Post by Grace Devereux on Apr 1, 2009 18:43:24 GMT -5
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Name: Grace Devereux
Age: She died when she was 20 years old. She’s now 21
Species: Immortal
Celeb:
Sophia Bush
Personality:
One way to describe Grace is to say that she is very cautious. Ever since she woke, not being able to remember anything and not recognizing one thing around her, she’s learned that she needs to be cautious. She doesn’t trust people easily and she has every right not to. Every person she’s met since she’s woken has been corrupted. Well, okay, not every person. But, needless to say she’s had to fight of a few of them. That hasn’t been easy and it wasn’t until recently that she has been able to fight them without getting horribly hurt. She’s taught herself a few things over the year that she’s been this whole new person. Mostly she keeps to herself and tries to survive. She helps people when she can on the way, but she’s trying to get out.
Once you get to know her, though, she might be broken, but she has gotten stronger. She’s sarcastic and pretty witty, but she doesn’t know where that came from. The block in her mind keeping her from her past haunts her and it tends to get her down at times when people ask her questions, but other than that, she tries not to act all depressed and whatnot. Everyone’s been through tragedies. Some worse than others. She was pretty sure that not being able to remember things wasn’t as bad as some of the horrors some people have to go through. She’s quiet, but it’s not because she’s shy. Like I said, she’s just cautious and now she’s a dangerous fighter when she chooses to be.
She’s scared of what she is because she doesn’t know what that is. She’s been fighting numerous times, but she never dies. She’s lost battles and yet she still stands. Jumping off a building didn’t kill her and nothing could. That scares her and she hasn’t learned much about it because she’s afraid if someone knows, she’s pretty much screwed.
History:
There was a ringing in her ears when she woke. Her eyes were blurred and there seemed to be fire all around her. Bodies burning. People screaming. But she couldn’t hear any of it. For a moment, she thought she was going deaf. That some sort of blast had taken away her hearing, but she didn’t know much at all. She didn’t recognize the place around her. Mind you, it was blown to bits, but the sign… it was still there. Once she squinted her eyes, she could see what it was. A psychiatric hospital. Chrondilae Psychiatric Hospital. That didn’t sound good at all. Then there was something that struck her as rather odd. Why had she been there? Was she a doctor or a visitor?
It took her a bit to look down at her wrist and the plastic band around it. When she looked closer, there was a patient number and the name Grace Devereux. So she was a patient there. Thinking harder about that name did nothing for her. She had no idea who that person was. It couldn’t be her, could it? But then again, if it wasn’t her, why was she wearing the band? Also, if it wasn’t her, then who was she? She couldn’t remember anything. It seemed like anything before her waking just then had been erased. All of the people, the bodies, around her, burning… none of their faces were recognized by her stranger of a being. Oh well, it would wear off, right?
But it didn’t.
She walked, she ate, she slept and walked some more. No sight she saw brought back any memories. It was just all a blank. She was a blank. The newspapers and different things around her were saying it was the end. Their planet was pretty much screwed. She couldn’t feel sadness for it, because how could you feel sad for a world that you didn’t remember? There was no one in this world that she loved. I mean, she could have loved them and forgotten, but this new girl? This new Grace, didn’t have any loves. Any family. Nothing. She had absolutely nothing except the band around her wrist and a strange crystal necklace.
It took her a while to get used to coping. She learned how to run, how to hide and how to fight. But most of all, she learned how to survive. It was strange, really, how she could fight all these people that were much more skilled than her, but never die. It was awkward, really. But it helped matters. She learned that she needed to have her guard up around everyone. You didn’t know who was faking and who was true. She’d saved a couple of people before, but they ended up being the bad guys. Things like that were easy to run into. It seemed as though the world was a great big mess. Everyone was upset, but she didn’t know any different. Grace had been born into this world. The new Grace, that is.
