Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 12:26:35 GMT -5
Full Name: Grace Maria Holland
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 23, August 17th, 1992
Race: Human
Occupation: Police Officer
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Shantel VanSanten
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Yoga - Grace is really into meditating and taking some time every day to try and calm her restless mind. She's been doing yoga for years.
❤ Reading - Another thing that really helps her get her mind off of things is to read. Any type of book, magazine, pamphlet, she loves to read. Though her favorite genre of book is mystery.
❤ Chocolate sundaes - With hot fudge, peanuts, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. The type of thing that'll clog your arteries!
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Bodies of water - Hates them ever since her brother walked into a lake and drowned on purpose.
✗ Crying babies - Not because it's annoying, but because she feels useless, like she can't help comfort them.
✗ Dirty cops - She's met her fair share. They're everywhere, and there's no real way to stop them.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Drowning - Though she's a perfectly fine swimmer, it still makes her nervous to be in water.
☬ Losing another family member - Grace is sort of paranoid about it.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ She really feels like she messed up by not paying more attention to her brother Ben, so she wants to fix it by helping as many people as she possibly can
Personality: Grace is annoyingly optimistic. She's that person that always seems to be smiling and cheerful, and ends every phone call with ‘have a great day’. No matter what hour it is, she's cheery. She's a morning, night, and all the time person. She has a serious curiosity for learning things, and is a very good student. On the down side, she's got a vain sort of drive for success and often times feels like a failure when she doesn't do some completely right. Definitely a perfectionist, though when it comes to other's, she's the opposite. Grace is patient and comforting, and usually very forgiving of most things. Most being the key word because she has her boundaries, and if you cross the line it's rare she'll forget it.
Like most people, she can be disciplined, and then she can be lazy. It varies from task to task. While Grace likes being around people and going to gatherings, and is pretty much a social butterfly, she's slightly dorky and awkward. It's easy to make her blush and embarrass her. She's almost always doubting her self worth and wanting to apologize for something. But she’s brave. Almost stupidly brave, willing to stick up for herself and anyone else when something is wrong. And she's loyal, down to her very core. Chances are that if you've helped her in the past, or were kind to her, she'll have your back. There's something really warm and genuine about her.
Traits
✧ Brave
✧ Generous
✧ Loyal
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Vain
✦ Stubborn
✦ Naive
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Parents: Henry and Jean Holland - both alive and well
Siblings: Ben Holland - deceased, Raleigh Holland - 27, alive
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Grace is the only daughter of Henry and Jean Holland, and the youngest child as well. She was born a twin, but her brother Ben died when she was 16 years old. Her life was exceedingly normal up until then. She grew up in Seattle, went to fancy private schools in the inner city, and was a generally good kid. Grace was never the thrill seeking type, and would honestly avoid trouble as much as possible. Her oldest brother, Raleigh, was much the opposite. And so was her twin, Ben. He was all for adventures and sneaking out in the middle of the night, and cutting class to go to the lake. Ben and Raleigh seemed to care very little about their parent's expectations and values, whereas Grace felt like she could never do enough to make her parents proud. Her father was a lawyer, and constantly expected his children to be bright, articulate, and polite. Someone that he could be proud of. So Grace was. She got straight A’s, played multiple sports at school, volunteered at animal and homes shelters, and was voted most likely to succeed almost every year. She was straight edge, but that didn't mean she looked down on her brother's in any way, and in fact she defended them to anyone (including her parents) with a fierce loyalty. Part of her was really envious of the freedom they enjoyed, while she felt like she was just going through the motions and trying to please everyone but herself.
By the time she was 16, Grace was already applying for colleges and expected to graduate from high school early. Her father was dead set on her becoming a lawyer like him, so she decided that's what she would do. And then Ben killed himself. To Grace, it felt like it was out of nowhere. They'd always been close, as twins often are, but had been growing apart the last couple of months as she geared towards the strict lifestyle her parents wanted her to follow. One day, after Ben had been gone for a few days, everyone but Grace assuming he had gone with his friends to some concert or party, the police showed up at her house and said some fishermen had found Ben’s body floating in the nearby lake. From that point on, bodies of water were haunted to her. Her whole life changed after that. Grace started staying out later and later, smoking, ditching class. She almost failed an entire term of high school, but managed to skate by by the skin of her teeth. Luckily for her, she never got in trouble with the law,because some of the things she did were definitely illegal. Her relationship with her parents was strained, and she couldn't stop herself from blaming them for Ben's death. Though mostly she blamed herself, for abandoning him. Graduating high school, she tossed the idea of attending an ivy league to the wind and started community college. But that wasn't for her either. So, she ended up dropping out after a year or so and floated around aimlessly for a couple months.
Then, she became a police officer. Remembering how kind the police had been to her when telling her family about Ben, and wanting to help people to make up for not helping her brother, she went to the police Academy. It was hard, but Grace put everything she had into it and graduated highly impressed among her peers and trainers. Moving away from her family, starting a new life, it was all working out pretty well until Raleigh showed up at her door all battered and bloody and introduced her to the black hole of hunting. She begged him to take her on hunts and show her the ropes and he broke down and did. The lifestyle became sort of addictive to her. Though she'd never been a thrill seeker before, something about all these different creatures and cases had her going wild. It became clear to Grace how many cases for the police were really some supernatural crap going on, and she did her best to intervene and keep the two separated. Raleigh left to go back to hunting, and she continued to propel herself into the world of all these unknown things. That's what she's currently doing now.
