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Corrigan Grayhope

You can know what I know if you've been what I've been.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Confessee Turned Confessor
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Grayhope
Gender: male
Marital Status: Single
Age: 26
Birthday: 7/3
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Charlatan
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: chestnut
Eye Color: pale green
Skintone: fair

Description: Tousled waves of dark chestnut hair fall forward over his high forehead, centered by thick, dark eyebrows whose expressiveness is dynamic. Corrigan's hair is warm in hue and soft and thick in texture, with a tendency to get into his eyes except in that perfect window of time within the first two or three days after a haircut. His eyes are unusually arresting: large, clear and pale, a light-washed green in hue, like sunlight reflected through the veins of summer leaves. His lips are thin, pale pink, with features whose planes and angles suggest an understated delicacy, which is only undercut by a tendency of his to leave his sculpted features obscured beneath gathering scruff across his jaw and chin and lip.

(Corrigan's nose looks to have been broken rather recently, and forcibly wrenched back into position.)

Personality: Confessor Corrigan is a guy with a lot of shade in his past and a lot of snark in his future, halfway to hardboiled. Quick witted and sharp, little gets past him, and few opportunities for a glib remark pass him by. He has little patience for self-pity and does not suffer fools gladly; he has a tendency to privilege his own pain over what others have or could experience. That said, he also has little tolerance in self-pity in himself, either, and applies his sarcastic humor to himself with the lash of self-deprecation as often as he flips casual insult towards others. There are few situations in which he can't find some kind of lighter side, even if his sense of humor can be appreciably black. I mean, you've got to laugh, right?

Background: As one of several sons of Kelda Grayhope, Corrigan wanted for little as a boy. His mother was ambitious to improve the social and financial affairs of the family and she threw herself into doing that, enhancing the Grayhopes' position in the merchant class by hook or by crook. The emphasis was on the crook; by the time Corrigan was 13, he knew way too much about the borders between the Upper Boroughs and the Lower, and by the time he was 15, he'd already been a drug runner for several smuggling operations. Kelda was firmly ensconced in selling legitimate wares and laundering money for the family business. Corrigan was involved in literally everything.

When he was nineteen, he ran afoul of the Inquisition tracking down dirt on Kelda, and a particularly clever and rather surly Inquisitor offered Corrigan a choice, an out: information in exchange for an absence of the less than savory methods the Inquisition might bring to bear. His subornment was mild at first. He turned over information in dribs and drabs, never enough to tip off the family or really enough to do much for the Inquisition. But treachery is a slippery slope, and his ability to burn the candle at both ends ended pretty sharply and sourly a few years into the proposition. Unable to make more traditional charges stick on Kelda when she disavowed all connection to everything even under torture, the Inquisition ultimately took Kelda as a witch for violating Limerance's Fourth Law. Ultimately, Corrigan's internal cover was compromised and he was forced to choose which life would be his: the investigator's life, taking confessions, or the criminal's, avoiding them. It was a complicated decision that he reached, but with a family that would not take him back, Corrigan chose to crusade against his own former life instead.

