#tghmine

character introduction |  the graveyard heir  — atlas griffin

( name.) atlas naut griffin

( status. ) main character / protagonist

( ethnicity. ) south korean / egyptian 

( age. ) 21

( personality. )  intj-t 

( excerpt. )

Thrust up against the ragged bark of a skeletonized elm tree, Atlas cowered away from the sterling blade pressed against the center of his neck. He gulped back the vile sickness that wished to erupt from his throat, staring into the russet brown eyes of his attacker. A woman, he noticed, just barely recognizable beyond the splattered indigo pigment that surrounded her eye sockets. She stood motionless, no breath leaving her lips, completely prepared to end his life with no hesitation.

“It looks like you’ve seen a ghost! Poor boy, might as well let ‘em go, Bea.” A charming, joyous voice spoke up from behind the mindless assassin, the lanky frame of an ashen-blonde boy walking into Atlas’ line of sight.

In what appeared to be retaliation to the good-natured command, the razor-edge of the two-foot long sword dug deeper into the flesh stretched over Atlas’ Adam’s apple. A trickle of what could only be bright crimson liquid dripped down and soaked his gray cotton shirt, an uncomfortable moist stain left in its wake.

 “What’s the matta’ with you? Bea, she-she’s harmless really.” The amused stranger struggled to get his words out in between the harsh stifling of bell-like laughter.

Exhausted, lost, and incredulous, Atlas choked out, “I just fell through a metal door and she's already pointing a sword at my throat like I'm goddamn Hitler invading Czechoslovakia!”

I testify if I die in my sleep Then know that my life was just a killer dream. . .

— stay frosty royal milk tea, fall out boy