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Real Name: Filibert Baumann
Meaning: Filibert means "much brightness", from the Germanic fila (much) and beraht (bright). Baumann is from the Middle High German buman (farmer)
Alias: Grendel Greene
Nickname(s): {{youth}} Fil, Filly, Filibuster {{present}} G, G.G, Gren
Gender: Male



Age: 19
Race/Ethnic Background: VERY anglosaxon, with direct ties to both Germany and Norway
Skin Colour: An almost translucent cream colour, with the blue of the veins visable. Exposure to sunlight causes him to burn easily.
Hair: As a youth, he had startling platinum-blonde hair that allways managed to lay perfectly straight. Once he ran away from home at sixteen, however, he dyed it black, shaving it into a loose Mohawk style- shaved on the sides but extreamly long on the top, which he normally pulls back into a sort of ponytail.
Eyes: A deep brown, almost black. As a child, they were the colour of fine dark chocolate, but as he grew, they began to darken. His eyes are the single remarkable feature of an otherwise ordinary person. They are large, almost overwhelming his face, and as a child they were like sheets of glass, transparent in their emotions. It was not until later that he began to successfully hide his emotions. These dark eyes are fringed by long white-blonde lashes, though he uses mascara to darken them.
Height: 5' 6". He is a rather short person, a fact that has plagued him all his life, especially since his family tended to be a tall lot.
Weight: 113 lbs. He is a very petite man, very slim in the shoulders and hips, and is almsot solid muscle. His idea behind this is that, if he must be small, he can at least protect himself. This urge has driven him to take several defense/kick boxing classes (though he isn't very good) as well as to lift weights.
Facial Structure: He has a very narrow face, with pronounced cheekbones and a delicately pointed chin. This only serves to make appear all the more fragile. His nose is aquiline and narrow.
Distinguishing Marks: He has a small soul patch below his lip, which he also dyes black. His eyebrows are rather thick, and he has a silver hoop through the left brow. He also has several piercings on both ears, as well as a stud in his right nostril. His nipples, as well, are pierced, and he has a small bar-code tattoo above his heart. He has a thin silvery scar on each wrist, evidence of one of his suicide attempts, as well as several across his back.



Birthday: March 6th , 1987 {{Pisces}}
Parents' names: Kaspar and Berta Baumann
Hometown: Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.
College attended: none. Ran wawy from home at sixteen, moved to Chicago with his lover, then, at eighteen, he moved to L.A
Occupation: Hacker. This rarely pays that much, however, so he is more often then not living with his latest wealthy lover
Sexuality: Homosexual, which caused the major rift between Grendel and his family.
Diseases: Grendel has AIDS, contracted from someplace...he's not really sure where.



Grendel has allways been fascinated with technology, ever since he was a young boy. This caused him to be a loner in school, as well as an outcast among his family. His turbulent youth has caused him to become an excellent liar, an activity that has become second nature to him.

!!Disclaimer!! There are two boys kissing. My character is homosexual; what did you expect. There is also a suicide attempt/issue with drugs at the end. The poor boy has a rather messed up past. Ye stand warned...

Filibert Baumann was not a happy young man, which was quite a shame. At sixteen, he had a promising future ahead of him. His delicate looks could have gotten him any girl he chose, with hair of the whitest blonde and eyes that were large and dark, promising seduction and pleasure. He was a technological genius- at least compared to the hick town he lived in. His parents were respected members of the community, and the same respect was given to him. Fil was the top of his Junior class, and he allready had colleges banging in his door.

The problem? He didn't want any of it. He sighed, snuggling into Bernardo's shoulder. His parents wouldn't be home until tomorrow, and he wanted to make the most of his stolen encounter.

"I dont know why you just don't tell 'em, Fil," Bernardo muttered, stroking the younger boy's pale arm. They had been meeting like this for a couple of months, and Bernardo still could not fathom that the trusting, honest boy in his arms could lie so completely to his parents.

Fil sighed in frustration, sitting up to look pleadingly at the other boy. "I've told you a thousand times!" he cried. "They allready think I'm a loony tune as it is. You've seen them Bernie, allways pestering me to join some football camp, or some hockey camp. Yet, when I'm doing something I want to do, something I love, they treat me like a freak." He groaned, flopping back down onto the bed.

Bernardo smiled at Fil's melodramatic actions. "How bad would it be, REALLY, for your parents to find out you were gay?"

Fil looked up at him incredulously. "Well," he replied, voice deceptively casual. "On a scale of one to ten, one being the lowest..." He paused to think, before laughing bitterly. "Probably negative one billion...and seventy three."

Bernardo laughed, drawing Fil into his arms. "I just love that brain of yours," he murmured, kissing the boy's pale forehead, a few wispy blonde hairs clinging to the darker boy's full lips. "I love it, even when it's being all dopey."

Fil straightened in his arms, looking at him seriously. "I only have two more years to wait, and then I'll be going off to college, like you."

They smiled into each others' faces, leaning slowly toward each other. Their lips met in a passionate yet tender embrace, so caught up in the spell of each other that they failed to hear the sound of a car parking in the garage below them.

Suddenly, the door to Filibert's room banged open. The boys jerked apart, to greet the horrified faces of Fil's parents. All was still, for a deceptive moment that seemed an eternity, until, with a curse, Bernardo sprang up from the younger boy's bed, searching in vain for his shirt. It was then that Fil's father sprang into action.

