Grace Evelyn Kelly | Hunter

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✧ Intelligent
✧ Tenacious
✧ Tough but fair

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Lets her emotions lead her
✦ Tries to do to much
✦ Over protective

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Parents: Tom and Evelyn Kelly
Siblings: Chris (Older brother, deceased), Isaac (brother, 26), Emma (sister, 23)
Other Family: Nothing significant
Important Others: Ummmm... No
History: Life growing up was pretty normal for Grace and the rest of the Kelly family. She did well in school, she had friends, was reasonably popular, participated in extra curricular activities. The family was loving and happy. You couldn't ask for much more. In fact, seeing how some of the families of her friends were, she felt very lucky.

Grace was the second born of four children, older brother Chris, then younger brother Issac and baby sister Emma. Nothing out of the ordinary for them, pretty typical siblings. They would pick on each other, tease one another but if an outsider tried bully one of them, they would band together and handle the problem.

While Grace was attending college, everything would start to change. Her older brother Chris and younger brother Isaac had started a little tradition of heading off to Vegas to have some fun. During one of the trips, they had a little run in with something unusual. It would be some time before Grace actually found out the entire story but after that incident, Chris and Isaac started asking her to do little research projects for them and the weirdest of topics sometimes.

This went on for some time. Grace asking questions but getting cryptic answers from her brothers. Then there was the event that shattered everything. While Chris and Isaac were off on one of their little secret trips, after having had her do some research on creatures called skinwalkers, Chris was killed. Isaac came back a different person (more literally than she knew at first) and Grace finally had it out with him. Needing someone to confide in Isaac finally told her the whole story and the reasons behind the strange research she had been doing for them.

After that, Grace dropped out of college. She started hunting with Isaac and doing everything she could to help him through the trauma. All the while trying to keep their baby sister and parents out of harms way.




Alias: Jennz
How did you find us?: I know people
Experience: Years
Other Characters: Not yet
RP Sample:
(this was a one-shot post I did for another character so it's a bit different, hope it's okay though)

It seemed a bit odd that the clubhouse was so quiet and empty. But, then again things had been fairly odd for quite some time now. The last year or so of her life was not at all what she had expected. But, really... going back to that day ten years ago, her life had been changed irreparably. It didn't help that it was also her birthday.

The death of her parents wasn't something she talked about. She also hadn't celebrated her birthday since then either. At least not in any conventional kind of way. So, all in all the quiet clubhouse was just fine and dandy for her at the moment. She had what she needed. Sat in a dark corner, ear buds in her ears with the music from her phone going, various bottles lined up on the little table in front of her. Sitting on the floor, her back to the couch, knees pulled up to her chest as she grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a long swig from it.

Eyes closed, trying to lose herself in the music and alcohol, but the thoughts wouldn't stop coming and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. No matter how tightly she closed her eyes, how loud she turned up the music, how many drinks she took she just couldn't shake the demons.

Sail!

When her parents had died something inside her had cracked. The first chance she had gotten she ran off to college to leave her old life behind. That hadn't been good enough though or far enough.

This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Going to college was her still trying to be the good girl. To do what was expected of her. Didn't matter that she started immersing herself into the party scene, she still was trying to make her parents proud. When she graduated, with honors, she realized it didn't matter. No one was there to see it. There was no one to share it with, no one to be proud of her.

This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

That's when she ran again and she hadn't stop since. At least she hadn't stopped until she got to Reno.

Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

And hadn't that just turned out awesome. Fuck that. So many times now she had told herself that she should have just kept going. Why did she even stop? To see Jesse? She hadn't seen him in years anyway. Because of the gambling in Reno? She would have been better off in Vegas. Why the fuck did she have to stop?

Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Now she was stuck in a podunk little town. Alone and having no real idea what to do with herself. She certainly didn't feel like she belonged here. All she really wanted to do was go home. Problem was, she didn't have a home to go home to. For a little while, as fucked up as it could be, she thought Reno might be a place she could call home. But, that all went to shit.

Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening
So blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Yeah, it sure as hell did. Tessa sniffled and wiped at her eyes as she took another drink from the bottle. So much had happened in that short amount of time. At first, things seemed good. Well, maybe good is not the right word to describe it. But, meeting Clint... In the beginning there, it was wild, it was amazing. It seemed like there was so much between them. Everything was intense, exhilarating, they didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought. It felt like freedom. But, she should have known better. From the first time she had met Beau Jackson, in the VIP lounge of the club. She should have known.

Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

The problem was, she felt alive and she didn't want to know. She wanted to ignore it all and hoped it all went away. Unfortunately, that's not what happened though. From that first meeting with Jackson, things just started to spiral down. Clint had been afraid, he had told her about Jackson. The things he did. Clint wanted to leave. She didn't listen though. Stupid, stupid, stupid, naive little girl.

La la la la la la oh!

La la la la la la oh!

Tessa leaned her head back, gulping more vodka from the bottle. Guzzling it until it was gone. She tossed the empty bottle off to the side in the general direction of the garbage can. It missed and crashed to the floor, shattering. She didn't care. On to the next bottle of ... Jack Daniels was the lucky winner she picked up and took a drink.

Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!

After that things spun out of control. Clint had some close calls with the club. Like the shoot out at the bar that killed Kozik. He was there. She hadn't noticed how deeply that had affected him. Not that it would have matter if she had. How was she supposed to help him deal with that. She hadn't a clue. That was until Vegas. Then she got her own dose of up close and personal with death. Being shot does make you stop and think a bit.

Sail with me into the dark
Sail!

Things seemed to be a little better after that. But, only on the surface. She got quieter. Kept to herself. Over Christmas she and Clint were sort of forced to deal with each other. which basically meant, they fucked, a lot. That's how they dealt with things.

Sail with me into the dark
Sail!

Then just as things sort of felt like they were smoothing out a little bit, they got worse. Tessa was trying to get her shit together. She was working at Chrome for Harmony. At least in that area things were getting on track for her. Of course that just meant it was time for shit to hit the fan.

The shooting at Chrome.
Harmony's attack.
The death of Greg.
Clint and the others that ended up going to jail.
The full out attack on the clubhouse.
Making their escape through the tunnel.
The deaths of Quinn and Cope.

She had feared for her life over that span of twenty-four hours more than any person should have to in a life time. That wasn't the end of it though, oh hell no. Fate had more in store.

Sail with me into the dark
Sail!

Getting shipped off to Charming to be put under the protection of the SAMCRO charter. SAMREN was officially disbanded. Clint was in jail and she found out she was pregnant not long after arrival in Charming. Tessa had never felt so alone. She had no idea what to do. Everyone had their own problems. So, she didn't say anything... to anyone. Not even when Clint almost died from being stabbed in prison and two days later, Tessa had a miscarriage. Still she stayed quiet. Pulled away even more, kept to herself.

Things should have gotten better when the SAMREN guys got home from prison. And they did. Sort of. At least Clint wasn't such a dick to her anymore. But, he kept her at a distance. A lot of the guys seemed to be dealing with how to keep their families safe. Tessa tried, she really did. She was trying to gather herself back up again, get her shit together. She had a bartending job. But, she was struggling. Then the dam just seem to burst on her after Clint told her off... again. Like she should probably be used to that, but it still cut her to the core when he told her he didn't want her in his life.

The question was now, why didn't she just leave? Seemed the logical answer. Shouldn't have stopped in the first place so why not just go now? Because now she was scared. Not just scared, but terrified. Nightmares plagued her sleep. There was no where for her to go. She no longer felt safe. All she wanted was a family, someone to care about her and she either pushed them away or got pushed away herself when she tried to hard.

She didn't listen. She talked too much. She damn sure drank too much. On that note she tipped the bottle up for another drink. Sucking down the whiskey as it burned her throat.

Happy fucking birthday, Tessa.

Sail with me, sail with me
Sail!



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