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[center][i]"You wanted me. Here I am."[/i][/center]
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[color=DarkGray]Neil Gray[/color][/h1][/sub]
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[color=DarkGray]God of the Moon[/color][/center][/h1][/sub]
[colour=DarkGray][b]| 27  | 6'0 | Khonsu | Middle Eastern/Caucasian  | 140lb  | [/b][/colour][sub][h1][color=black][b]████████████████████████████[/b][right][b]████████████████[/b][/right][/color][center][color=black]PANTHEON HERE [/color]
[color=DarkGray]Egyptian[/color][/center][/h1][/sub]

[i]Khonsu is the Egyptian god of the moon and time. He is often thought of as a protectorate and a god of healing, this was not always the case however as early parts of Egyptian history characterise him as violent and bloodthirsty. in the Cannibal Hymn he is referred to as "Khonsu who lives on hearts". Commonly he is thought of as a compassionate god nowadays. His name, while in dispute, is most often seen as meaning "to travel" which refers to his journeys across the sky to the moon. In spite of conflicting information, Khonsu is most commonly seen as a defender who watches over fellow travellers in the night, as well as being depicted in multiple radically different mortal aspects or associating with fellow gods in his pantheon.[/i][/center]
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[center][color=black]APPEARANCE [/color][/center]
[center][color=DarkGray]APPEARANCE[/color][/center]
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[center][i]"Appearances are often deceiving."[/i][/center]
[indent]Gray is a worrisome presence to be sure, years of living among the streets drifting from place to place have left him looking perpetually dishevelled and unapproachable. His hair is long, shaggy and unwashed and reaches down to his neck. His stubble is patchy and uneven as though it has been shaved improperly with a switchblade, which is a safe bet. His face in general carries a number of nicks and scars from everywhere to his lips and chin to his cheeks and forehead. Not helping his unwelcoming visage is the perpetual half-smile or neutral placid expression on his face.

Being homeless of course doesn't give Gray a wide variety of fashion options. He is always dressed in a faded green field jacket which is several sizes too big for him and always closed. A pair of scuffed up dark brown khakis and a pair of well worn black boots on his feet, his khaki pants always tucked in to protect them from muck and rain. If of course the weather takes a turn for the worst he will opt to put on a maroon beanie and some fingerless black wool gloves.

A look at Gray may lead a person to the conclusion that he was handsome, once. While he formerly had an unremarkable but at least healthy build it has now given way to a far more lithe almost teetering on emaciated figure. 

Not that they are seen by anyone due to the bagginess of his clothing but he also carries a few tattoos on his person. a chain that swirls around his left arm from his shoulder to his hand and the head of a falcon on the palm of his right hand.[/indent][/cell][/row][/table][sub][h2][color=black][b]██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████[/b][right][b]█████████[/b][/right][/color][center][color=black]PERSONALITY [/color]
[color=DarkGray]PERSONALITY[/color][/center][/h2][/sub]
[center][i]"Truly. I interest you so?"[/i][/center]
[indent]Vague, elusive, eccentric. If one were being polite this would be some of the keywords they would use to describe Gray. More commonly however the keyword is 'freak'.

Gray is, for human standards never mind a bum, unfailingly polite and patient with people. But it comes with an unnerving serenity, an unblinking gaze and slightly cocked smile that consistently seems to allude that Gray is privy to far more than his conversation partner could comprehend. Gray is passive even in the face of verbal or, rarely, physical confrontation. It could be owed to a lifetime of substance abuse and/or some form of mental condition but Gray could also possibly do it as a defence mechanism. In his mind it is easier to let people vent at him than it is to challenge.

Gray is very often lethargic or deliberate and to the point in his manner of speaking. As said he is polite but he is also tactlessly blunt at times. Owing it to others to be kind yet give his honest thoughts and opinions should he need to, this couple with his previously mentioned misinterpreted condescension to people typically ends in him being dismissed if he's lucky. But then all this is assuming the average person would even desire to talk to him at all.

There is a darker side to Gray. While appearing outwardly calm and disengaged with reality he is actually quite melancholic in ways he himself has never understood. Self-destruction is his most frequently recurring fault. Diluting his senses and feelings through drugs or putting the happiness and comfort of others far above his own. It may sound selfless but Gray himself frequently struggles to discern if his personality is true kindness or if he simply enjoys the idea of him being kind. While he projects an aura of control and understanding, Gray is a wreak within, struggling with issues of self-doubt, isolation and at his darkest, regarding himself as something less than human.[/indent]

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[color=DarkGray]BACKSTORY[/color][/center][/h2][/sub]
[center][i]"Look at your hands. Cared for. Respectable. Clean. My hands? Not so much."[/i][/center]
[indent]A businessman - flushed with cash from some recent financial success and intoxicated on an expenses paid vacation from the company. Decided to celebrate in America the only way a single rich man could, excessive proposition of prostitutes. Of course one thing led to another as these situations are want to do and one of his conquests of the night ended up bearing a child. Gray was never sure if perhaps she couldn't bring herself to get rid of him or if she tried and it didn't take. All he knows is that his knowledge of his parents ends there and picks up to where he becomes a ward of the state.

