Grayson is a grayscale and blue roan-tinted wandering beast with bone-white eyes. Often mistaken for her mother in terms of coloration, it isn't hard to recognize the beauty that the gray gladiator once possessed. With a beautiful blend of both parents in her physical makeup, she matches her father with his frightening achievement of height and hooked nose bridge. However, unlike her lean athletic patriarch and plush mother, Grayson appears to have been carved out of marble in her physique; standing with muscular legs and a brawn frame thanks to her prior years in The Keep.
However, some flawed details cannot be ignored, namely the eye-sore that is her face. While Gray often wishes to forget its presence, the grotesquely open scar stretching throughout the right side of her large head is impossible to ignore - blistering reds and torn gums that expose her teeth. She's been maimed with other tears and stab wounds, though not nearly as significant. Practically raised speaking the language, Grayson is fluent in Greek and English with a partial fluency in Russian. Despite Dematrius's hopes, Grayson has kept a semblance of her homeland's dialect.
She wishes that she was not so capable of such violent acts, and very rarely finds enjoyment out of it. But, it is all she knows - all she remembers. The call for vengeance and blood tribute is intoxicating, and so very difficult to beat. Regardless, it isn't all rainstorms - there is an introverted sense of humor within the Outlander and a dependability that others regularly bestow upon her when a hard decision must be made.
However, Nikolai had reached his first year of age, the time had come for him to be drafted. Grand Crotis, the capital city to the far South, had a notoriety of drafting young children to continue their war effort on the Eastern provinces. But, the hole that Nikolai left in Grayson's heart did not fill at the reasonings to why her brother had been swept from her grasp. For a year, she watched as her parents crumbled - her father in the worst of it. For the first time in the 13 years of his life, Boris stopped crafting. Stopped mending. Stopped smiling at the rise of a new day. He mourned at the bottom of his drunken indulgence. Angered and fueled with adolescent emotions, Grayson had found one of the many Crotian soldiers posted and broken out into a brawl. For her actions, she was taken to Grand Crotis to be tried and imprisoned.
- A slice to her left Achilles heel.
- Puncture wounds to the left shoulder.
- Mountain Lion scar across the abdomen to lower rib.