KING, grubbs iwan.

[kyr]

TWENTY. LOCAL. BISEXUAL. SARDONIC. MATT MOANA.
( GRUBITSCH IWAN KING )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

likes. self done piercings & tattoo 's , deftones , edward scissor hands , gore , debauchery , the crow ( movie ) , reptiles , s&m , manga , rob zombie , prescription drugs , paganism , solitude , video games , sex , marilyn manson , vanilla , psycho billy , mortuary science 's , house , the rain , sharks , good metal , gothic culture , the lost boys - 1987 , johnny depp , staying up all night , white chocolate , exploring haunted houses , gumbo , fable two , energy drinks , silent bob & jay , his pet rat splinter.

dislikes. nerds , homophobics , guys under six feet , cats , pickle jar lids are satans work , constantly being sick , popcorn , thunder storms , nosy and bossy people , unkept beards & messy hair , hangovers , preachers , getting embarrassed , infected piercings , anger fits , bad trips , coffee , birds , ouija boards , girls who pretend they are drunk , hospitals , waking up in random places from drinking too much , staying indoors all day , mint flavor anything , sea food , clingers , sleep walking.

personality traits. cheeky , self centered , rude , cautious, sardonic , short tempered , resentful , stubborn , mouthy.


history.
Grubitsch was born on a gloomy October day by a Eli King, in no other than a grimey back room at a strip club in London. It was one of those rare ' i didn 't know i was pregnant ' scenario's. But in terms of simple respect, Grubbs was an alarming mistake. He would be the first and last of the King children. In the meantime, the horror of the reality of this, where she was giving birth on a shabby sofa at her work, and being helped by an exotic dancer named Candy, came crashing down upon Eli 's head as she quickly remembered of all the alcohol abuse she did to herself and feared for the worse for this baby. After being rushed to the hospital and the doctors having a look at the baby, the doctors declared the child was blind. Other than that, the lad was indeed healthy. As the boy grew up and to Eli 's greatest fear, Grubbs started to look more and more like his father - a flesh and blood reminder of the man that knocked Eli up in the back of some tour bus. Never would her son know his father and these were the cold hard facts that would forever nest in the back of her mind - plagued by guilt. Let me enlighten you how the two young folks met. For starters, Eli was one of those serious groupie 's whom made it a goal to sleep with as many rockstars as she possibly could, as if it was something like an accomplishment in life to do so. And secondly the two ' hit it off ' after one of the man 's shows and took her back to his bus for a few drinks.

The childs characteristics' were so unlike the loud mouth, obnoxious and crude man that would be his father but rather, withdrawn and quiet. Seldom did he ever talk to people, even his own mother. Which sent Eli into panic thinking something was wrong with her boy and constantly got him checked by numerous of other doctors. Good news came to Eli after she found that Grubbs wasn 't blind after he was able to walk around without her help, but it wasn't until he turned eight before he started to speak and it wasn't much. A few short sentences, normally demands of what he needed. During his years in Elementary school, he was known as the ' freak ' because he wasn't like most children and never made friends, and no one actually enjoyed being around him. Not that he wanted to, he was far too caught up with his own things. He was deeply fascinated with zombie films, a genre of music called psychobilly, insects and animals, and strangely enough mortuary science. Death, yet another thing that was intriguing to him raised concern from his teachers and was quickly thrown into the hands of a doctor named Allan Morrison.

It was in this time he found out that his mother had cancer. He was told by a family friend. Distraught by the news, it seemed his entire persona changed in a matter of days. And things weren 't looking up for Eli with her continuous visits and over night stays at the hospital. During a humid and hot day in July, she was released from the hospital and was going to be taken care of by her son. But this only lasted a month and some before she passed away in her sleep. She was only thirty four.

With no other family or friends to turn to, he went to his doctor. Morrison offered the boy to come live with him and Grubbs accepted. The two moved to California, seeing as how the boy needed a fresh new start on his life. The two have been living in sunny Cali for more than a year or two now and Grubbs got a job at a local pub as a bus boy - nothing exciting happened to his life since he left his homeland, he's just trying to save up enough money to travel and get on with his music career.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's kyr and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about októ chrónia. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up at [e-mail]. i'm also in pacific time just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, n/a!

( from another site. )

Grubitsch walked back in through the back door of the pub after his break was over. Grabbing up his apron off the hook on the wall, he pulled it over his head and tied it around his waist. Quickly washing his hands in the sink he made his way behind the bar to pick up a tray and wash cloth before setting out to clean up tables.
The bar was alive tonight and loud chatter came from the patrons surrounding themselves around their tables with drinks and food. Few were at the pool table having a game while two females stood infront of the jukebox. 'Beautiful Liar' by Beyonce and Shakira was chosen after awhile of silent aruging by the ladies.

Grubbs inwardly cringed at the pick. Some of the songs that were selected over the past week have become .. unbearble. He'd rather listen to something over than ' Toxic ' by Britney Spears and, ' Fergalicious' by Fergie. He watched as, what he thought would be, one of the girls boyfriend went over to try and change the song. Good luck, mate.

