CLOUD GRAYSON is 33 years old and lives in NORTH END. He is a MALE and works as a TATTOO ARTIST AT NEEDLE POINT. He has been in Lanford for 1 MONTH and is portrayed by BOYD HOLBROOK.
Born to those who knew of only lust in a bathroom stall and adrenaline through the outcome of addiction, Cloud never displayed any traits to show he was anything other than — as expected from his apparent role models — the devil’s prodigy. Even as a mere child, he appeared more snake-like than man, unable to compute the feelings of others, but yet devouring them nonetheless. Everything he mustered was often in extremes; a charisma to all madness which lured his prey forth into the clutches of his duplicitous palms. If you peeled back his flesh to reveal decayed bones, it could be assumed Cloud’s name was synonymous with trouble for the duration of his life.
When thrown into the arms of education, it appeared his feeble youth had only absorbed the prints of his handlers and in their wake his rebellious nature seeped forth. Peers often relished or scorned his antics whilst teachers grew perturbed; stuffing scrunched up detention slips into the depth of his pockets and dismissing him from the fracas he had executed moments prior. This repetitive cycle became ammo for the wrath of his father, mottling his once-porcelain flesh and penetrating the skin with odious words (how such poison often stunk of liquor just as the particular fabrics his parent was clad with). Although the years had clipped his sprouting wings and hardened his fragile adolescence, the boy possessed larger dreams (as any child would do) and thus fled within early teenage years; taking to the unpropitious streets and concealing all he experienced behind a figurative bolted door and amidst a mass of skeletons.
Cloud Grayson existed as much as the false names he professed; Dominic, Eli, Alex, the list was extensive and believable all the same. As he nurtured his dark side like a rotten fruit and caved at the prospect of affluence, he cheated and gambled and conned all that he could — being educated by the most devious of criminals who knew as much of him as he would permit. When they had molded him into their own reflections, they spat him to the curb to return with what was owed. With a debt weighted upon his broad shoulders and death the only penalty a villain knew, the teenager repaid his elders by the skilled art of persuasion; the naive so easily succumbing to his mastered silver tongue. As he once bloomed in bruises, he now bloomed in the shadows. Whilst his antics proceeded with success and evolved in ferocity, the dormant rectitude which occasionally seeped through minor cracks dissipated and he became as nefarious as his comrades.
❛❛ Everyone wants power, whether they’d admit it or not… ❜❜
Consumed by the arrogance which smothered him like blackened moss, his greatest act would occur when he stole all that he could from those alike; betraying his swindling partners, profiting all wealth they had mustered and absconding (once more) to Lanford. For Cloud, the apathy within him never did cancel the wickedness coursing throughout his toxic veins, but the cat does not think for the prey it catches. As all things terrible are normalities to him, Lanford is just another stepping stone holding prosperity in the bank accounts of all those he desires to ensnare.
This anonymous male, with a name as dishonest as the lies he expels, will not stop until he makes an empire of his ruin.
⬥ — Even though he’d hardly been in Lanford for long, he had begun to be known as the mysterious newcomer with “loose” tendencies, but he honestly doesn’t care much. There was a bit of a rush that came with casual sex, and somehow, he subconsciously believed that he was destined for this sort of behavior anyway. As with most men of his type, there’s a caveat: Cloud will always leave before he’s left. There’s no getting serious, no taking the next step for him. No matter the women, sweet or sour — he won’t give you much of his time, but most enjoy him while they have him. He’s an elusive one, after all.
⬦ — He has always been an insanely creative being, putting all of his emotions into art. It is the only time he allows himself to be somewhat open.
⬥ — His apartment is filled to the brim with books, old vinyl records, posters of underground bands, foreign films and odd trinkets he comes across in his little adventures.
[+] Creative / Adaptable / Intelligent
[-] Reckless / Destructive / Distant
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