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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 16, 2011 12:33:36 GMT -5
Griff was actually surprised that Lucan was staying. He had assumed his brother would ignore his request and just leave him to it; after all, it had been a good few years and they’d never been the closest of brothers even before Lucan left. But none of that mattered now because Griff was determined that this was going to be a new start for both them, as he pointed out mere moments ago: they were family, they were supposed to at least be able to communicate with each other.
He was still sensing Lucan’s less than subtle hostility towards him, but he was going to ignore it. “It was more of a voluntary exile, if anything. Our loving father gave me an ultimatum: get married or get out. I didn’t really care for a wedding.” He shrugged and took a swig of his drink. “So here I am. Not getting married.” He was, naturally, overly simplified, completely ignoring a good number of the events that led up to said ultimatum but it was all Lucan needed to know.
Waving his hand dismissively he changed the subject, trying to divert his brother’s attention. “Anyway. The important thing is that I’m here now and erm...” he scratched at his neck, something he always did when he was nervous and had done since he was a small child. “I don’t have anywhere to stay...or any money...” He grinned at his brother, because that was clearly going to endear Lucan to him more and, for good measure, gave him a thumbs up because who could say no to a thumbs up?
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 16, 2011 6:26:48 GMT -5
It was a long held opinion, or at least long compared to most of Griff’s otherwise fickle opinions, that Camelot was an arrogantly large city. The young noble had been wandering about for at least two hours and still he was yet to find a suitable tavern. The whole situation was utterly ridiculous. If he was still in Glouchedon he would have only had to snap his fingers before a drink appeared, now, however, he had to suffer through the quite frankly degrading task of finding one for himself. His feet were beginning to hurt, still having blisters from his odorous journey to Camelot. He never walked anywhere but his father had refused to let him take a horse when he left, how utterly ridiculous. The situation was not a joyous one, the sooner he could find his brother the better, at least then he’d have food and drink and a bed without having to pay for it.
He would have given up far before now, but he simply did not have the option to do so. Since leaving Glouchedon the only things in the world he possessed were the clothes he was wearing and a meagre amount of coins that he’d somehow managed to keep hold of. The whole thing was rotten; nothing he had done could possibly justify such humiliation as this.
He was all for going into another mental rant when a young woman caught his eye. She certainly stood out from the crowd, not only by her rich garments but also by her unusual red hair that had immediately attracted Griff’s attention. After running a hand through his hair and stretching his arms he wandered over to the woman casually. “My lady,” he began, taking her hand and kissing it. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I would remember a beauty such as yours.”
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 15, 2011 15:47:36 GMT -5
Lucan was clearly delusional if he thought their father thought more highly of Grif, but there was no point in arguing. Clearly his brother was just going to ignore the facts in order to make himself into a victim. “Whatever you say, Luc.” He replied wearily. Their reunion hadn’t gone to plan at all, and now Grif was feeling rather guilty about the whole situation and their argument. They both obviously had very different ideas about their childhoods, and although Grif was right, there wasn’t any point in trying to make Lucan see sense because he was far too stubborn. He was just going to have to be the mature one, something which he didn’t have much practice at. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.”
“Diligently?” Grif scoffed at his brother’s words. “Did you want something more? I could provide more detail; I remember it vividly...unless I’m thinking of someone else.” He shrugged, not that it mattered either way. It was done now and there was nothing he could do about it. In another childish action he slumped further into his chair, turning his head so he was no longer able to see his brother and his judging expression.
Grif was still staring into the distance when Lucan stood up, saying something facetious and trying to leave but Grif grabbed but Grif grabbed his arm to prevent him. “Don’t go! I’ve only just got here.” He let go and gestured to the now empty chair. “Please Luc. Have a drink with me, another drink with me. A friendly one.” He looked up at Lucan, trying to make him stay just by looking at him. It would be a lot easier a task if his brother was an impressionable young woman – all it would take was a wink. Somehow he didn’t think that would work on Lucan. “Let’s start again, we are family after all.”
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 15, 2011 14:54:57 GMT -5
Grif was still glaring. Nothing Lucan was saying could possibly make the situation any better, but he was doing quite well at achieving the exact opposite. “Oh that is charming. I’m a terrible person for not writing, but you’ve got far more important things to do. I forgot how high and mighty you always were.”
