lordgraysonhale

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Send me a name and my muse will tell you what they think of them! Aerion Clair (@aerion-clair)

“Aerion.....Aerion. Now the name sounds familiar but I am having trouble placing it. Obviously he is family, for he bears the Clair name, but I just cannot call to memory his face or voice. Perhaps he should come for a visit, so I might jog my memory. Unless he is so boring he just does not stick to thought. That would be dreadful...”

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"Ah, if not kidnapped then, dear Grayson. Murdered? Skewered and torn apart?"

Grayson drew a pistol from underneath his top coat and placed it on the table at his side. His gloved fingers rested upon the weapon and it remained primed and ready to be fired. The other hand became a flat plane, with his elbow on his chair arm, and he leaned his head into his hand in a bored manner.

“You may leave for the moment, because I am a tolerant man who doesn’t quite mind the barbs of others. But I assure you, speak a single word more on the potential for harm for Hales, and I will not have qualms in shooting you “accidently”.”

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Merintha (to your ask a name to find out what Grayson thinks of them)

“Merintha Weatherford, my dear Cousin. Of all the cousins in our grand and sprawling family, perhaps I respect her more than others. She did something I was not willing to do. Go off to fight monsters and find adventure in the name of a...higher calling. A naïve girl when it comes to the rigors of Nobility, and shockingly soft for such a warrior as she. I have no doubt she would be a fine Marshal or General if she had a mind for it. I would even trust her with my life if it came down to it. Let us hope it does not though.”

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"Grayson." Camille's voice was soft, sounding as if she was struggling to speak, "I keep hearing screams... I don't know what to do..." She whimpers softly.

Grayson rose from his chair, where he had been quietly contemplating the rigors and horrors of his current responsibilities. His eyes shifted to his Cousin, hollow and haunted, but always with the hard cast that was his commonest look. There warred in him the need to maintain his dignity and his poise, and the need to comfort his family in these trying times. If only he had been born second, and this would not be falling upon his shoulders. Yet he shouldered that burden even now as he approached his cousin and placed his leather clad hands on her shoulders.

“We must be strong Camille. You are not the only one that hears those anguished cries. It has been a long time since I have slept soundly, not been startled by the merest sound. But we are stronger than this...creature...can imagine. We will find our vengeance and the screams will recede in time. You have my word. The night may dark for some time dear Cousin, but we will find the dawn.”

And for one small moment, Lord Grayson Hale, the emotionless rock of the family opened his arms for his Cousin, inviting an embrace. He might have wished his siblings to be the first to seek his solace, but at least there was someone in the family who might see his other side.

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How would you react to find your remaining siblings kidnapped?

Grayson set down his brandy and his eyes narrowed. A look of pure unadulterated rage crossed his usually passive features before he spoke in a low dangerous tone.

“I do not find this question to be in good taste. Nothing is more important than my siblings. Should something happen to them I would move the heavens themselves to retrieve them and punish the impudent wretch so foolish as to do so. The punishment would not be slow or kind. Think well on that before asking such a distasteful question again.”

He returned to his brandy, now sorely miffed.

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What super power do you wish you had?

Grayson scoffed softly at the question, but then gave it very serious consideration. After a few long moments he spoke. “The ability to control the minds of the weak. Wave my hand and bend the masses to my will. I’m sorry did you think something heroic?”  He smiled as he imagines his psychic powers.

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The News of Cole and Emma

The fire made the room warm, cozy, and serene, sending flickering tracers of light across the walls in hypnotic rhythms. The chair was well padded and well worn, as comfortable as any other place for one to rest. The brandy was delectable and purposely room temperature, every sip a delight. The chess game was finished, a battle of epic proportions that strained the mind.

And yet, Grayson Hale, for all the creature comforts he now surrounded himself with, was vexed. There were better words for what his mood should have been. Horrified, despondent, grieving. But vexed suited his rigid and focused mind. As he sipped that delectable brandy he vexed over his dead siblings.

Was it just a few days ago that he was lecturing his young siblings on the dangers of going out alone? Father had voiced his concerns as well, but the distant Count was not as vocal or rigid as his eldest son. He had called them reckless little fools. And of course they were, otherwise they would not be dead.

The news had been taken stoically of course, he could not show emotion to the lessers. But alone now in his library, he allowed a single tear to fall. It was all he could afford.

Cole and Emma were gone, and someone roamed with the blood of the Hales on his hands. There was no way of knowing whether this was a deliberate assault on his family, or a random slaying. Until he knew otherwise though, he would have to take precautions.

