Gracie [Mod Soul/TT]

[Gracie]

-Opening-

Password 1: Moron Points

Password 2: Long Live The King

Type: Support

Affiliation: Unaffiliated

Rank: Mercenary Rank 1
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-Basic Information-

Name: Gracie

Real Age/Age of Appearance: 128/16

Birthday (Month/Day): February 4th

Blood Type: Gigai is B-Negative

RP Sample (Optional): This is an excerpt from another rp site I frequent with its own made up world and lore. Something to keep in mind while reading, this particular character has a racial bonus in the lore for poison immunity, though it still causes unpleasant sensations(like shots. Screw those.) and a racial weakness to ice and cold. Thanks.

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{Sample} Night was quickly descending on the land as the sun crept behind a distant mountain into the west, taking its warmth with it. In the highlands near Penrith, frigid winds began to blow down from the mountains, settling in the lowland swamps, mixing with the warm humidity of the day to create a thick fog that floated through the gaps in the trees like ghosts.

Morgan turned her attention away from what she was doing for just a small moment to look at the mist, watching it crawl ever closer as it spread across the land. For a moment, she imagined she saw something shambling through the whiteness, sinister gleaming eyes; that she heard the rattling of bones and the distant grinding howls of the cursed, and a slight shiver ran its course through her spine before she could shake her head at the notion. Morgan had spent a good ten years of her life fearing nights in the swamp and the undead monsters that it brought.

But she soon shook her head, dismissing the memories as she went back to the task at hand. "There are no undead here...", Morgan reassured herself quietly, shrugging off the ghosts of her past. Her day of collecting had brought her a good ways back into the swamplands that she would have preferred to avoid for the entirety of this trip, but she had convinced herself that it was for a good reason after a good half an hour of steeling her nerves. For the most part, the elf had done a good job ignoring her discomfort and fear of this place, pushing away the bitter memories of growing up here for the day so she could collect the seeds that she needed.

But with the descent of night, that became a bit impossible; her most horrifying moments always took place in the dark, the fog always obscuring her from seeing just what lied ahead in her future. It never mattered how magically brilliant or self reliant Morgan became in her recent past: She couldn't stop what she never saw coming.

A drawn out call from Vor drew Morgan's mind back the present as he sat on the ground patiently and stared up at Morgan sitting in the tree above him. His eyes shown like stars in the dark, and the way they followed her every movement showed that he was getting pretty bored. Probably hungry, too....

Well, it was just another reason to leave soon, Morgan thought. She didn't have much desire to stay here after the fog had started to settle in, and it was well late into the night; she suspected that most of the village, her friends included, had probably retired to bed for the night. Morgan could always pick this back up in the morning if she wanted more.

...But, while she was in this tree, there was just one more thing she wanted to get.

Her legs wrapped around the limb to free up her hands, Morgan pushed herself farther across the limb with a very special plant in her sights: a deadeye orchid. It was a pure white flower sitting atop a spindly, brownish green stem while the orchid's roots anchored it to the tree. Like many other orchids, it was parasitic, relying on this cypress to provide it with sustenance. However, much unlike other orchids, this particular one provided a defense mechanism for the tree it fed on.

Growing up from the center of the blooming bud, several purple-black thorns sprouted. They were thin and slender like needles, and, judging by the gleam of a coagulated liquid seeping from them, highly poisonous. As Morgan crept ever closer to the flower, she focused more on emanating her nurturing aura so as to not set off the plants defense system. Vor, waiting below, sat motionless in suspense. The elf crept closer and closer, until she was pretty much right on top of the orchid, and then....

Nothing happened. Actually, the closer Morgan came, the more the orchid seemed to relax. Its leaves lowered slightly as the tension it maintained to defend itself faded. Lips pulling at the corners into the slightest of smiles, Morgan reached out to the flower, gently caressing the soft white petals, careful not to touch the black thorns in their center in case it would set off the plant's defenses. Fingers delicately ran their way to the bottom of flower, feeling for the seedpod that should be hidden there. With a gentle tug, the pod easily ruptured, spilling 8 ovular white seeds into her hand. The whole plant bristled tense at this, yet it wasn't enough to trigger it to fire, and Morgan quietly inhaled after a tense moment. Her eyes darted upwards... to the ground waiting below. Again, quite unlike others orchids, this species grew away from the sun, facing towards the earth in a position that would prove to be much more deadly to any poor persons or animals that happened by.

