George Grant.
And heerreesss Georgie! The one and only. Winner of the Michael Grant 'Person I Most Hate Being Related To ' award for 17 consecutive years........
Name: George Grant Nickname: Georgie Code Name: None as of yet. Affiliation: Nasty (Michael's words) Trying for a job in A corps. Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: 13 March Hair: Blond Eyes: Grey Mother: Margaret Grant human ( made up) Father: Robert Grant human (made up)
Physical Description:
George is tall, around the six foot mark and while not as heavy as his elder brother still has that broad shouldered look going for him that would mark him as a jock if he was American and marks him as a ‘hard man’ in Glasgow.
His eyes can have humour in them though it is usually at someone else’s expense otherwise they are calculating, cruel or more often than not just plain self satisfied.
The best way to describe him would to say confident, maybe even abrasively so when he knows he can get away with it. Though he does respect real power, never to the stage of fawning though! After all if he doesn’t feel he’s worth something neither will the ones he’s trying to impress and that would be disastrous.
His voice is low tenor, heavy on the Scottish accent and does sarcasm very well. The more gentle emotions are less easily expressed, but then they get so much less practice.
George has a sense of style, which now he has money he will be able to exploit. Nothing flashy thoug.h He’ll ask for advice when he goes to buy his new wardrobe and come out with something a whole lot classier than he is at the moment But hes working on it.
Powers: TBD??? I would like him to acquire some due to his dealings with the demons but that could all depend on how well he negotiates….. and what the possibilities are. I would of course submit any powers to the admins for acceptance at that time before bringing them into play.
History: George was born in one of the large housing estates on the outskirts of Glasgow He is the second of the 5 children of Margaret and Robert Grant having one older brothers Robert Junior (Bert)two younger brothers Frank and Michael a younger sister Kirstie. His father has been unemployed for as long as George can remember, spending most of his time either down the pub or gambling his unemployment benefit away at the local bookmakers. His mother Margaret works ‘on the side’ as a hairdresser, liking nothing better than a good night out at the bingo and is not adverse to joining her husband in the odd bottle of vodka.
During Georges childhood neither parent showed much concern over the bad school reports and increasingly violent activities of the three older boys, all of whom were heavily involved in the local gang culture. Which suited George down to the ground. Discipline was unknown, his parents just shaking their heads and saying boys will be boys, what do you expect us to do about it?’ much to the despair of teachers and local police. By the time he was fourteen George was already on his way, selling crack in the playground, getting himself known to the local drug industry as someone to keep an eye on. Not that he ever touched drugs himself. Drugs made you lose control and George always liked to be in control. Or better still in a position of power. While Robert was your typical school bully, George was infinitely more cunning. And in the long run more dangerous. He was the one who came up with the schemes. Robert provided the extra muscle needed to see them through.
This situation was reflected at home as well. No one stood up to George neither his parents nor his brothers. Robert hung on his every word, Frank kept out of his way. Only Michael, five years younger, the geek, the bookworm sometimes looked at him with an expression that said he saw what George was and defied him. It wasn’t an expression that George liked and he went out of his way to make Michael’s life miserable something that was easy do when you lived in such close proximity. Privacy wasn’t something that was easy to come by and George made sure that Michael got none. Michael’s beloved books ended up in shreds, his homework went missing, his clothes mysteriously ended up in the garbage. No action was too petty if it brought misery. After falling down stairs ‘accidentally’ for the second time Michael learned to spend as little time as possible in the house, taking refuge in the local library instead, a strategic retreat that George liked to see as a rout though something in Michael’s eyes told him the battle wasn’t completely over.
The power that George wielded, the cash he so readily got his hands on did tend to attract a certain type of girl and George wasn’t averse to the attention, though in his relationships with them as in all other things in his life things were kept strictly on his terms. He kept them while they amused him, which normally wasn’t for long, and then he kicked them out. Much as he did with the bunch of hangers on that passed for friends Which only added to his reputation as a ‘hard man’ with the local gang lords and ensured that he slowly made his way up their ranks. Not bad for someone his age but still not enough for George. While he had never shone at school, having seen the academic path as a waste of time when you could get everything you wanted by simply reaching out and taking it, usually from someone else, he was far from being stupid. By the time he was twenty he had put together a few sweet deals, calculating the risks run (preferably by other people) against the gains to be made with a skill that would have astounded his old maths teacher. But he always wanted more.
