Name: Grace "The Ghost" Tully
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance:
Grace is hardly what anyone would consider to be a threat. She isn't intimidating. She isn't physically powerful. The girl stands at a pathetic five foot nothing, and weighs in at 95 lbs soaking wet. Her build is slim. The muscle she has is enough to be quick and agile, but not enough to hold her own in hand-to-hand combat. A single punch would send Grace flying.
Grace's dark hair hangs in haphazard layers around her face, often tied back in a messy ponytail.
Personality:
Her quiet nature and stealthiness are what earned Grace her nickname. In the industry, she is known as The Ghost. Despite being a high school drop out, she is astoundingly intelligent. She knows how to talk to people, how to make them listen to what she has to say. Often, she will use her innocent appearance to her advantage, sneaking her way close to a target before killing them.
Even after getting rid of her parents, Grace was never able to shed her past. Her feelings of self-hatred, a seed sown by the words of her mother and father so many years ago, have only grown. She is a murderer. Even with good intentions, she is a killer. And for that, she deserves to die. If The Tournament kills her, Grace says it was meant to be. However, she has vowed to take out as many truly vicious killers as she can before her own demise.
Background:
Grace comes from a damaged childhood. Her younger years were spent growing up in a small town in rural Maine, United States. She is unable to remember a time when there weren't bruises on her arms, inflicted by her own parents. Her father was an alcoholic, her mother strictly religious. For all the idea was beat into her, Grace was never able to believe in the concept of a god. No god would let her live the life she'd been forced into. No god would let her parents send her to bed with no food and a bloody nose. She was quiet, reserved, and soft spoken for her entire life. She distanced herself at school, and refused to connect to anyone. By high school, Grace was a damaged mess of adolescent hormones and hatred; hatred towards herself, her parents, and everyone else in the world.
They say some people get pushed over the edge. In Grace's case...she wasn't pushed. She jumped. It was a Friday when she killed her parents. 7:24 in the evening. The murder was clean, meticulous. With a scalpel stolen from her school's art room, she sliced her parents' jugulars during dinner. Had they been expecting the crime, maybe they would have put up a struggle. Maybe Grace wouldn't have won. But that was not how events played out.
That same evening, Grace disappeared. She became The Ghost.
She caught a bus, hitch-hiked, and walked. Eventually, she made her way to New York City. From there, it was easy to survive. The seventeen year old kept herself anonymous. She payed cash for everything, stolen from her parents' vault before she left. She cut her hair. Kept her head down. But eventually, cash began to run short. Finally, Grace was forced to find a means of income. She began murdering and robbing. Her victims were always the scum of the earth. Rapists. Abusers. Sadists. Murderers without a cause. Her methods ranged from gunshots to garrotes to snapped necks. No trace was ever left. In time, she began to earn herself jobs as a contract killer. Even so, she kept strong to her ideals, only slaughtering those who deserved to die.
Weapon of choice: Sniper Rifle
Preferred method of killing: From a distance. Grace knows she isn't strong fighter. She stays away from hand-to-hand combat unless she's certain she can gain the upper hand.
Theme music: Shed My Skin - Two Steps From Hell
Apologies, that turned out far longer than I intended.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance:
Grace is hardly what anyone would consider to be a threat. She isn't intimidating. She isn't physically powerful. The girl stands at a pathetic five foot nothing, and weighs in at 95 lbs soaking wet. Her build is slim. The muscle she has is enough to be quick and agile, but not enough to hold her own in hand-to-hand combat. A single punch would send Grace flying.
Grace's dark hair hangs in haphazard layers around her face, often tied back in a messy ponytail.
Personality:
Her quiet nature and stealthiness are what earned Grace her nickname. In the industry, she is known as The Ghost. Despite being a high school drop out, she is astoundingly intelligent. She knows how to talk to people, how to make them listen to what she has to say. Often, she will use her innocent appearance to her advantage, sneaking her way close to a target before killing them.
Even after getting rid of her parents, Grace was never able to shed her past. Her feelings of self-hatred, a seed sown by the words of her mother and father so many years ago, have only grown. She is a murderer. Even with good intentions, she is a killer. And for that, she deserves to die. If The Tournament kills her, Grace says it was meant to be. However, she has vowed to take out as many truly vicious killers as she can before her own demise.
Background:
Grace comes from a damaged childhood. Her younger years were spent growing up in a small town in rural Maine, United States. She is unable to remember a time when there weren't bruises on her arms, inflicted by her own parents. Her father was an alcoholic, her mother strictly religious. For all the idea was beat into her, Grace was never able to believe in the concept of a god. No god would let her live the life she'd been forced into. No god would let her parents send her to bed with no food and a bloody nose. She was quiet, reserved, and soft spoken for her entire life. She distanced herself at school, and refused to connect to anyone. By high school, Grace was a damaged mess of adolescent hormones and hatred; hatred towards herself, her parents, and everyone else in the world.
They say some people get pushed over the edge. In Grace's case...she wasn't pushed. She jumped. It was a Friday when she killed her parents. 7:24 in the evening. The murder was clean, meticulous. With a scalpel stolen from her school's art room, she sliced her parents' jugulars during dinner. Had they been expecting the crime, maybe they would have put up a struggle. Maybe Grace wouldn't have won. But that was not how events played out.
That same evening, Grace disappeared. She became The Ghost.
She caught a bus, hitch-hiked, and walked. Eventually, she made her way to New York City. From there, it was easy to survive. The seventeen year old kept herself anonymous. She payed cash for everything, stolen from her parents' vault before she left. She cut her hair. Kept her head down. But eventually, cash began to run short. Finally, Grace was forced to find a means of income. She began murdering and robbing. Her victims were always the scum of the earth. Rapists. Abusers. Sadists. Murderers without a cause. Her methods ranged from gunshots to garrotes to snapped necks. No trace was ever left. In time, she began to earn herself jobs as a contract killer. Even so, she kept strong to her ideals, only slaughtering those who deserved to die.
Weapon of choice: Sniper Rifle
Preferred method of killing: From a distance. Grace knows she isn't strong fighter. She stays away from hand-to-hand combat unless she's certain she can gain the upper hand.
Theme music: Shed My Skin - Two Steps From Hell
Apologies, that turned out far longer than I intended.
