AAA I’m so glad someone sent me this… Grim my everything. My confidant… my best friend… my silly rabbit 😏 But for real, where do I even begin with him?
(Long post under the cut!)
He started off as a character I made specifically to be able to RP when I was at my lowest, mentally and energy-wise. He’s grown, as I have, and he changed me, honestly. For the better.
At his conception he was a gruff, depressed, duty-bound and anxious mess that saw himself as nothing but a burden on all he interacted with. He was also cishet (lol) and my first OC I ever really RP’ed out in the world in WoW rather than with a friend, so I didn’t really know what I was allowed to do, or how to interact with folks, so, neither did he. Autism runs deep, as usual.
His past is… more than troubled, in every way I could think up at the time. When I made him, I made him to suffer, as I had been in my mental health pit for years with no hope of getting out. And I wanted to be able to relate. So I gave him aggressive, pushy parents, a line of failures, and a desolate disposition. And yet, seemingly on his own, he developed this will. This desire to improve, to be better than he was the day before, and to help people. He wanted to be better. So, I did too.
He talks little of his past, save for those who he’s close to and have the courage to ask. His plethora of scars aren’t for show, so to speak. He recalls each one’s origin, the one crossing his eye coming to his memory only in flashes. Only in nightmares, buried in his memory.
As a teen he roamed Darkshore, a ghost of a person shrouded in grief and rage. He was found, eventually, by a special someone that allowed him to call her Maggie. She led him to Moonglade where, after months of much struggle in trying to communicate without being able to form words in his worgenistic mouth, began training there under one Katrena Elswith, a disgraced druidic teacher who was the only one who agreed to be his Shan’do.
All of this happened in backstory however, and much more happened beyond this too. He eventually completed his training and joined the effort in the Tanaan Jungle, intending to meet death there, but managing to find a small glimmer of purpose, instead.
Early on in his RP days, he was asked to join a guild as one of the officers (little did they know he was nineteen. His troubles aged him beyond what others thought), and at a guild function he met someone special: Alythae Wildsong.
Where would he even be without Aly? Their relationship progressed quickly, possibly quicker than he wanted, but it was real. She taught him that he could be loved. That he deserved love. He was more than what he could give others. And he taught her, too. An exchange, entirely coincidental at first, and then fully voluntary.
They went on adventures after adventures together. Some dangerous, some relaxed, some downright ridiculous. But they worked through them together, hands locked together in a bond as they discovered things about each other, and things about themselves that they did not know. Deception. And blood magic. Oh, the blood magic.
He nearly lost himself to it, during the Fourth War. The blight in Darkshore was destroying his body, despite his attempted protections, and he was nearly killed by it. A necessary evil, he thought. His fur gone, his skin blight-pocced, he delved into it. It felt… natural, for reasons he could not yet explain why.
And yet, it was consuming him.
Aly brought him back. Cleansed him enough for him to make a recovery. But he found the magic…innate, somehow. He learned why, eventually, but that’s not something he likes to share pretty much ever. Regardless, he and Aly finally got married in December after several long years of engagement, and now happily live together in Feralas! Along with their many animals, and Grim’s animal scouts, and of course their dog Pippin.
This has already gone on WAY longer than I intended but this feels just like the tip of the iceberg lol. I know this is cheesy but having Grim, knowing what he’s gone through and still he continues on… it gives me reason to be better, too. If he can go through all that and still be a good person, I can too. Without Aly he wouldn’t be half the character he is today, so thank you so much to @tyranduh you mean so much 2 me.
Here's a few more of my favorite pieces of him <3
Thank you so so much for the ask and for the opportunity to infodump on my favorite guy <3
(So, I haven’t been drawing as much as I used to. I felt the inspiration to draw Jackle, from @the-i-d-f-l-hq, Grim, and their child, Reaper. I’m quite happy with how it turned out ^^ I decided not to shade anything this time around.)
Pretty sure this has never been asked before. But. Grim,what's your LV and HP?
* ... y’know, it’s true, no one’s ever asked.
* my HP is... broken, you could say, and it’s been so since the incident with getting voided. it’s permanently stuck at 0.1 / 1.
* the only time it’s changed is when i’ve gotten too close to dying because i’ve spent too long in the Void, or if a Void creature causes me serious damage - it starts to glitch out and basically... trying to perceive it is like trying to understand gibberish. i can’t really explain it better than that.
* when i get hurt fighting, i still feel the pain, but it doesn’t actually affect my... life force, i guess you could say. with the exception of bein’ killed by a void creature or through spending too much time in the void itself, i basically... can’t die, anymore. so the pain can be crippling, even, but given enough time i’ll recover. it just can’t kill me.
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG.
the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting
In spite of the awkward start… It's nice to not have to keep the facade of the Green Bastard up. Just a curious man sharing a love of food. He'd shrugged out of his vest earlier, joining Roland in leaving shirt open - though tucked in, thanks to garters. He accepted the can with a grin.
What Sanson doesn't know won't come back to bite Grim in the ass, surely. As the former fixer drew out his tools, Grim chugged the coffee and drew out his knitting, settling in for a serious conversation.
"If I'd thought I was, I'd never have given you a copy of my journal. As you say, this is this, and that is that." He reassured Roland, the steady slide-and-click of his steel knitting needles giving a counterpoint to the rasp of the whetstone. It let Grim look at his hands, too, instead of staring unnervingly at the raven haired man.
He listened quietly, humming encouragingly when Roland trailed off. It was hard to hear because his heart broke for the librarian. What a truly awful situation. There were no empty words, though, as he pressed it all to memory. His expressions shifted through grief for Roland, to shared anger, until he looked back up, cold eyes meeting hardened ones.
"What a truly repulsive individual. I feel for your loss. That's a horrific way to lose someone you love, let alone..." He carefully put his knitting aside, shifting to lean against Roland's side, catching his hand and pressing the back of it against his cheek for a moment.
"Well, if we're clearing the air. I suppose I should share some of my own, hm?" He resumed knitting, giving his hands and eyes something else to focus on. "I don't know how much of the journal you've gotten into. But. Where I grew up, it was an ingrained superstition to hide one's true name, and... Well, I've used a lot of false names over the years. Grim Waite is one of those."
He glanced towards Roland but didn't look all the way up just yet. "Garth Benton, Roland Carroll, Fiachna, Gwyn..." Grim shook his head after a moment. "But, Guiomar Roberts, is the one someone who knew what they were doing could use against me."
"You, ah, you would've... found them in there, eventually."
If Grim seems distracted, the plants around him are probably having a conversation he can't tune out. Which, fair - turns out plants talk pretty loudly.
If you find Grim taking a dirt nap, it's best to leave him be; he's probably cranky or sad and needs some time to recharge. He's also probably not actually asleep.
Grim has cluttered speech - that is, he tends to use a lot of 'um,' 'uh,' whole-word stutters, and ... weirdly long pauses as he stalls out. I don't usually write this out because it can be very difficult to read. An example:
"Oh, oh, uh, yeah, it... it's... it's fine, don't wor-worry about it. 'M okay..."
He loves miniature anything. Doll and dollhouse related stuff is an especial favorite; he used to collect miniature tea sets.
Grim actually dislikes naps; if he wants a nap he feels absolutely awful and nothing else is working to make him feel better.