Gray was raised in St. Agnes orphanage, a strictly catholic orphanage that had sermons and Sunday school sessions as mandatory parts of their charges routines. As he was left there as an infant, the staff took it upon themselves to christen and name him Neil Gray - Gray being one of their go to surnames for when they were given a completely unnamed child. As he grew, Gray was noted to have difficulty expressing himself, not even saying his first word until he was a year and a half old and requiring on and off speech therapy when he was younger. Despite this however, he was seen as a happy and friendly - if somewhat shy - member of the orphanage.

It was a surprise then to the staff when as he reached high school age he seemed to regress inward as his studies passed him by. As far as they discerned from teachers he wasn't any trouble nor was he being treated poorly by his classmates. He simply seemed to switch off when at school. In spite of their many attempts otherwise the nuns at the orphanage could not seem to get Neil to take his studies seriously and with an orphanage full of children of varying ages, he couldn't be prioritised over them either. As he neared his eighteenth birthday it became increasingly clear Neil was not graduating from high school.

Then he left.

They had been kind to him and he was privately sorry to have let them down but schooling did not ever make sense to Gray, he didn't understand it and in his mind it had made it perfectly clear it didn't understand him. He hugged the nuns and pastors who had ostensibly been his family, shook the hands of his friends and left St. Agnes. Then walked. Walked in whatever direction took his fancy. Left the town, left the city, left the country. Gone.

The initial years were difficult. Adapting to new customs and a vastly different manner of living, Gray was spaced out and moved from place to place, taking whatever jobs he scrounged up and sleeping in anyplace he was able, from the kindness of strangers to on a soiled mattress under the stars. It suited him well enough, new people new places. He got smarter and more attuned to it as the years went by. How to scrounge up a decent meal if need be, how to make a dollar last several days, who to talk to and what to say when he arrived in a new place. He was a nomad and that was fine enough for him.

But then, as it often does, life came in to complicate things for him. It began small. Strange distorted visions through the eyes of other people that Gray continued to write off as dreams or bad trips and lingering highs. But it eventually became undeniable to him when his hand shot out a short beam of pure white light in the middle of a full moon.

Thinking it was about time to leave and trying to wrap his head over how his simple existence had became so cluttered and confusing to him yet again, he set off for the bright distant lights of New York City. Even if he'd wanted to put the strangeness behind him (and he did) it became a complete non option when he woke up one morning in an alley to find a letter placed deliberately on his chest. Inviting him, by name. Finding him in the middle of basically nowhere. Telling him that despite his repeated attempts in life to act otherwise. He was important.[/indent]

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[center][i]"I preferred to simply be Gray. I will never truly be again."[/i][/center]
[indent][b][colour=DarkGray]Light Beams:[/colour][/b] Perhaps playing on Khonsu's dominion over the moon, Gray's main form of offensive capabilities is a light shining through the darkness. The beams are slightly situational, they pack a decent punch regardless but require an effort-ed swing of the arm to be called forth, are a little slower moving than you'd expect basically a laser to be and are powered partially by the cycle of the moon. This goes both ways however, as the moon is closer to shining fully to the earth so to does the beam brighten and become whiter in colour as well as doing a considerably larger amount of damage.

[b][colour=DarkGray]Stains Of Time:[/colour][/b] What was, what may be and what will be. Gray is still technically a mortal body however so able to mentally cope with the power of a god of time he is not. More accurate to describe these instances would be flashes, occuring at random and typically being more hurt than help. Unique among the other Returned is that Khonsu's dominion over time gives Gray occasional glimpses into the eyes of past incarnations to memories from Khonsu himself.[/indent]

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[center][i]"Divinity. With a cost, of course."[/i][/center]
[indent]As stated, Gray's visions of the past and future are extremely temperamental and mostly random. He struggles to maintain a hold on these visions also, likening them as similar to dreams, with only extremely noteworthy or visceral visions managing to be held on to and remembered. Furthermore, glimpses into the future can only seem to show what [i]might[/i] be most of the time. In general, whether perhaps due to his drug use or simply mortal frame, Gray seems to also give the impression of only scratching the surface of the abilities Khonsu has bestowed him and seems unwilling to experiment further with them.[/indent]

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[center][i]"Until we meet again."[/i][/center]
[indent]The insight to past incarnations has greatly worsened Gray's feelings of self doubt and distress. He has seen people who are and are not him be cruel and kind in equal measure. Whether due to Khonsu's nature or his own he is unsure, but the knowledge of this nauseates him.[/indent][/hider]