hide the key cause im coming overBASICINFORMATIONBASICINFORMATION(FULL NAME)
- GRYFFIN CADDOCK AVALON
You're in for a bit of a treat here. See, Gryff has a long name. And you may think a long name is two middle names. Gryff has seven...
Gryffin Caddock Onllwyn Petran Sawel Ynyr Islwyn Maelon Avalon
You want the nameology?...Tough, I'm lazy(NICKNAMES)
Gryff mostly, but you can pick any name. So you get Cadd from Caddock
Lwyn from Onllwyn (double 'll's in Welsh are a bit odd. So it's pronounced On-hlch-wyn, soft 'ch')
Paddy from Petran (Pronounced Pedran by the way)
Saw or Sawl from Sawel (Prnounced Sayl-wel)
Can't do much with Ynyr (In-'ere)
Isil (said Issil) from Islwyn (Iss-lwyn)
Lonny from Maelon (Male-on)(GENDER)
Absolutely no idea(HOMETOWN)
First one in Ireland...somewhere
Second one Wales...somewhere else(AGE)
Eighteen(WHERE I STAND)
Sixth Year(SEXUAL ORIENTATION)
He's straight, I know, boring, but he is(CLIQUE)
Tom Sturridgemy mirrors are stained with portraits of your facePHYSICALAPPEARANCEPHYSICALAPPEARANC(HAIR)
He's quite pale really(ETHNICITY)
Caucasian - Welsh(HEIGHT)
Pertenant question(BODY TYPE)
He's more of the quietly athletic type(DISTINGUISHED FEATURES)
Not that he'll let you see.(PIERCINGS)
His parents would kill him(TATTOOS)
Again with the killing(PERSONAL STYLE)
Gryff’s not too picky when it’s honestly said. Personal style being his dress sense, he likes blue t-shirts and tends to wear them in any weather. That could be rain, snow, blistering sunshine…or just a grey sky. He likes blue t-shirts. If it’s cold, he wears a jacket, but he’s a hardy sort and only if its gale force winds and whirling snow storms. Not that many of those hit around Wales. Unless global warming really kicks it up a notch. Jeans are an amazing invention. They should be given a noble prize and an Olympic medal. They’re genius. Gryff lives in them. Everyone should.
On his feet? Whatever he can find. He doesn’t have a particular style for his feet. Or his socks. He doesn’t usually wear matched socks, it has to be said. Mostly because he never has any. You know, how socks get lost in the wash and reappear when you have no idea where the other one is. It’s like fate saying, ‘you don’t need matching socks’. So he never has any. Not that anyone notices, he wears jeans that go down his leg far enough for people not to notice. And…who looks as your feet, anyway? He can go for the very smart, sophisticated look, but only when he has to. And that’s the ‘son of a lord look which he thinks looks rather foolish. Especially the hats. But, he puts up with it when he has to, mostly because Ianto tells him he must.
He wears his hair in whatever style it comes. It could be smushed up in just-out-of-bed looks, or not. He doesn't really mind. He does have to brush it when he's going to the posh parties, but otherwise he doesn't brush it much. It's not long enough to go too disastrously wrong...probably. we'll end this tragedy todayHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORY(FATHER)
Ynyr Avalon, Fifty Nine, Lord of Anglesey(MOTHER)
Maretta Avalon, Fifty Two, Lady of Anglesey(SIBLINGS)
Jeez, do I have to go through them all?
Aerona, Sixteen, sister
Bregas, Twenty Six, sister
Elen, Twenty Two, sister
Bryn, Twenty Two, brother
Fercos, Nineteen, brother(OTHER NOTABLE FAMILY MEMBERS)
Gwendolyn Cooper, daughter of the Lord of Merioneth, Gryff's arranged marriage.(PETS)
Pooca, the cat
Mazmon, the dog
Tempn, the horse(HISTORY)
Gryffyn Caddock Sawel was born in the Northern county of Antrim, Ireland. Glenarm was Gryff’s first home. Except, he was put up for adoption almost immediately. Obviously he didn’t realise, he was never told this. He was adopted by a very wealthy Welsh noble family: Ynyr and Maretta Avalon. Ynyr and Maretta already had a four children named...well read above. The nearest one to Gryff was Bryn, a year older than he was. Ynyr and Maretta legally changed his name, keeping his last name for his middle name so he became Gryffyn Caddock Sawel Avalon, keeping in the lord title of ‘Avalon’. As far as he knew he had always been an Avalon and just had a different middle name. Except on his birth certificate and his passport it still said Gryffyn Caddock Sawel Avalon. It confused him slightly.
