Post by Grace Forjacks on Jul 27, 2009 14:14:36 GMT -6
Grace Forjacks
vitals
nick names = The Bitch
gender = female
age = 30
race = Human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = weapons (gang training), negotiating
preferred profession = captain
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visuals
eyes = green
distinguishing features = gunshot wound on left shoulder, multiple stab wounds on the torso, no fingerprints (burnt off), assorted gang-related tattoos on her back (multiple lotus, sparrow).[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = authority, losing, the heat
strengths = fearless, intimidating, quick thinker
weaknesses = arrogent, cruel, overconfident
describe full personality = To those who meet her for the first time, Grace comes off as a cheerful and charming person, two skills that help mask her real personality. Underneath the trappings is a ruthless psychopath, willing to do anything to get what she wants. Grace has many acquaintances, but very few confidants and she prefers to keep it that way.
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so the story begins...
Grace was born in the Below and, like how the earth turns coal into diamonds, the pressure and violence of the Below turned her into a diamond as well: beautiful, cold and hard. She was the oldest of seven children and much of her early life was spent scraping with them for food and possessions. With each new mouth added to the family, her share was reduced further and further, until she finally turned outside of the family to get what she needed. She started pickpocketing and slowly moved her way upwards as she was more successful.
At age eight, she joined her first street gang, the Molls. It was a rough lifestyle, but Grace flourished, learning to handle cheap weapons bought off the black market and stealing from easy marks. At the age of twelve, she'd taken control of the gang and started going after larger hauls, targeting shipments of food and shaking down local merchants for protection money. A rival gang, the Goomars, attacked the Molls one night and left Grace with six stab wounds in her torso. Her ill-gotten money was spent patching her up at the local hospital. When she went back onto the streets six months later, the Goomars had taken most of the Molls old territory. Grace killed those directly involved in her stabbing and was caught at the scene of the last crime.
With murder charges on her head and her gang in tatters, The Below held no more interest for Grace and she she left to make a name for herself. The first ship she apprenticed to was a smuggler's ship, run by a man named Holo. The old man took her under his wing and taught her everything he knew about smuggling, as well as a little about learning to clean up her rough edges. By the time she left Holo's ship at twenty, she had learned to cover up her nastier nature with enough polish to fool even most Top dwellers. She bounced from ship to ship for the next five years, leaving anytime she saw greener pastures or anytime things started to go sour. Finally, with enough money, she purchased her own ship. It was a small thing and barely mobile, but it worked for what she needed. Her first few jobs were on Nox, making deliveries most other humans refused to. While on one of these dangerous trips, she first encountered Klove and took the teenager with her when she left the planet.
The dangerous jobs paid off and Grace was able to improve on her ship, overhauling the engine and building hundreds of hidden compartments, as well as a large temperature controlled storeroom. Specializing in taking jobs too dangerous for anyone else and retrieving illegal items, she continued to make a name for herself, though she rarely had a crew stay longer than a year, either leaving with a pretty chunk of change, or leaving in a plain pine box. Taking advantage of the barren surface of Glacies, Grace built a base for their operations, out of the sight of human authorities. Currently Holo maintains the base for her while Grace is out on missions.
role play example =
The sunrise over Glacies was breathtaking, even if you weren't from the Below (and if you were from the Below, then all sunrises were breathtaking simply because you spent your life never seeing anything but rusted steel and dim streetlights). It was the way you could see the light even before the sun began to poke it's head over the edge of the world, the way everything exploded into a glittering, blinding light the moment the light hit the hardpacked snow and reflected every-which-way. It was this sort of beauty that dragged Grace out of her bed and up to the observation dome to watch it happen.
Below her, she could hear people moving through the base. Holo was undoubtedly already up, grumbling in his usual old, tired way, making himself coffee and looking over the Network to see if there was anything new. She expected there would be the usual clutter of information. The real useful news for a smuggler like Grace wasn't found on the Network. That would arrive later in the day, sent straight to her eInkr where she could scan over it in private. From there, she could find the jobs she was really interested in, the ones you didn't list publicly where the authorities could see you.
Holo shouted up to her, "Coffee's on."
"Thanks." She shouted back, running her fingers over the thick glass, fingertips slowly going numb against the intense cold. Grace pulled them back before she could do any damage. They would have to head to Terra to get a new crew. And for the crew she needed, and for the merchandise, she'd be heading straight to the Below. Grace grinned to herself, something that was more teeth than lip, and headed out of the observation tower, leaving behind those sparkling fields.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? = linked by Sarah
any last words? =
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