Post by Anagram on May 10, 2016 0:13:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Greer Kasteya
Nickname(s): Grimalkin (Nova only), Angel of Dis
Age: Impossibly old - appears around his mid to late 30s
Height: 6’3’’
Weight: ~140 lbs
Gender: Cis Male
Race: Hellion Biowitch (Tier 2)
Alliance: Cyclebreakers - Neutral Good
Home: Dis Capital City, or else a mansion in a ruined town
Franchise: TTU (original)
Physical Description
At a first glance, Greer would appear to be almost a physical opposite of his counterpart. His hair is long and light, bearing a steady gradient of near white to a soft blond at tips that end at the small of his back. In texture, it’s wavy to the point of a gentle curl and soft to the touch. Nowadays, he tends to wear it down but it’s not rare to see him wrestle it up into a ponytail or less commonly - a bun. The volume of his hair provides an interesting contrast to his build as it lacks the same volume but not the gentle slope. Greer is slender and for lack of a better word - long. He more or less looks like a normal man that has been stretched using the scale feature in Photoshop. But resident beanpole is not all he is . There is a gentle, subtle curve from his chest to hips and another around his wrists and ankles.
His face is not exempt from the Photoshop rule, and as such is also elongated again with that gentle curve showing up in the form of the slope from his ear to a chin that appears pretty sharp. There are several notable things about Greer’s face, but one of the most profound is his nose, manifesting in the form of a long, sharp, downward slope ending in a subtle point. If it were much bigger, it would almost be bird-like. Along this nose, his cheeks, and the rest of his body his skin is littered with freckles. So many that one might think he spent his entire life out in the sun.
Below his curved, somewhat thick but self shaped eyebrows sit his eyes. Like the rest of him, they are not quite thin but slender and bare a striking resemblance to that of a cats. Even going as far as to have the very same pupils sitting in pale, sunlight yellow eyes with a ring of vibrancy that could be described as… well… quite shocking.
All of this wraps up into a package that doesn’t have… poor posture, per se. Just strange posture. When Greer moves, it almost seems unstable and he bends in ways that probably shouldn’t be possible for anyone - let alone the likes of a fragile looking man like Greer. This reflect in his posture - bouncy and positive with a chin held high but in a way that would look wrong is not for his overwhelming, sunshine-like charm.
Like Nova, Greer tends to stick with the same kinds of clothes. Among his usual attire is a white button up rolled up at at the sleeves and ridiculously low cut paired with tan or black skinny jeans and either knee high boots of some kind or dark shoes in suede. In the past, he’d been awfully attached to this old gold vest and at times it will make an appearance to round out his daily wardrobe. However, if it’s indie hipster… you’d expect to see him wearing it.
Weapons and Accessories
Well, he still has Thethis. Thethis belonged to his mother a very long time ago, and was passed into his care by an ally in a time of need. It’s his sole weapon, functioning as both utility and defense when necessary. References of Thethis as well as him wielding it are attached.
Abilities/Powers
The first perk Greer ever acquired was the creation and mastery of electric energy. For a long time, it had been referred to as lightning and while this isn’t inaccurate it doesn’t properly encompass nor define the perk’s nature as it isn’t just a nature bound perk - it’s industrial as well. Whether it’s manipulated through a digital space or something as natural and silly as putting a static charge to someone’s pair of socks, Greer handles it with grace and a force to be reckoned with. While he can create beautiful shows filled with electrical arcs, charge a battery, or even do something as silly as the aforementioned sock prank, the unique threat this poses can’t be ignored. Accidental electrification has been a theme in his past. Now, however, it seems to be under control either by him or on his bad days a pair of black, wrist length gloves.
Among his secondary and tertiary perks is manic sound. Since he was but a wee lad, Greer has had an affinity for The Musical Arts ™. His first instrumental love was Beezus, his now old and beat up ukulele that very rarely ever leaves his side. From there, it only escalated to writing music, mastering any chord or instrument he could get his hands on thus integrating it into his daily life. After a while of making his life an essential performance, a perk developed and… the things he can do with his voice now… they really should not be possible. This doesn’t just encompass his talent for song but manipulation of his vocal cords to emit sounds otherwise impossible for a humanoid to make, mimic people and animals perfectly, amplify his voice without use of any aid, and integrate this into battle - including a move he likes to call the “sonic boom”. And, if you’re lucky, you may even bear witness to the music his entire being plays just for Nova.
