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Gray

"These forests ain't suited for human children, but I'll cut you some slack." (Still a WIP)

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a character in “The Sky We Love”, originally authored by Fable, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Image|| Given Name ||
Ryder Wolf.

|| Taken Name ||
Gray.

|| Nicknames ||
Wolf or Prince, mainly.

|| Gender ||
Male.

|| Age ||
Nineteen.

|| Sexuality ||
Bisexual - he lives by the belief that no one should ever be expected to love another based on their gender, and so he leans in both directions.

|| Race ||
Furress.

|| Species ||
Wolf.

|| Occupation/Title ||
Prince and sole Heir to the Furress race.



Image|| Hobbies ||
Running || More like sprinting. The Furress forests stretch for hundreds of miles.
Hunting || As is necessary for the Heir to the race; he needs to be skilled in hunting.
Training || If it even counts as a hobby. Gray spends most of his spare time training.

|| Habits/Quirks ||
Movement || Being as active as he is, Gray need to move regularly and rid himself of excess energy, or his legs and arms will fly and jerk outwards randomly.
Eye patch || Gray fiddles with and fixes his eye patch regularly, mainly out of habit.
Nails || As his nails are among his highest priorities, he checks and trims them quite a lot.

|| Likes ||
Forests || He enjoys the wildlife, the fresh fruit and also chasing down prey on hunting trips.
Teaching/Training || He just enjoys imparting wisdom, really... 'Wisdom' is probably the wrong word to use here.
Climbing || Whether it's a tree or a building, Gray loves nothing more than to climb.

|| Dislikes ||
The Meraidus || He doesn't hate them, of course, but he finds fish to be disgusting.
Large, open spaces. || Having spent most of his life in the forest or in busy woodland cities, Gray hasn't had the chance to get used to open spaces, so they make him a little uneasy.
Extreme temperatures || He can't get comfortable if he's too hot or too cold.

|| Phobias ||
Extreme heights || "I've every right to be nervous! Y-you know what happens to us, right..?"
Public humiliation || "Again, I don't think this is ever pleasant. For anyone."
Falling || "I guess it's not the falling that scares me, it's hitting the ground afterwards."

|| Relationships ||
Layla Dove || "A curious thing, that one. I'd call her a friend, if nothing else."
(Character) || (Opinion)
(Character) || (Opinion)

|| Personality Traits ||
Curious | Adventurous | Optimistic | Witty | Clever | Mischievous

|| Personality Description ||
TBA.



Image|| Hair ||
Gray's hair is undoubtedly the sole reason behind his chosen name. It is unkempt and tousled, sitting scruffily on top of his head in no particular style. Gray often has his hair cut and trimmed in order to keep it short because it otherwise causes him to become irritated. It is a very light shade of grey with odd and unnatural shades of blue, and a much darker grey at the tips. While it is mainly swept to the side over his forehead, there is one thick bundle of hair that rests between his eyebrows and reaches down to his left cheek.

|| Eyes ||
Only one of Gray's eyes is regularly visible. It stands out, much like his hair, as a very light and pale shade of blue with a thin strip of violet lining the inside of the iris (though barely even visible). The other eye, however, is an unusually bright colour of emerald green. This eye is the one kept hidden under an eye patch, for the reason of adapting this eye alone to the darkness for the purpose of hunting in the pitch blackness of the forest at night.

|| Complexion ||
Gray is an incredibly pale boy, with very little colour to his skin at all. This, of course, means that cuts, scrapes and bruises stand out by a mile, and it is much harder to hide a blush or the heat of anger rising into his cheek.

|| Height & Weight ||
Gray stands at an incredibly height of 6'7", towering over the tallest of the Furress by an entire foot (at the very least). Additionally, he weighs around 6st, meaning that he is rather underweight for a man of his height. Regardless, he prefers it this way, as he favour speed and agility over brute strength.

|| Body Build ||
As mentioned before, Gray is a slender man. He is incredibly tall, however unreasonably slim. This overall body build allows him to move quicker through the forest trees and his light weight means that he can tread almost silently; both are ideal for hunting effectively. Wherever muscle can be found on his body, it is usually toned.

|| Distinct Markings ||
Naturally, Gray is covered in light scars, cuts and bruises from occasional scuffs with forest animals. Mainly, he suffers splinters in his hands or he scuffs his knees on the tree barks, or a twig will stab into his usually bare feet. He has nothing tattooed in ink for he thinks it a hideous thing to do to his own body. Other than that, he has no other markings.

|| Other Features ||
Gray is a natural-born Furress, and as such he has the common traits of the ears of his species protruding from the top of his head and sticking out from his hair (matching his hair colour), a set of sharp claw-like fingernails on both hands (black in colour) and a long, bushy tail poking from just above his rear (also matching his hair colour).

|| Accessories & Piercings ||
He wears an eye patch on his left eye, elbow-high fingerless gloves that are ripped in odd places and a belt with chain wrapped around it and long, black knives hanging from scabbards on each hip.

|| Clothing Style ||
TBA.
(As shown on photos).




