Post by reid tomas gray on Apr 21, 2011 16:32:46 GMT -5
REID TOMAS GRAY
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Let’s start with the basics, shall we? I always think that starting from the beginning is beneficial, although it’s not quite always the way to go. Take, for instance, a complicated math problem: sometimes you have to start with an answer, only to find the solution. Or a Rubik’s cube; those little devils are never started from the beginning. They have to be messed up in order to play with them. I can solve those pretty quickly, by the way. My fastest time was 3 minutes and 87 seconds (really that’s 4 minutes and 27 seconds, but the first sounds more impressive to me). Where was I going with this? I tend to ramble. Oh yes, the basics.
I was born on April 1st, 2019 to the loving parents of Jonathan Reid Gray and Tara Carolyn Gray in Sydney, Australia (at the age of 5, we relocated to London, England). At the time, good old Johnny was 17 and Tara was 16. They weren’t the brightest of people, hence why I came ‘round so early, so I often say it’s a miracle they were blessed with such a brilliant little bastard as myself. And really, I was a bastard when I was born, considering they didn’t even bother getting married for another seven years. Why the devil they waited so long is beyond me but whatever. Joke’s on them because when I was born, I wasn’t alone. I’d love to say I was born with some giant tumour that was actually an alien but unfortunately that’s not the case.
Instead I was born with my identical twin brother, Evan Jonathan Gray. Technically he’s the older one, having been born 93 seconds before me, but I was 0.31 inches taller than him (If you can’t already tell, I like numbers. Numbers are nice. Numbers make the world go round). Mother thought they were joking when they first told her she was having twins. Talk about the cruelest April Fool’s Day joke ever. Evan and I looked alike but our personalities couldn’t differ anymore if we tried (and many people say we look like some muggle by the name of Matthew Gray Gubler. Gubler, what a last name. Glad Evan and I weren’t actually him).
Anyways, enough of my twin; he’s got more of a story later. Let’s focus on me. Some of my best traits are (let’s throw them in a list, shall we?): I’m a genius (literally; don’t contest), I’m dashingly handsome (although many would contest), I’m funny (contesting optional), I’m loyal (like a dog), and I’m....let’s see, there must be something else...oh! I can reach things from high shelves (don’t contest, you shorties). My five worst traits? Well, that’s rather obvious to some people, not as much to me; I guess I’ll have to think a little. Thankfully I’m a quick thinker (add that one to my best traits): I talk too fast, I’m a bit of a smart arse, I can focus too much sometimes, I’m too closed off, and apparently, according to Rebecca May from Hufflepuff in first year, I’m annoying.
Personality? I have lots. As I said before, I’m rather funny and I like to just sort of...relax, have fun, not take too much worry on my shoulders. That being said, I do have a rather serious side. If something needs to be done, I’ll do it. Unfortunately, I often have a lot of thoughts floating around this old noggin of mine and I can go off on random tangents that most people find...boring. They’re just jealous, or something like that. I don’t really have much of a temper, although it can rear it’s ugly head if you bug me enough. It takes a lot, though, so I wouldn’t worry. I like to think of myself as a ladies’s man but I have a hard time opening up to people, so the two sort of counteract. It blows sometimes.
Enough about my pathetically nonexistent love life-- how about I tell you about my family? Originally we’re from...well, all over the world, really. I have eight great-grandparents, as everyone does (although six of them have been lying in the ground for some time), all of whom are pure something. Which makes me one-eight of each of the following: American, Japanese, Norwegian, Russian, Irish, Icelandic, Australian, and British. Quite the map, aren’t I? My mother is the first four, my father is the remaining four. My brother is the same as I am, obviously, and so is my sister. Sister? Yes, sister! Did you see that one coming? Maybe. But yes, I have a sister who is 12 (apparently my parents got the hint after the first time that they should take more precautions). This 12 year old sister of mine is none other than Dorothy Anne Gray, or ‘Tinny’ as we refer to her as (there’s an old muggle movie, The Wizard of Oz; the main character is Dorothy and our Dot’s favourite character was always the tin man).
But my sister isn’t really very interesting, aside from being in Gryffindor like Evan was. It was weird being in Ravenclaw away from my twin, but we got by anyways. Until he died. I didn’t mention that? Oh, well, yes, my twin has been dead for six years. At first I almost went with him because it was unbearable without him. Have you ever had an identical twin? Losing them is like losing part of yourself. You feel empty, you feel nothing, you feel dead just like your twin is. I sometimes hear his voice, whispering to me in the night. I hear him when I’m stuck on a problem and he thinks he knows the answer (he’s never right, even in death, the git). I dream about him a lot and it all feels so real. Then I wake up. Every morning I die a little more inside when I realise he’s gone for good. He’ll be 19 up there in stupid git Heaven and I’ll be an old man when I join him. We were supposed to be old, wrinkly men together, or at least die together.
How did he die? In a fairly anti-climactic way, really. It was two years after we’d graduated from Hogwarts and we were at a bit of reunion party. There was drinking but we weren’t drinking because we had to pick up Tinny from a birthday party. We picked her up and that was all good, after having left the party early. We were on our way back home, crossing a muggle road, when out of nowhere a car came flying around the corner and ran into us. I was in a coma for 6.4 days, Tinny suffered a concussion and 9 broken bones, but Evan was killed by the impact. He didn’t eve feel a thing.
And so I remain, alone, without my twin, without my other half. Well, brotherly other half. I’m still hoping to find the girl that will be my lovey dovey other half, but she’s got a hell of a lot to deal with just by being near me. I pity the poor girl. As for my job? I work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, specializing in human electronics. And that’s me.
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