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PERSONALITY
Grey's an outgoing, energetic, and vigorous individual with a knack for engaging in close combat; he finds fighting rather thrilling, and refers to it as "play" at times. Grey enjoys fighting adept opponents in particular; he usually adopts a cheerful demeanor while battling, as indicated when he happily commented on Mey-Rin's double guns and grinned throughout the clash. He's stated that he loves toying with an opponent who "cannot resist" and is inclined to using any sort of method to win, as he hates losing, even if it's only a game. He's arrogant, however, as he consistently views his skills as superior to that of his adversary; nevertheless, the confidence is well-founded, considering his excellence at close-range battles - he was able to cut Mey-Rin's guns in half with a single run past her. He also seems to bear little concern as to whether his opponent is male or female, having stomped on Mey-Rin's chest with enough force to cause her to spit blood and fall to the ground. In spite of his great zeal for fighting, when stopped, Grey will not further exercise aggression. Grey carries his enthusiasm into other aspects of his life and job, as he joyfully and nonchalantly munched on a sweet after Sebastian prevented him from attacking Baldroy. Despite his typically youthful conduct, Grey's extremely intelligent and astute, as he was fully aware of how to manipulate Ciel into agreeing to an optional mission. It's maintained that he serves England with the same shrewdness that his grandfather did. He's remarkably loyal to Queen Victoria and dutifully executes his various tasks. Furthermore, Grey works well with Charles Phipps - they share the code name "Double Charles" - as they routinely accomplish their missions together. Irrespective of his own eccentricities, Grey's occasionally bemused by Phipps's oddities, as demonstrated by his surprise when Phipps sewed a flower into Finnian's hat in order to patch it. Although Phipps may appear calmer and level-headed in comparison and thus it may be perceived that he'd analyze the small details, it's Grey who often holds suspicions and doubts regarding the mysterious nature of Ciel and Sebastian while Phipps refrains from prying or looking at things too critically; when Grey had pointed out how impossibly quick it was for Ciel and Sebastian to send a package to London from Germany, Phipps merely stated that Ciel must have a lot of connections in the underground society in order to accomplish said task. Additionally, Grey's afraid of ghosts, claiming that "he only believes in things he can cut with his sword." He also fears snakes and has a very large appetite, as he'd once devoured an entire dinner's worth of curry when he was only "a little hungry." Aside from his seemingly bottomless stomach when it comes to eating, he's a proficient drinker: while Georg von Siemens had fallen ill to wine after only three glasses, Grey casually relished in a mountain of glasses and flasks. Grey uses his left hand when he wields his sword, so he may be left-handed. Before his and Phipps' initial appearance, Grey was mentioned in Queen Victoria's letter to Ciel. In the said letter, Phipps made Christmas pudding with the Queen while Grey and John Brown praised it.PERSONALITY
PAST
At a fencing match, a young Grey and Phipps watched as two opponents fought each other. Phipps asked if the victorious contestant was Alexis Leon Midford's son, the one rumored to be a genius with the sword. Grey corrected him, revealing that the genius was the daughter, Elizabeth. Phipps observed her curiously while Grey scowled. Some years later, Grey - along with Phipps - attended and graduated from Weston College.PAST
- He may be based on Sir Charles Grey, who was a private secretary for Prince Albert. When Prince Albert died in 1861, he became Queen Victoria's private secretary until his death in 1870.