But Greer’s prowess in his perks couldn’t always save him. The majority of deaths Greer has experienced all have to do with one thing - sacrifice. Eras ago, Greer and that time’s Max went up against a force named the Leviathan that even together they were not completely prepared to face. As things rapidly went downhill for the both of them - most notably with the loss of one of Max’s arms - Greer, mind clear in that moment, saw that at this rate neither of them would leave that place alive. On nothing more than a hopeful bet, Greer threw himself into the fray headfirst ensuring that Max would escape alive and that he… would not.
The shock of Greer’s latest expiration rattled the fourth wall itself, and lest he suffer still more than he ever rightfully deserved, the narrative itself took action. After a narrow revival by the Max of the era, wings gradually grew from his shoulders. A narrative’s promise that never again would he be tormented for no reason. Greer is now protected by destiny itself - the kind of protection that can never be revoked.
As a result, he has the ability to fly using said wings and their accompanying tail feathers as well as retract them. However, he is often seen with them out. He is rather proud of them, after all. Oo! He fly. Feathers? So soft.
Weaknesses
As a biowitch, Greer has a massive manic well with the ability to refill that well rapidly. His recharge time is nearly unprecedented, but this makes for a unique problem. If he’s pushed to completely deplete his stores before anything can recharge - he will most certainly die. With or without a manic transfusion.
His next huge weakness is his heart - both in the metaphorical and physical sense. See, witches’ hearts are literal things. They can summon them forth in active form: their essences, condensed into a heart-shaped organ with a direct link to their absolute being. For a witch to reveal their heart is to make themselves absolutely vulnerable - touching a heart with good intent brings an overwhelmingly positive reaction, and similarly, a heart can be an instant killswitch.
Of course, the heart may be literal, but it is a metaphor. Witches are extremely emotional beings. They give, forgive, and fall in love with immense ease. Greer is no exception, in fact, he’s exceptionally prone to a witch’s kindness and tenderness. But these traits can be manipulated or abused with sickening ease.
Skills
Greer will often describe himself as an amatuer gardener, but the “amateur” bit comes from his modesty. He’s no master, but there’s talent in what he does - anything from raising saplings to procuring herbs. From rearing flowers that last, smiling up at the sun until the very moment they can’t any longer to knowing the ins and outs of different types of poisons, how to avoid them, and what to use to cure them. He even holds little conversations with them to help them grow. That, and he can put together a mean bouquet.
Another among his many hobbies is baking. Whenever someone needs a confectionary of whatever sort - cookies, brownies, cakes - they’ve almost always come to Greer. Not only are his treats sublime, but you can very rarely escape his mom-like attitude when it comes to eating. Much like grandma, Greer will randomly drop off food and, more often than not, sweets just to make sure you’re eating and you’ll rarely be able to resist. Nearly everything he makes is absolutely delicious and when asked, he’ll tell you his secret ingredient is love…(it’s really just a sprinkle of cinnamon).
Music isn’t just a perk of his - it’s a passion. Despite his ever challenging dyslexia that makes any kind of academic venture for him a trial, Greer’s a practical musical genius. Much of his time is spent writing, composing, recording, or otherwise doing something musical. This, usually, is done with his good old pal Beezus, resident ukulele. Greer has had Beezus since he was a kid and somehow has maintained her beautiful, walnut face this whole time. With the addition of some stickers.
All in all, a lot of Greer’s skills are domestic whether they base in the kitchen, garden, or any other household task you could think of. Basically, he’s a housewife complete with Mom Jeans ™.
