Grace_MarDocti

STATUS MEANINGS:
OPEN: I’m ready for RP, and would appreciate an approach. ^^
DO NOT DISTURB: Do not approach me unless you are someone I regularly speak with on matters not necessarily pertaining to RP.



Full Given Name: Grace Susanna MarDoctii
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Chaos Blood
Accent: Friendly British
Species: Human...?
Preferred Weapon: none if possible, but if she must, Jervil’s Dagger. The blood coating it enhanced it, making it a weapon fit for a Chaos Blood. (Note: this only works with weapons that are made of Chaoite, which is very, very rare.)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 132 lbs
Eye Color: electric green
Hair Color: chocolate brown with golden highlights (not dyed)
Hair Texture: soft and fluffy, like her soul!
Alignment: ...Inconsistent. Typically Chaotic Good or Lawful Neutral.


A rare mutation of the human species, Grace Susanna MarDocti is a Chaos Blood, a being whose very nature causes her to be caught in strange, often dangerous situations, but, because of that chaos in her blood, she is somehow able to either survive it or revive shortly afterwards.

Physical Description: Grace, when at her natural size, is 5’10”, with a rather thin frame. She’s not flat-chested, but calling her breasts ample would be a bit of a stretch. She is very thin (borderline anorexic), with bright electric green eyes, square-ish glasses, and shoulder-length brown hair (with golden highlights) that is usually covering her left eye. There is a scar going across her left eye, the origin of which is unknown to most. She has a bit of a narrow face, with a strong jawline, and one freckle in the middle of each cheek. She is usually wearing some kind of solid-colored t-shirt or button down, dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a black fleece jacket with lots of hidden pockets, and a bright red scarf draped around her neck. She has also been known to wear black footless tights underneath her jeans, simply because “they feel soft”.

Grace is a very curious, adorkable individual. She is painfully awkward, and often stumbles with her words when she’s nervous. Grace is a hopeless romantic, but she has had a series of horrific heartbreaks in her past, leaving her with very low self esteem and a warped negative image of herself in her eyes.


Grace used to spell her last name with two i’s, but after the incident that took her left eye, she started spelling it with one. After all, why should her name have two eyes when she doesn’t?


Inventory:
Jervil’s dagger

A pair of bright green d6 dice with blue spots

a tiny foam anchor

several assorted potions

a silver hand mirror

two enchanted black swords, which she can summon to her hands at a whim

an ebony bejeweled bracelet, given to her by Linsandraa to allow easy access to her tower

a copy of A Merchant’s Quest, the book her brother wrote


Friends:
Annie_Kitsune
Innocent_Chiya
Neko_Kim
Bakkuttsing
Enrico
Aura_The_Fox
MikySP
Pommy
xXWaydenXx
Lilith_Nova
Valkyr_angel
Calli0pe

Recently dumped by Brentonius...

Caretaker:
Fupirla (complicated)

Family:
Caspian_DeLacey (adoptive brother/best friend)
Peterson_MarDoctii (biological brother/worst nightmare/enemy)




Background:

Born in a land of order and staticity, Grace was a pariah basically from birth. She was born to a rather wealthy aristocratic family, with a mother, father, and older brother. However, it was discovered that she has more Liquid Chaos in her blood than any other creature in existence, so, her parents disowned her, literally throwing her into the streets as an infant.

As luck would have it, she was discovered by a young boy named Caspian, the son of a traveling Cortaxian merchant. The only thing there was to identify the infant was a small locket with emerald jewels, the name “Grace Susanna MarDoctii” engraved into it. Taking pity on the small child, the boy brought Grace to his father, who decided to raise Grace as his own.

Despite her young age, Grace remembered being cast into the streets by her parents, but she did not understand why. So, one day, when she was roughly 5 years old, she asked. His adoptive father was unsure of how to tell her this, so he said he would tell her when she was older.

Three years passed, and the seven-year-old Grace began to show signs of the Chaos in her blood. She would touch scorching hot objects and sometimes go unscathed, sometimes be severely burnt. She would jump from high places and sometimes twist her ankle or sprain her wrist, sometimes stand up and walk away unharmed. Her adoptive father, Lucius, was very concerned about this, especially with Caspian egging her on to do more dangerous actions (it didn’t help that the merchant had quite a few dragons for trade). He would scold the two children for their shenanigans, and often smacked Caspian for his foolishness, but he could never bring himself to harm them otherwise...