"What in the name of GOD is GOING ON?!" he shouted, Fil's mother doing a shocked sort of gasping in the doorway. Kaspar Baumann strode into his only son's room, grabbed the strange boy by the neck, and punched him dead in the face. Bernardo fell back, landing heavily against the small table next to Fil's bed. He landed in a puddle on the floor, breathing heavily. Raising his head, he stared into the eyes of the man above him, rising slowly to his feet. Before he got even half way, Mr. Baumann kicked him in the ribs, causing Bernardo to slump back to the ground.

Fil watched this take place with a sort of numb horror. All that he could think was that his parents had found out. They know, his brain said, repeating the phrase in an odd sort of mantra, until his father kicked Bernardo once more. "Pop, quit it!" Fil cried, causing his father to turn. Reaching out, he slapped the poor boy across the face.

"I'll get to you later, you good-for-nothing little fruit," he said, his voice low and filled with primal rage.

Fil stared at his father blankly, realization slowly dawning, inevitable as the crash of the wave on the rocks. His father would never accept him. And He would never be happy. Not here, not with these people.

Filibert had never considered himself powerful, but, as he tackled his father into his bureau, he thought fleetingly that mabey he should have. Breathing heavily, he grabbed Bernardo by the shoulders, and lifted him up. His father recovering, Fil walked them both past his mother, still staring in horror, down the stairs, and out of the house.

Filibert Baumann was gone forever...
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Life was pointless. He had discovered that about a year and a half ago, but it had finally hit rock bottom. Staring down at the letter in his hand, he took another long drag on the cigarette, its nicotine an acceptable substitute to the bite of the needle or the burn of cocaine.

Filibert had left his house with his lover, Bernardo, and they had moved to Chicago. Life had been good for a couple of months. Hell, life had been bliss. But then, Bernardo had begun to suggest that he reconcile with his parents. They had fought, and Fil had stormed out. Not the brightest move, but that was over and done. Fil began to suspect that Bernardo was cheating, and so he shrank into himself, bitter and alone. He began to experiment with drugs, and there were many to be found in the dark shadows of Chicago's underbelly. Soon, he was no one without drugs. Bernardo faded away, with him went both light and love, and Fil began to have strings of one-night stands, many of whom he could not remember.

He had existed, up until now, in a state of numb, blank acceptance, living moment to moment, high to high. Then his latest lover suggested that they go get tested for disease. AIDS, Fil had thought, couldn't be possible, not for someone as young as he. Yet, they had gone to the clinic. They had gotten tested. And they had recieved results.

Fil took another drag on the cig. Correction: Grendel Greene had gotten back those results. Filibert Baumann had died that cold night nearly two years ago, when he and his lover had escaped the cold wrath of unforgiving parents. Grendel smirked, crumpling the letter in his fist. Unforgiving was right. He had written to his parents, telling them the results of the test, that he did, in fact, have the cursed disease, and his father, his own father had responded in exactly ten words. That's what you get for doing all that you've done.

Grendel sighed, stretching out on the cool plastic tile of the bathroom floor. Mabey that was what he got. As if in a trance, he picked up the naked blade in front of him, felt it's soothing coolness. He brought it down to his wrists, watching the thin red line that followed with little interest. As the world faded to black, he sighed with relief. 18 was an awfully young age to die, but maybe now he could get some rest.

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Order: Passeriformes
Order Description: Passerines
Family: Corvidae
Family Description: Crows and Jays
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Description:
21 1/2-27" (55-69 cm). A large, all black bird with a large bill, long wings, and long, wedge-shaped tail.

Song:
A loud, low, croaking krock

Distribution:
Resident from northernmost North America, south to southern Baja California, Nicaragua, and Texas. Also resident east of Rockies from southern Saskatchewan, northeastern Minnesota, northern Michigan, and northern New England, south to Appalachians and (locally) northern Georgia.

Habitat:
Found in various situations from lowlands to mountains, open country to forested regions, and humid regions to deserts, but found most frequently in hilly or mountainous areas, especially in vicinity of cliffs.

Diet:
Opportunistic; commonly eats birds' eggs and young rodents, some fruits, cereal grains, and insects. In some areas, species is largely a scavenger on various animals

Ecology:
Builds cup-shaped nest in tree, on cliff, or on human-built structure. Forages on ground. Caches food. May hunt in groups. roosts communally in winter. Southwestern Idaho study found ravens spent 54% of day in agricultural land, 23% in shrub, 13% in grass, and 6% in riparian habitat

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Ravens seem to possess uncanny powers, not only to detect food, but to pass the word along to others of their kind widely separated from one another.

The most commonly known call of the raven is its coarse croak but it has other notes, some far from discordant. One is a bell-like call, rich and pleasing to the ear, often given while the bird is high in flight and appears to be turning somersaults (righting itself without turning over completely), an acrobatic feat apparently done in play.

Long evoking strong emotion from man, the raven has often played important roles in cultures, mythologies, and writings. Ravens disobeyed Noah during the great flood by failing to return to the ark after being sent to search for land. The raven was used as an emblem by raiding Viking warriors in Europe, and has been written-up in countless disparaging ways in western literature.

Conversely, in Norse mythology, the god Odin used two ravens named Thought and Memory, to fly the world each day in order to inform him of what was happening.

The spiritual importance of the raven to Alaska's Native people is still recognized. The Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, BellaBella, and Kwakiutl all viewed the raven as the creator of the world and bringer of daylight. The raven is also important in the creation of myths by the Eskimo. The myths of the raven remain a significant social and religious component of Alaska culture.

Various species of Corvids have been persecuted for damage done to man's crops or favored species of game birds. Ravens have been known to kill sickly young farm animals. More often, however they are probably scavenging on animals killed by other predators. Additionally, ravens have reportedly killed reindeer calves kept by Eskimos.

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