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[b] Grace Mercedes[/b]

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"I know it sucks, and it's scary, but it's time to be brave!"

[b]NAME[/b]
Grace Antimony Folkvar


[b]OTHER NAMES[/b]
The Tattooed Wanderer, the Saint. 

[b]GENDER[/b]
Female

[b]SEXUALITY[/b]
Hetro

[b]AGE[/b]
27

[b]Equipment[/b]
A 1988 Soft-tail Motorbike


[b]RACE[/b]
Caucasian


[b]GROUP[/b]
Loner

[b]PERSONALITY[/b]

Grace has a calm demenour for someone who spends most her life outside the wall. She has a warm spot for innocents, often breaking her icy silence when in camps with little ones. She has a passion for art, and will often try to decorate her camps with murals. 

She loves books, and will often trade with any survivors for new books to read. She is rarely comfortable sleeping in camps now, preferring her makeshift home atop an apartment building. She's created a garden, a water distilling barrel and her own solar grid she traded with another camp for the creation of. The camp was happy to have a sniper in their area looking out for them, and the rumors of the Saint were favorable with most. 

[b]HISTORY[/b]

Grace "The Saint" Folkvar was an artist who was fascinated with angels and winged guardians before the outbreak. Often painting massive murals to brighten up her neighborhood. She donated her time to charities, youth groups, and generally had a very positive outlook on life. Her fiance at the time, was a marine who'd deployed overseas at the time of the outbreak. 

Once the outbreak began, she did her best to keep those around her calm. Trying to encourage everyone to work together, and attempt to keep some semblance of a normal life for the little ones. This is where her "Saint" moniker came from, she always tried to be positive, that each day could improve. Her spirits improved when her fiance even returned to find their little holdout sanctuary from the madness outside. 

Then the Toxo's hit them, looting and injuring many. Grace stood by frozen as she realized how much her "good spirits" offered them. As the day ended, she approached her fiance with a simple request. To be a protector, the warmth in her eyes changed to something icy and distant. Grace had some natural aptitude with firearms, especially long distance rifles. Something about her calm nature allowed her to pick her targets with simple and almost effortless precision. Her fiance, somewhat worried about what she was becoming tried to reason with Grace. She pointed to the graves dug for the innocent lives lost thanks to the Toxo's, she would never be helpless again. 

Admitting she had a point, he continued to teach her with both pistol, rifle, and even how to improvise small explosives in a pinch. Eventually on a scavenging mission, she acquired weapons of her own. A beat up 1911 and her favorite find to date, a fully restored Dragonuv Sniper Rifle. Each morning, she'd practice with the rifle, snapping heads of infected until the rifle felt like it was an extension of herself. 

Then the toxo's came back...

Ready this time, Grace and her fiance worked side by side along with the camp of survivors. They fought admirably, even held their ground for a decent time. Yet, they were overwhelmed. Grace lost sight of her fiance as he was run down by a horde of toxos. Drawing her pistol, she ran to the edge of her platform, to see a pair of explosives strapped to her sniping tower. She saw him fall, then the earth shattering explosion knocked her out. 

Awakening to nothing more then ruins, the camp overrun. Everyone was dead, or gone. Her fiance was missing. A group of survivors had come by to rescue any survivors, and found the injured Grace. They nursed her back to health, and when she was good enough to move once again. Grace took her weapons, enough ammo to survive, and her fiance's duster. 

The rumors of the Saint began shortly after, camps of pillaging survivors, slave camps, and invaders meeting with a grisly end. A white pair of wings painted as a reminder. 

The Saint is watching. 

[i]Run...[/i]

[b]SKILLS[/b]

Mechanical:
Small vehicle repair
Weapon salvage and repair
Field medicine, improvised

Tactical:
Strategy, defensive
Long Range Sniping
Improvised Explosives

Artist

[b]WEAPONS[/b] 

1911 Special 
Dragonuv SVD 
Pipe Bombs
Kukri 

[b]OTHERS[/b]

Spraypainted the same pair of wings on her duster as she leaves at any camp she's attacked. 

[b]Theme Song[/b]

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