Personality
No one can deny that Greer is a little paranoid and generally has a hard time believing things. Especially things about himself. And, at times, his kindness gets him in heaps of trouble. Not to mention, the poor guy is prone to jumping to conclusions a lot because of that paranoia. CAN be kind of an asshole as a defense mechanism. But just about everything else about him is downright incredible. It’s best said by Max:
“Okay. Greer is immediately the sweetest fucking thing, unless he’s feeling mischievous, and as much trouble as this has gotten him into, it’s also gotten him well-deserved respect and admiration. In a sense, Greer is hope and love personified, both visually and as a person: In canon, when he loses those things is when his character arc plunges into the depths of tragic OOC. Regaining the ability to love and to hope was an arduous process, but it was worth it.
His determination isn’t immediately visible, but he has the guts as well as the love to push the envelope sometimes just a little too far - especially when that’s exactly where the envelope needs to be. At its heart, this trait is because he’ll do anything for the people he cares about, even going as far as sacrificing everything he has for their sakes without a moment of hesitation or regret. He lets himself be vulnerable for his loved ones’ sakes.”
History
The Greer you see now… he wasn’t always an angel.
Growing up without a father in 1860’s Oregon proved rough for him. At a very young age, Greer had to grow up fast and far to become the man of the house in his fathers’ absence and to support both himself and his poor tempered mother. Their relationship was tumultuous throughout his youth and beyond. Evelyn was an extremely religious woman and one with a deep hatred for the witch his father was and for the witch he inevitably was to become. She took this out on him in the harshest of ways - even going as far as to blame him for the absence of his father.
Despite this, Greer went to work at a young age to support himself and the mother he couldn’t help but care for in all of her hubris and revulsion. Child labor laws, something yet to be discovered, never prevented him from getting any poor, hand scalding job he could even at the fragile, impressionable age of seven. It continued like this for quite some time…
Until his father showed up once again.
Now, his father was never a particularly bad man, but he was bound to powers outside his control. As a result, he was unable to be a figure in his life. There’s no real way to tell how he ended back in the household for that short period of time but the consequence of this, at least to dear Greer, was worth all the trouble.
His baby sister.
The first time Greer held Nessa Rose was the first time he really understood what angels were… and what love was. While his mother had other ideas about the infant, Greer was more devoted to caring for this freckled little bundle of joy than anything in his life thus far. She made every hour spent working worth it. Every encounter with his mother worth it. Every drop of sweat and blood and every tear worth it. She was his world and just like that… he was happy. Even as dreams of faraway, free, and sun soaked spaces returned to his mind.
Now, what you must understand is Greer is a pretty good judge of character-when he’s in his right mind. This has been proved many times. But perhaps he wasn’t as in love with Terren, a man he met at the age of eighteen working a stable, as he believed he was. The combination of never feeling that love as a child and the sheer stress of his very life led him to believe it, such that even Terren seemed like a shining beacon. That whole mess is what led Greer to run away with Terren - not real love. It was among the biggest mistakes of his entire life.
Especially when it came to abandoning his sister.
Years passed living with his lover of the time, Terren, who Greer soon learned was not the man he thought him to be. Instead of a knight in shining armor, Terren was a beast of the possessive and cantankerous type who favored force and fists over words and wisdom. Needless to say, Greer’s life with Terren wasn’t the fairytale that Nessa had always predicted it be and it was tragically without her in it…
Until, once again, all changed with the arrival of Nessa Rose. Older now and lacking the childish glow, hope, and love of all the world before her. Instead, she was dead eyed, sardonic, and cynical, all at the side of a woman much like her. A companion and apparent caretaker named Femi. Seeing her again grown and changed was a shock but also a relief for Greer. Knowing that at least somehow, someway she was safe was more than he could’ve asked for after what he’d done - let alone seeing her face again. Even as forlorn as it was.
Together the four of them lived in a dance somewhere between resentment and support. It was a difficult way to live with the inevitable tension between Greer and Nessa, sateing Terren, and keeping Femi from opening a can of “whoop-ass” on anyone that crossed her OR Nessa. In some way, they were one little dysfunctional family until the time came for it to, inevitably, break up. Just not in the way any of them really expected… the discovery of Terren’s infidelity.
It was only after Greer started to fall into Terren’s trap once again that something came to a head.
Or rather, a heart. Ripped from Terren’s chest by one dear Nessa Rose.
This heartbreak and the fear accumulated from it brought Greer to make the second biggest mistake he would ever make - joining the infamous Church of Light. A cheesy cover up name for an organization that hunted down and sapped the magical potential from witches just like him. Something that later, will be explained in depth.
