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[b]Name:[/b]
Grayce Janson

[b]Age:[/b]
19

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
Graced with pale skin and even paler blonde eyes only matching in shade with her hair swept back into a low over the shoulder braid, Grayce's appearance is a stark contrast it her personality on stage, she exudes a demure and passive aura. When not in costume or full regalia she tends to wear a white cloth shirt with a simple silver ascot matched by dark brown trousers and sturdy leather boots. A simple apparel lending once more to the over all impression that Grayce lacks a personality or anything unique besides her strange eyes.

Slender build almost of that of a child, she only stands at 5 foot 3 inches weighing little more than 120 pounds, some might see her as a doll; she often plays roles of small children or younger boys even with her age she has little that would be ample enough to call a chest or to stir the loins of desire in a normal man.
 
[b]Occupation:[/b]
Performer/Player 

[b]Personality:[/b] 
While her appearance would beg to differ Grayce has a rather infectious personality, a charmer in her own right, and a gifted actress. She can take on many persona's using whichever fits the character and the scene she find's herself in. Her friends jokingly call her the Little Chancer, but in truth Grayce has a rather simple happy persona. She loves to have fun and often find's herself in the most interesting situations after talking others into going on adventures or exploring new places for new scenes with her. Many a time she's had to lie through her teeth to keep from getting fined and thrown in jail by the town's guards for finding her way into private property or the inside of someone's vault. She rarely means harm she just naturally end's up in trouble.
 
[b]History:[/b]
Orphaned as a child, Grayce was adopted by a traveling performance group. A merry band of jugglers, players, bards, and magicians that traveled from town to town advertising their services in exchange for a bed and food for the night. She couldn't count how many times they've had gates slammed in their face or they were run out of town for the rather odd taste in humor. Often their play's were heavily edited to fit the politics and morals of the town, and she could remember asking their leader why she couldn't play the small child that had their head cut off for stealing the princess' first kiss. 

He had laughed and promised to explain when she got older, and here it was 14 years later and he would still dodge her question.

It wasn't the easiest life at times, there were times they starved, and times they feasted, people left and people joined, babies were had and lost, but every time something bad happened they would have a feast to celebrate and remember the good they still had in their life. It was a core value that Grayce held dear and promised herself that she refused to dwell on the bad as long as she had something good going in her life to look forward too. Every now and then she jokingly ask the caravan leader if she could still play the small child from their early plays only to be chased away with a rag and bucket and told to wash the wagons.

Though they were a small caravan Grayce had never been bothered by the long list of chores she had to complete by the days end, often she would have to jog to keep up with the wagons and she scrapped the gunk and mud from the wheels allowing them to move smoother putting less strain on the horses. She was also taught to sew and make her own costumes and even a little reading and writing to help create new plays and skits, she never could get the hang of juggling or fire swallowing much to the amusement of the older players who tried to teach her their different skills hoping to pass on the old to the new.

All in all Grayce lives a happy life.
 
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Hmmm..booo it is rather short compared to my normal CS, but I do like it...