GRANT DAHLE | AGE: 37 | SPECIES: Werefox | FC: JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT
⇨ GRANT DAHLE IS OPEN FOR AUDITIONS
Grant didn’t have an easy lifestyle, to say the least. Almost immediately after his birth, he was given up for adoption. He never knew why, if it was because they couldn’t afford him or if they didn’t want him, but a few weeks after he had been born, his parents gave him up. He always liked to hope that they would come back for him, that they’d realize how much they missed their little boy.
The stealing started when he was around seven. He never took anything big, just a couple dollars here and there, and it was almost never for himself. He was a friendly kid and he always felt like he should be able to do things for the kids he considered his friends. He didn’t really think about the repercussions, but for the most part he never really got caught. He had nimble fingers and a warped conscience.
When he was 13, he stole from another boy around his age. The boy looked like a punkass, but it was clear from the clothes he wore and the money in his wallet that he was well-off. He didn’t expect this gangly, mean looking kid to be the first one to catch him in the act, but that was exactly what happened. Then, with a grip much too strong, he grabbed Grant’s wrist and started to drag him in the direction he had been headed. Grant protested the entire way there, spewing a slew of words that probably didn’t make sense. He tried to explain that he was in the foster system and that he didn’t have much and that he was truly very sorry (that was half of a lie, at the time) for trying to steal from him but he’d never do it again. The boy took him to a large house.
It wasn’t a weird prison house like Grant thought, or foster kid jail, but instead it was the boy’s home. Grant found out that his name was Lyden, when his parents looked almost dumbfounded at the two boys in the room. Lyden declared, right then and there, that Grant clearly wasn’t being raised right and that they should adopt him. It took a bit more convincing and a lot of paperwork, but a little under a year later, Grant had a home.
He still stole, despite a family that could provide. It was a little bit of habit, but he still felt like he wanted to be able to contribute to the family. He would even sneak money into the hands of some of the kids at the foster home he had been at, if he saw them on the street. But when he was 16 years old, he got his first job at a cotton candy stand.
He had three more jobs before he went to college-- not because he got fired, but because he just couldn’t choose what he liked to do. He got a B.A. in English, but he continued to work different jobs. He spent a good portion of his time in school as a bartender, but eventually he got let go because he spent more time talking to the customers than actually working. After college, he started working for a gaming magazine, which seemed to be the perfect job for him. He spent all of his time playing different video games and writing extensive articles about them.
Though the story is a good one to tell, he almost passed up the chance to meet JAMES. It was destiny, or so he’d say. They were meant to be. But they were only together for a few months before James’ parents passed away. Grant hadn’t known them for long, but he was hurt from their death too. Nonetheless, he was there to comfort James and his sister, BLAKE.
He had been sprung right from the start, so it was no surprise to anyone (but James) when he proposed. And it was no surprise when James said yes. Their hardships only ever seemed to bring them closer. When James offered to turn Grant into a werefox, he agreed. Not because he wanted to have cool extra powers, or because he thought he had to. No, Grant accepted James’ offer because he wanted to feel that much closer to his husband.
It was James’ idea to start fostering, but Grant was one hundred percent on board. At first he had concerns, mostly involving finances, but with the extra money in savings and both of them working steady, consistent jobs, it was a no-brainer. They fell in love with each and every kid they took in, it wasn’t long until they started adopting them.
The virus took it’s toll on everyone, but Grant was always an optimist. He gathered up his family and started moving them in the direction towards the rest of their family. He intended to find Lyden, to find his adoptive parents, to find Blake. When they lost MACKENZIE, he was dead set on finding her, too. Even then, it didn’t really seem real until one of their boys got infected. He could see that his family was barely holding on and he could feel even himself slipping, but he tried to hold strong. He continued to lighten the mood, as best as he could, easing the children along as best as they could.
He never meant to lose James. He had turned his back for a minute- had wandered off to look at some trinkets in a store window- when the other man disappeared. He searched for hours, following his scent to the middle of the town, but it stopped there. It was like someone had masked it- like they were hoping that Grant would give up. He stayed in that town for another week, searching every inch of it. Then, he had a new goal. He was fueled by his desire to find his husband.
After that town, Grant found a nice protected base. It was a small relief, knowing that the children could be protected. And yet, that didn’t stop him from searching for James. He was running himself ragged trying to look for the love of his life, but he could never venture very far. It wasn’t until a nice older couple offered to keep an eye on his kids (though they were old enough to take care of themselves) that he managed to get far enough to actually search for James.
ALIMENTS: None
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Up to player
STATUS: Alive/Uninfected