For nearly a century, Greer lived as a servant, generator, and bounty hunter for the Church. Becoming less and less like himself and more like a flesh puppet on serrated strings. He was cold, heartless, and sarcastic as all get out without his tender, loving nature to everything the world had to offer let alone someone’s feelings or their property. He wasn’t a killer, but something so much worse. A turncoat.
That place gutted him.
And then, while up to his normal no-good one day, his most recent crime a rather explosive attack on a cheerful downtown cafe, a miracle occurred. One framed in the funniest, least miraculous way one could conceptualize. It all starts with a getaway car.
Well, sort of.
The first time Greer met his Max was breaking into his unsuspecting, idling car and telling him to drive. Obviously, like any actual, real, sensible person Max wasn’t into this. In fact, he was having precisely NONE of it. An argument ensued and to put it simply little baby boy Greer didn’t get what he wanted and proceeded to throw the world's most ridiculous fit by getting out of Max’s car, running across the street, and…
Getting hit by the same cop car that was looking for him.
Majestic, I know. But this would lead to a series of actually very fortunate events, all triggered by one very well timed, devious smile disappearing into an ambulance while a very horrified Max Castillo looked on.
As for what happened… well, ask Nova.
Other
Greer and Max have, from timelines long since past, maintained what is known in a culture of my creation as a delavida bond. The term means second love, and its origins are a proverb: The second lover of a second lover surely forms the surest of duets. There is some truth to the delavida mythos: One’s second serious relationship comes with much more wisdom - a fact especially foundational to Clovithish, for reasons best not disclosed here. But Greer and Max are truly special. Twice, no, three, four times, they fell for each other without provocation - the bond led them together, and they gladly died for each other each time. Era, second, third, fourth attempt, series eight, series nine, that makes seven Greers plus countless offshoots who dared to love Max even in their darkest hours - and who willingly died for him, over and over, without hesitation.
Picture(s)
(Unless otherwise stated, Lith drew these.)
Formal Reference
Bust that’s actually by Clover
Thethis
Nickname(s): Grimalkin (Nova only), Angel of Dis
Age: Impossibly old - appears around his mid to late 30s
Height: 6’3’’
Weight: ~140 lbs
Gender: Cis Male
Race: Hellion Biowitch (Tier 2)
Alliance: Cyclebreakers - Neutral Good
Home: Dis Capital City, or else a mansion in a ruined town
Franchise: TTU (original)
Physical Description
At a first glance, Greer would appear to be almost a physical opposite of his counterpart. His hair is long and light, bearing a steady gradient of near white to a soft blond at tips that end at the small of his back. In texture, it’s wavy to the point of a gentle curl and soft to the touch. Nowadays, he tends to wear it down but it’s not rare to see him wrestle it up into a ponytail or less commonly - a bun. The volume of his hair provides an interesting contrast to his build as it lacks the same volume but not the gentle slope. Greer is slender and for lack of a better word - long. He more or less looks like a normal man that has been stretched using the scale feature in Photoshop. But resident beanpole is not all he is . There is a gentle, subtle curve from his chest to hips and another around his wrists and ankles.
His face is not exempt from the Photoshop rule, and as such is also elongated again with that gentle curve showing up in the form of the slope from his ear to a chin that appears pretty sharp. There are several notable things about Greer’s face, but one of the most profound is his nose, manifesting in the form of a long, sharp, downward slope ending in a subtle point. If it were much bigger, it would almost be bird-like. Along this nose, his cheeks, and the rest of his body his skin is littered with freckles. So many that one might think he spent his entire life out in the sun.
Below his curved, somewhat thick but self shaped eyebrows sit his eyes. Like the rest of him, they are not quite thin but slender and bare a striking resemblance to that of a cats. Even going as far as to have the very same pupils sitting in pale, sunlight yellow eyes with a ring of vibrancy that could be described as… well… quite shocking.
