GRAVESTONE.

SON OF GOTHEL 30 || VK || EVIL ❝ Here's to the O N E S who 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, foolish as they may s e e m . ❞

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

“i’m a banshee. predicting the otherwise unpredictable is in our dna.” of course that referred strictly to death, but it had sounded good in her head so she’d gone with it. more than once such a choice had saved her on the isle growing up. her gaze lifted slightly, still not quite meeting his. there was a small appreciation in his nickname favoring her shifter side, not that he could ever know that. or maybe he could? clearly she wasn’t so fond of the wailing he’d just witnessed. “i don’t want to hurt anyone.” likely not a surprise. “i-i won’t hurt anyone.” god, she hoped she sounded brave despite the way her body shook.

“ there’s a lot engraved in our dna. means little if we don’t utilize our natural talents. ” graves of course had no idea who’s blood he had running through his veins. of course he knew gothel was not his real mother but it made no difference to him. family was family. possibly the only remotely kind sentiment the man ever believed in. “ hm, i’m sure you won’t, little bat. at least, i’m not going to ask you to. what i want is for you to work for me, i call in a favor when your particular abilities are needed and in return you have my protection to come and go from the isle as you please. ” there was definitely an or else left unspoken if she denied his offer but he was holding off on direct threats since she seemed like a smart enough girl to figure out the gravity of the situation.

[buriiedsoul]

wickedcxre​:

Whenever she’d been bored at home, eavesdropping about the isle had been Gwen’s favorite past time. Not only did the exercise provide her with useful information that she might be able to use at present or a later date, but it also was a test of stealth and focus. Of course it was also a dangerous undertaking given the population all around her. There was always something shady going on, always some scheme or plot that usually lead back to some major player. It had always intrigued her though, and to a degree enlightened her on how to improve her own schemes and tactics. Unfortunately, tonight she was proven that she was out of practice, being caught all too early in the process. Stepping out from the shadows, the dark brunette met the others stare head on. “As it is I am fairly confident in my running abilities, but what would be the fun in that? I’d much rather face you head on.” 

The daughter of Gaston and a member of Uma’s crew. Neither was a connection to be taken lightly. Gaston himself had exceptional strength but his mulish brain did nothing to intimidate a man like Graves. It had more to do with the reputations of her brothers and while he had no dire fears of pirates, their numbers often made them more trouble than they were worth as enemies. Overall, he decided to sooth his anger before speaking. “ Well, boys ? Who’s hand would you prefer to be felled by ? Mine ? Or hers ?? ” The minions looked between their options, a little confused by his wording but it took only a second for them to decide they would much rather challenge the daughter of Gaston. They faced her with pointed daggers aimed at her figure. Idiots.

Before they could take a step towards her, Graves withdrew two hidden daggers of his own and threw them swiftly into their exposed backs. “Been too long,” he remarked as he moved to the lifeless bodies on the ground, withdrawing the daggers and wiping away the blood on the shirt belonging to one of the corpses.

[buriiedsoul]

thornchildren​:

          AT THE END OF THE SONG, LEFOU went around collecting tips from the audience. Some put in money, others didn’t. He eventually got around to Graves. “A penny for the performer?” LeFou asked, holding out the dish.

      Graves was not above petty whims and so he made an obvious show of reaching into his pocket, pulling out a single penny and dropping it in. The other had asked for a penny and so he would receive one. “ Seems Ursula’s standards have fallen since I was last here, ” he remarked snidely.

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@buriiedsoul​ liked for a lyric starter ! 

“When’s it coming? Can’t recall Oh mirror mirror on the wall” Sex and bitter cynicism Laughing, watch it start to fall Picture perfect pandering Pathetic, made you miserable Though I shouldn’t care I couldn’t wait to finally see them all in hell (I’ll drag them as we crawl)

          THE VIOLIN WAS PERHAPS THE PERFECT accompaniment to her pained lyrics, as she performed on the stage inside of Ursula’s tavern for the crowd. She expects heckling, as there always is, but she keeps carrying on her performance, music shrill yet beautiful.

