Post by Grace Winters on Jun 11, 2015 1:32:50 GMT
grace winters
N/A | 20 | FEMALE |
SPECTRE | SYMPATHIZER |
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I USED TO TRUST THE MEDIA TO TELL ME THE TRUTH
POSITIVE - outgoing - daring - ambitious - artistic - empathetic | LIKES - lilacs - playing the piano - high heels - wine - sweet food - baking/cooking - sitting by a fire - the rain DISLIKES - conflict - large bodies of water - fighting - the dark - losing control of her life - bug pokemon | NEGATIVE - sensitive - dependent - feeble strength - hides feelings - stubborn - self-conscious - socially-awkward |
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BUT NOW I'VE SEEN THE PAY-OFFS EVERYWHERE I LOOK
History
Born and raised in Whitecoast, Grace had a pleasant childhood. Her family had been wealthy, though in her younger years she never understood where the money had come from. In truth, her father had been a Captain for the Empire. Her mother had always known, and despite not approving of his choices, supported him regardless. They had a love that was to be envied. He doted on her whenever he was around, often Grace would wake up and sit on the stairs and watch them dance in secret in the middle of the night. She was not an only child though, she had her brother. For the longest time he had been her best friend. Six years her elder, he had been conditioned all his life to follow in his fathers footsteps. Grace on the other hand had been taught in her mothers trade – performance. Together the girls would sit for hours on end playing the piano, her mother would sing. When she had gotten better, she would even be asked to play for her parents while they danced.
She grew up memorized by their love. Desperately wanting it for her own. At thirteen, she fought to have the boys in her neighborhood notice her, praying that one of them would fall for her and love her the way her father loved her mother. Though it was not to be. At fourteen, she had come home from a day on the beach with her friends to grave news. In the line of duty her father had been shot and killed. Rumors erupted like wildfire. People began to say it had been an inside job, that her dad had been murdered by one of his comrades. It was news like that which had fueled her hatred for the Empire. She couldn't understand it. He had served so well, been loyal without fault, and yet he lay six feet in the ground.
After that, life had taken a turn. She withdrew from most people, finding it hard to be around other people and instead focused herself on tasks that would pull her mind from reality. Cooking and playing the piano had done well for her. Soon she became proficient, surpassing her mother who had become aloof. In her later teens, her brother had come home late, beaten and bloody. Since their father had passed, the two had grown apart. She hated the distance, it made her feel more alone. But her brother had been in need, and it wasn't like their mother would care. So she had straightened his broken nose, poorly stitched his wounds, and stayed awake all night in case he needed her. Soon he left once more, though it wasn't uncommon. Here and there Elijah would leave and not come back for days. It was normal.
That had been her life. Once so close to her family, an impenetrable bond – now cold and all but forgotten. Her mother had a Houndour for the cafe she had run, a loyal boy who loved to help cook. After her husband died she had abandoned him. Originally Elijah had plans to take the pokemon, but he took back his claim and then it was just Grace left. Finally ready to leave the nest, she took Houndour and moved into her own little place, then took over her mothers business at the cafe. Her hatred for the Empire never subsided, and she had been approached by a Spectre member. His words were captivating, he even flirted with Grace a little, all to get her to side with the rebel. While romantic, she knew she didn't have the head for war and so told the man she would help when she could. Listen to the conversations of the people who came and would report anything about the Empire to him directly. Since then, she has lived alone, her trustfund opened to her – Grace tries to convince herself that this life is what she wants.
Pokemon
Name n/a
Species Houndour
Gender Male
Ability Flash Fire
Moveset Ember | Smog | Howl | Leer
Origin Inherited from her mother
Personality A playful, spunky pup. He loves to play, but more than that he loves to eat. Anything to do with food he's obsessed with. When he's stuffed and all played out, Houndour is pretty cuddly. A bit depressed since his original owner had practically abandoned him, he's come around a lot because of Grace. He doesn't like to fight, but will if he has to.
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WHO DO YOU TRUST WHEN EVERYONE'S A CROOK?
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