Then one day the break came. A load of cocaine just waiting to be picked up cheap, cheap being a relative term and sold off at a tidy profit! All he needed was the stake money to get it off the ground and he was ‘quids in ‘ as they said on the Glasgow streets. But for that he would have to borrow. Borrowing in his milieu was always a dangerous business and this time was no different. Sure he had proved himself in the past but this was a step up. That was the only reason the gangsters even considered giving him the loan. Well that and the massive interest they charged. But one foot out of line , one missed repayment and things could turn very nasty. Though even here George built in a safety margin. Not one a normal person would have considered to be reasonable but one which didn’t bother George in the least.
The man he borrowed money from didn’t mess around if you didn’t get the cash back to him in time but he also knew that there was no point killing the goose that might just lay the golden egg. So he tended to go after their family’s first. As an warning. Which suited George down to the ground! Just as well as things turned out because the deal took longer than expected to pull off than he had expected and the money just wasn’t there when it should have been. Which was a shame but well.. these things happened! And in the end it all turned out well.
George wasn’t there to see the car hit Michael but he did get to the scene quickly enough to be impressed by the carnage. It was far from being the first time that his actions, direct or indirect had left someone lying in a pool of blood but even he had to admit that this was spectacular. And somehow satisfying. Not to mention that it took the heat off him while getting the annoying teenager out of his hair. There was no way Michael was coming back from this No way at all. Or so he thought.
As his brother struggled for his life George set his house in order, paid back what he owed, made a hefty profit and hauled himself up another notch in his chosen profession. Life on the whole was sweet, there was cash , women, growing respect from some of the people who actually mattered in his business and a degree of power that George rapidly developed a taste for. Even Michael’s slow recovery was nothing more than a really irritating blimp on the horizon.
Still it did drive him crazy to hear all about ‘poor Michaels ‘progress. How brave he was. How pleased the doctors were with the way he was handling things. Fortunately George wasn’t around the house all that often by the time, months later, when his brother actually came home otherwise the temptation for another ‘accident ‘ might have proved too strong. Which in the long run as it turned out would have been very bad for business.
Strange how a persons relative worth can hang on such a little thing! One bit of weird DNA thrown into the mix and bingo! A crippled runt with a serious drugs problem, an irony that never failed to make George smile, is suddenly transformed into the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. George could hardly believe his ears when one of the doctors from the hospital approached him with the news. Michael was a mutant. Not only that there would be people out there ready to pay for someone with his strange power. And all they had to do to cash in was find a lab where they could do some experiments and then broadcast the results in the right circles. It sounded too good to be true. And certainly too good to pass up.
Favours were called in , contacts exploited , money borrowed. A lab wasn’t the hardest thing to find. Not for someone with his knowledge of the drug industry. Convincing people to let them use it was harder But then George could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it. It took a couple of months to get it all set up but they got there in the end. Then all they had to do was get Michael to walk into it and the trap would snap shut.
George couldn’t have pulled it off alone that was for sure. All the medical jargon, the information he needed to put into the forged documents came from Dr Brady. The phoney clinic! The even more unlikely ‘miracle’ treatment. To be honest George didn’t think Michael would buy into it for a minute. But then he looked at the desperation pain and drugs had put in his brothers eyes and suddenly it didn’t seem so unlikely after all. Which was good new! Because a kidnapping would have been so much messier!
Still there had been a moment of hesitation when he had offered to drive Michael to the facility, years of experience telling the younger boy that something was very wrong when George was being nice. "It will be worth it just to get you and your f***** crutches out of my way "George told him with complete sincerity and the moment passed. And the months of experiments began.
It took longer than George had expected, but then it wasn’t easy laying your hands on all the diseases Brady asked for. And it wasn’t cheap either. From time to time George would go down to the lab to see how things were going on always urging them to hurry up push a little harder……or at least as hard as they dared.
He wasn’t a doctor but even he could see that Michael was getting weaker, recovering less quickly from each new batch of infection that they shot into him. It was lucky that Robert didn’t come down to see him. Though Bert had helped out in the scheme from the beginning following George’s orders as he always did ,even he might have had second thoughts if he actually saw what they were putting Michael through* Damn it! The little sod might die on us before we ever get a chance to find someone who wants to take him off our hands* George thought bitterly *And that would just be bloody typical of him.*
But once again George’s luck held. Long enough for an opportunity to arise anyhow. A mutant auction. The idea that such a thing was possible had never crossed Georges mind but it was stored away now with all the other potentially profitable information he came across. This was the real deal too. America. Private jets. The whole ten yards.