Ynyr and Marette had two houses, one in California and one in Anglesey. The Californian house was for holiday visits, but Sarah worked there for most of the year around. Amlwch became Bryn and Gryff’s home for the whole of the school term and so on and so forth. Bryn looked after Gryff like he was twelve years older than Gryff instead of just twelve months. They did absolutely everything together, and by everything, it meant everything. Gryff was moved up a year in school and they were always placed in the same classes as they were of the same ability and all that. Except, then someone happened.
Seriously, nothing happened until Gryff was eleven.
ELEVEN - THIRTEEN
take my hand and lead the way
Perfectly ordinary. Yes. Exactly. Gryff and Bryn had the beach to themselves, just them and the dogs, Quill and Xeno. The gruffy, scruffy cliff they were running on had a steep edge. It doesn't take a genius to know what happened after that. Bryn, trying to impress his younger copy, balancing on the edge, went for a freestyle dive over the edge....Splash.
Gryff went into a bit of a dark corner. He stayed doing...well, nothing as far as anyone else could see. But, he could see. He saw Ianto. Ianto was a tall, dark young man with bright green eyes and pure black hair. Quite like Gryffyn himself, just taller and leaner. Gryff tended to see him in a neat, yet casual, suit jacket and a pair of normal trouser, black shoes and neatly brushed hair. He had an upright, precise voice and a large presence. But, obviously, no-one else could see him. Just young Gryffyn.
FOURTEEN - SEVENTEEN
bring me up from darkness
Yes, it's a long way from fourteen to seventeen. But, that's the next chunk out of Gryff's life that needs to be noted.
Ianto was a help. Gryff kept his mentor a secret, keeping it to himself. Ianto talked in his mind, telling him everything he needed to know. He'd be utterly lost without Ianto. He spent hours would with Ianto on his own. Well...on his own without any humans. He usually went out with his newly bought stallion Tempn. He actually had two horses. Tempn and his Polo pony, Jake. Tempn was a large, handsome chestnut stallion with two white socks and a large white blaze down his head. He was kept in pristine condition by the Avalon stables, who also bred hunters and race horses. He was always ready moments after Gryffyn had called down to tell the stable lads to get him ready. And he rode out frequently with Mazmon, his boarder collie cross lab, and Tempn. Good conversations you can have with yourself, a horse and a sheepdog.
When Gryff was fifteen, he joined a gang. This is how it goes.
"This isn't a game, Avalon!" The rough voice shouted from the sloping roof. The scowling face of Barriq looked over the corrogated iron.
"What was I doing?" Gryffin yelled back, scratching the stray dog behind the ear. Ianto leaned up against the side, arms across over his chest.
"Ya weren't listening to me. We got a rumble in less than an hour!" Gryffin rolled his dark eyes and scrambled back up onto the roof where Siddig, Barriq, Coasting, Matty P and Frankies were all sitting or standing in a tight group.
"Right, bets are they're going to pick Brannagan." Coasting was saying, explaining the rules of the hand to hand.
"So our choice would be Siddig." All five of them looked up at the tall, lean figure of Edward Siddig, leaning against a chimney. He gave a simple nod. Coasting went back to the plan scraped into the old metal of the roof.
"Gryffin and Frankies, you stay on the right, me and Matty'll be on the left and Barriq just keep the Pythons off." There were general mutterings of agreement. This was not going to be a pretty fight, and the young sixteen year old Gryffin Avalon wasn't particually looking forward to it, but that was what being a Anglesey Fighter meant, taking the protection with the fighting. He sighed and slid off the roof with the others, ready to regroup at the river in a half hour, equiped for the rumble ahead. Ianto strolled along behind him, calm and silent as ever.
