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| Full Name: | Grant Kavanagh |
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Leave me the hell alone already.[]
Grant looks young, rangy, and unimpressive, probably some kind of white trash, Allapattah dropout raised by the kind of hard knocks that teach a boy how to know a pharmacy better than the doctor does. Asking about Grant will get conflicting answers which nevertheless all agree that he's a compulsive liar, so whatever someone tells you, or whatever he tells you, is up in the air down to what the hell his name is -- Grant, Patrick, Garrett, Graham. The only thing that is consistent among Cainites is that he is a very, very picky eater who will never tell you what the hell his poison is the same way twice. It's gotta be either something small that is easy to overlook, like the color of their eyes, or something about their past and not so easily quantifiable. It's probably the latter, since Grant tends to talk to and consort with his food, but then again, he's as green as grass in the spring, so maybe he just hasn't figured out that that's all they are: food.
Two steps back[]
New York City was a Camarilla-Sabbat warzone some years ago, and unfortunately, the so-called "Kindred" devastated the Cainites and chased even Cardinal Polonia clean out of town. The Ivory Tower had their records concerning the area locked down tight and their asses covered nine ways to Sunday. Camarilla from New York City would recognize this kid's face as the childe of Melinda Caroselli, Ventrue. Melinda treated this guy with the tight leash deserved of a fledgeling or liability and, just as her charge did, stopped coming to Court one night. Surely Grant, or Jeremy Seidel, has much to answer for.
Three steps forward[]
Grant died with a concussion, since his pupils are shocked permanently into an uneven look such that his left eye is constantly dilated. His Creation Rites were only conducted in September after he snitched on a Camarilla fence-hopper to the Bishop and outed him. The kid is bursting with questions, and filled with adorable notions of fairness among his peers.
Well-Dressed Young Man Seeks...[]
Grant lives alone in a modest apartment, dresses neatly and fashionably, and owns two cats. He did not realize his neighbors assumed he was gay until it was pointed out by Andy. Who laughed.
A lot.