All of this wraps up into a package that doesn’t have… poor posture, per se. Just strange posture. When Greer moves, it almost seems unstable and he bends in ways that probably shouldn’t be possible for anyone - let alone the likes of a fragile looking man like Greer. This reflect in his posture - bouncy and positive with a chin held high but in a way that would look wrong is not for his overwhelming, sunshine-like charm.
Like Nova, Greer tends to stick with the same kinds of clothes. Among his usual attire is a white button up rolled up at at the sleeves and ridiculously low cut paired with tan or black skinny jeans and either knee high boots of some kind or dark shoes in suede. In the past, he’d been awfully attached to this old gold vest and at times it will make an appearance to round out his daily wardrobe. However, if it’s indie hipster… you’d expect to see him wearing it.
Weapons and Accessories
Well, he still has Thethis. Thethis belonged to his mother a very long time ago, and was passed into his care by an ally in a time of need. It’s his sole weapon, functioning as both utility and defense when necessary. References of Thethis as well as him wielding it are attached.
Abilities/Powers
The first perk Greer ever acquired was the creation and mastery of electric energy. For a long time, it had been referred to as lightning and while this isn’t inaccurate it doesn’t properly encompass nor define the perk’s nature as it isn’t just a nature bound perk - it’s industrial as well. Whether it’s manipulated through a digital space or something as natural and silly as putting a static charge to someone’s pair of socks, Greer handles it with grace and a force to be reckoned with. While he can create beautiful shows filled with electrical arcs, charge a battery, or even do something as silly as the aforementioned sock prank, the unique threat this poses can’t be ignored. Accidental electrification has been a theme in his past. Now, however, it seems to be under control either by him or on his bad days a pair of black, wrist length gloves.
Among his secondary and tertiary perks is manic sound. Since he was but a wee lad, Greer has had an affinity for The Musical Arts ™. His first instrumental love was Beezus, his now old and beat up ukulele that very rarely ever leaves his side. From there, it only escalated to writing music, mastering any chord or instrument he could get his hands on thus integrating it into his daily life. After a while of making his life an essential performance, a perk developed and… the things he can do with his voice now… they really should not be possible. This doesn’t just encompass his talent for song but manipulation of his vocal cords to emit sounds otherwise impossible for a humanoid to make, mimic people and animals perfectly, amplify his voice without use of any aid, and integrate this into battle - including a move he likes to call the “sonic boom”. And, if you’re lucky, you may even bear witness to the music his entire being plays just for Nova.
But Greer’s prowess in his perks couldn’t always save him. The majority of deaths Greer has experienced all have to do with one thing - sacrifice. Eras ago, Greer and that time’s Max went up against a force named the Leviathan that even together they were not completely prepared to face. As things rapidly went downhill for the both of them - most notably with the loss of one of Max’s arms - Greer, mind clear in that moment, saw that at this rate neither of them would leave that place alive. On nothing more than a hopeful bet, Greer threw himself into the fray headfirst ensuring that Max would escape alive and that he… would not.
The shock of Greer’s latest expiration rattled the fourth wall itself, and lest he suffer still more than he ever rightfully deserved, the narrative itself took action. After a narrow revival by the Max of the era, wings gradually grew from his shoulders. A narrative’s promise that never again would he be tormented for no reason. Greer is now protected by destiny itself - the kind of protection that can never be revoked.
As a result, he has the ability to fly using said wings and their accompanying tail feathers as well as retract them. However, he is often seen with them out. He is rather proud of them, after all. Oo! He fly. Feathers? So soft.
Weaknesses
As a biowitch, Greer has a massive manic well with the ability to refill that well rapidly. His recharge time is nearly unprecedented, but this makes for a unique problem. If he’s pushed to completely deplete his stores before anything can recharge - he will most certainly die. With or without a manic transfusion.
His next huge weakness is his heart - both in the metaphorical and physical sense. See, witches’ hearts are literal things. They can summon them forth in active form: their essences, condensed into a heart-shaped organ with a direct link to their absolute being. For a witch to reveal their heart is to make themselves absolutely vulnerable - touching a heart with good intent brings an overwhelmingly positive reaction, and similarly, a heart can be an instant killswitch.