The streets of Holy I were dark and cold at half ten on a Friday Evening. The village didn't get a great deal of night life. Not since the Anglesey Fighters came aboard. Now no-one ventured out, for fear of meeting one of the youths that were just as likely to pull out a knife than let you pass. Gryffin ran a hand through his pale brown hair. He walked along the street, leading down to the river. Everywhere he could see closed doors, locked windows and new fitted security systems. He had his Jack Knife in his hand, which he was tossing from left to right, clinking gently. Someone dropped lightly from a rooftop behind him. Ianto, beside him as always, didn't even look to say it was Frank Fflamd who had dropped down behind them. Gryffin spun around, flipping the blade of the Jack Knife out with a click.
"It's only me." Frankies voice came as he started walking beside Gryffin.
"Told you so," Ianto replied impassively.
Gryffin straightened up and followed the tall, muscular figure. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Gryffin asked.
"Who d'you thinks gunna win this one, Franks?" He asked, continuing tossing his knife. Frankies seemed to consider this.
"Want my real oppinion? Brannagan." Frankies replied, not meeting eyes with Gryffin. Ianto sighed beside Gryff.
"Brannagan is stronger than Siddig, he has a better chance. But, Edward is lighter, a better fighter." Gryff nodded to himself, well, to Ianto, but to the outside world, he nodded to himself.
Black skies were all that Gryffin could see as he stood on the Bridge over the River Havaniss. The waters below were swerling with the underwater currants. There was nothing that could help you if you fell in there. You got caught in the currants and pulled under like your feet were made of lead. It would take a while for anything to come up again, sometimes weeks or years even. It was an optimal dumping ground. For anything really. Knives, weapons, guns...bodies. Gryffin leant on the bridge with Frankies beside him. The tall Welsh lad had a look of nostalgia about him. He wasn't saying anything, not that he ever did, and he was looking into the waters without seeing. Gryffin's own dark eyes followed the spinning path of a stick as it was thrown from one currant to the next. Ianto leaned against the stone bridge as well, looking up across at the dark horizen.
The time passed and quarter to eleven came. The soft footsteps of someone else approching caused Gryffin to turn, Jack Knife flipped out, the blade glinting in the street lamps. It was Coasting, leading Matty P and Barriq. Behind walked the tall, sedate figure of Eddie Siddig. His messed up hair was combed back slightly and he walked up beside the youngest member of the Avalon Fighters. Gryffin glanced up, since Siddig was a good few inches taller than Gryffin, to Siddig. He looked down levely, no expression visible on his ageless face. He could've been seventeen or thirty. In actual fact he was twenty two, but the point still stood. Ianto watched Siddig with mild aprehention, maybe even admiration. It was hard to tell on the handsome face beside Gryff.
"Look what the river washed up." Sneared a voice from behind Coasting. The leader turned towards the leader of the Pythons, the rival gang to the Anglesey Fighters. They came from Barrison up the A45 and could easily take a car down to the River Haveniss. The leader of the Pythons was a tall blonde named Bertie. He didn't look tough but he had a right hook that could take off a fence post. The Anglesey Fighters leaned against the bridges wooden wall, watching the dark figures behind Bertie.
"And a good evening to you too, Bertie." Coasting replied with a smile. Always the polite. Ianto rolled his eyes, leaning back against the back of the bridge.
"Skip the politisities." Bertie spat onto the ground by Coasting's expensive shoes. Coasting just stepped to one side slightly, ignoring it.
"Of course, your pick of a fighter." Bertie grinned and jerked his head towards a large man behind him: Paul Lewis Brannagan, The Pythons last hope. He was a huge man, spanning six foot four. He had fore arms the size of melons and biceps the size of pumpkins. Coasting stepped back and let Siddig straighten up from where he had been lounging on the bridge beside Gryffin. Gryffin and Frankies moved off to the right while Coasting and Matty P took up position oppersite them. Barriq joined a group of Pythons behind the two fighters. Siddig had shrugged off his jacket, ready for a fight.