For the first time in a very long time George felt out of his depth. He had been a medium sized fish in a fairly small pond and this in comparison was the ocean! But that didn’t stop him He even took some precautions just to make sure they weren’t ripped off. Some explosives attached around Michael’s waist. A small trigger he could hold in his hand. Childs play in comparison to what he saw when the landed at Harmony airport, with their briefcase full of blood samples and their crude attempts to pretend they were anything other than pawns in this game.
Power! These people had it and George had always respected those who did. They were efficient beyond his imaginings and he knew that if they wanted too they could have swept him aside with one wave of their hand. And that the only reason they didn’t was because he didn’t even appear on their radar. Michael. Now he counted. He had something they wanted, was something they wanted. George was just an accessory.
It was galling in the extreme but he was willing to bide his time This was his opening, his foot in the door of their organisation even if the door was in the basement and that was a start at least. Then they took him to the buyers yard at the market and his vision of the universe changed forever. Demons. Vampires. All the things that he had classed along with the stupid legends his brother kept wittering on about as so much claptrap, all very real and way to close for his liking.
To say he was stunned was an understatement. His mind literally tried to refuse acceptance but it was no use. They were there and he had to learn to deal with it. And yet it wasn’t so much the wrongness of their existence that scared him though that did take some getting used to. It was what the implications did to his careful plans for the future.
He was like a painter who had only ever seen in black and white and had now been introduced to colour. He had thought he understood power and now here were new realms of possibilities he had never even suspected existed spread out before him. And he didn’t know how to break in. He knew one thing though. He wasn’t going back to Glasgow. He was there and he was going to stay until he learned the secret password, handshake , whatever. Then he was going to have a bite of this cherry for himself .
The first step was the auction of course If it gave him nothing else it would hopefully give him the money he needed to make a start. And when Michael and the others were eventually brought out in their cages it seemed that there was in fact interest. Though looking at his brother George couldn’t imagine why. Still he saw the way the pair of demons stared at the boy, the expression on their deformed faces enough to make even him shiver. He had seen looks like that before and he doubted their intentions were all based on the power of his brothers blood. Though his healing powers did undoubtedly play a part. They didn’t ask too many questions though, as if they had seen all they needed in the few moments they had stood before the cage. In fact it was all proceeding rather nicely.
Then came the attack. Or rather the rescue he supposed Costumed figures breaking through the crowds. Weird powers being used in abundance. The cages emptying It should have been the end of the road. But it wasn’t. The demons seemed not to care whether Michael was physically in their possession or not. Nor did they haggle over the price, the sum offered more than enough to cover all the heavy expenses the enterprise had entailed and leave all concerned richer than they had thought possible. Oh yes there was something going on that he didn’t grasp but for once he rather thought he preferred it that way. Contacts signed in blood were something he suspected he could get used to … but at that moment they still gave him the shakes. ( see sample post for more details)
Still he walked away from the auction a richer and wiser man And one infinitely more power hungry than before. In the few days that have passed since then he has had time to arrange the transfer of the necessary sums to cover his debts in Scotland…. No point burning bridges when such contacts could be useful. He has also blown some of the money in celebration but used the rest to buy an apartment and all the luxuries that go along with it. He may not be New York yuppie but he now looks like one. Or at least what he feels one should look like. Good clothes, good shoes. A man about town with enough money to do what he wants. Yet all he really wants is to get into the world he glimpsed And A corps seems as good a place to start as any……
Personality: Most people would say cold but that’s not really the case though calculating is a given. George gets his kicks. Just not always in the same way as other people.
He enjoys sex and the high life, He likes what money can buy him. But what he really loves is the power it gives him. Hes a manipulator and he’ll do whatever he has to to get where he wants. No remorse. Sometimes not even any hard feelings.
He can be cruel, but he’s not openly sadistic…. Unless things get personal. By this I mean that he will kneecap someone without batting an eyelid or taking any particular pleasure in it if that’s what the situation calls for… unless the person has aggravated him in some way, in which case he will take his time and enjoy every minute.
He can also be charming in his own way and can make people believe that they count for him but as soon as they are of no further use to him or his ‘career’ he can sacrifice them without another thought.
Basically George only cares about one thing. Himself. Therefore he prefers other people to take the risks for him but he’s no coward. If need be he will wade in there and get his hands dirty with the best of them. Seize the day could be Georges motto Or rather seize the opportunity. Sometimes you only get one chance and you have to go for it no matter what the danger. Provided the returns are worth it.
