Background

His parents were very nice folk to appearance but no one knew what Grave had known behind closed doors. It was a very terrifying thing that had happened to him as a child that he could never forget. He had to learn to smile or at least try to the outside world but his spirit was strained and broken giving him a sort of permanent tired look as to what would be the rest of his life. His father worked as a undercover officer/detective type while his mother stayed home during the day to cook and clean then disappear at night leaving him home alone with his father, both were respectable to the community. His father would always be drinking whenever she was out but this night was different he wasn't drinking this time he was absolutely sober when he decided to apologize to his only son and beat him senseless leaving him there on the floor of his bedroom bloodied and hurting. There was no understanding as to why he did it sober at least he could excuse the fact it wasn't done with a straight mind until now. Slowly the morning broke through the windows and a loud snore of his father could be heard from down the hall. This time it would be him to inflict the pain to teach a lesson. Getting up slowly with all the pain and throbbing of his wounds he dragged himself into the kitchen and quietly pulled out a knife circling back around to his parents bedroom in pitch black darkness to plunge the knife directly into his fathers throat and chest repeatedly crying in silence.

When he mother returned she covered her mouth in terror to find her husband brutally stabbed multiple times and her see her son covered in blood stains sitting there with a blank look upon his face ignoring the reality of it all. She looked at him in a grave manner and demanded him to tell her what had he done. It didn't take much it seemed to pull him back to reality as she picked him up and shook him by the collar of his shirt. He wrecked his body now with silent sobs as she stopped shaking him and letting him drop down to the floor while she gasped for air like a fish out of water seeing a knife stuck into her breast sent a shock throughout the body. When she fell to her knees he stood there looking at her with tears rolling down his cheeks smiling slightly. "You let this happen. You let him do this and you where no better. You deserve this." he whispered as her eyes widened in terror then her body collapse to the ground finally drawing it's last breath. Soon after a few officers came in seeing the massacre in the bedroom and the parent-less child soaking in a small pool of blood covered in bruises. Some of them assumed it was him but never could figure out if it was. He was placed in different homes through out his life and never once he had regret what he had done.

{L} Gumdrops, Cigarettes, Peace and Quiet, Star Gazing, Roaming the Woods
{D} Noisy things, forced into things, Accepting his state of being (he acknowledges it), Being told he looks tired

{S} Integrity, Social intelligence
{W} Apathy, Heedless, Disregard, Vengeful

Extra(s)

He tends to not care about what goes on around him, mostly smokes without regard to anyone's health, kind of lazy and a little sleazy but has his heart in the right place sometimes. He always appears tired and hates it when people point it out. Doesn't like long conversations tends to be short to the point.