Sirius Grin
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Darkling Mirrorskin |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court •••• |
| Freehold | Imagination Landscape |
| Player | Sean Mooney |
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Notable Traits:
Childlike
Black eyes
Friendly behavior
Constantly grinning/smiling
Mein and Mask are very similar, suggesting a very low Wyrd
Seeming
Kith
Keeper
Motley
- Member of The Symphony
Known Alias
- The Grinning Man (Fame 2 - Boogyman) - The Grinning Man's visage is drastically different from Sirius' normal face...
- Uncle Spooky
- Scquick (To quote Valeria Thorne: "Because he's scary and quick!")
- Jack Nimble
IC Motivations
Sirius is the boogyman for adults. Beat your kids? Like to touch little girls? Think locking your son in a cellar is good for his character? Expect a visit from The Grinning Man. All a child has to do is say a little rhyme to get the attention of Mr. Grin, and he'll come in and ensure the wrongs are righted.
On a normal day (or night, rather), Sirius enjoys spending time with his Motley and friends. He wanders about with the ever present grin on his face, looking out for those who have a special place in his heart.
Quotes by Sirius
"Oh man! There are so many interesting people here! You guys are so much fun!" Said with a childish grin.
"Hey you! Stand on this X!" Points to an X beneath Mistletoe.
Sirius talking (stammering) to Mara-Zen. "So... I uh... well, you know, kinda travel, and uh, well, we-" Sirius is stopped by Raggedy Ann, who stuck a wrapped lollipop in his mouth.
Sirius chuckles. "Yes, but... I've never..." He stops to think about how to put this. "Opened presents before."
"Well, considering what Jere... what Nigel was saying about the run in you had with Santa Claus, I wouldn't be sur... Oh. OH, you mean." Mara lowers her gaze, smiling and blushes prettily. "You haven't... opened... presents..."
Sirius stands next to Madame Nuit, mouth open, teeth bared.
Madame Nuit sighs, "I DON'T EAT BRAINS!"
Sirius grins.
"You've changed! Your Motley doesn't even know you anymore. You even tried to kill Nigel! That's not the Sirius we know." Madame Nuit
"Well... he started it." Sirius Grin
"The Holidays were insane, out of all of them Raggedy Ann was the most sane, and that is saying a lot." Sirius Grin
Quotes about Sirius
((Feel free to add!))
"Don't be taken in by the childlike grin. There's both a man and a monster within him." - Mara-Zen
"Are you sure it was Sirius... not the rabbit?" - Nigel
"No, there was way too much cereal eaten, and my candy bowl is empty. It was Sirius." - Mara-Zen
"Keep in mind though we may tease each other Sirius is one of our kings, and I have no qualms admitting he's a friend." - Forge
"WELCOME TO EARTH" Sirius to Nachtmusik.
(In German)"Why is he yelling at me very slowly? Is he deaf or just slow minded?" Nachtmusik
"Wise beyond his years...he seems like me oh so many years ago, i have a few tricks that he might learn before my days are done, so long as the night keeps my heart a beat" - Revenant
"He is a walking lesson in underestimation. Sometimes even I forget how powerful a boy can be." - Madame Nuit
"There are very few things I would not do for Sirius. What are they, you ask? Maybe Christmas will be kind to you this year." - Adam_Young
"I'm a big fan of Sirius. In person he makes quite an impression, and his emails always make my day better." - Mallory Schadenfreude
Rumors
Raggedy Ann Once snuck up behind him and hit him with a baseball bat to see if candy would come out, and it did!
Sirius has been exhibiting signs of Winter Court influence of late - perhaps the seasons are turning for our favorite spooky-boy?
After a kiss under the mistletoe at the Winter Masque, there's a certain rabbit beast down south with more than a casual interest in Sirius.
Sirius has no longer "never opened presents" with anyone.
Though he tried to gather all of his friends into their great escape from Arcadia, Sirius lost many of them in the attempt. If only he had listened to Jerry Rig, they might not have died. Of those that were caught, there was one with an enchanting voice he misses the most.
Due to his obsessive behavior, and a few intentions getting lost in translation between Autumn and Spring, Sirius had a bad run in with a Stoneskin and Hunterheart.