Turning his gaze away from them he picked up a plate of half eaten nacho's and set that on his tray before wiping down the table. He paused when a different scent caught his attention and he peered through dark locks. A man, probably in his forties stumbled into the pub. Grubbs watched the other as he made his way towards the bar and ordered a drink. He recognized the guy from when he kicked him out a few nights ago from being too intoxicated. He 'd make sure to keep a careful eye on him.

After his tray was full of empty cups and more food trays, he walked over towards the bar and wandered into the back to dump the garbage out and put the cups and plates in the dirty pile. Drying his hands off on his apron he walked back out to find Adora Kouris, the owner of the pub trying to get the man from before to stop from climbing over the bar counter. He knew she wouldn't have any troubles in the matter before the man put his hands on her breasts.

" Oh, jus ' a wee peek .. , " The man slurred before Adora slapped him across the face.

" You will not touch me, Sir. " She snapped angrily. " I will ask you to leave. Now. "

A low growl errupted from deep in Grubbs chest and he quickly strided over.

" Ya bitch ! " The drunk snarled and went to punch her before Grubbs had his fingers wrapped around the male's throat and shoved him back stumbling over his feet. He could hear Adora yelling at him to stop, but he wasn't listening as he leaped over the table and tackled the man back into a table. A loud crash sounded as the legs of the table snapped and they went down.

Drinks were spilled over them and the men seated around the table quickly got up and stepped back.

He slugged the drunkard in the face a few times before he felt hands on him to tug him off. Snarling he tried to bite the closest arm that got near but missed just as the back of his shirt was gripped. Eventually he was let off and thrown back on his arse with a yelp.

Shaking his head roughly he got to his feet and adjusted his shirt just as Adora came towards him. She was a short French woman, with long blonde hair that was pulled back into a messy bun atop her head, a few tendrils loose. Her blue eyes narrowed at Grubbs who had to look away. Before she could get a word out he was already on his way towards the back.

He sensed her presence behind him.

" You need to control that temper of yours, " Adora said as she adjusted her sweater around herself, clearly still embarrassed by what had happened. " Gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble one day. "

" He was insulting you, " Grubbs mumbled, his Russian accent making it hard to understand. He glanced down to watch as he picked at his nails. " Had to do something .. "

Adora sighed and threw the rag down onto the counter. " I know, mon cher, I know .. but you cannot throw our clientele around like rag dolls. " She paused to look back towards the bar where the man was being 'helped' up by her sons. She snorted. " I appreciate your concern but my boys could of had taken care of it. "

Grubbs glanced over, following the others gaze to her three sons, the triplets. All in same height of six feet six and pure lean muscle, they are something you don't ever want to mess with. Even Grubbs knew when to keep his mouth shut around the sons. He watched as the boys grabbed hold of the man and lead him towards the door, showing him the way out in a non so friendly manner. Grubbs knew the Adora and her family were more than capable of handling things, but he still thought it was the right time for him to step up.

" But maman - "

" No buts, " She cut it quickly, before the wolf cub could start on one of his rants. Adora came towards him to reach up and place a hand on his shoulder. " You are already close to being banished, Grubbs, " She said softly and gently patted the boy on the cheek. " I really don't want to lose you. " She motioned the boy to lean down a bit for she could peck his cheek. " And you, my boy, have to stop growing ! Almost as tall as Papa. "

He snorted at that. That was clearly far from the truth that Adora made about her husband, Aubert, compared to him. Or what everyone else calls him as Papa. Grubbs was no where close to being as tall or as strong as the male who stands roughly at seven feet.

That aside, Grubbs reached out to take the tray off from Adora. " I should get back to work. "

" Non, I think - - , " She said while taking the tray back and setting it on the counter. " You should go home. "

He nodded and reached around to untie the apron to hand off to Adora who stood their with her hand outstretched. He was kind of happy he got to go home. He wasn't feel top notch for awhile now and just wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep.

After washing up he changed out of his work uniform and into a pair of skinny jeans, a Godsmack tee untucked and a pair of warn out looking Doc Marten boots. Adora stopped him to pass a tupperware bowl into his hands. He frowned and looked down at it, but he already knew what it was by the spicy smell.

" And don't forget that gumbo Anna made for ya," She said with a wag of her finger. The boy offered her a small smile and lifted the plastic bowl up to peer into it. " Hope she remembered no shrimp this time. Merci, maman." He put an arm around the tiny woman and hugged her gently before shrugging on his jean jacket then walked out the door and into the night.

Once out on the streets, he set the plastic bowl down at his feet as he took out his cigarette pack and quickly lit one. He was still shaking a bit from his anger and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head three times - a trick Allan, his therapist, told him to do whenever he got to this state. It wasn't working. Taking a long drag, putting his pack and lighter back into his coat pocket, he reached down and scooped up the bowl and carried on. He would take the longer way back to the apartmant. A long walk and some fresh air would do him some good. He wouldn't want Allan to become a punching bag for him tonight.