[img]--[/img] || Current Place of Residence ||
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Gray lives in a home structure similar to an incredibly large tree-house, with large rooms for each member of the Royal family and bridges running from one room to the other. Lights hang off of the walls, giving the structure a warm, friendly glow.

|| Bedroom Quarters ||
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Gray's bedroom is the second highest room in the entire structure, just below his father's bedroom (to be inherited when he takes his place). It is a fairly basic room, as he does not require many luxuries to be happy, and sleeps on a sofa that also acts as a pull-out bed. It is regular-sized, and acts as both a bedroom, a living room and a kitchen.

|| Pets & Companions ||
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|| Weaponry ||
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|| Friends & Family ||
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|| Story ||
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So begins...

Gray's Story

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Layla had been flying around above the forest, searching for her friend Gray, when the sky started to open up. She didn't know anything about portals or dimensions and Skaiya didn't have the technology to create such a machine. 'What the...' Layla was confused. The usual blue of the sky swirled into shades of black, the wind picked up and interfered with Layla's leverage. But then something fell from the hole, or rather, someone.

The hole sealed up an instant after Layla noticed the human (whom she thought was a Furress at first) falling from the sky, plummeting to their death below. On instinct Layla tilted her wings forward and went into a nosedive for the person. She didn't notice Gray watching from his tree home, nor did she stop to think about what she was doing. Layla didn't have enough time to slow her speed and she slammed full-on into the person, catching them but losing her altitude and crashing into the top of a tree.

Layla was stuck in the branches, and luckily so was the person she'd saved. "Um...sorry about that...?" Layla couldn't see anything through the falling twigs and leaves from impact on the tree.

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#, as written by Fable
With an audible sigh, Gray rose from his bed like he did almost every morning at that exact time. A moment of hesitation came as he waited for his eyes to focus, before he slid from beneath his bed sheets and stood, bare-footed, on the unbelievably cold floor of his bedroom. A visible shudder raked up his spine. His eyes moved to the window, seeing that he'd left it open a crack and suddenly realised why it was so cold. Without any sense of hesitation, Gray darted to the window and pushed it back into its place, and as he did so he caught sight of Layla. A somewhat mischievous smile toyed with the corners of his lips as he moved away from the window to dress in his usual attire.

Every now and then, Gray would glance up at the window briefly to make sure Layla was still there as he dressed. Having wrapped the black cloth around his arms and a scarf around his neck, Gray moved to the slide-open doors which lead to a balcony of sorts, and stepped out into the brisk morning air. He inhaled rather deeply, allowing the air to then release slowly from his nostrils, and he was about to raise his arm and call out for her when he caught sight of something a little more curious.

A hole. Gray focused on nothing else for what seemed like the longest time, watching the portal expand and grow in the sky. If he hadn't been so worried about his friend, he might've taken the time to smile. He watched something drop from that very same hole and it was only when this creature had begun his fall that Gray realised he was another being, not unlike his own. As Layla dived for it, Gray leapt over the bannister of his balcony and, as soon as his bare feet touched the forest ground, he broke into a sprint in the direction of his friend, moving with an unspeakable speed and natural-born agility.

He reached them in no time, arriving just in time to see Layla caught in a tree. He ran up the length, using his momentum to carry him to something he could grab onto, then climbed the rest of the way up. "Layla," he said, not sure whether it was out of concern or a simple greeting. He reached over and untangled the twigs and branches from her wings, allowing her to be free. Then his eyes fell to the human and it was only now that he was considerably closer that he could appreciate how odd this creature truly was. He had no ears and no tail, so he wasn't a Furress, he had no wings to be an Angelus and he certainly didn't appear very fish-like.

Gray, without a slight hint of embarrassment, poking the humans face and arms, pulling lightly at his hair and sniffed him, as if he was examining the creature with an unspoken curiosity. He then turned to Layla and whispered, "What is it supposed to be, d'you reckon?"

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Oliver

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Screaming. That was all that Oliver could think to do, scream. What had turned into a simple walk home, suddenly turned into plumiting to his death. How could this happen? It made no sense whatsoever. This had to be a dream. Yeah, that was it, a dream! Perhaps it was cause by his overall stress from college? Maybe he ate something strange last night at that new restuarant? It could even be sleep parallysis. He hoped it was his last thought, then this horrible nightmare would be over and he'd be snapped out of it in a few seconds.

However, that was not the case. Instead of snapping out of this 'dream', his back was snapped by a sudden force.