Want to know the outcome? Naw, I'm too mean, imagine...
Just to say, Gryff ended up in the River with Ianto. They both survived, of course, and both lived to fight another day.
After this epic event, Gryffin was sent to see Gwendolyn:
Ynyr Avalon smoothed down his son's tie, adjusting the bow at the top.
"Remember, they are a high classed family, who we need to have many dealings with." Gryffin's father reminded him, stepping back.
"Ye, father, I know." Gryffin rolled his eyes as his rather moved back into the seat of their Rolls Royce. Ianto was looking out the window beside him.
"And you've got to marry her." He murmered calmly, crossing his ankles. A lot of leg room in a Royce.
The gate was opened and the Royce drove up, the driver stopping and opening the door for the Lord and his son. The house of the Coopers was huge. Massive, and ornate. Actually rather horrid. Gryffin followed Ianto out of the car, brushing down his suit trousers. Gwendolyn Cooper was a tall, thin figure in a long black dress and huge green eyes. Her fiery red hair fell down behind her back in a long braid, ending in an expensive clip.
"Yes, you must marry that." Ianto sighed, kicking at the gravel with a boot.
Of course, not for a few years yet, she was more of an impending doom. His school finished and instead he was sent to Bloomfield to finish his education before collage. Lucky old Gryffin....Along with his faithful Iantoour time to shine beyond the pavementPERSONALITYPERSONALITYPERSONALITY(LIKES)
Not being recognised
Blindingly obvious sarcasm
Large buckets of water, to throw on people
talking about himself
jericho - the television program
life in america
The heat in America
The fact there's very little polo and that Americans don't tend to understand Rugby
Oh and that Americans call football soccar. They sooo stole the name.
People giving him odd looks(HOBBIES)
Talking to Ianto
Essay writing, I know...what?!(FEARS)
Someone telling him Ianto isn't real
Holes in the ground
Oh, he's insane, not just run-of-the-mill-bonkers. But he's Schico.(DREAMS)
He doesn't dream...no seriously!(STRENGTHS)
Evading the subject
Making people laugh at him - It cheers people up.
Appearing to be the oddest person in the room...because he usually is.(WEAKNESSES)
Allowing people to lead him through things he already knows.
He hates, HATES to repeat himself.
Zoning in and out - He just does it without thinking.
Not commenting through films and television programs.
He has an imaginary friend called Ianto, who speaks in pros and like a book...confusing I know(PERSONALITY)
Gryffin has always been a rather detached soul. He was quiet as a child, being told to keep everything a secret. He did this by not talking at all. His parent’s stress did not help, he was very distant, never interacting with anyone unless he had to. He spent his time reading or trying to understand anything he could, from Trigonometry to the reason for omens. It took up a lot of his time. He was never social even within his family. He preferred to keep to himself, being quiet. Even before Bryn jumped the cliff dance he was quiet and extremely hardworking. His teachers were impressed with him, but he didn’t do it for them, he did it for himself. He had nothing else to do.
He is still quiet, but much less detached. He doesn’t try to ignore anyone that tries to talk to him, he involves himself in any conversation he can easily get into. He’s not very social outside of the people he already knows. He’s much more confident, and he will carry on a conversation that he started with him if he finds it particually interesting, but he won’t usually start one unless he has to. He can get very nervous about letting anyone get close. It took him a long time to tell anyone, actually, he’s never told anyone of Ianto He’s very insecure about his inner craziness, preferring to keep everyone at a distance. For himself, he’s very loyal to all those he considers good friends. Even he, who followed rules all his life, would break every rule if they were in trouble.
He’s very intelligent, if quietly so. He doesn’t sport it as something he is very proud of, but he does use it against others. He’s learnt the use of sarcasm through his years with his adopted siblings , but still doesn’t use it as much as some. He does laugh a lot, and can find the bright side in many things, but he doesn’t see the point a lot of the time. (AND...)
silence is a c.u.r.s.e