Likes: Did I mention power? Women. Money (see power) Being able to do what he likes when he likes. People who can further his career. Modern jazz music. Indian curries.
Dislikes: need I say…. Michael. People who think they are authority figures but don’t have the power to back it up ie teachers, government officials, police…… Anyone who stands in his way. Rap and all that crappy folk music (his words) one usually associates with Scotland. Losing control……of himself or a given situation
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Sample Post:
As he followed the two demons into the auction house George continued to feel uneasy about leaving Michael alone with the mutant girl who had so recently aggressed him. *Better get this whole deal done as soon as possible. Nothing ever goes the way it should when Michael is involved. God I’ll be glad to see the back of him once and for all. *
Inside the room bustled with activity as the potential buyers negotiated for their preferred purchases. *Wonder why these two are so keen to buy my little brother. From what I’ve heard his healing powers don’t seem to stack up too well compared to some of the others up for grabs. Maybe he’s cheap and he’s all they can afford!*
Now that was a worrying thought but one which had crossed Georges mind more than once in the past months. *Geeze If we don’t cover our costs we’re all in big trouble.* The drug dealers they had hired the lab from were less than understanding when it came to unpaid debts. *If this goes pear shaped then Brady and I had better get to like it here because we sure as hell won’t be able to go back to Scotland. Not to mention the fact that they’ll kill Robert.* His elder brother had been left behind as proof of good intention an uncomfortable position at best.
*Now that would be inconvenient,* thought George. *Robert’s got useful contacts in the gang community. It would be a shame to lose them. So better make the best deal we can. After all* he thought, reassuring himself as he looked round at the proceedings, *a set up like this requires big money. Surely the buyers wouldn’t be invited if they didn’t measure up.* He caught sight of Brady at the far side of the room where the scientific data on the mutants had been assembled and smiled. *He looks terrified. Seems our demon friends freak him out.*
Not to say that George hadn’t been surprised and alarmed when he had discovered this new and unexpected world into which he had been plunged, but now all he could see were the possibilities it opened up. Now he was on the inside of one of the best kept secrets on the planet There had to be a way he could turn this to his advantage. But not if this deal fell through. If he wanted to be taken seriously here, maybe make a place for himself he had to be seen as someone capable of getting what he wanted.
Already he had several schemes running through his fertile mind, none of them pleasant but all of them profitable. More so if he could keep on good relations with his Scottish associates. After all influence, however small, on the other side of the Atlantic had to be a desirable commodity for these people. The mutant situation in Britain was far more low key than here in the states. Probably that meant that the mutant market was similarly under exploited. Maybe he could do something to remedy that oversight.
The red demons were now examining Brady’s findings Or rather one of them was. The other, the one who had first urged her partner to purchase Michael, merely glanced at the data, seeming uninterested in the scientific details surrounding Michael’s blood.
*That confirms my first impression* George thought to himself. *There’s something more to this bid than just medical research. Something that maybe ups the price. If I could only figure out what.* Now the two creatures were conferring their guttural language harsh to the ears and somehow obscene. As they spoke Brady came out from behind the desk and caught Georges arm.
"This isn’t right George. I mean look at them. They’re not even human. We can’t sell Michael to them. There are limits to what I will do even for this kind of money."
"Don’t tell me you’re finally acquiring a conscience Doctor " George sneered, stressing the final word.
"So let me get this right you were quite happy to lie to him, to betray his trust, torture him for months on end. Oh yes, lets call it by its proper name Brady," George went on as the doctor tried to protest, *what you did went far beyond the bounds of ‘medical research’ It was your plan to sell him off to the highest bidder but now just because the buyers don’t meet up to your 'high moral standards' you want to call the whole thing off. I don’t think so. I think you’re going to smile and nod and take the money like a good boy. Aren’t you Doctor.*
Brady’s already waxen face turned even whiter as realisation set in. George was quite prepared to kill him if he want back on this deal. It was plain to see in his eyes. And in this hellish place he doubted anyone would raise an eyebrow if he did. No there was no backing out even if he wanted to. Crushed he retreated to the relative safety of the desk fumbling with the test tubes to avoid meeting the strange yellow eyes of the beings before him.
"They seem to be in disagreement" Xlor remarked "Could this prove a problem?"we do not need the doctors consent.Xsir replied He has no blood connection to the boy. Only the brothers signature is necessary to give us possession." The demon's hurried conversation continued, secure in the fact that few, if any, outside their own dimension spoke their language.
