Tori Bradley
Luna
Name: Gracelyn Deveraux
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 141 lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Gracelyn can be described as a firecracker. She seeks thrill and danger, and values her free will above all else. If caged or controlled, she's disobedient and disrespectful. She's highly intelligent and intellectual, giving her a higher than average IQ. Gracelyn is also sarcastic, witty, and blunt. She has no filter on what she says, whether it hurts someone or not. She loves to win, and absolutely loathes being told no.
Alias: Viper
Equipment/Gadgets/Implants/Etc:
Sig Sauer AR-15
Springfield 9mm (x2)
Colt Python with 6" Barrel - .357 Magnum
M9 Combat Knife
Throwing Knives
Chinese Ring Daggers
Silencers (x4)
Abilities/Skills:
High pain tolerance
Highly intelligent
Resourceful - She can make something out of everything
Weaknesses:
LLI (Low Latent Inhibition) - Lack of the ability to focus on a singular sense. She's always aware of everything, and takes everything in all at once. This can overload her brain and nervous system
Short-temper - It's very easy for her to get pissed off
[SIZE= 18px]Her independence - To most, this would be seen as a strength, but for someone who's constantly on the run, her inability to accept help can leave her defenseless[/SIZE]
Bio: Gracelyn was born in Harlem, New York to Jace and Alice Deveraux. Her childhood was dismal at best. Or, what little of her childhood she had. Her family was extremely poor and lived in a trailer with a roof that caved in and a backyard the flooded. Not to mention she lived in a bad neighborhood and was constantly subjected to robberies and break ins. Her father ran with a local biker gang, shooting up convenience stores and screwing prostitutes all hours of the night. When he did come home, he spent his time drinking himself into a stupor and beating the shit out of his wife. Her mother stayed at home and attempted to care for her daughter, which Gracelyn loved her for, but eventually, the tender-hearted woman couldn't take it anymore and she shot herself up with enough heroine to kill her.
Following his wife's death, Jace only got worse. He needed a new punching bag, and his eleven year old daughter seemed like a pretty good target. At first, it was a couple punches here and there, maybe a shove into the wall. But as she got older and came into herself, it became so much more. The beatings grew in intensity, and her father started a whole new kind of abuse. She lost her virginity to him at fourteen, and continued to suffer at his hands until she was seventeen, at which time she waited until he was passed out drunk on the couch to take his gun and kill him. Following the gunshot, the neighbors would see her sprint from the house, dressed in nothing but jeans and a faded sweatshirt with a pair of beat up converse on her feet and a ripped backpack in her hand.
Gracelyn ran until she reached Maple Pines. Here, she took up refuge in an abandoned hospital, stealing her food and supplies from the surrounding convenient stores. She lived like this for a couple of weeks before she slipped up. An undercover cop caught her robbing one of the stores and followed her back to the hospital. He called the local police and they came. Upon finding her counting her stolen cash in one of the rooms, they arrested her. At the police station, she was panicking. She knew the cops in Harlem would've reported a runaway and a murderer. When they ran her prints, they'd know it was her. She'd be locked up for years. Locked in a holding cell, she waited for them to figure out who she was.
She was there for about three hours before someone approached her cell, only to inform her she had made bail. Stunned to her core, Gracelyn followed the officer to the front desk, got her stuff from him, and left. She went back to the hospital where she'd been staying. She found an envelope waiting there for her. The letter was from a man who called himself the King. He told her what he'd done for her, and how she'd be repaying him. Two of his men would be there to "collect her" within the hour. Gracelyn was grateful for his help, but she wasn't about to become someone's lackey just because he'd bailed her out of prison. So she packed her stuff and took off. She found refuge in a new place, an abandoned apartment complex on the city's South side. She believed the man had left her be, but upon returning home one day she found another letter. This one told her she wouldn't slip away so easily this time. Following reading the note, two men appeared as if they'd come out of the shadows and knocked her out.
When she woke up, she was tied to a chair, faced by a man she assumed to be the one who called himself King. She questioned him, asking where the hell he'd taken her. And she demanded to be released. The man refused, seeming rather amused by her outburst, and informed of her new role as his subordinate. Gracelyn laughed, saying that would never happen. In response, the man put her through a process to break her, and make her obedient. It worked, for about two and a half years. But, Gracelyn's thirst for freedom and her free-spirit could not long be hidden, and when she hit the six month mark of her second year, she killed three of his men while he was out and made her escape. She's been running from him ever since.
Occupation: Gracelyn is an escaped subordinate of the King's.