Thankfully, deadeye orchids were something of a rarity here in the borders of the swamplands, though Morgan by no means was willing to venture that far for the blooms. The deeper into the marshes one ventured however, a more common sight these deadly blooms became, among worse. For what felt like the hundredth time, her thoughts turned back to Raygin and Proserpine. No matter how much she tried to assure herself of their ability to look after themselves, Morgan still worried about their well being, having now concerned herself with what would occur if they happened across one of the very plants set before her. She had supplied them with basic medications, but worried if it was enough. Well, at least Smooth seems to know a thing or two about poisons, though Morgan questioned just how dependable he could really be. At this point though, he had more of the elf's faith than Lyre did....

Seeing his mistress stranded in her thoughts again, Vor quickly spoke up, coupling a guttural rumbling in his throat with a loud jaw snap to help wake her up. Her eyes jolting back to the ground, Morgan motioned for Vor to bring her satchel in slowly so she could drop the seeds to safety and then maneuver her way back to the trunk. The skag's luminescent eyes seemed to grow even brighter, clearly eager to head back to the inn and get something to eat. He inched in towards Morgan as she began to back away from the orchid, allowing Vor to keep his distance. The seeds plopped down safely into the bag, mixed in with all the others she had collected for the day. It mattered very little to her if they were separated and organized, she knew all the plants well enough to be able to sense what each seed was through the tiny drop of mana in each one.

With her day-long task now done, Morgan slowly retreated to the trunk of the tree; her presence now too far away to keep the orchid from firing, necessitating her caution. Vor, however, failed to grasp this, and while his approach had been stealthy, his eagerness to go caused him to beat a too hasty retreat. Morgan had only a second to react. With an air piecing whistle, the orchids spines fired in a far reaching spread both Vor and Morgan were trapped in. Without thinking, she let herself fall from the tree, her ams shielding her front rather than bracing for impact with the ground. Two of the venomous barbs struck, one imbedded in her left arm, the other lodging into her right shoulder, though the impact with the ground quickly ejected it. Vor remained untouched, having been shielded by Morgan's falling body, and quickly dashed back to her side and used his head like a shovel to bring her to a sitting position as she groaned and clutched her forehead, trying to recover from her less an ideal landing.

"Nngh... Its alright, Vor...", Morgan comforted her whining skag once she had finally tamed the pounding in her head, giving him a quick once over to make sure he hadn't been hit before tending to herself. Her arm was starting to throb, yet her shoulder felt nothing more than the sting of a common cut. Vor nuzzled against her elbow tenderly as Morgan pulled the thorn from her arm, and rolled up her sleeve to check the wound. It was about two inches back from her wrist and pierced deeply, the veins in the immediate area bulging and stained a harsh black color in contrast with Morgan's pale skin, clearly filled with the poison, though this was the best case scenario: all the poison was concentrated in just that small area rather than diluting to the rest of her body and inflicting anymore pain. The most Morgan would suffer was about an hour's worth of terrible throbbing and a rather ugly wound for a day or two before her natural reactions would destroy the toxins completely.

Satisfied, Morgan fixed her sleeve before standing and dusting off her clothes, Vor loyally fetching her bag as the spikes along his shoulders and back drooped with guilt. " There, there, boy, just so long as you're alright, then I'll be just fine as well", she smiled reassuringly as she scratched behind a bundle of rough scales on the skags bottom jaw, earning a blissful grumbling that seemed to vibrate the very ground. Taking her bag from Vor's mouth and slinging it over her shoulder, Morgan turned to hear back to the village, feeling vaguely satisfied." Now let's get out of here, for good this time."