After a brief misunderstanding, he actually likes Pat MacRoche
During a game of "Truth or Dare" with Romeo Tempus Sirius accepted Dare. Little is known over what the actual dare was but he then turned into a giant chicken and began fighting people.
Sirius Grin's Soundtrack
Phantom of the Opera - Final Lair
Phantom of the Opera - All I ask of You
Pat Benatar - Hell is For Children
Guns N' Roses - November Rain
Metallica S&M - Enter Sandman
Siouxsie and the Banshees - Playground Twist
Tracy Chapman - Behind the Walls
Sirius Grin's Background
Crying child, free of sin
Asking help from Mr. Grin
My father hits me day and night
And I'm too small to give a fight
My mother has done all she can,
Now I need help from the Grinning Man.
The words were mouthed, as the child did not dare to speak them aloud. The possibility of waking the slumbering giant in the hallway was too great. Besides, his voice was still sore from the screaming, and his lips hurt to move. Braving one more look towards his cracked doorway to see his father passed out in the hall, he pulled the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes.
The wind outside picked up, howling through the branches of the trees. A branch began idly tapping on the windowpane. The streetlight outside flickered and dimmed, and the entire room seemed to plunge into darkness.
But little Danny paid this no mind. He was fast asleep. Dreams quickly came to haunt him. His father, twice as big in his dreams, brandishing a belt and beckoning him forward. His voice was deep and resonant, and sounded like gibberish when he spoke. The boy knew, however, that he was in trouble again.
Something happened... the belt didn't swing. No, the father had stopped, eyes fixed on something else. A smile... a disembodied smile hovering near Danny's own shoulder. The smile moved towards the giant man, gaining shape and form as it did. The face surrounding the smile was pleasant and fair. The body was small and wiry, and the skin was a shade of silver. He stood between the father and Danny, smiling a mischievous smile.
The father hesitated, then slowly backed away.
After he had gone, The Grinning Man turned back to Danny.
"Hello," The Grinning Man said.
"Hi..." Danny said sheepishly.
"No need to be shy." The Grinning Man walked over to Danny, kneeling down in front of him. "I'm your friend."
"I know... You're the Grinning Man."
The Grinning Man smiled wider, his bright, radiant presence calming the boy. "Yes, I am. And I heard you call for me. I'm going to make everything better, okay?"
Danny hesitated, not sure what to think.
The Grinning Man smiled at the boy, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lollipop. "Here, take this."
"But... Mommy says not to take candy from strangers."
"And Mommy is right, but I'm not a stranger, am I Danny?"
Danny paused, then slowly took the lollipop with a smile.
"That's a boy. Now what would you like to do tonight. Whatever you wish, you may have."
Danny's smile grew as his imagination went wild. Soon, the two were standing in the middle of a carnival, and the festivities lasted through the night.
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"Sharon, I'm telling you it was real." The voice boomed from downstairs.
Danny shook awake, immediate disappointment flowing through him realizing it had all been a dream. He wanted to go back to the carnival...
"Paul..." Danny's mother had fear in her voice, as if her words would provoke anger. "It had to have been a dream..."
"I'M TELLING YOU IT-" Danny's father stopped short. There was a pause, after which he spoke in a lower tone. "It wasn't... and you were pretending to be asleep."
"I wasn't pretending, Paul!" Sharon seemed slightly desperate in her plea.
"Sharon I was screaming! How could you sleep through that?!" Paul sounded like he was containing anger, leashing his temper from lashing out.
Danny sighed, knowing this would escalate quickly. His mother would likely be crying by the time he got downstairs, either because his dad was yelling, or hitting her again. He closed his eyes, trying to get back to the carnival. Something was uncomfortable, though. Something was bumpy in his pillow. He reached under it to find...
A lollipop.
Danny looked at it for a second, then simply smiled and slid out of bed. Still in his pajamas, clutching the lollipop in his little hands, he walked downstairs. The voices of his parents grew louder as he descended.
"I swear, Paul, I didn't hear you. It must have been a nightmare!" Sharon seemed on the verge of tears, her voice trembling in fear.
However Paul did not raise his voice again.
Danny walked into the kitchen. His mother was in her bathrobe, his father in dirty jeans and a tank top. His hair was messed up, as he probably slept on the floor for most of the night, and hadn't showered in at least a day. Strangely enough, Paul didn't start yelling at Danny immediately.