At the age of 10, Grace had her first death. One of the dragons got out of its cage, and, drawn to Grace’s scent, it devoured her! Lucius and Caspian were devastated... until an orb of green light appeared just a few feet away. The light took a humanoid shape, gaining more defintion. There was a bright flash, and where the light once was, Grace flashed back into existence, landing on her feet, completely unharmed. Lucius and Caspian embraced Grace with tears in their eyes, although Grace was just confused. One minute she was being ferociously devoured by a dragon, and next thing she knew, she was being hugged. Of course, she couldn’t ask about it, because at that moment, the dragon went for her again. This time, however, Grace held out her hand and forcefully shouted “Halt!” The dragon stopped in its tracks. “Bad dragon,” Grace said to the dragon. “No biting.” The dragon bowed its head to Grace, and slinked away to its cage, which Grace then closed. Lucius was stunned, but Caspian was absolutely impressed. “That was bloody brilliant, Grace!” Caspian exclaimed. “Thanks, Casp,” she replied before turning to Lucius. “What did you think, Mr. Father?” (She always called Lucius “Mr. Father.”) That was the day Lucius told Grace the truth about what she is: a Chaos Blood. However, based on how quickly she was revived, Lucius guessed that Grace had more Chaos than any other known being, which may have been why she was cast away...

Several years passed. Grace died and revived many times gathering more dangerous items for Lucius to sell. She never showed any interest in being a merchant herself, but she loved adventure, which, when paired with her quasi-immortality, made her an excellent errand girl. Often, she would come back with even more than Lucius originally asked for, and explain by simply saying “I survived this time, Mr. Father!”

At the age of 16, Grace came out to Lucius and Caspian as a lesbian, which was... difficult. Fortunately, they were very understanding. (Well, Caspian was. Lucius took a while...)

When Grace was 17, her life took a turn for the worse. The government of Cortaxia had passed a new law that made all Chaos Bloods illegal. Knowing that he couldn’t risk Grace being caught, Lucius instructed Caspian to sneak Grace out of the country, from which Grace would have to go on her own into the world. It was during this escape that Grace sustained the permanent injury on her left eye. As they were leaving the country, a known Chaotic court jester named Jervil was being taken away by guards. Jervil, laughing maniacally, kept babbling about chaos and power, and, when he spotted Grace, he broke free from the guards and leaped onto Grace, pinning her to the ground with his knees. Jervil shouted “CHAOS, CHAOS! I CAN DO ANYTHING!” then pulled a grey dagger with a purple handle out of his robe and stabbed it into Grace’s left eye! Grace cried out in pain, and Caspian violently bodyslammed Jervil off of her! At this point, the guards took Jervil away, as Jervil shouted “Keep the DAGGER, my little friend! Consider it a chaotic GIFT!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Caspian helped Grace up, with Grace clutching the dagger that was in her face. Grace insisted that they keep moving, but Caspian was concerned about the knife in her eye. Grace said it would be stable until she took it out, so they needed to keep moving. So, they kept going, much more quickly, however.

Once out of the country, Grace took hold of the dagger’s handle, and, with some effort, ripped the dagger out of her face, drawing a pained cry from her and a horrified cringe from Caspian. Blood poured down the left side of her face for a few moments, before clotting up and ceasing. Grace stared at the dagger for a moment with her good eye, watching as the blood on the blade, rather than dripping off, became part of the blade, coloring it a dark crimson color, which actually looked pretty cool with the purple handle. “It must be made of chaoite,” Grace said thoughtfully, staring at the saturated blade. “This stuff is nearly indestructible... That was actually a rather thoughtful gift. Delivery was horrendous, though.” Caspian couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that. They talked for a good while, until finally, they parted ways, Caspian back home, and Grace into the great unknown... probably to find someone to tend to her wound...

Two years have passed since that day. Grace has become an adventurer and travelling helper, offering assistance to any in need. She has also died many, many, MANY times, typically by some enormous being.


Grace has recently been found by a tavern owner named Fupirla, who has taken her in as one of her pets.

While in the home of Rachel_Wulf, Grace came across a riveting adventure novel, entitled A Merchant’s Quest. It was the true tale of the author’s journey to find his missing sister, who he hadn’t seen since he helped her escape racism and unjust incarceration. The novel was fascinating... but... the narration sounded awfully familiar... and the book was written and published that year, unabridged, from the author’s own journal. She checked the cover to see who the author was. C.C. DeLacey... It was Caspian, her brother. He was looking for her...



Abilities:


Survival
How is that an ability? Well, she can survive things that others cannot...

Revival
...and if she doesn’t survive, she revives shortly after!

Chaos
This refers to the many ways in which she can survive. These ways are... inconsistent, as they show up briefly and randomly.

Attraction
...Can’t control this one. If she could, he would already have a steady girlfriend.


Trivia:

• Grace can’t drink anything other than water or drinks that contain no water. Other drinks have a violent reaction with the chaos in her blood.
• Although she is human (technically), Grace loves being pet, just as much as she loves petting.
• Grace’s body cannot handle cold climates. However, she has been known to receive terrible advice about climates before going places...
• Grace only has one true phobia: falling. Not heights. Not flying. Falling. If she’s really high up and there’s a railing, she‘ll be fine, but the second there’s no railing, she has a panic attack. Phobias are no joke... (EDIT: Due to an intensely traumatic experience involving eggs, Grace now has a fear of driders.)


If you want to draw some artwork of her, go ahead! Just, please share it with me if you do.