Grindal Horist [MELTED]

The Bloodletter || Male || Androsexual || forty-six || Gemischt

APPEARANCE

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There are few that embody masculinity more than Grindal Horist. Almost as if he is stepping out of your stereotypical sexy lumberjack calendar, the man is the true representation of what a "man" should be. Coming across the male, one of the first people notice is his muscularity. Certainly like one who spends a vast majority of their time at the gym, definition is sculpted into every ounce of his flesh. Every motion his body makes is a literal dance of rippling muscle fibers. It stretches from something as simple as a casual stroll to a playful Jersey-style fist pump (do the kids even do this anymore?).

Outside of his build, perhaps the next thing one notice is his fuzziness. Typical of someone who drinks substances that "puts hair on your chest," the man is a hairy beast. His "fur" is located in your typical androgenic spots (chin, underarms, forearms chest, naval, legs and groin) and is often thick enough to easily run one's fingers through. It is far from sloppy and is frequently trimmed to not be overbearing. This mostly applies towards his beard that is easily a couple inches in growth. In his own words, he cares for his beard more than most care for the locks on their heads.

If capable of seeing it underneath his fuzzy exterior, the next thing to see is numerous scars that cover his body. It is the natural side effect of being a warrior, especially one with very limited durability skills. Generally limited to your occasional knick and raised service, the largest one actually stretches across the bridge of his nose. It is a large gash that is hard not to notice. Though some question why he hasn't had plastic surgery to repair it, he claims its merely an extension of his character.

Clothing for Grindal varies depending on the situation. Generally speaking, he prefers comfortable fabrics that allow for easy movement. He, however, is no stranger to dressing to impress should the situation call for them. Tight shirts that frame over his muscles and jeans that accentuate his goods are a normal occurrence for the man. He, however, does not enjoy dressing up formally. When it comes to battle, his attire tends to fit a more medieval theme with your stereotypical suit of armor with durable leather padding and chain mail directly underneath.

PERSONALITY

Grin used to be your fairly stereotypical father. He was a caring and compassionate man that cracked really cheesy jokes routinely and enforced a “tough love” philosophy to grow and mature his girls into fine ladies. This, however, all changed when the fire nation attacked life shifted out of his control and both of his children fell victim to a hollow after a reckless use of hollow bait. Though emotionally devastated by their death, what truly ripped his heart out was the fact he was unable to save them. All he could do was watch helplessly as they were devoured right before his eyes, a haunting image that still troubles him to this day. From that moment onward, he began his quest towards power and has vowed to do anything he can (no matter what he has to do) in order to achieve it.

Despite this overflowing thirst to become a very capable fighter, the other aspect towards Grindal’s persona is his overprotectiveness. It was a trait that has been with him for nearly as long as he can remember. He is a naturally paranoid individual that hates staying within the unknown. This drive of constant fright forced him to develop various techniques to allow him to monitor and sympathize with those he bonds with: acquaintances, friends, and enemies alike. This has even earned him the nickname of the “bloodletter” for his frequent attempts of sampling another’s blood just to stay within the loop whether they are aware of it or not.

Though all of these negative traits might distinguish him into a creep, the man only holds the best intentions in heart. Those he truly bonds with are sacred treasures to the man that relights the flames of happiness within the depths of his soul. With always a helping hand ready to be extended, he is truly a nice guy to get on your good side, even if it is just to abuse his good naturedness.

HISTORY

After his father married a mere mortal who knew nothing of the spiritual world, Grindal Horist was the viewed by many to be the decline of a proud family of Echt Quincy. Though the Horist family was filled with those who held direct lineage to the Creator, the young boy’s impurity caused his branch to be expelled from all family events and relations. The separation had its perks and disadvantages. For the greater part of his early life, life was normal. There were no concerns of spiritual entities nor did the teachings of his race felt a need to be passed down. He had friends, went to public school, and even joined the school rugby team.

It was only at the age of fifteen that Grindal’s spiritual powers began to awaken. It happened during a skirmish while traveling to a distant town. After being tackled by three different males, a burst of energy surged through him and literally launched all the players upon him back a couple of feet. His father, from the stands, blinked in surprise. That was something truly unexpected but still something that required immediate action. Eventually pulled away by his old man and taken home early, the man essentially gave him the load down on his situation. This conversation educated him on the ways of his people, the powers they possessed, and the potential dangers that came with it.

Though angered by being forced to leave his school, the boy agreed to shift towards home schooling so he could train and refine his craft. This education allowed him to form a bow (or gun in his case), wield the might of ginto, mask his presence, and even manipulate the ambient energy that surrounded the globe. He even grabbed a firm grasp of the quincy artifacts and found great interest in their creation. This training, however only lasted for a few years. It was ended abruptly by an unseen killer: a brain aneurysm. What had started out as a headache ended up with him falling lifeless right at the kitchen table.

Saddened by such events and not letting his father’s power rot away, he stayed in a constant state of independent study to hopefully one day surpass his old man. With his library as his only teacher, the male learned at a much slower pace. His only profound revelation was of a technique (or perhaps ability) Echt quincy like his father seemed to be capable of demonstrating. Though he tried his best to mimic it, every attempt made only ended in failure. What it did create, however, was a cornucopia of blood-related techniques. His trial and error lead to discovery of the trace spiritual energies that resided within a drop of blood. All that was needed was a simple touch to learn so much about a person such as their location or emotional status.

As time progressed, Grindal eventually found the love of his life (or so he thought). They had two girls (twins no less) who inherited his spiritual gifts and revealed them much sooner than he did. His wife, who lacked any spiritual gifts of her own, began to gradually awaken a higher state of awareness from being surrounded the gifted. It caused her to see monsters, the deceased, and feel sensations that she didn’t like. Claiming the three as demons, she fled and eventually found refuge within a psychiatric hospital after the images didn’t stop.

Though there was a little hiccup in their family status for a while, eventually father and daughters got back on track and life continued as normal. With the girls being young Quincy’s themselves, Grin taught them to the best of their abilities. By the time they were twelve, they were shaping to become possibly an even stronger than he was. This cockiness eventually made the girls want to see just how good they were. After sneaking into Daddy’s study, they grabbed a piece of hollow bait and broke it on the outskirts of town. By the time the man realized what was going on and by the time he got there, his little angels had literally been ripped to shreds by a swarm of hollow. While they weren’t the strongest beasts, their number overwhelmed the inexperienced twins.

Defeated and feeling truly weak, the man swallowed his pride as he packed his bags and showed up on a doorstep he only faintly remembered. The Horist’s were not pleased by his presence and attacked him on the spot. Though he was defeated, his determination and cry to improve himself won over a few members of the family. The could see the potential within him, even if he was a Gemischt. Though his presence within the house hold is not a noble one, Grindal is constantly training to eventually improve and become a capable quincy under even their judgmental eye.