[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=00a651][center]Character Name: Grace Hudson[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]

[center][b][color=00a651]Location: Walking towards the General Barracks[/color][/b] 
[b][color=00a651]Interacting With: Anybody willing to listen[/color][/b][/center][hr][hr]

Grace walked up towards the Barracks, a woman her age normally isn't seen towards a barracks at least not for the reasons she's walking towards it. She's late and she knows it, feeling kinda awkward as she packed light. As she enters she hopes her looks will put a smile on someone. [color=00a651]"Uh, hello everybody. I'm Grace Hudson, I just got here ready to volunteer."[/color] She immediately blushes, sighs and turns. [color=00a651][i]Well don't I sound like a wanton woman from one of my trashy romance novels.[/i][/color] She thinks. She walks out of the barracks and tries to introduce herself yet again.

[color=00a651]"I'm Grace Hudson and I'm ready to serve my dear."[/color] She says. She pauses and taps someone on a shoulder. [color=00a651]"Excuse me my dear sir, did I sound too matronly for someone like me?"[/color] She asks. Anybody seeing her do this has realized while she's a pretty face that has some skills, it's not in the combat scenario, on the field or inspiring people. That or just a woman that is obsessed with her image.