Name: Grace Mathews

Age:18

Appearance:


Weapon: Whip

Background: Grace is considered to have had a very tragic life though to look at her few could guess.

Grace was delivered C-section from the womb of her mother who had died in a train wreck. Her doctor had been the forensics doctor at the local morgue who seeing the belly of a pregnant corpse move acted with haste.
Using the tools he normally used to dissect the dead he cut her out and lifted her blood covered body from her dead mother and wrapped her in the sheets normally used to shroud the dead.

She was turned over to the nearby hospital to be checked for injuries as the authorities sought any family she might have.

When no one came forward the children's service named her Grace the social worker having a sense of irony for the little girl was the only survivor of the passenger car in which she was found.

She was briefly a child celebrity as news services clamored to see her and tell her story. Once the interest died down she was discreetly offered up for adoption and taken in by the Mathews family.

Her life till she turned 8 was typical then while attending a family vacation in Israel was caught in the blast of a suicide bomb. Once again Grace had been in a scene of great tragedy and came out merely stunned and once again without family

Retrieved by the authorities Grace was sent home where she was again the subject of the presses interest.

Grace then was shuffled from foster home to foster home never living in any of them for more than a year. Till her 13th birthday when she was taken in by a Methodist children's home where she spent 2 years till a fire destroyed the girl's dormitory killing six of her fellow students and a teacher.

Once more Grace was shuttled through the system and even the social workers had decided she somehow carried the curse of death around her.

Even amid this turmoil and insecurity Grace excelled at her schooling graduating with a 4.0 average. But because of her erratic school record she was not the speaker at her high school graduation

She didn't even think of applying for scholarships instead thinking she'd simply just become a wanderer. Now free from the system she was just beginning her wandering when she Encountered a recruiter from BU who knew her secret. Who knew she was able to see days before the event a dark shroud surround those about to die. He convinced Grace that there was a place that understood her and where she'd be welcomed, where death was no longer her curse.

Personality: Grace is always happy even when others believe she should be sad or worried. This habit is unnerving to some and annoying to others but she doesn't care. Grace loves spicy food to the point of obsession the hotter the better and it reflects it's self in any dish she's responsible for cooking.
She loves to dress provocatively but is unaware that she is so dressed thinking others make a big deal over her clothing

Quote: "But I only put 12 ghost peppers in the sauce, it should be mild?"

The Fix
(The below story is meant only as an example not to demonstrate fore knowledge of BIU)

Grace was listening to a couple arguing at a nearby table as she tried to eat her meal which had caused the waiter to wander off coughing and his eyes to water from the excessive spices. The girl at the table was crying as the guy treated her as if she were a dog in need of chastising.

She tried to not stare at the young man who was speaking rudely to his girl friend but she could clearly she he now was sheathed by a dark shroud. He was already marked by death but it was the tendrils of his shroud which tried to attach to the girl that concerned Grace.

It could mean anything but it did signal that his death might try and touch another. This concerned Grace because she didn't believe death was due any extra victims simply because they stood nearby. She had to come up with some way to deflect this death from the other girl even though she didn't know her.

She saw her opportunity when the girl left for the ladies and followed her. Grace had no real plan for what she was going to do but thought she could just wing it.. She quietly entered the bathroom and heard the girl talking to herself. Peeking around the corner she saw the girl as the sink wiping her face as she talked to herself in the mirror.

"No body treats me like that anymore, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of his cheating, I'm sick of his treatment and I'm sick of him threatening to show everybody that dam video." She sniffles.

Then as Grace spies on her she sees the girl examine a pistol hidden in her purse which she then shoves back inside. Grace slips back out of the bathroom before the other girl catches her looking and as she resumes her seat shrugs as she thinks "Well you can't fix everything"

She resumes her meal savoring every bite and even manages to no longer be distracted by the arguing couple.

Name: Marcus Blake
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark black hair with hazel brown eyes


Weapon: Bladed Cestus

Background with the 3 paragraph insert:
Marcus sat in his room, he had been in another argument with his parents about his lack of effort during work, and how he was a waste of space in the family. His older brother is a well renowned lawyer, known for his ability to win around eighty percent of his cases and getting the criminal rightfully jailed, so as his younger brother and also studying law Marcus' parents always compare him to his older brother always making him feel useless and pathetic. it had always been that way, since he was younger he had been the other son.

"urgh sick and tired of being treated this way just because i mess around in class more than he did" Marcus ventured over to his desk to see a small little envelope sitting aside the computer, it was the acceptance from the BU, a university he had been chosen by, not because of his intellect, but mostly for the part of him hidden away from other people. "Mum... Dad, i'm going to Black University... to study law?" His parents didn't believe in him, and thought that he would fail this course, but he didn't care since it wasn't the complete reason he was going.

Marcus began packing his bags, he packed some clothes, some items that he though would be necessary for his new life away from home. His laptop was the first thing he placed in a bag and chucked aside, then his clothes were packed into a red suitcase, all the other items remained in his room stacked away neatly. He slumped onto his bed and sighed, "how long will it take for mum or dad to sell my things once i leave?" in truth Marcus loved his family dearly, he always did but he never had the best relationship with them, so leaving wasn't going to be hard on him, not even the slightest.

Personality: Marcus is a passive person, doesn't like to get involved with things that doesn't effect him, though he contradicts himself on this as he will act upon righteousness and good spirit. He likes to protect people, and usually finds himself in trouble after helping someone else out of their troubles. He is socially active, being the person that is usually always talking to others and usually told of for it, but he finds comfort in speaking to others.

Quote: "Woops... guess i underestimated myself there... sorry"