Canyon App

PLAYER INFORMATION

✘ Name: Tyrant
✘ Age: 25+
✘ Contact:wonderfultyrant
✘ Character(s) currently in game: Victor Zsasz
✘ Favorite horror tropes/events: See Victor Zsasz App
✘ Limits/Triggers: See Victor Zsasz App
✘ Invited by: Naya

CHARACTER INFORMATION

✘ Name: Will Graham
✘ Canon: NBC Hannibal
✘ Canon Point: Mid S2 right after Will was released from Balitmore State Hospital

✘ Age: 38
✘ History: here
✘ Personality:

You're assigned a group project. What role do you end up taking?
I'm not very fond of group projects.

[One truth and a lie. Will longs for the protection and safety of a group because he depends on the checks and balances inside them. It's a metaphor really. He knows how badly he can descend if he's left on his own with no one there to watch out for him. It's most likely why he's so attached to the comfort and companionship of his dogs. Will functions better within a "pack" where he is never left alone with his fragile mental state.

In a group, Will would leave the leadership role to someone else. His ease of being influenced by otherwise would be too easily manipulated by those around him. Will doesn't have an extremely dominant personality when there are others with stronger ones in play. A perfect example of this would be Will in the presence of Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter. Both are very different in their displays of dominance over Will, but Will bends to their "wills" almost equally.

Will would most likely function the best as an agent of his own, however, with the oversight of a group to keep him in line. So he can work on his own but then reconvene after some time for the group's insight and balance.]

You have the chance to anonymously send a letter to someone who's wronged you in the past. What does it say?
I forgive you.

I know you didn't want to do what you had to do. I wasn't ready, or, I thought I wasn't prepared to make the choice I knew I was going to make. Despite everything, what I understand now and the pieces I had only just uncovered then, I wanted to do what I know was right. It meant putting you in a corner and, in order to have my cake and eat it too, I justified the means. You are honest in what you do even with the masks and the charade in your well-stitched person suit. I was not, I still think I am not entirely honest.

I found out a lot about myself in prison. I was able to catch a glimpse at exactly what you fear. To be put on display, to be picked at by dozens of doctors who have no fucking idea what they're doing. I got too close. I didn't understand yet, and you had to make me. I don't appreciate being played like that and having my own fears turned against me. But that's the only way to make a breakthrough, isn't it? Exposure therapy is a rather controversial thing.

Maybe I should resume my therapy.

Someone you admire very much has just done something you find reprehensible. How do you deal with the situation?
That seems to happen quite a lot. I don't know if there's something in the water, or just being in close proximity to me brings out the worst in people. I have a rather extensive list of what has been done to me or done with me knowing. I usually just hold my tongue. It's hard to find something reprehensible when you can understand what motivates a person to commit "bad" acts.

There's only ever been one time that someone, really, betrayed me. What they did was inexcusable and I nearly found a way to remove them from my life permanently. I acted irrationally. I was hurt and frustrated by my sudden helplessness and rather than try to understand, I shut all logical thought out. All I wanted to do was hurt them as badly as I felt they had wronged me. I think they were just trying to make me understand.

Because if they hadn't pinned me first, I would have done it to them. Sooner than later. It's hard to reconcile knowing you're still in pain after having someone act as your confidant then your executioner. Perhaps, they are one and the same. Who is there with you in your time of utter vulnerability to see you through to the other side?

I would say both, in their own way.

If you could achieve all your goals right now, what would your life look like?
I'd be retired, officially, from the FBI. Jack would hopefully have a new pet profiler working on his cases that doesn't suffer hallucinations like me.

Hannibal...Hannibal would be in custody. [No, Will doesn't think so. Not after everything he saw while he was imprisoned. Hannibal would be better off dead. The thing he values most in this life his that freedom, to take it from him would be worse than a death sentence. Will couldn't do that. Not after everything he's seen.]

I think I'd leave Wolf Trap and go someplace warmer. I don't think I'd go back to Louisiana, but Florida sounds nice and still close to family. I'd probably have my dogs, still, and maybe start up a boating repair business or something. I'm more of a handyman than a carpenter and I like fixing things. Yeah, that sounds pretty nice to me.

I never saw myself as being in a relationship, but, after Abigail, I don't know. I've given more thought to fatherhood and marriage and I'd like to hope that one day I will be. So, that's a pretty long-winded way of saying, I would live in Florida fixing boats, retired with a wife and a son or daughter. A few dogs too, but maybe not as many as I have now.

Someone tells you all your flaws. What did they tell you, and are they right or wrong?
They'd be right. They would probably tell me that I'm prone to instability and, in general, just unstable. That I'm antisocial despite the empathy disorder I possess and that even with my empathy I show little regard to the feelings of others or what is truly right and wrong. That I form attachments and have a depressive personality that leads me to seek friendship in ways or with things that can't reject me. For example, my dogs.

There's a lot I could go on to say. Plenty of people have told me of my faults, all of them are true. I've rarely met anyone who was ever wrong in their opinion of me. That's with the exception of Freddie's sensationalism. Hardly anything she says is true about me, or the stories she writes on. But this is about my faults, not hers.

I'm trying to work on myself, make sure that I keep the more distasteful parts of my personality under control. Sometimes it slips through. I have very few people in my life who have witnessed those parts of me and stayed. I'm very glad to have them around.

One day they'll get smart and leave. For now, however, I can appreciate the short amount of time I have with them.

✘ Type: Penumbral
✘ Powers:

Power 1: The Raven Stag - (Shadow Illusions) Born from Will's nightmarish hallucinations the Raven Stag will come out of the dark to protect its unstable maestro. The shadows will form the appearance of an enormous American elk with a thick plumage of feathers along its chest and hind-limbs. It takes a significant amount of energy to produce this visual monstrosity that will leave Will weak and prone to fainting after its appearance. While its appearance is terrifying, dripping inky blackness with void-less eyes, it can do little physical harm to those around Will. The amount of power it takes to form it leaves it, unfortunately, powerless. It will merely act as a barrier between Will and enemies.
Power 2: The Pack - (Emotional Manipulation) Dogs are man's best friend. However, these "dogs" are friends to one man above all. These auditory hallucinations are a collection of haunting howls and feral snarls of rabid dogs makes Cujo look like a teddy bear. Will never hunts alone with the shadowy wisps of dog-like phantoms at his heels. If one hears the distant call of a lonely wolf, it's best to turn the other way. Else unwitting victims will surely find themselves afraid and, worse, alone.
Power 3: The Great Red Dragon - (Shadow Control) The most ferocious of Will's newly acquired skills comes with an unfortunate catch. Not yet entirely accepting of his own powers, Will's control over the shadows is precarious at best. Shadow manipulation is a staple of most Penumbral's powers, however, with Will's conflicting mind, the tendrils of shadows seem to have a will of their own. A dark manifestation of Will's wanting it might be best to avoid him on a dark night, or else one might become an unwitting victim to Will's darker desires.

✘ Inventory: A flannel shirt covered in dog hair and a pair of glasses.
✘ Sample: here