[buriiedsoul]

     The day had been relatively boring for the oldest Gothel child so he found himself ending it as Ursula’s tavern. She let him do his under the table aspect of business on her property so long as he let her in on any useful information that might slip out in his presence.  However, he was already done with his work for the day as he munched on a few salty fish sticks and listened to the singer of the night. Seeing LeFou on stage, he shook his head at the performance, it was moderately good but he had no fondness for the villain thanks to Mother Gothel that had a distinct disdain for them.

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

“no you won’t.” again, it wasn’t a question. fae knew the reputation this man carried, just as she knew the value having a banshee around could have to those who weren’t in fear of such a being. graves didn’t exactly strike her as the fearful sort. “i’m what i call a batshee. half bat shifter, half banshee, and i inherited full abilities on both sides,” she admitted, knowing it the safest option for an answer he’d likely end up getting out of her anyways. sometimes knowing when you’d lost was the key to surviving. “i can’t control the wail. i’m just an alarm system for impending death. who can also turn into a bat, which also isn’t all that useful.”

“ if you know of my reputation then you know that i’m not a predictable man. ” whether or not those words were meant to be reassuring, he would never tell. he listened as closely as he could with his ears still ringing, eyes narrowing a bit as she tried to downplay her abilities. a shifter and a painful toll bell for death, he could think of many uses for both of her talents. the beauty of a creative mind. “i beg to differ, little bat. how about we make a deal, hm? nothing crazy, i promise.” he wanted her to willingly hear him out. fear was a powerful tool, one he loved to use, but he decided a gentler hand might be more beneficial when it came to this girl.

[buriiedsoul]

destructivexxbabe​:

— “ooh i’m so scared.” Dahlia said as she made her presence known. “No need to send your little lackeys at me though as much fun as it would be, last thing I feel like doing is breaking a sweat.” She said as she approached them. She knew of Graves and of his reputation on the Isle and while with it scared some, she found it quite intriguing. “Quite a leash you have on them, reminds me a bit of my dad. Seems like you’re not having good day.” She said.

     If sarcasm was all it took to get under his skin, Graves would have died a fool’s death long ago. “If I send them after you I might as well slit their throats now,” he remarked in turn, chuckling at the pure fear in his men’s eyes. Caught in between Graves and the daughter of Chernabog, not a comforting place to be. “My day is rather exciting, I would say. And full of high compliments already.” Even in a modest tone, being compared to a being of pure evil was very complimentary to a man like Graves.

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

she’d never been in the same place as one she’d wailed for, never had to look death’s claim in the eyes. the ache in her chest was a match for that of her head and the clawed up feel of her throat. fae’s gaze landed on the would be victim, knowing there was little chance he’d survive to see sunrise now, even if graves. chose not to claim the life himself. as rare as a banshee was, their cry being false was that much rarer. “the sealing of his fate,” she croaked out softly, one hand gently rubbing at her neck in an attempt to soothe her sore throat. there was no point in hiding who she had screamed for. he deserved to know he was at his end. “i’ve answered your question, please just let me get my things and go home.”

if her words were true and the man’s fate was already sealed then graves had no use for either man. “ leave, ” he ordered to both men coldly, no sympathy for the one she had cried out for. knowing his death was near would be a worse torture than anything graves could do to him in that alleyway. “ i have more questions, girl. ” his voice remained steady despite the pain in his ears and he noted that her abilities did not come without a price either. “ tell me what you are and i will allow you to be on your way. ” he had an inkling but her confirmation was needed, assumptions only made fools of humans, after all.

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

her eyes kept low, not enough that she could be labeled rude for refusing to look at him, but enough that it could be seen as being out a fear inspired respect. life on the isle had been helpful in pinpointing that exact balance. tricks had to be learned if one as gentle as her had ever had any chance of surviving. the former prison. she nodded as he spoke to her, relaxing ever so slightly at the idea that this whole ordeal was over. a feeling that was short lived as him arm slipped around her and a new nightmare came to life at his question. “you’re going to kill him,” she whispered, the words not a question but a fact. if there was a topic she knew better than bats, it was death. there was an unspoken apology in her eyes as she looked between the two of them, a tear rolling down her cheek. “i’m so sorry.” and then, without much more warning, the banshee wailed.

it was a bit boring to know everyone involved knew exactly what the game was already but it delighted him to know how his reputation preceded him. his greatest asset on an island of mad men was that everyone knew he was not a man to pull his punches. the apology, he had assumed was for whomever she was about to point at but the wailing scream corrected that assumption quickly. he stepped away from her, covering his ears as did the other men as they all groaned in pain. “ what in hade’s hell was that ?! ”  he shouted, ears still ringing after the ear splitting noise settled and he knew something was wrong with his hearing. everything sounded muffled even after removing his hands.

