Town Opening: Coroner/Medical Examiner - Cemetery Security Housing: Abandoned houses Character Journal name: ~hauntedsoul Character Name: Graham Ross Character Age: 38 Character Played By: Andrew Lincoln
Character History and Personality:
Graham was born in the South, and his roots are still strong. His daddy was a policeman and his momma was a housewife, stay-at-home in aprons and dresses and a voice like an angel. They were the religious sort, church every Sunday and crucifixes on the wall; his momma especially believed in evil, believed that sometimes the dead were restless, and she had her ways of keeping them at bay. As a child Graham thought it was normal, he liked the candles and the prayers and his daddy humored his wife more often than not. He was a good man, everybody always said as much, and Graham wanted so bad to follow in his footsteps. He tried to be a good boy, too, but boys were rowdy and he and his friends ran all over the damn place when they were given freedom. He liked school, sure, but he was no great scholar, he did his homework most times and he never got into too much trouble save for the occasional scuffle on the playground.
As he got older, he started going out with his daddy on patrols, and those were the best days of his life. Sure, he played football and went joyriding with friends and flirted with girls, but he loved riding along in that cop car beside his daddy, Sheriff's badge shining on his chest.
Nothing bad happened. His daddy wasn't shot in the line of duty, neither was he a dirty cop. His momma didn't get sick, she kept on praying and telling her ghost stories whether anybody listened or not. Life was, for the most part, real steady.
And then Graham fell in love.
He was seventeen, in-between boy and man, and she was sixteen. Pretty, sweet, but there was a fire in her eyes that Graham just couldn't resist. It took too long for him to ask her out, but when he did everything seemed (in his mind) to click right into place. He thought she hung the moon and she kept him on his toes. They were young, though, real young, too damn young to be having a baby - but she got pregnant, told him one sticky night in her bedroom with her knees drawn up to her chest and her brown eyes filled with tears, said she wanted to keep it. And Graham, Graham agreed, because he loved her and he just wanted to see her smile again. Nine months later and the baby came, and life changed real fast. They had late nights, Graham worked wherever he could doing whatever he could do, he graduated high school, and while his folks didn't approve much they offered their support. More than her family did, anyway.
They got married when the baby was still just a baby, when she graduated high school, when Graham was working two hard labor jobs and trying to go back to school to become a cop. Times were tough but they were young, they were in love, and he doted on his child almost near as much as he doted on his wife.
It took a few years, but Graham ended up becoming a cop. His daddy, he was real proud, and his momma started praying more and more, talking to dead relatives that weren't there, nobody really noticed until it got real bad and by then it was too late.
She died in the spring, his momma, and his daddy was heartbroken. Graham was barely past twenty-five, reeling from the first real loss in his life, and when his daddy blew his brains out with his revolver just before Christmas - hell, anybody would lose it. He got real drunk, went on a bender, crashed his police car into a tree and by the mercy of God didn't hurt anybody but himself. It was a low point, both in his life and in his marriage, and in a perfect world things would've gotten better.
They did, sometimes. The next few years were ups and downs, Graham tried to be a good father, a good husband, a good cop, but he had his moments. Nights he stayed out too late, drank too much. Days he got a little too rough with criminals. His wife, she yelled, he just sat there in silence and let it all fester.
But still, they loved each other. They came back from the darkness, from the lowest of lows, and found their way.
It was his wife who suggested moving, to try to break the cycle. Away from the bad memories, from the house where his daddy killed himself and the hospital where his momma took her last breath. Graham agreed, not just for her but because he thought, maybe, she was right, maybe a fresh start was what they needed.
They moved to Atlanta. Graham transferred from his small town to the big city, and learned real quick that crime was different there. Graham was a good cop, he abhorred the ones who went dirty, took bribes, and sometimes that made as many friends as enemies.
One drug lord in particular, a big fish, liked having the police in his pocket. But Graham refused, Graham wouldn't get involved, and he didn't like that much. Didn't like it at all. The drug lord, he was a mean son of a bitch, real Old Testament vengeance, and when Officer Ross busted one of his warehouses all bets were off.
The bastard went after his wife. His beautiful wife, who spent her days painting, who loved art, who loved music, who was warmth and life and good things. And it was their child who found her, ten years old, Graham got the call and raced home with his heart in his throat.
Something in him broke that day, something other than his heart. Graham couldn't let it go, he couldn't tuck his tail between his legs and surrender, but he couldn't put his own flesh and blood in danger either. Not again. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do but he sent his child away, back home to an aunt and uncle who he knew would raise them right.
And Graham stayed in Atlanta to get justice for his wife. Well, some might've called it revenge, but hell if he cared.
He tried to do it by the book, but it wasn't enough. The law couldn't help him now. He went rogue, went too far, got himself suspended and eventually just flat-out quit. He was beyond a gun and badge now.
It took two years, but Graham took his justice in blood. The drug lord was dead, his cartel tearing itself to pieces; he left and never looked back.
Life on the road was bitter, but he adapted. He checked in with his kid when he could, went from job to job, place to place, and never stayed anywhere too long. See, losing his wife, killing men in cold blood, it did things to the ex-cop. People thought he was a little strange, they kept their distance. And rightly so, too, because Graham? Was real sure that he could see, and talk to, the dead.
His wife. His parents. And others, too, people he'd never met, Graham felt like he was half dead himself, walking through life with one foot in the grave. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he wasn't. It was what it was, and he didn't much care who thought what about him.
Along the way, Graham met some folk who didn't think he was strange - or, if they did, they didn't care. Like Shane—Shane, who was more than a friend, more than a brother—and they spent years together until, eventually, life intervened and they parted ways. Same with his wife's sister - normal life wasn't for him, even though he tried, and it didn't last.
If asked, Graham would say that the dead led him to Repose. Why, he doesn't know, but he got a job working security at the cemetery and found himself a real fixer-upper out in the woods. It's a start.
Family: Either his or his late wife's. Cousins, siblings-in-laws, etc. [hitchhiker, brawlsandsnakes, open] The past: Ghosts that catch up with him, for better or worse. Child: The boy (or girl) left behind. Comrades: People to drink with. People who hang out at the cemetery (why tho). Whatever. The dead wife: Hey, Repose is strange. Anything could happen.