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Selfish Swan

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Graciela M. Wright

_{You? Better than me? Keep dreaming, sweetie.}

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• Name:

Graciela Miranda Wright | nickname: Grace, G

• Age:

30

• Gender:

Transgender

• Sexuality:

Heterosexual

• Role:

Selfish Swan

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• Brave • Bitchy • Confident • Vain •

• Personality:

Grace can spend her whole day in front of the mirror if she wants to, experimenting with make-up and different outfits that she finds herself beautiful in. She's not afraid to speak her mind about something she's not agreeing to, and is most specially not afraid to break her acrylic nails while punching your face. Since the latter part is kind of unwoman-like, she exudes all her pent-up emotions through her photo-shoots and modeling on the runway. Though fierce, Grace is a total sweetheart and will only treat others on how they treat her back, save for the fact that she always thinks she's better and better looking than some.

• Hobbies & Interests:

• Shopping
• Yoga
• Photography
• Partying
• Posting on social media

• Likes & Dislikes:

✓ Big, strong men
✓ Sweets
✓ Mukbangs
✓ Parties

✗ Hot weather/temperature
✗ Homophobes
✗ Sports in general
✗ Raisins

• Other:

Grace is half-American, half-Filipina. She has a heart tattoo on her butt that she got with her friends when she was drunk years ago.

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• Biography:

Graciela Miranda Wright's family were on their way to America when a sudden storm wrecked the airplane they were riding. Grace, her mother Regine, and older brother Maxim were few of the lucky survivors but there were still many dead, and more missing. Norman, Grace's father, was one of the people whose body was never found despite countless days of the authorities searching. Grace's relatives in America took the family in and helped raised them.

Even at an early age, Grace, then George, knew that there was something wrong about her but just don't know what it was. It didn't help when she wasn't good-looking back when she was a child. She still remembered the time when she tried to give flowers to a girl in a playground only for said girl to look at Grace then from head to toe, gave her that sneering look, and flicked her hair as she coldly laughed with her friends. From that point on, Grace vowed one day that she will be more beautiful than these women and show them who's boss.

Grace found inspiration from the beauty magazines she read while waiting for her mom at salons. When her mom was at work, she used to experiment with Regine's make-up and put on her dresses while admiring herself at the mirror. Regine caught Grace red-handed with lipstick all over Grace's lips while wearing her mother's summer dress. Grace remembered how her mother tenderly laughed and taught her how to properly put on a lipstick. At that point, she has never felt more beautiful.

From then on, Grace would cross-dress and was often sent to the principal's office during her highschool years for "wearing and acting indecent", along with the constant bullying from others. Nevertheless, Grace found loyal friends and graduated high school through hardwork and support from her family. Even while attending school, Grace worked at the sides to save money for her mom and for herself. She continued to work until she finally had enough to afford sex-change operations and feminization treatments to realize her dream of becoming a true woman.

She loved to post selfies of herself and her OOTDs which garnered the attention of several model scouts that earned her a gateway through the world of modeling. Of course, life isn't full of buterflies and rainbows; Grace got rejected in almost all the modeling agencies she went to when she told them she was trans. So when one agency accepted her, Grace worked hard day and night to prove that she rightfully belongs in this industry. As of now she's a full-time model, having appeared in many fashion magazines, walked many runways, even being an extra in a movie or two.

When she got the invitation of being reunited with her classmates back at Rising Sun Elementary School, Grace had second thoughts of wanting to go as she didn't know how they might take it in that their classmate named 'George' goes by 'Graciela' now. After much thinking, Grace finally decided to go for Ms. Deville's sake. Besides, Grace thought it would be very interesting and exciting to see how they'll react when they see her.

LANTERN (redux)

@drewccapp eh sorry bout that part. It was my mistake as I misunderstood the map. I actually thought there's nothing on Woomdaly but a windmill in the center of a field so I gotta change that part xD

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley lemme pm ya (is that how they say it lol}

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

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"Weird?", Eilsel asked with his brow raised to the swordsman as he shot javelins that pierced through the Reavers. "Kissing is, like, generally practiced all around Elysia. Maybe it's your race that's so sensitive that they make kissing a big deal".

The swordsman, who's slicing through the Reavers at ease, managed to look back at Eilsel just to give him an exasperated and smug look before going back to commit genocide. Eilsel, on the other hand, felt even more irritated. How can this guy be so smug all the time?, he thought to himself as he filled his side of the battlefield with toxic mist and hardening it to encase the Reavers in toxic crystals, trapping and killing them slowly at the same time.