"You are sure of what you felt my love. It seems too perfect, such a conjunction of circumstances happens so rarely. It is more than we dared hope for. "
"It is fate my dear. Obviously we were meant to find him. We are just fortunate that no one else has realised his full potential. He is clever too, hiding his power from them for so long Oh I cannot wait to feed from him."
"Careful now Xlor. You must not be greedy. Remember he is not ultimately for you."
"I know Xsir but he will require many months of training. Surely you would not have all that pain simply go to waste?"
Xsir laughed, a sound which chilled the blood of those around him, causing them to step back in alarm.
"No my sweet, enjoy him while you can, after all if you had not seen the strength of his spirit we might yet have doubted his worthiness as an offering. A spirit walker and a healer! Yes this is indeed a good day for our clan."
Suddenly the slighter of the two demons stiffened, a stifled cry bursting from its lips. For a moment it stood frozen, seemingly oblivious to the consternation of those around it.
"Speak Xlor tell me what is wrong."
Finally the words spilled from it "Hurt! He has been hurt! This pain is his I would recognise it amongst hundreds. Oh it is sweet but dangerous. Fools, his blood is flowing. Can you not smell it. There is too much. We could lose him."
"What’s going on?" George asked. "Is everything all right?"*Damn it not now. Let the freaking thing have a fit some other time but not now.* The first demon turned its great yellow eyes on George its urgency evident. "We have no time to haggle This is our offer," Xsir said handing over a piece of paper. "I doubt you will get better anywhere. Indeed if you do not accept it it could be too late for both of us."
"What are you talking about? What’s too late?" George glanced down at the amount written on the paper his eyes widening in disbelief
"Money is not a problem to us" the demon continued sensing his dissaray. "In our dimension gold is as common as carbon, be assured we can pay you what is offered but only if you sign now."
*What if this is just a ploy Can Michael really be worth more than this. Can he even be worth this??* Something in the demons anguished behaviour convinced him that they were telling the truth. *Sign sign* his brain screamed. This will set you up for life. He took a deep breath to steady himself "OK Just let me read the document."
"Very well but quickly. If he dies it is worthless."
*Dies?. No! That damn crazy girl What has she done now. No time for that read the contract. I , blank , blood kin to, blank born in blank, on blank, do hereby cede him body spirit and soul to the purchasers blank for the sum of, blank. From this day forth he is theirs to do with as they please with no restrictions or reservations whatsoever in this world or the next. Date and signature*
Warning bells went off in Georges head. *Read it again Be sure there is nothing that gives them a hold over me in it. No! Seems OK! Well not for Michael but then he was always going to come out of this badly Maybe he’ll get lucky and die before they get to him. But then again that’s his problem.*
"You’ll be wanting this signed in blood then" he joked.
"You catch on fast" said the demon.
Throughout the room shouts and cries were raised. "We’re under attack. They’re trying to escape." People trying to get through the door which seemed to be blocked. George looked in confusion at the demon
"It doesn’t matter Just sign. Quickly."
Picking up a scalpel from the table George drew it across the ball of his thumb letting the blood flow.
"Full names now All details must be filled in perfectly or its your life that will be forfeit."
"Hurry" the other demon cried "They’re doing all they can but there’s so much blood."
"I, George Albert Grant blood kin to Michael Richard Grant born in Glasgow on the 25th of October…………….. "George completed the contract and signed
"Done" he said "now give me my money."
"Do we have him Xlor?"
"Yes the link is there! I can feel it. But I need some of his blood. We must not let him die." Xsir picked up one of the test tubes containing Michael’s blood from Brady’s collection. "These are now ours I believe. Here my love drink and fly." Edited by: HankMcCoy13 at: 3/24/06 2:47 am
right.... well i had my former comment copied ad ready to paste but i copied some other stuf after and forgot the whole comment.... but i remember saying that i was holding back and would give the final stamp if needed
Re: George Grant.
Weeeell... not having followed the "old" threads with Michael I'm slightly confused of course, but oh well, it's not like that state would be an uncommon one for me XD
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You can bring him into play whenever you like without needing another stamp (unless there are objections from another admin).
Well done!
~ Matt
There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: George Grant.
Officailly acknowledges thae fact that George has been officially acknowledged..... can he get moved to A corps now Pleeeeeessseee. hes feeling unloved .... well ok he is unloved but you know what I mean
There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explai
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