It didn’t take her long to realize, though, that things weren’t changing. Her face was the same all the time. She wasn’t growing older. Mind you, it had only been a few months, but with all the stress of hiding, running and fighting, you’re bound to grow old. But she didn’t. Also, when she fought, she didn’t die. So, to experiment that theory, not caring about either result, she jumped off the top of a four story building. Still nothing. Slitting her wrists didn’t do it either. Banging her wrists didn’t help at all. Hell, they didn’t even leave scars. The only scars she had were the ones from before. Scars on her wrists from bindings and scars on her back, from unknown things. Huge scratch marks down her back. They terrified her for some unknown reason.
There was something wrong with Grace, but she didn’t know what. It was easy to find out that all humans weren’t immortal. But she’d never met another one. It was just her. She couldn’t die. No matter what she did, she was alive. It was obnoxious but it was also really creepy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever she was, it wasn’t right. But she kept on. Fighting, eating, sleeping and walking. After living like that, she found something. Someone. They were headed to LA. There was supposed to be something there. People who fought against the monsters of the world. It seemed like everything around her was ash, dust and horror. This place - this… LA… it sounded amazing. It sounded safer. She had never felt safe, maybe she was about to find some sort of safety when she got there.
Occupation: Rogue, runner…
Likes:
- Oranges
- The smell of peppermint
- Men
- Humor
- Dogs
- Guns
- Knives
- Skull bracelets
- Strawberries
Dislikes:
- Potato chips
- Mountain Dew
- Energy Drinks
- Demons
- Women
- Cats
- Being bound
- Wine
- Peaches
Cannon?: Nope
Codeword: [ADMIN EDIT]
RP Sample:
Bellatrix was never that good at being early or on time to anything. Seriously, that’s one of the things that tended to get her in trouble. The only way she was ever on time or early is if the situation at hand had something to do with the Dark Lord. This event definitely didn’t have anything to do with him. Not at all. Just another lovely Black family crisis. It seems like they were getting those daily. This time, though, the reason she was late wasn’t because she had chosen to be. She was out doing a job that she was sent to do by Lord Voldemort. This job ended up being up in Romania, which was very far away from London, and the owl must have gotten lost somewhere along the way, because it ended up arriving there the day that Sirius was leaving. But, then again, knowing her mother, Druella probably just found out that day and sent an owl, expecting that wherever Bellatrix was, she would have the time to fly all the way to Grimmauld Place to meet them there and curse her cousin. Because, you know, Bellatrix didn’t have a life or anything, right? Though, she couldn’t very well say it was her mother that sent the letter, because she wasn’t sure who it was, really. The writing was really fast, so now that she thought about it, maybe the fight had just broken out and someone had the decency to write her about it.
After cursing for a few minutes or so, she got on her broom and began flying to her aunt’s house. It wasn’t a surprise that Sirius was leaving, really. After all, he didn’t ever like where he lived and was nothing like the family at all. He got accepted into Gryffindor and then started becoming best friends with mudbloods and blood traitors. It was pathetic. The boy was a walking, talking drama case in the Black family and although most of her was in a rage that someone would willingly leave it, the situation would give her some actual time to do her job as opposed to being called back every time her aunt or mom had a hissy fit. That was definitely getting on her nerves. If she was going to continue being the Dark Lord’s favorite, she would have to be able to perform the tasks given to her, and that required having the task be more important in her life than her family issues.
As she landed on the sidewalk in front of Grimmauld Place, she clenched her jaw. “Holy Merlin.” she muttered as she began walking up to the door. With how loud the howling and screaming was in that house, it was a surprise that Muggles couldn’t hear everything they were saying. It was definitely in the Black blood to yell and scream when you wanted to get your point across. Bellatrix tended not to do it so much anymore because she was pretty much living at the Dark Lord’s place of residence and you learned to keep your mouth shut or talk in a level tone. The Dark Lord rarely yelled and that taught her a few things. Living with the Dark Lord was something she needed to do because he was teaching her all sorts of dark magic that she needed to know. She was learning things that most dark wizards and witches her age had only dreamed about. She was being taught by the most powerful wizard in the world - Lord Voldemort.