Now Grif was angry. How Lucan could sit there and say that their father was never bothered about him was utterly ridiculous. Lucan was the only thing their father had ever cared about, even after he’d left. He had been the golden child as far as Corneous had been concerned, whilst Grif had always been the spare. “Is that really what you think?” He demanded, voice raised. “You think Father doesn’t care about you? You’re the only thing he does care about. I’ve lived in your shadow for eighteen years and you have the audacity to sit there like you’ve had such a hard life.” As he glared across the table his chest rose and fell from his heavy breathing. Lucan had absolutely no idea what his life was like – how could he? He’d left as soon as he could and never come back. “What reasons could you possibly have?”
Grif took the drink, Lucan was probably trying to make some sort point by shoving it at him, but Grif really didn’t care. Like the first he downed it. It wasn’t making him feel any better, but it did give him some satisfaction now that Lucan didn’t have a drink and he’d had two. “He grew up.” Grif replied bluntly. “He realised the sun doesn’t shine out of your backside.”
“What did you do? It must’ve been bad for father to almost disown you.”
It really wasn’t any of Lucan’s business, but the subject wasn’t going to be dropped until Grif gave him an answer. “Lady Sybil.” He eventually replied. “You remember her-oh, actually you wouldn’t, would you?”
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 15, 2011 13:58:54 GMT -5
Grif’s face immediately fell. Why wasn’t Lucan pleased he was here? All right, perhaps it was expecting a bit much for Lucan to be thrilled, but they were brothers and it had been years, and this was just downright rude. Couldn’t he at least pretend? It wasn’t every day two brothers, separated for years were eventually reunited after such hardships. Well, perhaps not hardships, but even so. This was just ridiculous.
“It’s so lovely to see you too.” He replied sarcastically. “I just wanted to see you, but clearly that’s not allowed.” Folding his arms he glared at Lucan rather petulantly. This was not at all what he wanted to happen. Lucan was supposed to be enthused by his arrival. Why wasn’t he enthused? “And anyway, you never wrote to me.” It was a childish reply, but if Lucan was just going to be rude then why should Grif bother being anything but childish? He was, after all, the youngest, and since Lucan had left when Grif was only ten they hadn’t had much in the way of sibling arguments so it seemed as a good a time as any to start one now.
The young noble was taken aback by Lucan’s obvious hostility. “I wanted to see you. That’s why I’m here.” When his drink arrived he quickly downed it and started eyeing up his brother’s. “Do you want that?” His companion was still staring. Grif sighed, rolling his head back, arms still folded against his chest. “I don’t have any money. Father almost disowned me, so now I have nothing. Happy?”
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 14, 2011 17:08:38 GMT -5
Even after repeating them several times over in his head the words of the smirking stranger in front of him still didn't quite make sense. Grif was still staring at the mysterious man when the full meaning of his speech finally clicked in his head. He had found his brother, in a tavern of all places!
Grif grinned, clapped his brother on the shoulder and replied, as if this was a completely normal occurance, "Only if you buy me another drink. I'm a little short these days." His words were slurred, thanks to the alcohol, but hopefully they were still understandable. He laughed loudly and pulled Lucan into a tight embrace. He wasn't just relieved that he'd found his brother and was seeing him for the first time in ten years, but he'd actually done what he'd set out to do, which was a first.
He was still upright, but only because he was now leaning on Lucan and somehow managing to get them both drinks from the nearest serving woman. "Come, come." Dragging his brother he pushed him into a chair at an empty table and fell into one opposite. "Well...this is a surprise." Again, his words were sloppy and his arms were either flailing or hanging completely limp at his side. He leaned forward, almost too far and had to stop himself from smacking his head onto the table. "A nice surprise! Isn't it so nice! Lovely, lovely and nice." He laughed again, what a ridiculous situation this was. He'd come all this way to only to end up walking into his brother whilst completely drunk. OOC - it's late, I'm still a little drunk myself. Don't blame me if it doesn't make any sort of sense. |
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 14, 2011 8:57:40 GMT -5
The ground appeared to be moving, which was making walking across it interesting. Grif stumbled for the umpteenth time - some fool had left their chair in the middle of his path - and almost fell onto one of The Rising Sun's unsuspecting patrons. He half mumbled an apology, or something like it and carried on walking, not exactly sure where he was going. There had been a destination in mind when he set off, but it had long since been forgotten and now it was more a question of whether or not Grif could remain standing, regardless of where he would go. He'd end up somewhere, hopefully somewhere nice. With any luck he'd end up somewhere warm and soft with an equally warm and soft woman. In his present state, however, that was not a likely outcome.
He stopped suddenly, causing the man behind him to smack right into his back and spill his newly purchased drink all over Grif, but the young noble didn't notice because he was sure he'd had his own drink only now it had disappeared... like a concerned meerkat he searched his surroundings by sight. It was not a success. If he had indeed had a drink it was long gone by now. It was shortly after this disappointment that he felt someone patting his back and turned around to see the aforementioned man looking rather guilty while holding an empty flagon and trying to dry Grif's back with a small cloth.