Though he hates to admit it, but Eilsel thought they make a pretty good team. The swordsman was a good vanguard as his giant sword seem to be able to cut through the enemies' plasma blasts while Eilsel would support him by giving him a floating shield whenever a Reaver would attack him from his blind spot and Eilsel will through a javelin to the Reaver's head.

Whenever Eilsel felt they were overwhelmed, he'd generate a wall of liquid acid and splashed the enemies forward, burning their armor and skin. Thanks to Eilsel's kiss, the swordsman was unaffected by the wave and he even rode it to push through the enemy lines and kill more of the Reavers.

Remembering his mistake earlier, Eilsel made sure to glance up from time to time and sure enough, the Reaver's ship was picking out more and more of their dead kin while a new ship was on its way here. "Really funny if you could smoke out the ones up there", Eilsel's companion said. While thinking about what he said, the last of the Reavers began to fire their weapons. Once again, the swordsman charged forward, cutting through their plasma blasts with ease while Eilsel ran behind him. He generated liquid acid while running, hardening the tips into crystals, and made the remaining five Reavers-on-a-stick-through-the-head ala Eilsel. He threw their dead bodies towards the other left-over bodies of the Reavers.

When the last of them were dispatched. His companion would flourish his blade with a slice, spreading the ichor across a wall to make his blade clean. He set it on a clip in his back before getting back to Eilsel. "Not a clean fight but whatever." He held out a hand. "Name's Rook. Chief of Security for the Cerberus Gate. Rides yours if you want it, least we could do after helping us out."

Eilsel inclined his head to the side. That's why he was so powerful. Guess he wasn't a know-it-all smug like what Eilsel thought after all. Eilsel returned the gesture and shook back his head. "Eilsel. Just a humble adventurer. I appreciate the offer, but my ship's just a few walks away from here. You can catch a ride with me there instead if you want."

It was then, behind him, that Eilsel would notice that there was a half dozen others, some of them wearing similar uniforms despite the race. They were carrying bags and moving out to make sure that a nearby truck still held its contents.

"Cargo's secure sir!" Shouted one of the females before she made a bowing motion to Eilsel. "Thanks for the help!" She then set out to make sure that the rest of her crew was okay and ready to get the truck started. It was obvious they seemed to be stealing it, considering how they had to rip out a panel.

Rook looked back to his Eilsel. "What do you say?"

"Before I answer I answer that question..." Eilsel turned his attention back at the approaching ship. He concentrated his energy between his palms until he could form a sphere with both acidic and toxic properties, then he willed it to shoot towards the ship.

The sphere was too small to be able to be even noticed by the enemies. It shot straight towards the inside of the ship with ease as it easily corroded the ship's surface and, with a snap of Eilsel's fingers, willed the sphere to explode. The energy released by the sphere immediately fried almost all of the Reavers inside the ship while the mist poisoned the lungs of the rest and corroded everything it touches including its energy-driven engines, eventually causing the ship itself to explode.

Eilsel turned his attention back at Rook only to realize he was staring at him along with the other soldiers near another ship. "I don't mind them taking that ship. Like I said earlier, I have my own ship that's just a few walks away. If you want to come with, better decide quickly 'cause I don't want my companion to wait any longer. Besides", Eilsel shyly said as he looked elsewhere, "I kind of have no idea of this Cerberus Gate everyone's talking about, so I thought it would be nice if someone could guide me there..."

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@ShwiggityShwah

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

@MissCapnCrunch For approval ^u^

Selfish Swan

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Graciela Wright

_{You? Better than me? Not in a million years, sweetheart.}

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• Name:

Graciela Wright | nickname: Grace

• Age:

30

• Gender:

Female

• Sexuality:

Transgender

• Role:

Selfish Swan

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• Brave • Bitchy • Self-Confident • Vain •

• Personality:

Grace can spend her whole day in front of the mirror if she wants to, experimenting with make-up and different outfits that she finds herself beautiful in. She's not afraid to speak her mind about something she's not agreeing to, and is most specially not afraid to break her acrylic nails while punching your face. Since the latter part is kind of unwoman-like, she exudes all her pent-up emotions through her photo-shoots and modeling on the runway. Though fierce, Grace is a total sweetheart and will only treat others on how they treat her back, save for the fact that she always thinks she's better and better looking than some.

• Hobbies & Interests:

• Shopping
• Yoga
• Photography
• Partying
• Posting on social media

• Likes & Dislikes:

✓ Big, strong men
✓ Sweets
✓ Mukbangs
✓ Parties

✗ Hot weather/temperature
✗ Homophobes
✗ Sports in general
✗ Raisins

• Other:

Grace is half-American, half-Australian. She has a heart tattoo on her butt that she got with her friends when she was drunk years ago.

