Post by huntsmangraham on Jun 19, 2012 20:26:18 GMT -7
The Huntsman/Sheriff Graham
Fairytale Realm / Storybrook
BEHIND THE MASK
Age: 34
Species: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185lbs
Birthday:July 8th
Face Claim: Jamie Dornan
Physical Description:
*A tall and lean man, standing at 6'2"
*Bearded face
*Light brunette hair is typically messy
*Light blue eyes
*Hardly ever without his vest on or leather jacket
WINDOWS TO THE SOUL
Family:
His wolf
Friends:
Emma Swan
Henry Mills
Mary Margaret/Snow White
Foes:
Regina Mills/Evil Queen
Sydney Glass/Magic Mirror
Likes:
Darts
His wolf
Being An Officer
Emma Swan
Hard Liquor
Dislike:
Regina Mills/The Evil Queen
Spinach
Disrespect
Animal Cruelty
Hobbies:
Drinking
Darts
Playing Cards
WHO I AM IS NOT WHO I USED TO BE
Profession:Sheriff of Storybrook
Storybrooke History:
Sheriff Graham Humbert had been the sheriff of Storybrook for…well as long as he could really remember. Life was just the normal drudge, living from moment to moment day to day. It felt like something was missing his entire life however. Perhaps that was the reason that he willingly hopped into bed with the mayor Regina Mills, figuratively and very literally. That void that had plagued him his entire life, never seemed to be filled. Basically he felt nothing. There was no highs or lows as most people experienced. He swore sometimes he was completely hollow.
The introduction of the woman that would change his entire life to the sleepy little town of Storybrook was interesting to say the least. From being on the wrong side of the iron bars of a cell to a the shiny deputy badge on her hip. Emma Wan opened Graham’s eyes. She was the only one he could turn to when the wolf appeared to him and the poor man thought he was loosing his mind.
Sheriff Graham was the first in the town to overcome the curse placed on them by the evil queen. His friend from a life he did not remember, started to appear to him. The wolf; a childhood friend, lead him down the path of discovery and would be his own destruction. His constant affairs with Regina were ended as he began to learn the truth about the woman he had been sharing a bed and his body with. His heart, she had stolen his heart. Despite the fact he thought he was going mad, he sought out the stolen part of himself with the assistance of Emma. The hunt had came up with a dead end.
His final moments were of clarity and emotion. He’d kissed her in the station. Her body had felt so warm against his and even though she didn’t understand, she still seemed happy. It had been that kiss that broke his curse and the memories of a life that he did not know flooded his mind. “Thank you.” Was the last words that he said to her, giving her the well deserved credit for saving him.
Fantasy History:
Wolves. The wolves were his family. Human parents that he never knew had abandoned him and a kindly mother wolf took him in to her pack. The babe was nursed by the beast that he would think of as his mother and the pups that kept him warm at night were his brothers and sisters. The forest was his home and finally them lad grew to a strong man. He had no name, cept for the one that the townspeople had given him. ‘The huntsman.’ It was a name that he really didn’t care much for either way. It was silly human customs to name things.
Fate led him to that tavern for a hot meal and a glass of strong mead. He and his friend; the silver and gray wolf found themselves in the middle of a brawl with a few local thugs. The men thought they were being cute and funny, insulting him and his companion. That was one of many reason he preferred the company of wolves to the company of people. They were ugly creatures with just self serving and cruelty. Wolves were just. That might have been the reason that he was happy to hand those men their asses and taste the steel of his dagger.
The action had been caught by the vile queen Regina. Her motives were simple. Find the perfect killer and she had thought she had found it in the man. Only she seemed to forget the purity that was her stepdaughter. As the male stood over her, tears moving down her face, they were not for herself. They were for her conspirator and her people…and even for him. She was willing to make a martyr of herself. That self-sacrificing was a human trait that had to be preserved.
Returning to the queen, the heart of a stag in the box, he only hoped it would work. He was wrong. As penance for his treachery, his own heart was stolen; ripped from his chest. The world became a little more lifeless at that moment. Regina held his life literally in the palm of her hands and he was left as her plaything. A puppet who could do little to change his fate as long as she held his heart. A puppet he might be, but when the mistress was busy, he could pull his strings away. He’s done what he can to aid those who oppose the queen and still try to find a way to get his heart back.
Anything Else: Graham will not be used in the current storyline of Storybrook, unless it is flashbacks/past threads. He will primarily be used in the fairytale realm.
Sample Post:
He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it’s as plain as the shining sun—the don’t-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can’t see it.
Nostrils quivered at the scent. The pale moon was high in the night sky. The wolf padded quietly through the trees, its soft gray coat cloaked in the darkness. Only sharp and striking yellow eyes burned in the shadows. The huntsman had left the security of his camp compound to go hunting. His best friend padding softly by his side. The breeze moved though his dark hair as they stalked their next meal through the brush.
Pools of blue orbs peered through the thickets to see a young doe grazing within the forest. The smell intoxicated his canine companion as he urged the wolf to wait just a second. He was hungry. It had been a full day since they had found any game in the forest. The roots that he had dug up only lasted for breakfast that morning. The opportunity to enter town was not an option too unless he sold another set of pelts. Pelts meant he had to make kills. "Steady my friend." He spoke as he drew back his bow and aimed for the beast's heart. Releasing his fingers, the arrow hit it's mark cleanly and the doe fell to the ground in a soft thud and strangled cry.
The wolf's body lowered to the ground before springing up and darting towards the prey as if he wanted to make the fatal blow himself. Running to the creature, the huntsman whispered s soft prayer to the animal. "Thank you for your sacrifice," there was a solemnness and lingering sadness to his tone. With the final words, the arrow plunged deeper into the hot flesh of it's heart. "It seems as if we will eat tonight my friend." The male spoke as he wiped the tear from his face.