Of course, the heart may be literal, but it is a metaphor. Witches are extremely emotional beings. They give, forgive, and fall in love with immense ease. Greer is no exception, in fact, he’s exceptionally prone to a witch’s kindness and tenderness. But these traits can be manipulated or abused with sickening ease.
Skills
Greer will often describe himself as an amatuer gardener, but the “amateur” bit comes from his modesty. He’s no master, but there’s talent in what he does - anything from raising saplings to procuring herbs. From rearing flowers that last, smiling up at the sun until the very moment they can’t any longer to knowing the ins and outs of different types of poisons, how to avoid them, and what to use to cure them. He even holds little conversations with them to help them grow. That, and he can put together a mean bouquet.
Another among his many hobbies is baking. Whenever someone needs a confectionary of whatever sort - cookies, brownies, cakes - they’ve almost always come to Greer. Not only are his treats sublime, but you can very rarely escape his mom-like attitude when it comes to eating. Much like grandma, Greer will randomly drop off food and, more often than not, sweets just to make sure you’re eating and you’ll rarely be able to resist. Nearly everything he makes is absolutely delicious and when asked, he’ll tell you his secret ingredient is love…(it’s really just a sprinkle of cinnamon).
Music isn’t just a perk of his - it’s a passion. Despite his ever challenging dyslexia that makes any kind of academic venture for him a trial, Greer’s a practical musical genius. Much of his time is spent writing, composing, recording, or otherwise doing something musical. This, usually, is done with his good old pal Beezus, resident ukulele. Greer has had Beezus since he was a kid and somehow has maintained her beautiful, walnut face this whole time. With the addition of some stickers.
All in all, a lot of Greer’s skills are domestic whether they base in the kitchen, garden, or any other household task you could think of. Basically, he’s a housewife complete with Mom Jeans ™.
Personality
No one can deny that Greer is a little paranoid and generally has a hard time believing things. Especially things about himself. And, at times, his kindness gets him in heaps of trouble. Not to mention, the poor guy is prone to jumping to conclusions a lot because of that paranoia. CAN be kind of an asshole as a defense mechanism. But just about everything else about him is downright incredible. It’s best said by Max:
“Okay. Greer is immediately the sweetest fucking thing, unless he’s feeling mischievous, and as much trouble as this has gotten him into, it’s also gotten him well-deserved respect and admiration. In a sense, Greer is hope and love personified, both visually and as a person: In canon, when he loses those things is when his character arc plunges into the depths of tragic OOC. Regaining the ability to love and to hope was an arduous process, but it was worth it.
His determination isn’t immediately visible, but he has the guts as well as the love to push the envelope sometimes just a little too far - especially when that’s exactly where the envelope needs to be. At its heart, this trait is because he’ll do anything for the people he cares about, even going as far as sacrificing everything he has for their sakes without a moment of hesitation or regret. He lets himself be vulnerable for his loved ones’ sakes.”
History
The Greer you see now… he wasn’t always an angel.
Growing up without a father in 1860’s Oregon proved rough for him. At a very young age, Greer had to grow up fast and far to become the man of the house in his fathers’ absence and to support both himself and his poor tempered mother. Their relationship was tumultuous throughout his youth and beyond. Evelyn was an extremely religious woman and one with a deep hatred for the witch his father was and for the witch he inevitably was to become. She took this out on him in the harshest of ways - even going as far as to blame him for the absence of his father.
Despite this, Greer went to work at a young age to support himself and the mother he couldn’t help but care for in all of her hubris and revulsion. Child labor laws, something yet to be discovered, never prevented him from getting any poor, hand scalding job he could even at the fragile, impressionable age of seven. It continued like this for quite some time…
Until his father showed up once again.
Now, his father was never a particularly bad man, but he was bound to powers outside his control. As a result, he was unable to be a figure in his life. There’s no real way to tell how he ended back in the household for that short period of time but the consequence of this, at least to dear Greer, was worth all the trouble.
His baby sister.
The first time Greer held Nessa Rose was the first time he really understood what angels were… and what love was. While his mother had other ideas about the infant, Greer was more devoted to caring for this freckled little bundle of joy than anything in his life thus far. She made every hour spent working worth it. Every encounter with his mother worth it. Every drop of sweat and blood and every tear worth it. She was his world and just like that… he was happy. Even as dreams of faraway, free, and sun soaked spaces returned to his mind.