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

another sharp squeak escaped the girl, reflexes pulling her back a step while still not daring to run. running only ever enticed predators, something about the love of the chase. there was only minimal relief as the potential attack was waved off, though her heart refused to calm as she knew she wasn’t quite in the clear yet. ‘not one of remarkable lineage either.’ the statement rang through her head, a sign that he didn’t know who she was. not that he could be blamed. fae had spent a long time on the isle keeping her parentage, specifically her mother, a secret. the banshee was powerful but rare, and her daughter had inherited every one of her gifts. “heard? heard what? i didn’t hear a thing.” a lie, which he’d know as it wasn’t told well. but believability hadn’t been the point. no, the point had been to show that she had no intentions of remembering this incident nor repeating it to anyone else.

if not a backbone, she at least had brains. it was surprising to find such a girl had survived years on the isle but there were many who managed to scrape by so long as they kept their heads bowed and had a handful of luck. seems she had more of the latter since graves was not in an especially tortuous mood. “ good girl, keep those wits about you, ” he teased with a cruel grin. his minions were astonished by his behavior but they knew well enough not to question him, graves was not a predictable man.  “ actually, perhaps you could help me make a decision. now, i know you didn’t hear anything but i will tell you, i’m having trouble picking out a liar. ”  an arm fell around her shoulders as he moved so they were both facing the waiting men. “ why don’t you tell me who you think it is. be honest, who looks more -- deceitful to you, hm ? ” now both men looked respectfully terrified as they realized the cruel game graves was playing.

[buriiedsoul]

shiftheir​:

the move to auradon had been an easy choice for her family. as much as they’d managed to find a sort of comfort in the isle over the years, auradon offered them the medical aid her father had needed to truly heal as best he could. physical therapy had even gotten him to a point where he could once again fly without issue. sadly not everything they owned had made it to their new home, a rush to freedom leaving them forgetful. hence her presence in that very alleyway, her timing the absolute worst. a small squeak escaped at being caught, the gothel’s reputation forcing her into the light. she knew it was best to obey this particular individual. “i used to live through here,” she mumured, pointing through to the other end of the alley, explaining before even asked. “i just need to pick up a few things we forgot.”

nothing but a child. a smart one judging by the fear in her eyes, she must know of his reputation which was no surprise to him. one of the minions move forward in her direction preemptively “ i’ll get her for ya, gothel. ” graves scoffed, shaking his head at the buffoon.

“ she’s merely a child. not one of remarkable lineage either. ” he waved the minions off, shoving past the one that had dared to presume what he could want before he stopped in front of the girl. “ a forgetful family then i suppose you have no trouble forgetting anything you might have just heard, hm? ” he looked at her pointedly, towering over her small figure. this was not mercy he was showing, make no mistake. he just knew that if he killed every little weakling that happened to be at the wrong place, wrong time, he would start attracting more attention than he needed from those damned auradon guards. they had already given him a bracelet that restricted his birthright just because they heard about a few bloody crimes he committed in the past.

[buriiedsoul]

       “ --- okay, enough. ” Graves commanded the squabbling minions he was keeping around for the time being. The trio was located in an alleyway of the Isle, having to have this impromptu meeting because one of these guys had screwed up an important job. Of course, neither was willing to take the blame. “ If neither of you wretches has any modicum of bravery, I’ll just have to slit both y--- ” He cut off his little tired when he noticed eyes peeking at them from the edge of the alleyway. “ I suggest you come forward unless you’re fairly confident in your running abilities,” he warned, making both men prime to run after whoever had been spying on them. If the minions wanted to keep their lives, it looked like they had a lot of motivation to capture the unfortunate soul should they choose to run.