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• Biography:

Graciela Wright's family were on their way to America when a sudden storm wrecked the airplane they were riding in. Grace, her mother Regine, and older brother Maxim were few of the lucky survivors but there were still many dead, and more missing. Norman, Grace's father, was one of the people whose body was never found despite countless days of the authorities searching. Grace's relatives in America took the family in and helped raised them.

Even at an early age, Grace, then George, knew that there was something wrong about her but just don't know what it was. It didn't help when she wasn't good-looking back when she was a child. She still remembered the time when she tried to give flowers to a girl in a playground only for said girl to look at Grace from head to toe, gave her that sneering look, and flicked her hair as she coldly laughed with her friends. From that point on, Grace vowed one day that she will be more beautiful than these women and show them who's boss.

Grace found inspiration from the beauty magazines she read while waiting for her mom at the salon. When her mom was at work, she used to experiment with Regine's make-up and put on her dresses while admiring herself at the mirror. Regine caught Grace redhanded with lipstick all over Grace's lips while wearing Regine's summer dress. Grace remembered how her mother laughed and taught her how to properly put on a lipstick. At that point, she has never felt more beautiful.

From then on, Grace would cross-dress and was often sent to the principal's office during her highschool years for "wearing and acting indecent", along with the constant bullying from others. Nevertheless, Grace found loyal friends and graduated high school through hardwork. Even while attending school, Grace worked at the sides to save money for her mom and for herself. She continued to work until she finally had enough to afford sex-change operations and feminizations to realize her dream of becoming a true woman.

She loved to post selfies of herself and her OOTDs which garnered the attention of several model scouts that earned her a gateway through the world of modeling. Of course, life isn't full of buterflies and rainbows; Grace got rejected in almost all the modeling agencies she went to when she told them she was transgender. So when one agency accepted her, Grace worked hard day and night to prove that transgenders like her can model like true girls too. As of now she's a full-time model, having appeared in many fashion magazines and being an extra in a movie or two.

When she got the invitation of being reunited with her classmates back at Rising Sun Elementary School, Grace had second thoughts of wanting to go as she didn't know how they might take it in that their classmate named 'George' goes by 'Graciela' now. After much thinking, Grace finally decided to go for Ms. Deville's sake. Besides, Grace thought it would be very interesting and exciting to see how they'll react when they see her.

LANTERN (redux)

Golde woke up from the splash of seawater on her face, coughing and spitting out the water from her mouth. She felt extremely cold and she realized Ifor took them both to another beach. She saw him beside her, being splashed on by the back and forth of the waves of the sea. Golde tried to rub off the wet sand from her skin and clothes but to no avail; instead, she heaved, dragged, pushed, and rolled Ifor towards the drier area of the beach where the waves won't reach them.

After what seemed like millennia, Golde sat down on the sand as she rested her back against Ifor and gasped for breath. She took a look around her and realized she doesn't know where they actually are with the only noticeable landmark near them was this very big and weird-looking tree that made no sense to her.

But then again, none of them all are sure either.

Golde hoped to see the very bright light that came from the obelisk or just even the sound of the airplanes used to attack them yet she couldn't see nor hear both them. She thought of the others they left, especially Elliot who was touching the obelisk, the peculiar children they saw, and the griffins.

Oh, the griffins!

Even when she's dizzy, Golde forced herself to stand up. She couldn't bear the thought of her poor, newfound friend being torn to shreds by the mass of walking nightmares that came from the beach from where they were.

She thought quickly. How can she find them if she doesn't know where they are?

A high place, Golde thought as she began to look around once more and began to approach the tree. I need to find a high pla-

Golde abruptly stopped thinking as she didn't notice it a while ago. The very big and weird-looking thing she thought was a tree was actually an old and creepy looking windmill. Golde began to nervously sweat despite being cold from being wet.

She glanced at Ifor who's still deep asleep, perhaps too tired from all the running and carrying he did. She also didn't notice it before, but just a few walks away was her medical bag. She ran to retrieve it and went back to Ifor to heal his new wounds on his arms. After that, she put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for what I did earlier, big guy", she said to him while he's unconscious. "I know you did that out of the kindness of your heart and I greatly appreciate that. I just got to find out where we and the rest are so we can join together again. I won't be long, I promise". Golde kissed Ifor's forehead, then she stood up and approached the creepy windmill.

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@Virgil

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OOC: I'll re-edit the post sometime around tom. Sorry for the inconvenience xoxo

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley WAAAAAIIIIIT

EDIT: DOOOOONEE

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

I wanna be the Selfish Swan if that's okay :)

Court of Mythical Creatures (STILL NEEDS PEOPLE)

interested as well!

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

Woah like Escape the Night! Count me in :)