She walked into the grungy house and grimaced at the loud, screeching noise that would be her aunt’s voice. That was one screech that Bellatrix would never get used to. It almost burst her eardrums every time she heard the horrible noise. She swore her aunt was seriously a mandrake in another life. Bellatrix remembered when she was younger and still attending Hogwarts, in Herbology they had to take mandrakes out of the old pots and put them in new ones. That was the loudest and most horrifying screeching she had ever heard, but her aunt was definitely up there. It was pathetic. Anytime she came to Grimmauld Place, she always left with a blaring migraine.
Walking up the stairs, she stopped when she saw James Potter. With a devious smirk, she stepped up in front of him and tilted her head, “So, I hear you’re the one that’s helping my blessed cousin out of this house.” She tsked and shook her head, moving a hand to mess with his hair, “You do know that you helped put a target on his head.” Bringing her hand back down, a cold glare would form in her eyes, “This family and the people we associate with don‘t take well to little boys who betray their family for blood traitors, mud bloods and special beings that howl at the moon.” Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, “Things don‘t turn out to well for the people they leave with either. I‘d watch out for myself if I were you because you now have me as an enemy and trust me when I say that is one of the last things you want, Potter.” A grin would display itself on her face as she pushes past James.
The shouting was easy to follow and she found her family all together standing there yelling, shouting and in some people’s cases, screeching their opinions about the matter at hand. Bellatrix folded her arms and listened to some of it. She could lightly feel the dark mark on her left forearm moving, but it wasn’t enough to where she would feel a huge tug at the Dark Lord’s power. Just sometimes the mark would twitch or writhe a bit. It used to alarm her, but now she’d gotten used to it and it tended to be a lovely comfort. Looking to her right, she saw her other cousin Regulus and she smirked. That was the cousin she really got along with. They had begun to see more of each other and she realized that there were some people in her family she got along with more than others - and he was one of them. It seemed that he was turning a bit like her - though, people would beg to differ considering everyone thought Bellatrix was a little off. That was the light way of putting it. Anyway, it seemed that he was turning into something that she had become. That made her proud of her little cousin.
As she looked around, she saw her two sisters and her mother. As usual their father wasn’t there, but that wasn’t very surprising. Most likely her sisters and mom were just visiting their aunt when this happened. Unlike other families, the Black’s go and visit each other a lot. Bellatrix grew up around her aunt, uncle and cousins. As far as her own family was concerned, she wasn’t really that close with her mother or father. It seemed that Narcissa was their father’s favorite and it was obvious that Andromeda was their mother’s favorite, so Bellatrix kind of grew up independent. Though, she did love her Uncle Orion. He treated her like his own daughter at times which made her feel great really. She’d never admit that it kind of made her feel like she wasn’t at home every time she went home. She just never felt like her mother and father were her parents. Good thing she was independent, though.
After everyone had their fair share of yelling, Bellatrix stepped forward. It had been a while since she had seen Sirius, and she had remembered screaming at him, cursing him. Yes, that was back when she screamed a lot more to get her point across. Instead, she let out a weird giggle when she walked up to him. Smirking, she said, “One day, Sirius.” She leaned forward and hissed slightly, “One day, I will end you and you will scream but there will be no stopping.” She tsked and stepped back, “You’re not worthy of the Black name and after you leave, there’s no more acting like the poor, innocent misfit. You’re no longer a Black.” A cold glare would form in her eyes once more. “You’re no longer my cousin. Now, you’re just another wizard who isn’t worthy of his powers.” Tilting her head, she giggled once more, “Just another little boy that will give me the entertainment of watching the life leave from his eyes.” Biting her lip, it seemed the slightly deranged Black looked excited, like she was looking forward to it. Her dark mark twitched again.