[buriiedsoul]

► — now announcing their royal highness, [ DANIEL SHARMAN ]  ! oh , wait .  that’s just [ GRAVES GOTHEL ] , the [ BAD ] child of [ MOTHER GOTHEL ] they are currently a/an [ 30 ] year old [ JACK OF TRADES ] of [ THE ISLE ] , but were originally from [ THE ISLE ] . people say  they remind them of [ THE SHARP STING OF A BLADE, PALE LIGHT OF THE MOON, & THE FANGS OF A PREDATOR ] & that they are [ + RESOURCEFUL , + CREATIVE ] but also [ - MANIPULATIVE , - SELF SERVING ]. welcome ,  to the beginning of the new united world .

tw; mentions of murder

HISTORY.

graves is the adopted stolen son of mother gothel. truthfully, she stole him from a powerful witch, hoping to have used his magic for herself but then she was banished to the isle. selfish as she is, she took him with her figuring she would find a way to make him useful regardless of the barrier’s effect on magic.

in his early years, he was an odd child, hardly cried or made a fuss. gothel assumed she had found the perfect servant boy at the very least but as he learned quickly to walk and talk, she realized she had made a grave mistake.

he unsettled even her just by the aura he carried and it always made her wonder if it was the magic in his blood rebelling against being locked away. either way, she realized that he would grow into a man to be reckoned with so she decided to change her approach.

she doted on him, openly favoring him among his siblings. as his cruel and manipulative tendencies started to develop, she was always careful to never earn the ire of the child she raised, but rather directed it at anyone that she disliked.

as soon as he began to attend school on the isle, he easily recruited many to do his bidding but never actually kept minions around, he preferred to do all the dirty work himself. he only used people as tools and everyone knew that it didn’t matter if you would only be thrown away, it was always better than being on his bad side.

the one time another vk actually challenged his authority, he killed them in the middle of the school’s hall way with no hesitation. he was merely ten years old at the time and the vk had been a couple years older, trying to intimidate him with status. afterwards, nobody every questioned him again and nobody dared to try to take revenge on him or his family.

unfortunately, after that first taste of blood, he started to grow hungry for it and gained himself a crimson stained reputation that even the villains of the isle began to respect. many looked to gothel, wondering how she had managed to raise such an exceptionally villainous child without realizing that behind her motherly smile lied fear of her own child.

overall, he was a natural born villain and he thoroughly enjoyed the lawless life of the isle.

PRESENT.

since his reputation has given him freedom to do mostly anything he wants on the isle, he took full advantage of it. however, knowing that not every member of his family could do the same, he takes on odd jobs for anyone brave enough to approach him for a price.

the easiest money he makes is selling information but the jobs he enjoy most involve lots of blood and torture. the isle only had so many occupants so he kept his itch for murder in check over the years.

the barrier closing permanently and then reopening after five years was nothing more than boring news to him.

that was until mother gothel reminded him that he now had magic to play with and do whatever he pleased with. it didn’t take him long to begin experimenting with his abilities but when somebody let his reputation slip to those in auradon, he’s been required to wear a bracelet whenever he’s off the isle. ( he definitely plans to kill whoever ratted him out )

for the most part, he prefers to live and stay on the isle but when it suits him he’ll wander into auradon when it’s necessary.

he also fully intends to back the villains when they inevitably take over auradon.

MISC.

the one thing mother gothel managed to instill in him was the importance of family which includes his siblings regardless of how they get along personally. do not mess with anyone in his family (blood or not) he will do unspeakable things to protect them.

also, even tho they didn’t have access to magic, she still made him study any grimoire she could get her hands on from a young age, it was the only time she was willing to force anything onto him but thankfully he enjoyed his studies for the most part.

his mother was a powerful necromancer ( but the pregnancy made her weak enough for gothel to gain the upper hand over he r) so his magic comes from a very dark source.

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS.

his siblings ! ( v much imagine him as the kind of older bro klaus from the originals was in early seasons )

the rat aka the vk that ratted him out ( on purpose or accident ), they are most likely terrified he’ll find out.

enemies, even if they don’t often act against him, he’s made plenty with all the things he’s done to people

allies, he may not very much care to makes friends but he’s smart enough to know he needs at least one or two people he can trust outside his family

past flings, he’s pansexual and does very much have physical needs but do not expect compassion or romance from him in any sense of the word

that’s all i can think of for now but graves is open for anything so pls hmu if you’d like to plot !