In his field of vision, he saw blurs of white, black, and blue. Then, he saw green. Along with that, a sharp pain stabbed and scraped at Oliver's clothing. He let out a loud screech, then ended up hanging by a branch from his waist. Oliver tried to take control of his breath, for he was now hypervenilating. "Oh... please... e-end this...!" He whispered out in a hoarse voice, almost lost from his hysterical sreaming. He stared down at his feet to distract him from this world, until he felt something poke at him. The redette did not make much of this, until he then felt his hair tugged.

He jerked his head up, only to see a shocking sight. In front of him was a type of animal hybrid, something that was only seen in books. Yet, here it was, right in front of him. Oliver could feel himself trembling, then he let out another panicked cry, pushing back and expecting to hit the ground. Which was quite stupid, for he was at the top of the tree, therefore only ended up landing hard on another branch.

That was it for the poor boy. He could not take it anymore, and ended up passing out. His body went limp, and his breath quiet. Now he really was asleep.

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Layla stared at the creature fr a moment. "...did we kill it?"

Hopping forward on the branches, Layla hovered above the sleeping kid. "Well it's breathing, so we didn't kill it!" She said. This was all so odd an exciting! How often does a weird creature fall out of the sky? Not very. "What do we do now? We don't know if we hurt it or something. It could be dying for all we know." Layla ran through her options, thinking as fast as possible. "Well we can't take it to my parents because I don't think I could carry him up on my own, so we should probably take it to yours. It looks more like a Furress than an Angelus or Meraidus...right?"

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Gray watched Layla as she spoke, keeping his expression as passive and nonchalant as he possibly could as he leaned over the branch to get a better look at the young male. And, almost suddenly, his eyes went hard and he whipped his head towards her, almost looking offended. "He looks nothing like my kind," he said, an edge to his voice. "For one thing, he's got no ears, nor a tail. He belongs to no species, no clan. Nothing that sets him out to be a Furress. If anything, he looks more like an Angelus with his wings cut off," he said. "Either way, my father is a reasonable man, as you know, and would accept this outsider if I were to vouch for him." His voice trailed off and his expression softened considerably as he moved from his branch to theirs, moving closer to Layla so that his whisper would be audible to her.

"We know nothing of this creature," he said, trying his best to keep the worry out of his voice. "Yes, this one does seem clumsy and harmless, but he could simply be the marking point that draws the others here and, without proper knowledge of their kind, how are we supposed to defend our land if they should want to share our forests?" he questioned, then paused to wonder briefly about whether or not he was even making sense. "For all we know, his kind could favour hostility over peace. He is clearly not from out land, and may not know of our ways. I'm telling you this, Layla, as your friend more than anything else but also as soon-to-be Leader of my people: I will not endanger those I love simply because of your soft heart." Gray's eyes found hers and he wanted nothing more than to keep his friend happy, but he had to be logical about this.

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Layla listened to Gray speak, and nodded slowly when he was done. She understood the issue. "Well, will you at least help me get it up to the castles? We can use those stairs, the broken ones, they still work." Layla hoped her parents would help. She'd always been a little bit scared of Gray's father so she was actually somewhat relieved they didn't have to go see him. "I could probably fly it up there but it seems heavy and I'm gonna need a witness or my mom'll think I'm crazy..." Layla hoped the creature would wake up soon so she wouldn't have to carry it the entire way home. It looked heavy.

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#, as written by Fable
A faint smile toyed with the corners of Gray's lips. He was simply just relieved that his friend understood his concerns, though he had no reason to believe she wouldn't in the first place. It was then that she asked a favour of him and he, in turn, nodded his head rather slowly, hesitating as a sudden fear washed over him. "To the castles?" he asked, scrambling for whatever was left of the faint smile that had slipped across his lips just moments ago. "As in, all the way up there?" he continued, pointing. He lowered his hand as quickly as he'd raised it, but figured that she knew what he meant. "As long as you're sure I won't suffocate die," he then said after a drawn-out silence, "'cause my father, although reasonable, has quite a temper. That and the fact that I quite like living, y'know."

Without saying much else, Gray simply grabbed the boys arms and slung his entire weight over onto his shoulders, then leapt down from the branch. "He's not nearly as heavy as I thought he would be," Gray remarked, though his eyes were glued to the broken stairs just beyond the trees. He looked to Layla, waiting for her to take the lead as she knew those lands better than he ever could. "Ladies first," he said with a smile.

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Layla smiled back at her friend and leaped off her branch, leading the way towards the hidden stairways. They'd been used for non-flying species years ago, but now they'd been abandoned and become covered with plant growth, more or less uninviting to most. "Well, you won't suffocate at that height, since there's oxygen in the castles for some weird reason. There shouldn't be but there is. I guess it's convenient~" Layla stared up at the winding staircase. The steps were broken in places, and branches had grown through them in some places, but they were still usable...sort of. "...they weren't this broken last I checked...oh well~" She started hopping up the steps carefully. Along the way, she'd make sure the steps were stable before Gray walked so that she'd know if they were going to fall apart or not. She wasn't the one who'd fall to death of they did.