GRANTHAM, Noah

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NOAH GRANTHAM

VITAL STATS

FULL NAME: Noah Grantham
ALIAS: Him
BIRTHDAY: January 2nd
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Asexual
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
OCCUPATION: Religious leader
POWER: Wordless Magic
PLAYBY: Paul Dano

THE CHARACTER

"I am a good man. I have always been a good man. To tend to you, my flock. To bring peace to those who need it most. I have never claimed to be perfect, and that is not something I preach to you either, you know this. I make mistakes every single day. And I am okay with that. Without those mistakes, how do we learn? How do we grow? How do we advance as a society? We do not. And so we must press on, often in the face of uncertainty. Often in the face of trials. Often never knowing if what we're doing will lead to cataclysmic failure."

"But what we are trying to achieve here? I know that it is no mistake. You see, I have seen the better world birthed of our actions here. A world where our children can safely interact with one another. Where their children can as well." Noah extended a hand, motioning down to the six lifeless human forms that lie before him. "You see, these people were not killed by our hand today. No. These people were put to rest by an archaic paradigm. Good-intentioned as it may be, bastardized through the years by people not willing to admit the truth. We simply ushered them along their journey as we aim to bring the world into a new age." He began slowly circling his Truthbearers, resting a hand on each as he passed. "Be still, you are absolved, deliverer of justice. Fair-handed in all ways, and clear of mind. Be still, you are absolved, deliverer of justice. Fair.." Each would be anointed with his blessing. Absolved of their sin. Not just this sin - but every other sin committed in his name. 

When he finished, his eyes scanned each of his Truthbearers - faces obscured by charmed masks of shadow. "I hope you all see. I hope you all see the good you bring to the world. Come. Let us return to Bara and rejoice."

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"This is textbook Grantham. We've got you dead to rights. You're going away for the rest of your natural life."

"..."

"Nothing to say? Nice change of pace for a cult leader."

"..."

"I'll have you know I'm muggleborn you asshole. So is my wife."

"I do not hate you. I love you."

"You got a sick way of showing it you creep."

"Love comes in all manner of forms. Sometimes, it is kind and caring. A touch to your cheek. A whisper in your ear. Other times, it may be the dispensation of death. Love is love."

"You need help you animal."

"Where is your wife, Auror Branson?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is she at home? Is she still sleeping? I know she's been sick lately, Auror Branson. 329 Wisteria Lane."

"..If you hurt my wife-"

"She still breathes. For now." Grantham held his shackled wrists upwards. "Don't make me love her before her time, Auror Branson."

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Grantham sat alone in a small, wood-paneled room. The overhead light hummed louder than it should've, but he didn't hear it. He was staring. A large, enchanted poster sat affixed on the wall in front of him. Markings and etching seemingly moved on their own, but were very much of his own design. It appeared to be a map, resembling a quidditch pitch. At various points around the map were 'V's' signifying Truthbearer positions. Others signaled 'X' - typical Auror positions. And there was one 'O' - Where the keeper would be stationed on the pitch. The guest of honor. A most momentous occasion. The Sojourned could finally bring themselves out of the shadows in a meaningful way. Share their mission with everyone who would listen. A firsthand glimpse into a better world.

And it all started with one keeper.

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