Name - Greyson Andres Fairbaine
Age - Twenty.
Gender/Role - Male/boy 4
Occupation - Thief / landscaping
Appearance - Grey's really not a big guy. Standing around five eleven and weighing what's average for a guy his height, around one-hundred-forty-nine pounds, he probably wouldn't intimidate anybody. And that's not a problem. But working out does give him some muscle. He's built lean like a runner, not big and bulky like someone who was really into lifting weights. His skin is a light shade. Nothing close to pale, and very prone to tanning. The sun can turn him almost brown, especially in the summer. But being half Mexican does that to you. Honestly, Greyson hates tanning. He thinks the dark color looks weird with his eyes, but some people think it looks alright. Pale blue, his eyes aren't as striking as other shades, but some confuse it for grey depending on the lighting. They're often covered up by sunglasses. He has a nice smile, and he has lot's of scars from doing stupid things. Most are small, though, and aren't worth sharing. The most noticeable would be one right below his jaw. The majority of it isn't visible except for the part that curves up, and when he turns to the left, you can see it. It's pink against his skin and the part you see is only a half inch or so long, but when he tans, it really stands out. His hair is russett brown, with the top being a blonde-ish color. His hair use to be a lot darker than it was, but he's lightened it over the years to it's current shade. Not too long ago he dyed part of it blonde, hence the color being in his hair. It's slowly fading away, though. His bangs are combed to the side. Grey keeps his hair cut short, but the length of his bangs is up to how he feels. He has a few tattoo's, including words on his chest and two bands on his arm.
Personality - Greyson is a guy who, despite not always coming off as a ray of sunshine, is actually pretty friendly and likes interacting with people. He doesn't show a lot of emotion, and has trouble showing sympathy to other people. That's why he takes it hard when people he gets close to end up hurting him, but he's still a helpful guy, always making sure those around him are taken care of. He's good at listening and giving advice. Grey's also not shy about giving his opinion on something. However, there are times when his 'older brother' persona melt away. Like when he's doing his 'other job' or with 'other friends'. He can be pretty reckless and carefree at times, giving in to past issues. Grey also has his acting side, the side that allows him to lie and deceive people to get anything and anywhere. Then there are his issues; the depression, being easily distracted, being antsy and not very trusting. Even so, being around his 'family' gives him a reason to keep all of those things in check.
Likes - amusment parks, any type of music (metal is his favorite), italian food, cold weather, grey or rainy days.
Dislikes - Insecure people, uptight people, people who try to control him, nagging people, cats.
Fears - Drowning. As soon as his head goes underwater he panics. With that, he also has a fear of not being able to breathe.
History - Greyson Fairbaine was born in Monterrey, Mexico to his native Mexican mother, Mariana, and his American dad, Wes. His dad was born in Burke, Virginia but later moved to Mexico after his job made him relocate. There he met a young lady he fell in love with instantly, even if she didn’t like him all that much. A few romantic gestures later, they were dating, married, argueing-over-who’s-parents-had-to-pay-for-the-wedding-thanks-to-cultural-differences. You know, the usual love story.
They worked it out and Greyson happened. Since both his parents knew Spanish and they currently lived in Mexico, they decided to teach their son Spanish first. English was spoken, too, but they wanted him to firmly grasp the language he’d be hearing most often. Grey picked it up like any kid would. His life was pretty easy those first few years. He had a nice house, both parents loved him, and he even had a dog. Or was it a rat? That Chihuahua (his mother’s idea) never really liked the little kid. Or anyone, for that matter. Paublo (the dog) was aggressive to strangers, and barked whenever it got the chance. After biting Grey for the fiftieth time, his dad finally sat the dog on the curb in another neighborhood and drove off.
When Grey turned seven his dad told him they were moving back to his hometown in Virginia. Being so young, Grey didn’t really mind. He had friends and loved the city he was in, but moving somewhere else sounded like an adventure. Well, that’s what his dad told him. They packed up and moved to Virginia, living only a few streets down from Grey’s all-American cousins, Chance and Tyler.
It was a shock, to say the least. He didn’t know the language, the weather was cold, he’d never seen so many tree’s, and the place just looked different. Being in a city was no shock to him, but that didn’t make the transition any easier. He was thrown into second grade and had to pick up English quickly because his parents never actually sat down and taught him more than a few basic words. However, it came to him eventually. The boy got use to his new world and the people in it. At this point, he wasn't really considered crazy or anything. He'd occasionally miss a few nights of sleep or act calmer than usual, maybe steal some kids crayons, but nothing alarming.
When he was around seventeen his disorders got really bad. It was around six or seven o'clock and he had just gotten home from hanging out with some friends. As usual, he’d go for a jog. Grey eventually worked his jog into a run, and was timing himself on his watch. As the star of the Cross Country and Track team, he had to keep pushing his limits. Testing himself. He was about to set a personal record when he noticed a car coming down the road. What does he do? Well, Grey didn't even give it a few seconds worth of thought. He turned on his heels right into the street and was hit instantly. He only suffered a concussion and some cuts, but that was when his parents really noticed his issues. After that, he started jumping out of windows, stealing his parents money, getting pulled over for speeding on the freeway. Whatever it took to get a thrill. However, in the midst of all the craziness, he met her. The one. The chick who made him stop and rethink things. Grey fell in love - actual love - with this girl. He wasn't aware that she didn't feel as strongly, and that he was making a fool of himself, but when you're blinded by feelings you don't notice those kinds of things. It was a death blow when she didn't want to get serious and commit. Grey was never one to stay where he wasn't wanted, and quickly left, leaving her and their memories behind him. Maybe that's why Grey started to crash -- emotionally. He'd end up sprawled out on a park bench, silent and utterly emotionless, and have to drag himself home. Well, to the next park bench, or maybe one of insomniac cafe's. He ended up in The Firehouse, and it didn't take long for things to turn around.