HEADCANONS
HEADCANONS
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The Haunted Mansion
Charles was wondering why he had even said yes to the bet. Sure, he could’ve sworn he had the win in the bag — however, something such as a haunted mansion should not be gambled on so carelessly. There he was, standing outside of the doors.This is definitely haunted. Chills were already creeping up his neck and down his spine. He looked around outside.He was there alone. Maybe I could get away with not going in. Surely—His train of thought was cut off by another: Oh, yeah.He had to leave notes, markers of sorts, to prove he’d gone through every room. They’d be checking the house after him, so there was no way he could get out of it.Oh no. His heart in his throat, he carefully opened the front doors of the mansion. Breathe, Charles. Breathe.He slowly walked through the entryway, his hand on his sword. Eyes wide and breathing rapidly, he made his way to the parlor. Hand shaking, he stuck a piece of paper to the wall. He heard a knocking behind him, and in a split second he was facing the door, his sword in front of him. The door was open, and there was nobody else in the room, which, naturally, made his heart beat ten times faster.Move on, keep moving. The faster he walked, the sooner he got out of the place.Music room, dining room, kitchen — each room got a note posted, and then Charles was out of there. The scullery and butler’s pantry were pitch black; only the whistling of the wind from distant open windows could be heard. Charles opted to keep his sword out as he wanted to be ready if something were to happen. He was grateful for this, as while he was walking, something flew toward him and Charles sliced it in half without another thought, slamming a note on the wall and running at full speed to the next room. He leaned over, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. As much as he didn’t want to, he turned around, looking inside the room for whatever he’d hit. It could’ve been a person, and with his current job, he felt he had to make sure whatever it was wasn’t a human.Good, it was a bird. Typically, Charles would’ve felt guilt at just mindlessly killing the thing, however, he had no time to as he dashed to the next room.He made a mental note to himself. Don’t ever, ever make bets again. Ever.Library, study, bathroom, first bedroom — all creepy, but went without a hitch. The second bedroom Charles went in seemed to be a small child’s room; a nursery, maybe. There were several children’s toys scattered about, as well as a small bed in the corner.Oh, lovely.On the bed was a doll missing one eye — Charles swore the other eye was staring into his soul. He posted the note and walked out, shaking like a leaf and keeping his sword in front of himself. His legs and back ached, but he wouldn’t stop moving until he was out of that place. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh bedrooms — Charles just leaned in, not even looking and tacked a piece of paper next to each door. Only the recreational room to go.One more, and I’m out of here.He glanced into the room and could’ve sworn there was someone in the corner — it looked like a child. As terrified as he was, not taking a breath, shaking and heart beating like no other — he was a member of Queen Victoria’s Private Secretarial Officers, and he had a duty in his country. He felt he had to make sure the child was okay, if not only for honorable purposes. He took a small step toward them, being as silent as he could. The window was open, and the slightest sound of wind whistling past it made Charles jump and glare toward the window. That in itself wasn’t a big deal, it was when he turned toward the child, and the figure was gone. He almost fainted, quickly doing a 360 and making sure the child wasn’t there.No, they most definitely aren’t.He heard a slam, and although he knew it was just the wind closing the door, he let out a small shriek and slashed with all his might toward the door. After realizing this wasn’t doing anything, he grabbed the handle, sprinting out of the room and dropping the last paper in the process. He sprinted down the staircase, bolting out of the front doors of the mansion. He didn’t care that he’d completed his penalty, he didn’t care that there was honor in doing so. The only thing he cared about was getting away from there and being around some people. He needed to go home, to be in his own bed. After he’d gotten there, after he’d gotten in bed, he let a couple tears fall. Although it was just the wind, although it was just a bird, a doll, a shadow — the poor man was scarred for life.He took a few deep breaths, he regained his composure and deduced that he was being ridiculous. Come on, Charles. I need to get it together. I’m acting childish. Yeah, I’m definitely right. No more bets. Ever.The Haunted Mansion
VERY RARE ITEM HE'D LOVE TO OWN: An albino crocodile. He feels represented by them (bonus if they have dark patches).
FAVORITE TYPE OF WEATHER: Cold weather! He loves winter (it also looks really good on him) and wearing long sleeves.
FAVORITE THING TO DO AT NIGHT: Try not to die while lying in bed and ignoring the ghosts. He’s not really a fan of nighttime because of his fears, but he loves to sleep, so… he’ll try to sleep. He also likes to watch the sky and feel the cold until he imagines a lot of bad things coming through his window.