Extra: She has the infinity symbol tattooed on the back of her neck as a sign of her resilience.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 141 lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Gracelyn can be described as a firecracker. She seeks thrill and danger, and values her free will above all else. If caged or controlled, she's disobedient and disrespectful. She's highly intelligent and intellectual, giving her a higher than average IQ. Gracelyn is also sarcastic, witty, and blunt. She has no filter on what she says, whether it hurts someone or not. She loves to win, and absolutely loathes being told no.
Alias: Viper
Equipment/Gadgets/Implants/Etc:
Sig Sauer AR-15
Springfield 9mm (x2)
Colt Python with 6" Barrel - .357 Magnum
M9 Combat Knife
Throwing Knives
Chinese Ring Daggers
Silencers (x4)
Abilities/Skills:
High pain tolerance
Highly intelligent
Resourceful - She can make something out of everything
Weaknesses:
LLI (Low Latent Inhibition) - Lack of the ability to focus on a singular sense. She's always aware of everything, and takes everything in all at once. This can overload her brain and nervous system
Short-temper - It's very easy for her to get pissed off
[SIZE= 18px]Her independence - To most, this would be seen as a strength, but for someone who's constantly on the run, her inability to accept help can leave her defenseless[/SIZE]
Bio: Gracelyn was born in Harlem, New York to Jace and Alice Deveraux. Her childhood was dismal at best. Or, what little of her childhood she had. Her family was extremely poor and lived in a trailer with a roof that caved in and a backyard the flooded. Not to mention she lived in a bad neighborhood and was constantly subjected to robberies and break ins. Her father ran with a local biker gang, shooting up convenience stores and screwing prostitutes all hours of the night. When he did come home, he spent his time drinking himself into a stupor and beating the shit out of his wife. Her mother stayed at home and attempted to care for her daughter, which Gracelyn loved her for, but eventually, the tender-hearted woman couldn't take it anymore and she shot herself up with enough heroine to kill her.
Following his wife's death, Jace only got worse. He needed a new punching bag, and his eleven year old daughter seemed like a pretty good target. At first, it was a couple punches here and there, maybe a shove into the wall. But as she got older and came into herself, it became so much more. The beatings grew in intensity, and her father started a whole new kind of abuse. She lost her virginity to him at fourteen, and continued to suffer at his hands until she was seventeen, at which time she waited until he was passed out drunk on the couch to take his gun and kill him. Following the gunshot, the neighbors would see her sprint from the house, dressed in nothing but jeans and a faded sweatshirt with a pair of beat up converse on her feet and a ripped backpack in her hand.
Gracelyn ran until she reached Maple Pines. Here, she took up refuge in an abandoned hospital, stealing her food and supplies from the surrounding convenient stores. She lived like this for a couple of weeks before she slipped up. An undercover cop caught her robbing one of the stores and followed her back to the hospital. He called the local police and they came. Upon finding her counting her stolen cash in one of the rooms, they arrested her. At the police station, she was panicking. She knew the cops in Harlem would've reported a runaway and a murderer. When they ran her prints, they'd know it was her. She'd be locked up for years. Locked in a holding cell, she waited for them to figure out who she was.
She was there for about three hours before someone approached her cell, only to inform her she had made bail. Stunned to her core, Gracelyn followed the officer to the front desk, got her stuff from him, and left. She went back to the hospital where she'd been staying. She found an envelope waiting there for her. The letter was from a man who called himself the King. He told her what he'd done for her, and how she'd be repaying him. Two of his men would be there to "collect her" within the hour. Gracelyn was grateful for his help, but she wasn't about to become someone's lackey just because he'd bailed her out of prison. So she packed her stuff and took off. She found refuge in a new place, an abandoned apartment complex on the city's South side. She believed the man had left her be, but upon returning home one day she found another letter. This one told her she wouldn't slip away so easily this time. Following reading the note, two men appeared as if they'd come out of the shadows and knocked her out.
When she woke up, she was tied to a chair, faced by a man she assumed to be the one who called himself King. She questioned him, asking where the hell he'd taken her. And she demanded to be released. The man refused, seeming rather amused by her outburst, and informed of her new role as his subordinate. Gracelyn laughed, saying that would never happen. In response, the man put her through a process to break her, and make her obedient. It worked, for about two and a half years. But, Gracelyn's thirst for freedom and her free-spirit could not long be hidden, and when she hit the six month mark of her second year, she killed three of his men while he was out and made her escape. She's been running from him ever since.
Occupation: Gracelyn is an escaped subordinate of the King's.
Extra: She has the infinity symbol tattooed on the back of her neck as a sign of her resilience.
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