The Basics:
Name: Grayson Kade Age: Thirty Species: Hunter Werewolf Location: Salem Occupation: Librarian Gender: Cismale (he/him) FC: Drew Starkey
Timeline:
tw: attempted suicide, weapons, gore, violence
· Grayson’s most prominent memory is within the walls of The Order. Training beside family from the early morning until night fell and he could no longer keep his eyes open. The first and only child, the pride and joy of the Grayson family as he was set to take on the role of Hunter, like his mother before him.
· He spent his formative years inhaling every book The Order had, taking notes in journal after journal to study at his leisure. The pride in his mother’s eye an incredible motivator to continue bettering himself.
· Like his mother, Grayson specialized himself in werewolves. Like his mother, Grayson has no interest in cures. A beast is a beast and the only true cure is death.
· When he graduated, he graciously accepted every job he was given and completed it quickly. Werewolves hunted down without mercy; zero hesitation with each pull of the trigger that sent a silver bullet into the heart of his prey. He slept every night comfortably, never a sliver of guilt over the lives he’d taken.
· At twenty-seven, Grayson considered himself a seasoned hunter and took great pride in all his accomplishments. So, when he was sent on a job with his mother as the head of the hunting party outside of Salem, the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on either of them, but they were confident in themselves and each other.
· What they faced was unlike anything Grayson had ever seen or heard of behind. Maybe they’d all gotten too comfortable, or maybe the wolf was something else, but Grayson can’t explain the violence it inflicted on his team. Shredded, devoured, mutilated, the hunting party could hardly be called remains with the way they were massacred so viciously.
· He and his mother stood back-to-back, eyes wide as they searched the surrounding area for their target. His foot slipped on the blood soaked grass and he didn’t have the chance to catch himself before searing pain ripped itself through his bicep and he found himself being dragged from the clearing that held his fellow hunter’s remains; his last sight that of his mother’s open and unseeing eyes, her head lying three feet from her body.
· Grayson can still smell the blood, hear the screams, relive the pain of that night. Only the wolf itself holds mystery, barely a flash of wild eyes in his memory as it turned his world upside down.
· When he awoke the next morning, he spent an hour making it back to where the hunting party laid in ruins. But he wasn’t a fool, he knew what fate awaited him. He found his mother’s gun, still loaded with her last silver bullet. Bending forward, he set the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
· The bullet jammed and Grayson had his sign. His blood was dirtied, but his mission wasn’t over. The wolf that had killed his family and cursed him would die by his hand.
· He spent the day digging into the bloody mud, ignoring the ripping of his finger nails and pain that spread through his body. He didn’t stop digging until the grave was big enough to hold the bodies of his fallen comrades.
· It pained him to leave them in an unmarked grave, but he hoped that when The Order found them it would be assumed he died alongside them. If not, they would come for him and he couldn’t let them kill him before his job was finished.
· He took his time making his way to Salem and has spent the last year and a half integrating himself into the town as best he could while also keeping a controlled distance. The last thing he needed was someone getting too close and asking too many questions.
· He’s certain that the beast who murdered his people is in this cursed town and knows it’s his last mission to take them out before he ‘cures’ the werewolf within him as well.
Good Traits: tenacious, perceptive, loyal
Bad Traits: vengeful, hostile, twitchy