It was a good while past midnight when Morgan and Vor finally made it back to Penrith. As soon as the two had left the relative humidity of the swamplands, they were accosted by a chilly night wind blowing down from the mountains to the north, causing the elf to pull her hood up to avoid the unbearable bite of the cold away from her ears and Vor to situate himself to act as a windbreaker for his master. Even after they had gotten back to town, the icy breeze hadn't relented, seemingly have been permeated through every building. Vor paused, jaws slightly set ajar as he tested the air, skin rippling with unease at a change in the area. It was a quiet place now, though Morgan suspected as much given the hour. Her eyes scanned over the darkened windows of the homes before she turned her head down against a particularly cold burst of wind, and hurrying back along to the inn. Thankfully, she had only gotten lost twice in the streets before making it back, a new record she was quite proud of.

Smiling serenely as she crossed the cobbled street to the inn, Morgan gave a moment's pause as Vor let loose a harsh snort, looking back at her large pet to find him frozen stiff, glowing eyes locked on something in the distance down the road. His jaws were set apart again, wider than before, smelling the air as his muscles twitched beneath his skin, causing the spikes on his back to bristle and rattle. The smile instantly disappeared from the elf's face, heart setting into an uneasy pace. She didn't have to ask to know what was wrong, and bolted down the street, with a one ton skag dashing at her side.

The glow of lanterns and torches soon came into view, and soon after that the mob of people all packed in around each other, the uproar of their voices deafening. Morgan was not entirely sure what had happened, but it could only have been bad. Very, very bad. As a few of the villagers turned to face Morgan at her sudden arrival, she had to force herself onwards as faces of her past passed over their own, expressions a mix of fear, sorrow, suspicion.... She suddenly feared the very worst. " RAIMARU!!", Morgan began to call out to her friends, desperation clear in her voice, " DAYL!! Ignoring the villagers, she repeated her cries, trying to be heard over the crowd as Vor cleared a path for her through them. They didn't have to push long before Morgan managed to spot Raimaru towering over the others in the crowd. She jumped to try to be spotted, what with most of the villagers her being significantly taller than her, and redirected Vor towards the thunder god.

" Rai! ", when Morgan finally reached her friend, she turned to Vor and gave him a command, " Vor, go find Dayl, bring him here." With a gruff snort, the skag obeyed and bounded back off into the sea of people. " What's happened? What's going on?", the questions came out uneasy, and as the crowd of strangers closed in even tighter, the elf starting to fidget at the familiar scene.

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-Appearance-

Height/Weight: Plushie: 1' 2" tall, 1.2 lbs Gigai: 4' 6" tall, 84 lbs

Physical Description:

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{Plushie}Gracie's toy body is that of a small gray kitten plush, perfectly sized to fit in the loving embrace of a small child. Filled with mostly polyester fiber fluff, the doll also has tiny pockets located in its paws filled with small rubber beads that are not only fun to squish and squeeze, but also allow Gracie to have a something to grip around whatever she's wanting to pick up even its still a good deal weaker in comparison to human hands. The fur covering the plush body is also made from super fine polyester fibers and is approximately half an inch in length, giving a very soft and fluffy texture. The inside of the cat's ears, unlike the rest of its body, are made from a cotton fabric and add a contrasting texture in comparison to rest of the stuffed body. Tied around the neck of the toy is a large pink ribbon also made with the same cotton material that was used for the inner ears.

On to the features of the doll, one of the most striking and noticeable is the large black eyes. Large, round, and set to creamy white circles, the eyes shine with an excitable energy and eagerness that easily reflect Gracie's childlike tone. The doll is also given tiny little pink circles of blush to its cheeks which are set in slight relief to the rest of the face, creating the impression of dimples. These dimples only serve to accentuate the warm smile of the doll, mouth set slightly agape and concave, giving Gracie the ability to open and close it when she speaks.

This form also has a bright pink nose and a creamy white patch on the belly that starts just under the pink bow around its neck, covering the majority of the front of the body, and stopping just before hitting the short legs. Rather hilariously, the tail is the longest limb that the plush toy has, measuring out to about 6 inches. Both legs are only about 3 inches long, and the arms are about 4 and a half. This gives Gracie an adorable waddling gait as she walks around, and she will usually get around on all four limbs when she wants to move quickly. The last thing to note about Gracie's cat body is the out of place black thread that sometimes peeks out from behind her large pink bow. This was where the doll was cut upon and the mod soul pill was sown inside. The bow was added later to hide the cut.