When you earn Grey’s loyalty, you have his amity (friendship). When you earn Grey’s respect, you have his devotion.
Grey is fond of English, Indian, (especially lamb skewers) and Spanish cuisine. (He likes to show off, doing fancy tricks with the skewers until Phipps threatens to confiscate them and Grey shuts up.)
Charles Grey is probably one of those fools on the internet who goes scared shitless about the chain messages and he actually believes that he’ll be haunted if he doesn’t pass it onto others.
Grey’s careless, free-wheeling manner has charmed many women, both noble and common, though there are few he genuinely respects. On top of that very short list is Lizzy, and according to Grey, “It’s not so much her ability that impresses me as it is her devotion and delight. She’s such fun to fight with — all frivolity and steel and rosy-cheeked euphoria. In fact, I think I know her better than anyone — including her brat of a fiancé. When Midford’s on the field, she holds nothing back — she’s free and strong and she — well, she certainly doesn’t bore me.”
Grey is a proud English national and a proponent of “effective colonialism.” He was disdainful of the Belgian king Leopold II for exploiting his native workers in the Congo because “he could have gotten more labor — and profit — out of them if he’d been less of an idiot and more of a gentleman.” (Grey’s referring to the fact that if the Congolese didn’t work “hard enough” their hand was chopped off which, in retrospect, makes no sense if you’re trying to create a more efficient labor force.) Unlike Phipps, Grey doesn’t like to read. Much. His favorite authors include Mary Shelley, Irish satirist Jonathan Swift (“The only Irishman with half a bit of sense”), and Robert Louis Stevenson who authored Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde. He isn’t a fan of fantasy or moral philosophy and is, in fact, a staunch realist — though he’s also a “reluctant fan” of Charlotte Brontë, even if he found her novel “sentimental and improbable… at least her heroine [Jane Eyre] had a modicum of common sense.” He has a very low opinion of Ciel Phantomhive not because of the child’s snobbery or cruel mechanizations (which Grey also employs from time to time) but because he views Ciel as “lifeless, dispassionate, and hopelessly boring… the antithesis of his fiancée, who most likely stays with him out of habit or something else equally inane.” Grey thinks the opera is “the most pointless bout of screeching and fawning ever to be invented… not even infants are half so aggravating.” He is, however, a fan of the Russian ballet. (“Athleticism and grace… at least their gaudy displays can be forgiven in favor of coordinated movement.”)
When he was a child, Grey longed to one day study under Francis Phantomhive — the world fencing champion — and finally got his chance after graduating from Weston. At Weston, Phipps had such good standing with the vice principal and professors that he managed to bail Grey out of a possible suspension more than once. (Reason? Inciting violence and defeating Weston’s fencing instructor time and time again.) As a end of the year prank, Grey and Phipps doused the main corridors of Weston with palm oil. They then set up an array of chairs nearby and invited all the students of Greenhouse outside so they could “enjoy the show.” Phipps brought along tea, biscuits, and binoculars for everyone. (They were only saved from expulsion thanks to Grey’s new status as butler to her majesty, Queen Victoria — who thought the entire incident “quite amusing.” Probably because her own son, future Edward VII, used to be a student of Greenhouse.) Grey was recruited by the queen at age 17 when a high-ranking member of the House of Lords complained about Earl Grey’s “excessively talented — and hot-headed — son” causing riots and violence in the streets of London. Victoria sent John Brown to scope out the young man and then set up a fencing tournament, hired foreign assassins, and watched as Grey managed to decimate both his opponent and the hired guns in a matter of minutes. The very next day, he received a handwritten offer by her majesty to become part of her personal staff. Privately, Francis set up a match between 18-year-old Grey and 8-year-old Lizzy; initially Grey was stunned (and insulted) that he would have to duel “a mere child” and Lizzy, amused by Grey’s words, offered him first parry. Grey lunged, Lizzy executed a perfect block, and for nearly twenty minutes the two battled neck and neck until Grey managed to edge Lizzy out with a contre-sixte parry. From then on Grey kept a keen eye on her; he considers Lizzy his greatest challenge and most “entertaining” opponent. He inherited the earldom from his father at age 19. His estates and affairs are managed by two key people — his butler, Zachariah (an American Civil War veteran) and his illegitimate half-sister, Eliza Courtney. (Her mother, Georgiana — the duchess of Devonshire — is the ancestor of Diana, Princess of Wales.)
