Location: Valesport
Status: Busy [Read Along Do Not Cross, Picking Up Strays (AU), Knock Three Times (AU)]
Name: Grayson Theodore Crawford, Ph.D.
Profession: Paranormal Detetive/Foresic Investigator for the Valesport PD
Born: January 15
Species/Nationality: Homo Sapiens/Finnish/Danish
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual. Bi-romantic
Height: 6’1”
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Blood Father: Michael Leigh Crawford
Blood Mother: Ariana Corrine Oleson Crawford
Siblings: Angie Selena Crawford, Mary Rue Crawford
Marital Status: Married/Separated
Diseases / Conditions: Mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. PTSD. Cyclothymic Disorder.
Medications: escitalopram, lorazepam, divalproex sodium.
Addictions / Dependencies: Medications
Personality: In the bad habit of talking down to people. Distant and cold. Emotionally stunted. Impatient.
Likes: Math and science. Working alone. Fast cars.
Dislikes: Children. Being kept waiting. Citrus.
Fashion Sense: Ties and button ups. Vests, jeans, Converse. Wears the same thick-rimmed, black glasses, and black watch. Very strange color-pattern combinations. His hair is always one of those messes that you know takes an hour to perfect but is meant to look careless. It is longer on one side than the other.
[spoiler]Grayson's father died when he was in college. He doesn't like to talk about it.
He left college in Sacramento to return to Valesport at his mother's request. She just couldn't quite get things together without her husband, and it seemed that his sister's futures ranked above his. Valesport University was good enough, he resigned. Would just have to modify the nature of his degree. Forensic science came easy to him, for no particular reason, and adding a double major in metaphysical science was just for fun. He'd never expected he'd actually be able to put both degrees to use at one time.
He considered it pretty lucky.
Grayson was sexually assaulted when an undercover assignment went very wrong in Brighton. He doesn't like to talk about it.
Faerie charms wear off eventually and then you're just left with the pain. Unable to control your thoughts or your body, unable to stop someone else from controlling your thoughts and your body.
Grayson's husband left him. He doesn't like to talk about it.
Apparently, worse than dealing with the aftereffects of a traumatic experience is being the spouse of someone dealing with the aftereffects of a traumatic experience. Grayson found that he did not like to be touched a certain way, found that he couldn't sleep at night and that he couldn't stop washing his hands. It was difficult for Nathaniel to accept the person his husband had become. This man who didn't smile, this man who didn't look at him the way he had before. But Nathaniel had always been selfish.
Grayson got better. He's not sure if he misses Nathaniel. He doesn't like to talk about it.
Therapy and medication didn't turn Grayson into the man he had been before, but he washes his hands a little less and he smiles a little more. He doesn't go to Brighton.
Grayson found comfort in a woman with wild hair, an a wilder attitude. He doesn't like to talk about it.
She smokes too many cigarettes, and always disappears in the middle of the night. She smells like cheap perfume and runs acrylic nails through his hair just to mess up the curls. She is not good for him. He forgets to take his medication. He leaves Valesport more often than he would like to find her again. He should have arrested her when he had the chance.
Grayson might be in love with her. He doesn't like to talk about it. [/spoiler]
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.