#grim.

Too vast are the chapters of Grim’s immortal life; Memories blur into nothingness until finally fading from existence, now remaining solely on frayed yellow papers in a collection of journals written in an old forgotten language. The pages speak of a young farmer boy from an insignificant village, and teachings of parents long gone.

While every memory has grown cold, one passage brings out a recollection of rage and devastation; His death, and consequential rebirth as the creature he’s curse to live as. He describes an attack, fire and smoke and screams in the distance while metal clashes with wood. He knows his children were screaming when he placed them on a horse and sent it away. The words elude him, but he remembers tears in the cold, reflecting the surrounding inferno like stray stars.

Defeat was the only outcome, he knew this. In death, he would spend an eternity in Valhalla while waiting on his children to join him. It was a death he had accepted, and the pain of the spear thrust into his chest still echoes like a reminder of that day.

Upon the cold ground, griping the spear lodged in his chest, Grim awaited death with eyes trained on the clear skies. Smoke still lingered in the air as the houses burnt to ashes. It was then that a figure approached. He remembers bright eyes, brighter than the stars. It had called him perfect. He remembers the fangs, and the pain.

Robbed from his death, he spent the next years in a rage. Years passed, and death never came to him, no matter the battles he joined, the beasts he taunted. As a desperate attempt at finding death, he tracked down his maker and brutally ended its life.

After that, every year grew more cold. He watched over his children as they founded their own families until those died as well. He saw the end of his kind, his beliefs, and the old way of life. He saw death and destruction, greed driving man to commit heinous acts. He saw war and famine, the rise and fall of nations and kings. Come five hundred, he felt nothing. Every emotion was but an echo, and the straws to reach those feelings were too far gone.

Around those times were the first recorded appearances of him on American soil. Veiled history leave him out of the discoveries on his request, but they credit him as the one who guided settlers to the concentration of Veil energies, this settlement eventually becoming Voit City.

As the eldest creature to live near the city, they have requested Grim to become a local leader for centuries, if not longer. It wasn’t until recently that he was forced to accept, as the mayor of Voit City gave him no choice. Now he reluctantly works as a consultant on matters of vampires, the Veil, and offers insight to the VBI more often than not.

On the Agent:

Grim has worked with the Agent's supervisors, but never directly with them. He doesn't exactly care for them in any way, shape, or form, but still act cordially if forced into interactions with them. It's nothing to take personally, Grim has forgotten how social interactions work after all.

Connections:

BEAU

Although not friends, the two have something of an affectionate rivalry. Grim was a big part of young Beau's training as well, if only to teach the kid how to fight someone endlessly more powerful. Now they mostly agonize over media portrayal of their respective species, but no more than that.

MOIRA

The two make an odd pair, but there are few people who understand death as well as Moira does. It gives Grim someone to talk to, even if those discussions consist of mostly silence. She is also the only one who can see the aura of death that envelops Grim, and is drawn to that morbid energy by nature.

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