Grand

Name: Grand

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Animal/plush: Fox

Emotion: Vainglory

Traits: 2 eyes (C) Black Sclera (C) Slit Pupils (C) Fox (R) Alien Plush Object Insides (UC)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Loud, obnoxious, and without a good chunk of common shame, Grand makes his presence known wherever he goes. It’s simply a fact of his everyday life that he’s the greatest, and he’s not afraid to teach others if they don’t know. He has a tendency to serve himself first, but you can catch a moment of genuine kindness from him every once in a while…

Family: None. Living with Lavellan “since he owes me.”

Relationship Status: Taken and smooched more than most could handle huehue

Backstory: Grand existed many years without a name. He passed through the hands of many children without ever really attaching to a home. After a while, he began to wonder why, without success.

He eventually came into the care of some rather awful people, and sat for exactly three days on one of their drawers, facing a wall and hearing noises that would make a normal stomach churn. On the fourth day, a new voice called out in the room. This wasn’t too terribly unusual, but the anger and righteousness of the voice certainly was. He learned that there were dolls that had come to life, and from what the voice said, that they were superior to humans. As the fox plush pondered this, a scuffle ensued that ended with him falling off the drawer. The voice kept talking, but he barely registered. Something in what they’d said stuck to him.

As he landed, it clicked.

He wasn’t being moved around because he was flawed. People just couldn’t handle how incredible he was! No wonder he was never held so long- they must have felt they weren’t worthy of him!

He was suddenly upright without being touched, standing tall over a creature, like his new shape, he’d never seen before that was frozen in place over a limp body, staring at him and covered in blood. They stopped and tucked some hair away from their face with a delighted, wicked smile.

“Well, aren’t you grand?” They whispered, breathless.

And he liked that.

And so he was.