[ GREYSON CARTWRIGHT. 35. MALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ ON & OFF 10 YEARS ] and are originally from [ SANTA CRUZ, CA. ]. They are a [ EX NAVY SEAL MMA FIGHTER /SECURITY ] and in their downtime love [ WORKING OUT ] and [ RUNNING FROM HIS PROBLEMS ]. They look a lot like [ CAM GIGANDET ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ]. (ooc: AY, 30, she/her, aest)
hi friends. i bring you this trash nugget. little king trash mouth, the trash king of santa cruz, dumpsterfire master. I’m still fleshing him out but there are some details below;
please be aware of triggers such as military mention, death, murder, fighting, violence, violence, violence, prison mention, and violence.
born september 22nd, 1985 in Santa Cruz, CA to a young, well off family.
his father was in the military so it was expected of him to follow suit, even from a young age.
he had always been a rough child, never really one to understand the emotions of others but he grew out of that (somewhat) as he aged. it’s still easy for him to switch his emotions off when he needs to.
His father ended up basically creating a second life for himself, so after a long battle with the courts, greyson’s mother wasn’t left with much aside from her son.
Part of the agreement for Greyson’s mother getting full custody was that he’d attend military school as soon as he was old enough, which he did, propelling him into his career as a Navy SEAL. he worked extremely hard and managed to get placed into DEVGRU, even with his anger outbursts occasionally.
during this time at home, Greyson never really attempted to reach out to others, or never really attempted any sort of relationship as he knew he’s be shipped off again at short notice. as such he developed a string of women in different countries around the world, but never really formed anything serious with any of them.
He spent a lot of his life living in DC where he had to be stationed, but split his time between there and silver lake where he moved his mother to be closer to her only friends. he provided for her as he knew the cartwright side of the family wouldn’t be helping. Say what you will about the man, but he’d do anything for his mum.
Greyson got into MMA during his down time, mainly to keep him out of trouble but it turned out to do the opposite, joining underground fights and using any excuse he could to cause any sort of trouble while out. this fed into his work life, with him and several members of his squad taking on mercenary jobs and accepting bribes to complete tasks that were found less than favourable. this continued for years, until it resulted in the death of his squadron commander and a formal inquiry was held.
at the age of thirty-two, after spending a hell of a long time stood down from active duty, greyson was dishonourably discharged from the military, cut off from his fathers side of the family, and ended up living back on his mothers couch with his now retired military working dog, Kujo.
he took the odd job here and there, anything to really get some money coming in before taking the easy way out became the best way he could do things, getting involved in underground fights again, taking money to sort anyone out, and working for several gangs and crime families.
MMA was his legitimate form of income, and he was good at it. he’d compete when he could and he was becoming pretty well known on the Californian circuit until his anger got the better of him.
after getting arrested several times for the odd thing here and there, greyson was convicted with felony assault and spent two years behind bars.
he’s moved to silver lake to be close to his mother. he’s living in a small house on Redcliffe street where he’s currently looking for a roommate, however they have to be okay with Greyson’s dog being favoured over them.
greyson recently had another short stint in the lock up, finally getting let out for good behaviour.
connections:
legitimately anyone from his past! Whether they were a SEAL, involved in the fights he used to participate in, or any of the women he’s picked up along the way.
childhood friend / BFF — @bazhowlett
misfit friends — people he probably does everything he’s not supposed to while on parole with.
Roommate— must be okay with a large Belgian Malinois.
Workout friends — self explanatory.
the usual, FWB, exes possibly, and anything else you can think of.
Cal: No the fuck I do not. My earphones are more expensive than your car. Dream on.
Cal: Probably because I have no faith in you as a writer at all. Spot on.
Cal: Think of better names. And for the record, I'd look incredibly hot in platform leather thigh-highs. I've got amazing thighs, they'd only be accentuated by the leather.
Cal: And my ass would slap like that.
Grey: ... no.
Grey: hey... you've seen your truck? let's not judge.
“What’a a Vulturine guineafowl?” Sloane asked, her brows knitting together as she searched her mind for an answer. Unfortunately, poultry wasn’t her strong suit. “Isn’t that something from Star Trek?” She shrugged. “Are you going to do shots with me or not? I’m bored.”
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“star tre— no. it’s like an actual bird, native to eastern africa and shit. “ did star trek even have birds? “google it. they’re majestic as fuck. like a peacock, just not as basic.” he hummed before he leaned over the bar (getting sick of waiting and/or being ignored by the bartender) and helped himself to a bottle of water. “ you’re cute, but not worth me breaking my probation over, so uh— guess those two little shots there are all for you.”
where: los globos
when: phes birthday party, sometime after midnight
“No, you’ve got to try this, it’s the shit.” She says, shoving a red coloured TheDova cherry daiquiri cocktail in front of the other, already buzzed off of the several she’s already drunk. “They should make this a permanent edition to the drinks list.”
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he looked to the glass that had already be pushed towards him once before that evening before he shook his head ( just like he had the first time ) and pushed it back towards the woman. “ As much as I’d love to partake in a beverage that literally looks like something Kesha vomited up in 2010, I’m very close to never having to plan a date with my parole officer again so— I’m gonna give that a hard pass.”
Sloane rarely went out just for the sheer pleasure of it, but tonight was a party and after being invited, it’d be rude not to indulge in the fun. She didn’t necessarily know the birthday girl, but she’d found some company at the bar. After downing another shot, slightly tipsy, she turned to her drinking partner. “Woo! Lets go again!” She said, excitedly. “Unless you’re too chicken.”
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grey sent his eyes over the other, slight furrow across his brow at the woman called him the most basic of poultry. all he’d done was push his way to the front of the bar and now he seemed to be getting picked on? “ if you are going to call me any sort of poultry, you need to call me by my correct spirit fowl; the Vulturine guineafowl. I take offense to anything else.”
