| Relatives | Mother : Delilah (Lewis) Grayson
Father : Norman Hodges Grayson Jr Aunt : Doreen Lewis M Grandmother : Darlene Lewis M Grandfather : Randall Lewis (deceased) |
|---|---|
| Languages | Quenglish, primal tongue |
| Affiliations | Unnamed Tribe |
| Aliases | Nobody, A wolf called Nobody |
| Marital Status | Dating Vinnie Valentine |
| Date of Birth | Jauary 1, 2008 |
| Place of Birth | Chelmsford |
| Species | Werewolf (Ragabash) |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Weight | 123 lbs |
| Eye Color | Amber |
Norman Grayson is werewolf from Quengland
Personality[edit | edit source]
Norman is an 18 year old tech obsessed shit lord. He has been working on being more responsible and reasonable, which is hard as he sometimes fails to think through what he says and does, underneath all that edge is a good heart.
History[edit | edit source]
Enough of these stories are true.
The Wedding[edit | edit source]
Gavin Bumgarner considered himself a perfectly normal man. But today was not an ordinary day, this was his best friend’s wedding. Not that he would try to claim any success for the happy couple being together, but they did meet because they of him. The story was front and center in his speech. He’d even included a spam joke with the wrong number of spams so Delilah could correct him. It was her favorite skit. There were a scant few hours to go, soon the building would be full of distant relatives and friends, and he would only have one chance not to mess up too terribly. He pulled out his cards, a bright neon pink, to emphasize them when he produced them later.
“Friends, relations of both Bride and Groom, Aunt Trudy who has never forgiven me for accidentally running over her Christmas decorations, I am pleased to see all of you here to celebrate a couple who finally convinced me that love is real and can bloom even with water from a dog’s bowl.
I worry I’ve lost some of you with that. Allow me to take you back to 1999, the year before we learned y2k was a whole heap of nothing. I have collected some video cassettes of Monty Python’s flying circus and had the foolish notion that I, myself might find a lovely paramour, or a minimum, a new friend who didn’t attend my elementary school. So I posted flyers at my college near the woman’s dorms, then hosted a viewing party at parents whilst they vacationed in Spain.
Norman of course has always been willing to go with my crazy ideas and helped me set up. Halfway through the viewing, Norm had been struck true by cupid’s arrow. He had spotted the most beautiful woman; with eyes bluer than the sky and a smile brighter than the sun. Very sheepishly he admitted that he’d failed to work up the courage to speak to her, I said of course, she sounds terrifying. Then we heard this clatter of metal and the sloshing of water, and there she was, trying to leave early to finish homework she'd forgotten, and with half a bowl of Old Red’s water soaking into her sneakers. Norman leapt into action, helping her clean up and offering my dryer’s service so that she didn’t need to trudge back in soggy socks. The results speak for themselves I do say.
I joke because of the love I have for these two. They have been near inseparable since that day, and Norman filled with a joy that I hope I can experience. You can always tell if he’s low on his vitamin ‘D’. May we all one day be blessed with a love li-”
And then he heard the most pitiful sob. Delilah had been on a balcony, collapsed in a pile of white lace and silk.
“I w-was trying so-so,” she gasped, her makeup utterly wrecked. Tears flowing down her cheeks as she desperately gasped for enough breath to speak, “I can’t do this, not to him, not to my Norm!”
“Delilah? What on- Give me a moment.” He didn’t even consider how improper it might look nor the damage the roses may have taken as he scaled the trellis to the balcony. He didn’t even noticed ripping his suit. The utter defeat on her face made her seem hollow, like something had cleaned her out from the inside. Something he was never meant to be privy to.
“Right now, come on. I’m sure this is not nearly so bad as it seems. Loads of people get cold-“
“The doctor rung me up yesterday, I had some stomach pain. Got tested for loads of things I can’t even name as they tried to track the problem. It’s cancer Gavin, they caught it soon enough, I won’t die if I get treatment. It was in my intestines, it’s already spread. They have to remove bits of… I won’t have children. I will never have children.”
“Ah, here I was, worried Norm had gone and messed up the best thing that’s happened to him,” Gavin pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket, dabbing at her tears, “Blow your nose dear, we’ll get this sorted.”
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“I did, Lala, I did. That’s scary shit, proper terrifying. I’m gonna lodge a complaint with that office, how dare they ruin your wedding like this. I’ve friends, doctors’ I’ve met during my training, we’ll get you a second option, one that don’t take that from you. I know people doing some cutting edge stuff.”
A bit of light came back to her eyes as she sniffed, “What if none it works?”
“Now what I’m about to say is confidential, top secret, things Norm and I talked about because he didn’t want to stress you if this pain was nothing. I can assure you, the only future that wants is one with you in it. Everything else can be figured out later.”
“But- but what if-?”
“There will always be a what if. Right now, we’re going to get this off your face, get you calmed down. I’ll track the make-up artist down if your sister hasn’t already. And you will be the most radiant bride in all of Quengland. Maybe even the world, and tomorrow I reach out to everyone I know who help you fight this. Come on now, you have a wedding to be the star of.”