He set down his glass of brandy, and with gloved fingers wiped away the trail the tear had left behind. Clearing his throat and calming his mind he took up a silver bell that sat on the table and rang it twice. Moments later his own personal bodyguard entered the chamber, drawn by the sound of his Lord’s call. The thick shouldered mercenary was all swagger and grin, used to the free and jovial way Grayson entreated with his soldiery. But the grin died as he saw the focused set of the noble’s eyes.

“Tobias.” Grayson didn’t even look up. “My youngest siblings are dead. I want an elite soldier to follow my remaining siblings at all times. Any indications of aggression towards them is to be met with lethal force. If I lose another sibling, I'll be very cross.” His voice was cold, his fingers gripping the arms of his chair tight enough for the two leathers to creak.

“D...did you want me to send a runner to your father m’lord?” The mercenary captain was already mentally selecting the men to assign, his hand resting on the hilt of his longsword without thought.

“No.” The response was quick and harsh, but then softened. “No, I should be the one to inform him. It was my failure that allowed my siblings to die. I must pay for that laxity. Ensure I will not have to inform him of more deaths. And tell none of my siblings WHY they have guards assigned. If they argue,”

He paused once more wondering what sort of threat he could use to ensure his wayward sibling’s obedience.

“No, simply inform them it is my will. They can come to me if they want to argue.” He stood up from the comfortable chair, and stared into that warm inviting fire. For long moments he stared while his bodyguard looked on, quiet and unassuming. He knew Grayson well enough by now to know not to interrupt his sudden lapses in quiet.

“I will tell them once Father has been told. Let them have...a few more hours of joy before they must deal with this. When you have assigned their guards I want you to go out there and find me the people who have their bodies. I assume some ghoulish mortician or priest. Bring them to the basement. I want to examine them myself. Ensure no one sees you. Last thing I need is to explain why I have you taking their bodies and the existence of my lower chambers.”

”Go!” Grayson shouted the last word waving a hand impatiently at his most trusted guardian.

Tobias bowed awkwardly, as he assumed that was necessary. It wasn’t often Grayson acted like a noble with him, but here it was and he didn’t want to anger his employer. Hand still resting heavily on his sword hilt the mercenary turned on his heel and marched out of the library to go about his tasks.

Leaving Grayson standing in the flickering firelight, alone once more. Now though there was no comfort to be found in the room or anything in it. Simply a dark cloying emptiness in his chest that gnawed away at him. With a muted cry he took up the glass of brandy and smashed it into the fire before him, causing a sudden gout of flame from the potent fumes. He clenched his fists and the leather creaked softly once more. He calmed himself after a few moments, the tenseness in his muscles relaxing and fading away.

“There will be time to grieve later. Now...there must be action. Someone has a dark fate in store for them.”

Grayson muttered the words to the darkness and then turned away from the flames, and exited his comfortable retreat. Now it was time for the unpleasant relaying of information, and the possible repercussions it might cause.

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Lord Grayson Hale

the basics ––– –

NAME: Grayson Hale AGE: 27 BIRTHDAY: May 1st RACE: Human GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Depends on his mood. MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black EYES:  Green HEIGHT: 6′3″ BUILD: Athletic DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar over right eye from a hunting accident. COMMON ACCESSORIES: Leather gloves, gold chain with sealed locket

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Heir Apparent of Count Hale, Minder of his wayward siblings. HOBBIES: Chess, Reading, Dueling, Archery LANGUAGES: Common and a smattering of other languages. RESIDENCE: Foxwell BIRTHPLACE: Elwynn Forrest RELIGION: "I believe in myself. There needs be nothing else.” PATRON DEITY: The Light (if his father or sister ask) FEARS: Failure and guillotines.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: N/A CHILDREN: N/A PARENTS: Emely and Rohan Hale SIBLINGS: Aldren, Cole, Emma, and Isidora Hale. OTHER RELATIVES: Weatherfords, Clairs, and many others ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Tobias (His bodyguard), and any soldier who can hold his own against him. PETS: Several dogs, both for hunting and protection.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between. disorganized / organized / in between. close minded / open-minded / in between. calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between. cautious / reckless / in between. patient / impatient / in between. outspoken / Reserved / in between. leader / follower / in between. empathetic / unemphatic / in between. optimistic / pessimistic / in between. traditional / modern / in between. hard-working / lazy / in between. cultured / uncultured / in between. loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between. faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.