"What'cha doing up, boy? It's early." Paul said gruffly. His eyes lowered to the lollipop in Danny's hand.
His already pale face blanched.
"Where did you get that?" He pointed at the lollipop.
Danny just stood still, frozen in terror. He wasn't aloud to have candy unless his parents told him he could. He hadn't even thought about it. He started trying to think of excuses, concoct a story, anything to avert the wrath which was sure to descend upon him at any moment.
But it did not come.
"G-go upstairs, Danny-boy," Paul said softly. "We'll call you down when breakfast is ready."
Danny simply nodded and ran upstairs. As he did so, he heard his father mutter to his mother,
"HE put that under Danny's pillow..."
With that, his mother began crying. However, something told Danny they were not tears of pain or sorrow. For once, they were tears of relief, mixed with a speck of hope and joy.
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He hasn't always been Sirius Grin, Uncle Spooky, Squick, or whatever other name people call him. He used to be Bobby Jones. People called him BJ. His friends did, at least. His dad had an assortment of other pet names for his son: Little Shit, Bastard, Fuck Up, or, my favorite, Murderer.
Tim Jones never quite got over the death of Bobby's mother. She had an aneurysm during child birth. She survived, but ended up on life support after a following stroke. In the end, he pulled the plug as she was destined to the life of a vegetable. Bobby was 6 months old by this time.
He went to live with his grandparents for awhile, his father unable to cope with having a new son with the loss of his wife. Bobby might have stayed there into adulthood if they hadn't passed on when he was two years old. With all options removed, Tim had to take his son into his own house.
Despite the time of mourning that had passed, Tim harbored a deep bitterness over the loss of his wife. Since he had already burned all bridges with friends, and reduced himself to working graveyard shifts in shit jobs as they were the only ones who would keep him around with his attitude, he turned his wrath onto his son.
The abuse was never sexual, though physical and emotional pain were given in healthy doses. It wasn't until Bobby was 12 that he built up the courage to run.
And run he did.
Out the back door with nothing save his favorite teddy bear, Bobby ran. He ran through the local tree line, into the forest, over small streams, until suddenly he was in a thick brier patch. His progress was slowed as thorns began tearing at his clothes and flesh. When he felt himself getting trapped, he began to cry.
Lucky for him, there was a group of curious individuals nearby who had been patrolling the area.
After a brief discussion on whether to pull him out or simply watch as the boy struggled through the hours until madness overtook him, the Fae dragged Bobby out of the Hedge. They dragged him to Arcadia, giving him as a gift to the local maze-master as a potential tool for the annual horror-shows. The Maze Master greedily accepted.
And so Bobby became a side-show. He acted as the scared rabbit at first, being the tool and test dummy for testing new attractions for the Fae. In time, he began learning the arts and helped design the mazes the Fae entertained themselves in. Then, entire attractions were built around the Darkling, giving him opportunities to entertain groups of Fae singlehandedly.
But he missed home. Not his father, so much, rather his friends. He missed Jerry, who had kept him company during the days, even babysat him on some nights when his father worked. He missed playing in fields and laughing when his father was at work. He missed not being scared for at least half of the day.
Much to his surprise, Jerry Rig found him. Apparently he had been in Arcadia for some time, too. Only he had been in charge of building various contraptions and devices... and designing various improvements to the maze which Bobby had been a test subject for.
Jerry had an idea to escape, but he needed Bobby's help. Bobby agreed, but wanted to take others with them. So they sought others out, gathering 20 in total to flee Arcadia for their long lost homes. Bobby has always had a soft spot for charity. I suppose he couldn't leave the others behind.
Of the 20, only 8 made it out alive. The rest were either re-captured or killed, some in gruesome ways right before their eyes. However Bobby was still happy. He was free, and had a new family which was bound to him forever due to their shared experiences and trials. Granted, not all of them stayed at first. He had to follow, beg, and plead for some members to stick around. In the end, however, they all came back.
Now Bobby lives in San Diego, going by several monikers which others have bestowed upon him. He uses the gifts he's learned to enact 'justice' on those who place their children in similar dispositions which he grew up in. I suppose it is amusing enough for now, though I do think the Maze Master would like his pet back sooner or later. Perhaps we should consider reclaiming him in the near future... for now, keep an eye out, he may soon be ripe enough to pluck.