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{Gigai}Gracie's gigai has a rather youthful appearance that combined with her personality, makes it seem like she really is your average 14 year old girl. Although she appears to have cat ears, they are actually just tufts of hair cut short and styled to look that way, given Gracie's history and fondness for felines. The rest of her hair is cut short about midway to her neck while her bangs rest just above her eyes. For the most part, Gracie prefers to keep her hair down and 'ears' up but there are some days where she'll pull the back of it up into a small ponytail tuft and leave the top tufts droopy, not much unlike the folded over ears of a Scottish Fold cat.

Despite her quirky hairstyle, the rest of the gigai's physical features are pretty average. Her eyes are a deep navy blue and her hair color is a very light blue-gray. Her eyebrows are thin and set in very delicate arches over her round bright eyes. Gracie very rarely wears anything in the way of makeup, and especially hates lipstick. However, she doesn't mind putting on some mascara when she can find some to further enhance her catty appearance. Her face is almost always wearing a smile.

Since Gracie is almost always on the move, she doesn't have much in the way of clothing and alternates between two outfits that she carries around with her in a backpack at all times. The backpack is also where she keeps her cat plush body, should the need arise that she has to use it instead, though she mostly keeps it out of sentimentality. She sometimes likes to hug it as well. The bag that Gracie carries all her belongings in is white with large navy blue polka dots, and has a flip top cover that can be tied down with white strings as opposed to a regular zipper backpack. Given Gracie's habit for picking up any random knick knack she deems fun, it is almost always full to bursting. It's also most of the reason why she doesn't have more than two outfits.

Gracie's first outfit is arguably her favorite and the one she can be found in most often. It is a black sleeveless one-piece that transitions into shorts that cut off about 5 inches down her thigh, the dark color coming across as very striking against her creamy complexion. It sports a white button up collar that she always keeps neatly folded, and white brims around the edge of where the sleeves cut off on her shoulder. The button up portion of the shirt only lasts for a few inches, barely reaching her A-sized chest and Gracie always keeps it buttoned up to the second to last button , so as not to constrict her neck. This outfit also comes with a pair of matching boots.

The boots reach nearly halfway up Gracie's shins before the fabric folds over to show the soft while lining inside and is buckled into place with a strip of blue fabric. Though not very warm, this outfit has lots of practical use, as the one piece requires minimal adjustment throughout the day and the fabric making it up is very durable to wear and tear. The boots are also excellent for hiking given their supportive, heavy duty grips. Though Gracie rarely chooses to wear it aside from when the weather turns foul, this outfit also comes with a dark navy blue hat that matches this outfit very well, and even is shaped to resemble kitty ears.

Gracie's second outfit is mostly just kept for a backup when her favorite one becomes dirty and she has to clean it. It consists of a simple pale yellow sundress with a lily motif incorporated into its design. Its sleeves are short and drape over her shoulders in a style meant to mimic lily petals. The dress itself reaches down to her knees and is double layered with white fabric laying under the pale yellow for extra warmth and variation in color. The end of the dress, much like the sleeves, tapers off to look like petals in an alternation pattern of yellow and white. Finishing off the dress is a bright orange bow tied around the waist; the silky fabric weaved together with lilies in its stitching. Shoes for this outfit consist of a simple, white pair of samples.

While she doesn't outright hate it, much of Gracie's dislike for this outfit stems from the fact that its much less practical than the other one. The fabric is much more delicate, and the shoes are open toed and therefore not the most ideal for traveling. Gracie also often finds that she has to fight with the dress to get it to cooperate. Her silk bow often comes untied and the skirt of the dress is difficult to control and deal with if she comes across dangerous situations. Gracie usually only wears this one while she's looking for some supplies and a body of water to clean her other in, usually only for a few hours at a time.

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-Personality-

Dislikes:

1. Bullies - While Gracie would very rarely ever use the world 'hate', these are something that she absolutely does. Gracie can't stand people who torment or ridicule others for no reason other than their own amusement. Often times when Gracie witnesses what she considers to be bullying, she will jump to the others defense and try to tell the bully why they are wrong, even if she knows absolutely nothing about either party or even what is really going on. This often leads to very sticky situations for Gracie.