Name Summary
Alessia An inquisitor in a bar fight? It's a pity I missed the bulk of it.
Auda The snark is real, and so very amusing. Drinking with him never fails to be a good time.
Austen I am not completely sure if he is mean or if he is perfectly lovely. It was very difficult to tell in the moments in which I saw him. He did, however, throw a drink at Goodwoman Revell and I am not sure I approve.
Cornelius Apparently he has a very interesting romantic life? I do not care. But he is a pretty fellow, and I imagine such must charm dirty potato-grubbers and noblewomen looking to get dirty alike.
Esme He amuses me. Not many people truly amuse me. This could be good or bad, depending on the type of amusement that I'm feeling. We shall, obviously, be most famously best friends soon. Obviously.
Evaristo The famous Corrigan! Or infamous? Either or, I should probably not rile him up.
Faye A hardworking and persistent Confessor, and a good ally to have at my back.
Gerald Clever. Probably thinks he's more clever than he is, but interesting. Of course, it's probably unwise to underestimate the fellow. Layers, I suspect.
Hamish Isn't he the Grayhope that the Grayhopes have disowned? Yikes.
Jules The ability to keep the peace can be extremely difficult when powerful people are around each other and there's an escalation. Corrigan seems the type who might almost relish the ability to cause that bristle but it's hard to confirm what is intentional and what is perceived as a slight. Being a Grayhope may incline him to see slights more easily. Best to walk a fine line if possible.
Kaldur A Confessor who'd do better listening than talking. That's what they do isn't it? Actually. I'm not totally sure. Mouthy.
Korka An incorrigible flirt and the main reason there are so many young men and women that are desperate for a little thumbscrewing. I like him.
Lucene His relationship with Tanith reminds me of the one I got with my own cousin. Just with more shitty quips and more thrown pots. Deserved, probably.
Magpie Magpie has difficult feelings when it comes to someone that betrays the family and joins the opposition. And how can he ever truly trust the highest ranking confessor in the Inquisition? Then again, he's still family. Very difficult. Difficult feelings.
Martino Speaks fine and with good confidence in a room of confident people. Added in their opinion, with a tint of their upbringing attached, which gives good diversity into the room. Fine fellow for that.
Mikani Inquisitors need to be doubly sure they have blood off their face. Or the populace will wonder about their hygiene.
Nanette Seems like he has a sharp wit, or perhaps he just got lucky once or twice. If I ever meet him when he's less tired, perhaps I can solve the mystery of which it is. For someone not of the Peerage, he and his confessors sure do move around like they own whatever place they set foot in. Perhaps a lesson in manners and proper etiquette is in order. Or, that's what I would say if I were my mother. I don't particularly care either way, but I'd like my gallery not to stink of tobacco in the future.
Nina I didn't speak with him much at the Lowers party, but judging from his cloak and how seriously he took the investigation game everyone was playing he must work with the Inquisition. It's good to know they are around to protect us!
Olivian A Grayhope Inquisitor. I am sure that he's a hit at family dinners. Quiet, messy hair, tried to downplay his occupation. Interesting.
Raja An inquisitor. Need I say more? Gotta be wary around these folk. They are crafty.
Ras Sharp in a lot of ways. Dunno yet if he's really a bully with that badge or if he just pretends like Korka but - not a guy to get comfy around, that's for sure.
Revell Handsome. Witty. Inquisitor. I hate him. If he could at least drop the pet name..
Rinel The man gave a starving child one of her boots as a joke. Unspeakable slime is too kind a word for his like.
Rosalind I thought he may have been a jerk when he first brought up my obvious injuries. But--he meant nothing cruel about it, he just has a way that you have to get by first. I get it! I think...
Rukhnis Evidently his mother never told him to shut the door behind him when he comes in. Or more likely she did, a thousand times a thousand, before simply giving up in disgust and possibly leaving him upon the streets to be raised by wild dogs.
Samira A Grayhope but also a member of the Inquisition, which means he's one to keep an eye on. Not sure I'd ever fully trust him, but anyone who says the Culler are 'alright' has at least some good sense, right?
Sirius Some manner of hobgoblin whose formative years were spent, I'm sure, up to no good.
Svana A true dickhead if I've ever met one. I hope none of his body parts ever wash ashore; t'would be a shame.
Sydney It's difficult to get the measure of a man when a flung pot is bouncing off of his face. He's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. At least he bruises prettily.
Tanith Gods save me from this one. Family, aye, but what a jerk. Why does he have to be so clever?
Verity Being an inquisitor must do something to a person's sense of humor. Maybe it's all the torture? Fortunately I like mean jokes all the same.
Veronica I respect someone who can banter happily while being attacked by horrible unearthly mutant creatures. It usually means they'll be together enough to get the job done when nobody else can, and Corrigan is exactly that kind of person.
Wulfrum An Inquisitor with a remarkable ability to recover from head trauma. But does he know it will bruise?
Zoey A bit of a grump and seems to lack faith in people. I wonder who first made him feel that way.