Alias: Abby
How did you find us?: Google!
Experience: 5ish years
Other Characters: N/A
RP Sample:
“Do something!” Marie cries desperately and looks to Richie, her eyes wide and full of pain.
But Richie doesn't move. He just stands there, Santanico hovering by his side. Someone is shouting, but Marie doesn't bother to turn and see what's going on. There's a crash and a cracking noise, like wood splitting, and from the corner of her eye she can see Santanico moving.
Her hands are trembling as she stares down at Cat. There's so much blood. Seth's holding pressure on the wound, but you don't bounce back from a hit like that. Blood runs through his fingers, hot and potent and sickeningly sweet smelling. If it were anyone else Marie would probably sink her teeth into their skin and drain them dry. But this is Cat. Her sister. Her family.
“Do something!” She lurches forward, grabbing onto Seth’s arm hard.
Probably too hard. But Richie isn't doing anything, and Seth is just sitting there, blood seeping through his fingers. No one is doing anyone, solemn expressions on all their faces.
“No, Cat, no, no, no,” Marie grabs Cat's hand, giving it a squeeze. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”
Her eyes burn as tears pool in them. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. The thought relentlessly pounds against the inside of her skull. Marie looks from Richie to Seth to the figures of Santanico and someone else fighting, her mind screaming at her to do something; anything. Narciso! Where is he? Stumbling to her feet, she whirls around, trying to find him.
“Narciso!” Her voice comes out strangled with despair. “Narciso!”
He doesn't appear though. Probably smart on his part, tucking tail and disappearing, but that doesn't help her at all. There's a strangled gurgle from behind her and instantly she's kneeling again, bumping Seth out of the way. God, it smells like blood.
“Hey,” she whispers to Cat. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you.”
That's a lie. A complete lie. Cat is going to die. The thought hits her like a train, catching her off guard, stealing the breath from her lungs. Turn her, a little voice whispers in her ear. Save her. Do it. You have to save her. Slipping one hand underneath Cat’s neck, she carefully turns her sisters head to the side, rubbing her thumb over Cat's cheek. It looks innocent. Marie's gaze drifts to Richie, her eyes shadowed with anger. He's looking at Seth, but when he meets her gaze, his eyes and he catches on to what she's going to do, he starts to speak.
“Marie, don-”
But before he can even finish his sentence she's grabbed Seth under his shoulders and tossed him into Richie's unsuspecting arms. The two men go flying back and she hesitates briefly, emotion making her voice waver.
“I'm so sorry, Cat.”
With that Marie sinks her fangs deep into her sister's neck, pumping her body full of poison. Narciso’s voice echoes in her mind; a warning she paid no attention to.
“Sometimes good people do bad things on the path to righteousness, and sometimes bad people do good things on the road to Hell.”
But Richie doesn't move. He just stands there, Santanico hovering by his side. Someone is shouting, but Marie doesn't bother to turn and see what's going on. There's a crash and a cracking noise, like wood splitting, and from the corner of her eye she can see Santanico moving.
Her hands are trembling as she stares down at Cat. There's so much blood. Seth's holding pressure on the wound, but you don't bounce back from a hit like that. Blood runs through his fingers, hot and potent and sickeningly sweet smelling. If it were anyone else Marie would probably sink her teeth into their skin and drain them dry. But this is Cat. Her sister. Her family.
“Do something!” She lurches forward, grabbing onto Seth’s arm hard.
Probably too hard. But Richie isn't doing anything, and Seth is just sitting there, blood seeping through his fingers. No one is doing anyone, solemn expressions on all their faces.
“No, Cat, no, no, no,” Marie grabs Cat's hand, giving it a squeeze. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”
Her eyes burn as tears pool in them. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. Cat is going to die. The thought relentlessly pounds against the inside of her skull. Marie looks from Richie to Seth to the figures of Santanico and someone else fighting, her mind screaming at her to do something; anything. Narciso! Where is he? Stumbling to her feet, she whirls around, trying to find him.
“Narciso!” Her voice comes out strangled with despair. “Narciso!”
He doesn't appear though. Probably smart on his part, tucking tail and disappearing, but that doesn't help her at all. There's a strangled gurgle from behind her and instantly she's kneeling again, bumping Seth out of the way. God, it smells like blood.
“Hey,” she whispers to Cat. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you.”
That's a lie. A complete lie. Cat is going to die. The thought hits her like a train, catching her off guard, stealing the breath from her lungs. Turn her, a little voice whispers in her ear. Save her. Do it. You have to save her. Slipping one hand underneath Cat’s neck, she carefully turns her sisters head to the side, rubbing her thumb over Cat's cheek. It looks innocent. Marie's gaze drifts to Richie, her eyes shadowed with anger. He's looking at Seth, but when he meets her gaze, his eyes and he catches on to what she's going to do, he starts to speak.
“Marie, don-”
But before he can even finish his sentence she's grabbed Seth under his shoulders and tossed him into Richie's unsuspecting arms. The two men go flying back and she hesitates briefly, emotion making her voice waver.
“I'm so sorry, Cat.”
With that Marie sinks her fangs deep into her sister's neck, pumping her body full of poison. Narciso’s voice echoes in her mind; a warning she paid no attention to.
“Sometimes good people do bad things on the path to righteousness, and sometimes bad people do good things on the road to Hell.”
I (Grace Holland) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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