2. Dogs - Not all dogs mind you, just the big ones. Lap dogs are fine, and Gracie only really hates dogs on principal, given how she is convinced that she is, in actuality, a cat. As a plushie, she will often hiss at them and try to run away. Even after gaining her gigai and learning the truth, though, Gracie still continues to dislike large dogs, though its then mostly out of fear of what they might do...

3. Reading - Despite her love for listening to stories, Gracie isn't all that fond, or great, at reading them herself. Having to read the words to yourself isn't nearly as dramatic as when someone else does it, and its way too easy with a book to skip ahead to the end and find out what happens (a temptation Gracie finds very hard to resist sometimes). Add in the fact that she can't sit still for very long without feeling like she's going crazy, and it's no wonder she doesn't like to read.

4. Water - While not so much in her gigai form, Gracie while she is a plushie hates to get wet. Getting to soggy makes her feel heavy and weighed down, and it only makes it that much easier for dirt to stick to her.

5. Math - A lot of the same issues as reading, except there's no promise of stories to sweeten the deal. Gracie will a lot of times count in her games, counting is about the only math she is willing (or able) to do. It's boring and hurts her head, and only frustrates Gracie even more when she doesn't even come up with the right answer after all the effort it takes to focus on doing a math problem.

6. Green Beans - This is a case of "I don't like what Wynne doesn't like" for Gracie. Much like how younger siblings refuse to try and automatically dislike anything their older sibling hates, Gracie won't even try these harmless veggies after watching the struggle Wynne would put up to get out of eating them.

7. Being Dirty - Hardly anybody likes to be dirty, but this especially applies to Gracie. While a plushie, she goes to painstaking lengths to keep herself dry, clean, and as huggable as ever so that when she and Wynne are finally together again, Gracie can be as soft and warm in her arms as she was the last day she saw her friend.

Likes:

1. Wynne - Gracie's absolute favorite person, hands down. No one can come close to the level of love and admiration Wynne possesses in Gracie's heart. All of Gracie's memories, her whole life, have revolved around Wynne, and she would do anything just see her smile or laugh. Gracie's greatest source of inspiration, she talks about Wynne often, to the point where it can grate on the nerves of those around her.

2. Toys - Gracie loves to have fun and toys exist for that very reason. With her childlike personality and imagination, it's not really all that surprising that she likes toys, even if it's a bit awkward to see her still playing with and collecting them in her gigai body. Gracie doesn't really care though; her toys are treasures.

3. Fish - Or rather, Gracie THINKS she likes fish. Until she gains her gigai, she doesn't even know what they taste like, let alone whether she actually likes the flavor or not. What Gracie does know, however wrong she may be, is that she is a cat and that all the best cats catch and eat fish. Therefore, she is all too eager to catch all the fish she can, even if it does mean having to face getting a little bit wet. And in the end, she does enjoy the taste of fish while in her gigai.

4. Playing - There's no better way to spend time in Gracie's opinion. Whether it's a simple game of I spy or a huge imagined adventure, Gracie will almost always find a way to incorporate some fun into whatever she does. But when the vast majority of your life is pretty much playing games with a 6 year old for a living, what do you expect? Very few people take playing as seriously as Gracie.

5. The Stars - Living her life enclosed in a little girls bedroom, Gracie had never seen the night sky before, and boy did she miss out. The vastness and beauty of a sky of stars twinkling above had her mouth agape as she stared up in silent wonder. It was the one time since Gracie started her journey that she actually stopped to sit quietly and enjoy anything for longer than 10 minutes.

6. Stories - Even back in her happy home with Wynne and her family, Gracie always loved to listen to stories. Sometimes Wynne would tell them to her in between their wild games, or other times she would overhear one from Wynne's older brother when the family was all gathered around the tv in the evenings. Gracie's absolute favorite way to hear stories, however, was held tightly in Wynne's arms as the little girl was tucked away in bed. Her mother would read to them chapters from large books before Wynne had to go to sleep for the night, and Gracie would hang off of every word and grow anxious with anticipation for the next nights chapter. Gracie still loves to listen to a good story even now, though she is probably the most animated listener that ever lived.

