Steven Grant

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A n t u m b r a M o o n

Basics

NAME
Steven Grant
AGE
30's
OCCUPATION
Clerk
GENDER/PRONOUNS
Male - He/Him

Personality

Steven Grant is mild-mannered, kind, and perhaps a bit shy. A Gift Shop employee with a flair for Egyptology. Easily pushed around and waylaid despite his obvious frustrations with being mistreated. Rarely able to stand up for himself, he often finds he's the emotional core of the lot. Vulnerable but also able to give, grieve and care in a way that hurts too much. Lonely, though, because people who are vulnerable and seen as weak are susceptible to it. To be used and thrown away, to be forgotten because day-to-day life is overwhelming. Because awkwardness is perceived as failure. Anxiety is both a crutch and a threat. A personification of grief, of loss, unaware of everything that had been taken, he's here to help unburden that guilt. To lift the others up and help them forgive themselves one way or another. He is also, unerringly loyal and protective. While he isn't physically aggressive or assertive most of the time, there is a special needling way in which he will make a point of protecting those he cares about. Defending them emotionally and perhaps spiritually if it calls for it. Taking care of those he values pushes him to be more assertive than he would be normally and is a focal point for his growth into being a stronger, more well rounded persona nd accepting his place as a protector in his own way.

Sexuality

I personally view Steven as bisexual. I find his preferences are probably very close to demisexual in that personality plays a much bigger part in his attraction than genitalia. || Personally I am fine to write romance with people at any point on the gender spectrum (M/F/NB etc), however for anything more intimate than fluff I have a male-presenting bias and that's just how it is.

Look

I'll admit this is entirely my bias here. I know he's a "print shirt and jacket" kind of guy, but I find it boring. So I'm leaning more towards more exciting prints, or perhaps comfortable sweaters. I think more than anything else he values being comfortable and I find it cute. I don't have a better reason than that.

Roleplay Preferences

Able to play them in separate bodies or in a system
Do be respectful of people with the disorder!!
I'm happy to write canon, AU's, Crack, or anything else
Always open to plotting, in a thread or in DMS
Welcome RP in DMs, TL or even Discord if you ask me for mine!
Smut and violence are also fine by me if it suits the situation. I'm a big shipper.
Please let me know if there's ever anything you want to avoid and I will respect that 100%

Roleplay Sample

It's skewed in a familiar way, halls long, white, filled with doors that didn't bode well more often than not. Little locked away memories that threatened to tear open new wounds. It's a funny thing to him, being awake and yet... not. To be roused from sleep into another dream. It feels real enough, despite the fact he's back here A place that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Dug under his skin like a threat. The sterile nature almost humming imposingly when he had been chased down the halls. This time it's different... feels different. The look is the same, white on white on bone, but there's a warmth that was absent before; and a few other large, non-hippo differences that forced him to calm down.He was going to be awfully pissed if after all that, they died in their sleep.The only solace from the way it felt like his chest was twisting into some sort of concave knot was the sound of Marc's voice. The reminder he wasn't alone, and while he didn't understand a lot of it, he had faith that together they could manage it. He had woke in a real room this time, it looks like his home-- sort of. Some things are out of place, slightly askew like it's been drawn from memory. A picture painted with a brush slightly too big to get all the details perfectly.Pushing the door to his 'loft' open had left him in the hall, staring at the broken tiles till he heard that voice. "Marc!" His voice isn't soft, or shy, but there's that frenzied urgency to it. A worry something has happened. Again he's in those strange clothes; not too different from his sleepwear but just thin and ratty enough to remind him of the taste of hospital food. Down the hall he scrambles till he catches a flash, just out of the corner of his eye, turning when he had intended to go straight. Spotting that familiar form, those gelled back curls, and he sighs out every weight on his shoulders all at once. "Marc! Marc!"He scrambles down the hall as quickly as he can, desperate to be found, to not be left behind.

Writer

Hatter
21+
New to twitter
Old to RP
Always happy to make friends to chat with
Sometimes I doodle, please let me know if you don't want anything we do drawn.
I'm exceedingly shy and nervous to approach people, so if you want to do stuff please feel free to poke me. I'm doing my best to get around that, but it's a challenge for me.
DM me for my discord! 🤍