it was almost humorous just how much emotion influenced the gifts she possessed. for example, the flame currently brewing in the palm of delaney’s hand seemed to only increase in temperature with the irritation she felt hearing footsteps near the training room. “i don’t need a BABYSITTER, i’m not going to burn the place down.” her words DRY, unamused --- to say the least. though, upon finally shooting a glance over her own slender shoulder, it becomes clear to the fiery female that it wasn’t that same staff member that seemed to be on her case constantly the last week. “oh, it’s YOU.”
Griffin perched on the edge of the workout bench. The training had gone quiet, the last of the straggling trainees having left a while ago. It had been an easy training session just a simple HIIT workout with some strength training to keep everybody in top shape. He had finished off with a small workout of his own, now he was just regaining his breath. He was playing with the water bottle in his hands passing it back and forth between his hands. “He shoots,” he paused flipping the water bottle into the air with a flick of his wrist, “and he scores and the crowd goes wild!” he jumped up arms waving in the air. “And the crowd starts chanting... Griffin! Griffin! Griffin!” he turns doing his dorky victory dance, he stops in his tracks noticing somebody in the door, “Shit. I didn’t see you there...”
hi it’s jackie again, miss me?? okay so i had griffin’s bio all written out then my computer crashed and it didn’t get saved kms, anyways so i am a lot less prepared for griffin then ainsley so his factsheet and connections are currently in the works! also just an fyi this is a sideblog! hmu for plots with this goofball!! [tw: mentions of alcohol & drug abuse, overdose and death]
{ DANIEL SHARMAN } ?? – NO THAT’S JUST { GRIFFIN BRYNE }, THE { 26 } YEAR OLD { CISMALE } WHO WORKS AT THE INSTITUTE AS A { PERSONAL TRAINER }. { HE } FEELS { EXHILIRATED } TOWARDS THE EXPERIMENTS. THE { COMIC } CAN BE SEEN AS { ANIMATED & ZEALOUS }, BUT ON A BAD DAY THEY CAN BE { FOOLISH & OBNOXIOUS }. (( JACKIE, 20, CST, SHE/HER ))
so basically griffin is stiles from teen wolf mixed with a workout junkie. he’s just a big ole nerd with bad jokes who also loves to work out his little trainees and teach them about clean eating
tragic background ahead;
griffin grew up in a small one bed room apartment in brooklyn, ny with her single mom. his father walked on the two when griffin was only about 14 months old. being a momma’s boy at heart, griffin has never had any desire to seek out or contact his father. he left them barely scraping by with his mom’s one pay check. his mom is a nurse who mostly works hours everybody else can’t. because she wasn’t home often griffin learned how to be independent early on in life.
because of his early life he got in with the wrong crowd in high school, getting hooked on drugs, alcohol and partying. this caused tension with his mother and his motivation at school. it became hard for him to go more then a week without getting a fix. this lifestyle continued pass graduation (he just scrapped by) and into his adulthood. rather then attending college, griffin was living with a large group of his friends and working at a local corner market
during this time griffin was quite the casanova, while high or drunk he’d hook up with girls and boys leaving them before the sun was up the next day. the cycle went on and on until he met julia at a bar one night. the two quickly hit it off and she became his first serious girlfriend. she was one of the only people he ever found that could keep up with his lifestyle. the two quickly moved in together starting a regular life of partying, drugs and sometimes working.
3 years ago, griffin came one night to find julia unmoving on their shared bed. turns out she had overdosed. after finding her griffin made the decision then in there things had to change. he began attending NA and AA meetings.
working out was suggested as a way to help with the process. it quickly became a passion of griffin’s. he’d often spends hours everyday at the gym. he also took up clean eating in an attempt to help with the damage he had caused his body.
it was through one of the members he knew in AA that told him the facility was looking for personal trainers. he quickly jumped on the offer wanting to get away from him past. luckily he had been training in MMA and boxing a bit making him the perfect candidate. now that he is here he
basically he has a crazy wild past but is clean little baby now and has been working at the facility for the past 2.5 years so he knows a lot of the kids/people (some are older then him??) extremely well.
;now some headcanons;
griffin consistently preaches clean eating to his trainee’s because he’s EXTRA
he likes to tell really bad jokes and make stupid impressions always wanting to make those around him laugh, having gone through hard times himself he never wants anybody to feel like that
he stays away from alcohol or drugs of any kind not wanting to relapse, plus do you know how bad that is for your body???
because of losing his first love so tragically it is hard for griffin to let anybody in. he hasn’t been with anybody since her. (THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE WONT, GIVE ME THOSE CONNECTIONS!!! (:< )
he’s actually ecstatic about the possibility of the trainee seeing some real action knowing how powerful they are first hand, he believes in fully what the company is doing. he thinks it’s the only way to take down thanos for good.
he’s also quite clever and cunning despite not having powers himself he gets into the mind of his trainees and plans out various plans of attacks using their various powers (kinda like a football couch!!!)
KNUCKLES contacted the bag that was spinning due to the force, the leather heeding itself from the beaten hands. it wasn’t particularly early in the morning meaning that the probability of someone else training within the vicinity was more than likely. in that case, atlas preferred to keep his powers CONTAINED, resorting to physical, brute force that sprawled through his core into his shoulders. if atlas could avoid using his abilities when he’s seemingly pushed onto the field, HE WOULD. he knew that it wouldn’t leave the scientists grinning at the joyous idea but who’s to say they had to know?
“have you thought about what you’ll do when you get out?” the question wasn’t directed at anyone specifically within the vicinity, the brunette’s gaze still focused on the blue leather in front of him. “i spent two hours last night thinking about it -- i couldn’t catch the z’s and trust me, i counted to three hundred and two before giving up. in the first five minutes, i’d roll in grass. if there is grass. if there’s not, i’ll roll on concrete and pretend it’s grass. then i’d go eat desserts !! like LOTS of desserts. i feel like i’d genuinely enjoy a strawberry shortcake -- maybe. never tried it but i’d like to think i would. i haven’t decided yet when i’d eat the strawberry on top. probably sometime in the middle. or at the end. then i’d go around just dancing and jumping into any pond of water i could find? and spin on post lights. most definitely that, too. then i’d introduce myself to random strangers because who doesn’t need MORE friends?” one could HEAR the exhilaration and the tugging of his lips into a smile in atlas’ voice.