Now, what you must understand is Greer is a pretty good judge of character-when he’s in his right mind. This has been proved many times. But perhaps he wasn’t as in love with Terren, a man he met at the age of eighteen working a stable, as he believed he was. The combination of never feeling that love as a child and the sheer stress of his very life led him to believe it, such that even Terren seemed like a shining beacon. That whole mess is what led Greer to run away with Terren - not real love. It was among the biggest mistakes of his entire life.
Especially when it came to abandoning his sister.
Years passed living with his lover of the time, Terren, who Greer soon learned was not the man he thought him to be. Instead of a knight in shining armor, Terren was a beast of the possessive and cantankerous type who favored force and fists over words and wisdom. Needless to say, Greer’s life with Terren wasn’t the fairytale that Nessa had always predicted it be and it was tragically without her in it…
Until, once again, all changed with the arrival of Nessa Rose. Older now and lacking the childish glow, hope, and love of all the world before her. Instead, she was dead eyed, sardonic, and cynical, all at the side of a woman much like her. A companion and apparent caretaker named Femi. Seeing her again grown and changed was a shock but also a relief for Greer. Knowing that at least somehow, someway she was safe was more than he could’ve asked for after what he’d done - let alone seeing her face again. Even as forlorn as it was.
Together the four of them lived in a dance somewhere between resentment and support. It was a difficult way to live with the inevitable tension between Greer and Nessa, sateing Terren, and keeping Femi from opening a can of “whoop-ass” on anyone that crossed her OR Nessa. In some way, they were one little dysfunctional family until the time came for it to, inevitably, break up. Just not in the way any of them really expected… the discovery of Terren’s infidelity.
It was only after Greer started to fall into Terren’s trap once again that something came to a head.
Or rather, a heart. Ripped from Terren’s chest by one dear Nessa Rose.
This heartbreak and the fear accumulated from it brought Greer to make the second biggest mistake he would ever make - joining the infamous Church of Light. A cheesy cover up name for an organization that hunted down and sapped the magical potential from witches just like him. Something that later, will be explained in depth.
For nearly a century, Greer lived as a servant, generator, and bounty hunter for the Church. Becoming less and less like himself and more like a flesh puppet on serrated strings. He was cold, heartless, and sarcastic as all get out without his tender, loving nature to everything the world had to offer let alone someone’s feelings or their property. He wasn’t a killer, but something so much worse. A turncoat.
That place gutted him.
And then, while up to his normal no-good one day, his most recent crime a rather explosive attack on a cheerful downtown cafe, a miracle occurred. One framed in the funniest, least miraculous way one could conceptualize. It all starts with a getaway car.
Well, sort of.
The first time Greer met his Max was breaking into his unsuspecting, idling car and telling him to drive. Obviously, like any actual, real, sensible person Max wasn’t into this. In fact, he was having precisely NONE of it. An argument ensued and to put it simply little baby boy Greer didn’t get what he wanted and proceeded to throw the world's most ridiculous fit by getting out of Max’s car, running across the street, and…
Getting hit by the same cop car that was looking for him.
Majestic, I know. But this would lead to a series of actually very fortunate events, all triggered by one very well timed, devious smile disappearing into an ambulance while a very horrified Max Castillo looked on.
As for what happened… well, ask Nova.
Other
Greer and Max have, from timelines long since past, maintained what is known in a culture of my creation as a delavida bond. The term means second love, and its origins are a proverb: The second lover of a second lover surely forms the surest of duets. There is some truth to the delavida mythos: One’s second serious relationship comes with much more wisdom - a fact especially foundational to Clovithish, for reasons best not disclosed here. But Greer and Max are truly special. Twice, no, three, four times, they fell for each other without provocation - the bond led them together, and they gladly died for each other each time. Era, second, third, fourth attempt, series eight, series nine, that makes seven Greers plus countless offshoots who dared to love Max even in their darkest hours - and who willingly died for him, over and over, without hesitation.
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(Unless otherwise stated, Lith drew these.)
Formal Reference
Bust that’s actually by Clover
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