Sun Griffith

SUNSHINE GRIFFITH

NAME
Sunshine Rainbow Griffith

NICKNAMES
Please call him Griff. Please. He'll accept Sun or, if you're an seven-year-old girl in pigtails, Sunny. He will never, ever introduce himself as Sunshine, and certainly not Rainbow.

AGE
18

GENDER
Male

HOMETOWN
Oxgate City

APPEARANCE

The first thing you notice is that the kid has a head full of shocking magenta hair, worn long, spiky, and blessedly weighed down by gravity. It's rather flamboyant. No, Griff's not manly enough to pull it off, but he wishes he was. Given that he's eighteen and growing, maybe he will be able to someday (player fiat: he won't). At about 5'9", he's neither tall nor short, with a slight and wirey frame. He's made up of only bone and muscle under his skin, and it's evident to see that he's quite fit, even though he's very slim with a triathlete's build. If you want to try his temper, tell him he's rather pretty, because he honestly is, in the girly way with long eyelashes and nice hands. In Griff's book, this is not a good thing.

Griff's eyes are bright blue and lively, but you don't normally see them unless he's indoors. His sunglasses are his best friend, and he loathes part with them, but he's realistic enough to put them away once he's some place dark or, obviously, indoors. Beyond the shades, he dresses in what can only be described as business-whatever. He was born into a corporate world even if he's not in one anymore, so he knows appearances count, but he only goes through the motions. Griff makes some effort to be presentable by only bringing along clothes that match with his entire wardrobe--that is to say, he wears black and white. Typically, you find him in dark jeans and white silk button-up, perhaps with a poorly tied tie, and accompanied by a 3/4's trench if weather demands. Old habits require him to wear gloves at all times, just because Griff knows better than to leave fingerprints. When he doesn't want to be remembered, he wears a hat to hide his hair, because a guy with hot pink hair eliminates a whole lot of possibilities for the cops.

If you're observant, you might notice the police tracking cuff around his left ankle.

PERSONALITY

Griff's one part smooth-talking asshole and one part magnificent bastard. He could be a roguish bastard too, but that'd imply a bit more charisma and a bit less intelligence. This boy is witty, clever, canny, absurdly fast on his feet, and the bane of the Oxgate Police Department's existence. Both a common and white collar criminal, Griff likes shiny things, and he likes them in his pocket--but more than shiny things, he likes a good challenge. He's ambitious, reckless, always up for a challenge, and luckily enough, he's also capable of (or even accustomed to) pulling himself back together after inglorious failure--such as being thrown into a jail cell for a year. It'd take a lot to cramp Griff's style. A strategic planner and puzzle-solver, he's masterminded far more than his fair share of heists for lowlifes in Oxgate, making his and his compatriots' lives far less low than they ought to be.

He's learned to talk with just the right words, and he went beyond talking to spinning a web of lies--it's not just habit, it's hobby. Griff's is good at being genuine: charming, sweet, helpful, self-deprecating. It's not entirely an act; his heart's neither black nor icy cold, it's quite warm in fact, just out for profit. Still, he's not a bleeding heart, and he can bring on the smirk and snark far easier than the friendly smile. Arrogance is his calling card, and after years of being a con-artist, he can't help but think a bit less of everyone else. On the upside, he adores anyone that he finds as clever as himself, or alteratively, anyone that's too clever to be fooled. Pickpocketing on the street's too easy for fingers as fast as his, Griff prefers to pretend to be the worst card-player in the world and gamble counterfeit coins while slitting your purse open. Why break open an ATM when he can forge bank documents and play a soon-to-be student debtor?

Despite what many (Oxgate PD, for example) would think, Griff cares for more than just himself. He works well with others and genuinely appreciates any help he receives. He's loyal to a fault, believing that trust is the most valuable thing and should never be betrayed. Laws may mean nothing to him, but he has his own code of honor. Sure, he's a thief and possibly a scoundrel, but he's halfway to Robin Hood. Life and crime are games to him, and money gained is just how he keeps score. As for what he does with it, well, he's a teenager, what's he supposed to spend it on anyway? Large bank accounts attract attention, too many bank accounts are a hassle, but charity? Charity is practical.