7. Being Hugged/Pet - While it may come across as very weird to many, being held or pat on the head and cheeks is how Gracie knows that someone loves her. Not in a romantic way; with her childish mentality, Gracie knows nearly nothing about that kind of love. The type of love that bonds together friends, siblings, pets, children... that's what this means to Gracie, and Gracie loves everyone dear to her unconditionally, even if it does involve a few awkward hugs amongst friends.

Flaws:

1. Naïveté of a Child - Gracie is a mod soul with the mentality of a child living in a dangerous world. Pretty much everything outside of the household she lived in is foreign, and Gracie doesn't quite yet grasp that danger lies in the unknown. She doesn't commonly exercise caution or show fear in the face of things she should until she learns the hard way. Gracie is also easily fooled and lied to, and can a little too trusting of strangers because she simply doesn't know any better. With the proper guidance, however, this flaw can be lessened or even overcome, but it will take time for her to learn.

2. Too Honest - Gracie is one of those people that will always tell the truth, no matter what the consequences might be. The closest she gets to lying, even in a combat situation where some misdirection could be really helpful, is keeping just keeping quiet. And if she thinks there's something a bit quirky about you, she'll usually point it out and tell you. Gracie never means for it to be hurtful however, and is very quick to apologize should she ever hurt someone's feelings unknowingly.

3. Small Build/Weak Physique - A powerhouse, Gracie is not, especially in terms of physical prowess. Even as a gigai her body is small and frail, not exactly great for intimidation as she's built more to blend in rather than win a fight. Quite the opposite in fact, Gracie's slender frame can often make her seem like an easy target. Don't expect Gracie to be able to carry anything very heavy, including her allies should they need to retreat.

4. Truly Believes She is a Cat - Everything that Gracie knows has been learned from her time with Wynne, and to Wynne, Gracie was a cat. Throughout their every-day games, Gracie was always referred to and treated as a cat, and was even taught by Wynne what cats were supposed to do and how to do them. Wynne would have her toy climb trees, catch fish, fight off her toy dog, everything, and it was all ingrained into Gracie's mind as real. She was a real cat. A special cat that could do amazing things to make her owner happy, but a cat nonetheless. The only problem is, Gracie is a mod soul, not a cat, and her thinking otherwise poses an extreme danger to her should a shinigami ever find her. Gracie wouldn't even be able to understand why they want to kill her. Another thing to note, until Gracie accepts the truth about the nature of her existence, she can't inhabit her gigai. She is a cat, she must have a cat body or her brain will explode, as a figure of speech.

5. Little Miss Nosy - Gracie has little sense of personal boundaries and is quite prone to inserting herself into other people's business, even when it should be obvious that she is not wanted. Gracie shrugs off the annoyance directed at her for the most part, but should hostility escalate even further, she can find herself in quite the pickle. Like they say, Curiosity killed the Cat. (I'll go punish myself now, but I'm not sorry.)

6. Can't Sit Still - If mod souls could have ADHD, then Gracie would be the one to end up with it. The trauma of her past left Gracie without the ability to move for much of her life until the present, and now that she CAN move, she doesn't ever stop. Not only does this make Gracie super annoying to all but the most patient of souls, but she often wears herself out in the process. Gracie can control her urge to move during the fights and other serious happenings; it's just that she often chooses not to.

Habits:

1. Turning Work into Games - It's not even just work; Anything that isn't already inherently fun to do, Gracie makes it fun. Whether it's playing pretend or giving herself a challenge, Gracie will think of something to put a spin on even the most mundane task. This actually can help Gracie accomplish a lot more than she would otherwise, as she willing to do more work if its fun.

2. Collecting Toys - If it can be used to enhance her game and/or fits into Gracie's quirky concept of cute, then it goes into her collection of knick knacks, although this habit doesn't really take hold until she gains a gigai so that she can carry them around with her. The range of toys she picks up can range from expensive best selling toys to completely random junk.

3. Cat Speak - This comes with the territory when you think you're a cat. While Gracie doesn't randomly meow whenever she feels like it, some of her words in everyday speech will sound a little more catty than normal (ie. 'Now' becomes 'Nyow', 'Super' becomes 'Superrr'). Her cat sounds also become more prominent during bouts of extreme emotions, such as gaining a purr-like resonation to her laughter and sighs when extremely pleased, and hissing when she is very scared or angry.