"I didn't see you, sir." The man replied shrinking back slightly. It was clear to all that Grif was nobility: everything from his hair to his shoes screamed money and vanity.
"Oh, quite." Grif said and waved him away. He was far too distracted with trying to remember what he was doing, and anyway, he wouldn't be wearing that particular tunic again so it really didn't matter that it was covered in ale.
Grif had only been in Camelot a few days and remarkably had kept himself to himself. Alas, this was not a jolly, no friends had been coerced into keeping him company and paying for his drinks. He was on a mission to find his older brother, having been almost disowned by their father. The only problem being that he had not seen his brother since he was ten and had no idea where he was. Still, no matter. He'd just find himself another drink. He had managed a grand total of five steps before colliding into someone new. |
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Post by Griff Aubert on Jun 12, 2011 18:18:52 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Griflet
.:Nick Name:. Grif
.:Age:. Eighteen
.:Race:. Glouchedonian
.:Status:. Nobility
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Grif has a rather lanky figure and resembles his brother in appearance with his pale skin and dark brown hair but takes after his mother with his high cheekbones and pale green eyes. Being fully aware of his good looks, he is more than happy about using them to get what he wants and he’s yet to come across a woman who hasn’t been completely under his influence after a smile.
.:Height:. 6'
.:Portrayed by:. Harry Lloyd
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Grif comes across as confident, almost arrogant and definitely a charmer. This could, however, be a defence mechanism due to his inferiority complex that started in his childhood because of his father’s favouritism towards his elder brother Lucan.
He has an outgoing nature and his always more than up for a challenge, regardless of how much trouble he could get into because he could always use his father’s money and pay his way out of it. Selfish and brazen, he gives little care to the thoughts and feelings of others so long as he is enjoying himself.
He is quick to portray himself as a happy-go-lucky man without a care in the world in order to hide his ongoing feelings of inferiority and self-loathing. From a young age he quickly realised he would never live up to his father’s expectations and so, instead of trying harder takes pleasure in causing as much embarrassment as possible.
.:Strengths:. His father taught him swordplay and archery from a young age. Though he prefers swordplay he’d much rather not be in fight in the first place and relies on his tongue or purse rather than his fist to get himself out of trouble. As well as this he can use charm and flattery to get his own way and has had more than his fair share of luck with members of the opposite sex.
.:Weaknesses:. Grif is quick to jump into situations without considering the consequences and expecting that whatever happens he’ll come out well. He doesn’t realise that without his father’s money and title he wouldn’t be so well off.
Selfish in character he doesn’t often show any care for others, especially when he wants something from someone. His friends are few and his enemies ever growing.
Yet beyond his overzealous nature and apparent complacency he is at heart the same child who realised his father would always prefer his older brother. Since a child he suffered from an inferiority complex, something that only worsened when Lucan left and their father tried to overcompensate for this using Grif.
.:Magic Abilities:. None. He has no particularly strong feelings towards magic so long as it doesn't prevent him from having a good time.
.:Special Skills:. Grif is quite handy with a sword although he prefers to use words and a wink to save his skin. He is also an accomplished liar and uses charm and manipulation to get his own way.
.:Accents:. Southern English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Glouchedon
.:Family:. Father: Duke Corneous of Glouchedon
Mother: Elaine
Half brother (paternally): Lucan
.:Occupation:. None
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:.Griflet was born to Corneus, Duke of Glouchedon and his second wife Elaine. Corneus already had a son, Lucan, from his first wife who is eight years his senior. Unlike his older brother Grif was not expected to become a great knight and fight for the kingdom. Throughout his childhood he always felt inferior to Lucan because of his relationship with their father. However, once Lucan left (when Grif was ten) his father’s attentions turned to his youngest son and began to raise him befitting a man of his status, but Grif had quickly realised that he was never going to live up to his father’s expectations. He quickly became far too preoccupied with being anything but a true gentleman especially towards the fairer sex.
Spending his teenage years practically as an only child, Grif was more than capable of embracing his role as the son of a duke and certainly used his status to his own advantage. He enjoyed a rather exuberant lifestyle, much to the chagrin of his parents.
With an eight year age gap, Lucan and Grif were never the closest of siblings, especially as Lucan left. He is, however, determined to rectify this especially after his latest ‘disgrace’ following which he was almost disowned by his father. Instead of suffering a frankly unbearable existence directly under the thumb of his overbearing father he decided to find his brother and so travelled to Camelot.
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