HISTORY

Not everyone can be rich, and not everyone can even be comfortable. Griff was born into wealth, but by a series of unfortunate events, a fortune 500 company crumbled into dust, leaving his entire family destitute. Luckily, Griff was young enough to live and adapt even if his parents weren't. A child too used to living in splendor, he didn't like empty pockets, so he hit the streets and learned how to make money the illegal way. Remember the epidemic scare ten years ago? Still a boy at the time, Griff sat in front of a mirror, covered himself in false rashes and pocks, then walked into a restaurant and threw up a mouthful of chewed oranges and oatmeal. People fled, abandoning their purses and valuables. Young Griff took them all.

A cutpurse, pickpocket, beggar, conman, and basically Everything The Tour Guide Warned You About, it was only a matter of time before Griff made a name for himself, which meant the Oxgate Police Department finally realized he existed. They brought him in, found the juvenile delinquent they expected, and entered him in the files before turning him loose with a slap on the wrist. His life story was sympathetic enough, and it was obvious that any money he stole was only funneled to support his family (mother, father, older sisteR) and their vain efforts to rebuild the family fortunes. Eventually, he lost contact with his family altogether after a few too many arguments about how they lived in the past and wasted their money.

Young and already independent, Griff made his own friends, most of them juvenile delinquents and smalltime criminals like himself. He valued them more than his family, first because they had much more in common, and then because Griff realized that unlike his parents, they would never let him down. He could trust them with anything and everything, and none of them would ever tell on another to the feds. Of course, now that he wasn't working alone, Griff could attempt far more dangerous and ambitious projects. He's been arrested quite a few times and brought in more times than he can count, but Griff's only been smacked with a sentence twice.

His first stint in prison was for six months when was thirteen (for running a fake insurance company). It didn't effect him any, except afterwards the cops and psychologists had discovered that Griff was either a very good actor or genuinely a laid-back, friendly, and well-adjusted young man. Since then, they've taken an interest and a hope in rehabilitating the boy. By the time he was seventeen, Griff was thrown into a jail cell again (failed attempt at grand theft), and the cops and psychologists have concluded that he is, in fact, laid-back, friendly, and well-adjusted, but also a bored and ambitious thrill-seeker. Still, they had reason to believe that he wasn't a lost cause.

Now at eighteen and a couple months, Griff's been set free with a tracker around his ankle and a suggestion/command to go train some damn pokemon. He ought to be able to find plenty of challenges and excitement there, right? The justice system is deadset on reforming the boy, and Griff, devil-may-care as he is, isn't against going along with the idea for now. He's never considered a future as a pokemon trainer before, mostly because it's not much of an option in his line of work, and the more he thinks about it, it could be a whole lot of fun.

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OUT OF CHARACTER
(You do not have to do this section if you have already had a character accepted.)

NAME
Katya

HOW DID YOU FIND US?
An ad from... somewhere. I've been running around games and clicking ads for the past few hours, so I'm not entirely sure where.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
(( This is from an AU post-Hogwarts Harry Potter game. ))
Theo winced under Tracey's stare. He certainly didn't love her, so he didn't mind letting her down, but they were friends, and Theo did mind coming off as a complete twit to his friends. Apparently, today was not the day where he displayed his shining intellect. In fact, today bore a startling resemblance to the day where the girlfriend, once in private, sat him down for a thorough lecture on What To Not Say (Or Do).

He needed to stop with the hand-kissing. Tracey didn't look as appeased by it as usual, so either he was making a royal cock up of this, or it was losing its charm. Or both, but the point remained that he needed to find some other ace up his sleeve to trot out every time his and Tracey's realities don't coincide, because the almighty hand-kiss ought to be saved for emergencies only. Emergencies and special occasions like anniversaries, he supposed, because it didn't hurt him any to shower Tracey with her favorite tokens of affection once a year.

A realization began to dawn on him. Oh, he thought. Fuck.

Theo glanced to Tracey's wand arm as she leaned in, because his survival instinct remained intact no matter the state of his power of deduction. After Tracey fired off a choice selection of questions, he forced a smile and a sheepish laugh as if she'd said something reassuring. "Four years and eleven months," he murmured back to her. "Means one month 'til Jour J. Bleeding hell."

He took a generous step back, because distance made the heart grow fonder, or so he hoped. He took a breath as he considered his options for damage control. He'd forgotten the anniversary, and that's okay. That's only normal. "Love," Theo began, smiling as earnestly as he was able, "there's a date on your calendar--and on mine too, it's very definitely, surely, extremely on mine too--and it will be the best day of your life, I promise."