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Description
Hair: Shoulder lenght fiery red hair. It falls down in loose waving curls that shine like threaded gold in the the sun. Grace usually wears it pulled back into a pony-tail or in a quick bun.
Eyes: Grace has sharp bright green eyes. They are not as expressive as you would assume them to be. They are blank, they commune not her thoughts, just that she is thinking.
Skin: Grace has ivory pale skin dusted lightly with faint freckles over her cheek bones.
Height: 5'7"
Build: Grace is not just slender but toned well with just the right amount of muscle.
Heritage: French and French-Canadian
Native language: French
Known languages: French, English, and some Spanish.
Personality
Grace is strong-willed and stubborn. She'll do things her own way regardless of how anyone else wants to do them. She is capable of being a follower, but that all depends if there is someone capable enough to be her leader. She witty and instinctive. She knows what she does, and she does it well. Her vast array of talents gives her an edge in many situations.
Grace is not one to kiss and tell. She keeps her private life and her public life very far away from each other. Her business is hers, and hers alone. She won't let her personal feelings cloud her judgment and get in the way of her work.
Likes: Health food, exercise, boxing, hockey, reading.
Dislikes: Sweets, sugar, hot-whether, cocky men, damsels in distress.
# Dead End,
2010-04-24 15:23:24, as a
chat transcript.
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# Dead End,
2010-04-24 15:37:55, as a
chat transcript.
Grace glanced down to her dog-tags for a brief second. In her pocket she felt the weight of two other sets of 'tags. Noel's and Erin's dog tags. She didn't know the where abouts of Bruno's or Paul's, but she wished she did. If she got out of here alive...if she did...she wanted to return them to their families. That would be the least she could do for them. Grace looked to the towering Ferris wheel than to Morgen. He did seem pretty upset when he found out she was military.
"Since you got rid of my gun, you better have an extra," She pointed out.
# Dead End,
2010-04-24 15:48:55, as a
chat transcript.
Grace's face went stone-cold. Her eyes were hardened over like ice; cool and unresponsive. Stiffly she dig her heels into the ground refusing to move by his hand. She was not a child, and he was not her friend.
"I can see you suffer from a lack of social skills," she commented.
Grace put a few feet of space between them again. "There are possibly two others from my unit who are still alive. I won't be around for long," Grace added. She had to find them. Dead or alive, she promised herself.
# Dead End,
2010-04-24 16:00:33, as a
chat transcript.
She knew that already...When she closed her eyes she could still she Noel getting ripped apart before her eyes. His scream, his terror. He shouldn't have died like that. No one should go like that. "Mort ou vivant je vous leur trouverai l'imbécile suffisant. Je le leur dois!" She snapped back, her temper flaring. Grace took a sharp breath then spoke again, "Dead or alive, I will find them. You see this?"--She held up her tags--"This is the only proof they were ever alive. I owe them the right to be more than a memory."
She was silent for a moment before speaking again. "I can learn, I'm trained to survive. I'll do what ever I have to to find them, but something tells me you wouldn't understand that."