Grey is a proud English national and a proponent of “effective colonialism.” He was disdainful of the Belgian king Leopold II for exploiting his native workers in the Congo because “he could have gotten more labor — and profit — out of them if he’d been less of an idiot and more of a gentleman.” (Grey’s referring to the fact that if the Congolese didn’t work “hard enough” their hand was chopped off which, in retrospect, makes no sense if you’re trying to create a more efficient labor force.) Unlike Phipps, Grey doesn’t like to read. Much. His favorite authors include Mary Shelley, Irish satirist Jonathan Swift (“The only Irishman with half a bit of sense”), and Robert Louis Stevenson who authored Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde. He isn’t a fan of fantasy or moral philosophy and is, in fact, a staunch realist — though he’s also a “reluctant fan” of Charlotte Brontë, even if he found her novel “sentimental and improbable… at least her heroine [Jane Eyre] had a modicum of common sense.” He has a very low opinion of Ciel Phantomhive not because of the child’s snobbery or cruel mechanizations (which Grey also employs from time to time) but because he views Ciel as “lifeless, dispassionate, and hopelessly boring… the antithesis of his fiancée, who most likely stays with him out of habit or something else equally inane.” Grey thinks the opera is “the most pointless bout of screeching and fawning ever to be invented… not even infants are half so aggravating.” He is, however, a fan of the Russian ballet. (“Athleticism and grace… at least their gaudy displays can be forgiven in favor of coordinated movement.”)
When he was a child, Grey longed to one day study under Francis Phantomhive — the world fencing champion — and finally got his chance after graduating from Weston. At Weston, Phipps had such good standing with the vice principal and professors that he managed to bail Grey out of a possible suspension more than once. (Reason? Inciting violence and defeating Weston’s fencing instructor time and time again.) As a end of the year prank, Grey and Phipps doused the main corridors of Weston with palm oil. They then set up an array of chairs nearby and invited all the students of Greenhouse outside so they could “enjoy the show.” Phipps brought along tea, biscuits, and binoculars for everyone. (They were only saved from expulsion thanks to Grey’s new status as butler to her majesty, Queen Victoria — who thought the entire incident “quite amusing.” Probably because her own son, future Edward VII, used to be a student of Greenhouse.) Grey was recruited by the queen at age 17 when a high-ranking member of the House of Lords complained about Earl Grey’s “excessively talented — and hot-headed — son” causing riots and violence in the streets of London. Victoria sent John Brown to scope out the young man and then set up a fencing tournament, hired foreign assassins, and watched as Grey managed to decimate both his opponent and the hired guns in a matter of minutes. The very next day, he received a handwritten offer by her majesty to become part of her personal staff. Privately, Francis set up a match between 18-year-old Grey and 8-year-old Lizzy; initially Grey was stunned (and insulted) that he would have to duel “a mere child” and Lizzy, amused by Grey’s words, offered him first parry. Grey lunged, Lizzy executed a perfect block, and for nearly twenty minutes the two battled neck and neck until Grey managed to edge Lizzy out with a contre-sixte parry. From then on Grey kept a keen eye on her; he considers Lizzy his greatest challenge and most “entertaining” opponent. He inherited the earldom from his father at age 19. His estates and affairs are managed by two key people — his butler, Zachariah (an American Civil War veteran) and his illegitimate half-sister, Eliza Courtney. (Her mother, Georgiana — the duchess of Devonshire — is the ancestor of Diana, Princess of Wales.)
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