his shoulder as the doctor entered the room, giving a quick command telling Elias to lie back. Elias ignored him and motioned towards her wound. "She tore them in her sleep."

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