4. Practicing Cat Skills - Gracie wants to be the best cat ever, and in order to do that, she has to be the best at climbing, balancing, sneaking, catching fish, and much, much more. Even if its something Gracie is particularly terrible at or impossible for her to do, such as climbing large trees as a plushie with no fingers, she won't give up and will keep on trying until she's satisfied.

5. Speech Quirk: Double Repetition - Sometimes, Gracie will repeat the same word or phrase twice, once with a tone of voice that sounds more like a question, and the second time as if confirming that is indeed what she wants to say. This little quirk is a habit she picked up from watching Wynne play with her toys, as When Wynne asks a toy a question, she would then answer for them right after, instilling her own voice as their own. Gracie wasn't quite able to draw playing from reality, and so picked it up as a normal speaking habit.

6. Polite Greetings - Gracie is always looking to make new friends, and making a good first impression can go a long way. No matter the circumstance, she will always go out of the way to offer up a warm and friendly greeting to the people she meets, and genuinely hopes they will return the favor and that she can get to know them.


Fears:

1. Barking - That's right, The dog itself or even the bite from it isn't what scares Gracie; the bark is what makes her jump. The yapping bark of small dogs don't affect her so bad, but large dogs barking give her system a jolt and make her flinch easily.

2. Wynne's Rejection - Gracie is thoroughly convinced, no matter the hardships she has to go through or even how long it takes, that she will find Wynne again, but in the very back of her mind is a deep subconscious fear that when she does, Wynne won't want her anymore, or have replaced her with another friend. Should this ever come to pass, it would break Gracie's heart.

3. Ending up Alone - Now even if Gracie's fear of being rejected by Wynne came to pass, so long as she had at least one friend to be there for her, she could overcome and move on. That is why her real biggest fear is not losing Wynne, but losing everyone close to her. To have no one left to share her life with would break Gracie, and it wouldn't take long to lose herself completely as has happened once before in her distant past.

4. Burning to Death - All living things fear death, but for this particular mod soul, she is especially afraid to go out in this manner. Fire is a slow and painful death that causes immense suffering and pain to its victims, slowly eating away at their flesh before finally overcoming them. It grants no mercy, and especially chews through fabric at a horrifying rate and a dry plush can take to flame all too quickly. Although Gracie won't be a doll forever, this fear will always be ingrained into her mind.


Goals:

1. Finding Wynne - This is Gracie's primary goal. She will never stop looking for Wynne, and is certain she will one day be back in the arms of the little girl she loves so dearly. Only problem being, Gracie has no idea where Wynne is, even if that fact does nothing to dull her enthusiasm, meaning that Gracie's main tactic for finding her is to go to lots of different places and ask everyone she meets if they've seen her. It just might take her forever.

2. Being the Best Cat Ever - Gracie's doing the best she can to find Wynne, but she's also striving to improve herself for her owner at the same time. Wynne may have bragged about the mod soul being the best cat ever during playtime, but Gracie figured she may as well build up the skills and learn some tricks to make it true and prove Wynne right.

3. Making New Friends - This kind of goes along with her self-improvement, but while Gracie also wants to make friends of her own, she's hoping that they will be Wynne's friends as well. The poor little girl never seemed to have many friends in her Kindergarten class, and if any of Gracie's cool new friends that she makes take a liking to Wynne as well, then it's twice as good for Gracie.

Alignment: Passive Good

Overall Personality: When looking at Gracie's behavior and mannerisms, the two words that come to mind are Innocent and Ignorant. Unlike most mod souls that were created with the levels of intelligence and understanding of at least the average adult human, Gracie's grasp of the world is more like that of a young child. Thanks to the events of her past, Gracie had lost the 'Her' that came before she was even Gracie, losing her memories and her mind. Because she is an artificial soul however, the foundations for a new personality to take the place of the old one remained solid, and thus the Gracie we know came into being. Given how this current personality in the pill has only been around for a few years, it becomes clearer as to why Gracie seems like such a child; she is one.

Gracie is sweet and happy because the home she grew up in had no hardships to be sad about. She is trusting and unafraid of the world and all the people in it because no parental figures ever warned her of the dangers. Her perception of the world and herself are skewed because everything she has learned has been amidst the playtime sessions of a six year old girl. She turns everything into a game because her entire life has been games; it's what she knows. Gracie is thoroughly convinced she is a cat because it is what Wynne has always treated her as, and even Wynne's family members call her Wynne's cat at the little girl's insistence. Gracie remembers nothing to go against this statement, so she has accepted it as fact and embraced the idea wholeheartedly, striving to learn everything she can from Wynne about what it means to be a cat, and how she can make Wynne happy by becoming an even better feline friend.

That's also another important thing to note about Gracie: the speed at which she learns and her personality develops. Gracie is very quick to pick up on habits and develop connections with objects and meaning, much like a real child, because of how impressionable she is. It took years for her to develop motor controls over her doll, but despite that her mind flourished and grew into a happy, if not entirely healthy mentality no different from any human child's. She attaches to others quickly and easily and through mimicking and looking to them for guidance, continues to grow as an individual. It is through these attachments that she learned to live for others and their happiness.

It's this living for the sake of others that has helped Gracie learn to love unconditionally. No matter what they look like or any atrocities or wrongdoings they have done or will do, once someone is close to Gracie's heart, she will always be there for them, caring for them, existing for them and never questioning them along the way. She loves them for being them, no matter what it entails. It should be noted, however, that Gracie doesn't understand anything about love in the romantic sense. The love that she has for those close to her is more akin of that between close family, friends, and children.

Because of Gracie's sheltered life so far, she is also relatively unafraid of the unknown, though she can , and will, learn to become afraid of certain things as her knowledge of life expands. Knowing nothing of conflict and suffering, Gracie approaches even the dreariest of situations with what can often be seen as pitiable ignorance, maintaining her cheerful chipper mood up until the truth of the matter finally dawns on her, if it ever does. She is optimistic and adventurous and rarely lets anything bring her down. Gracie is also a pacifist, never willingly starting a fight would much rather help her friends than hurt their enemies. If at all possible, she would prefer getting along with everyone, but she doesn't quite yet know that it simply isn't going to happen.

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-Powers-

Fighting Style: When it comes to fights, Gracie will never make the first move. Fighting is typically a last resort for her, as she would much rather try to be friends and isn't very keen on hurting others. In cases were a fight is inevitable and the enemy attacks first, Gracie will defend herself, but will still take any opportunity to to try to run away or hide from her opponent, or to try and reason with them if its at all possible. She usually tries to accomplish this by using the first level of her power to create a distraction, either by psyching them out with an attack that does nothing, or by creating intricate or confusing patterns to draw their attention to her strings and away from her, and then using either a step technique or utilizing her strings once again to try and slip away undetected.

Despite her pacifistic nature, Gracie will never run from a fight that involves her friends, and will stay to help them for as long as they are also willing to stand their ground. Even then, Gracie will still rarely try to cause physical harm to an enemy herself, and instead opts to use her abilities to give her friends an edge by limiting an enemies movements or bolstering her allies strength and defenses, or to try to ease their pain by healing them .In extreme cases where a friend is critically injured or incapacitated, Gracie will do her best to protect them, even if it means going against her nature and lashing out to all others around her as violently as she can manage until she can get her friend to safety or back up on their feet. The only other time Gracie will directly harm anyone is if they close in to attack her, at which point she will either utilize her strings to cut them, or use a non release technique to push them back and dissuade them from going for her again.

That being said, Gracie likes to try and hang back when skirmishes break out. Even though her abilities give her great utility at any range, they are best applied at a distance, keeping Gracie as far away from danger as possible. If its at all possible, she will usually feign running away and keeping out of it when a battle begins and find herself a nice hiding spot from which to help her allies. She adjusts her position accordingly as the fighting intensifies and tries to keep a fair amount of distance between herself and the enemy at all times should she ever be found. while hiding, Gracie will try to synchronize her abilities with her allies to try and pass her skills for their own and convince attackers that they are truly fighting only one opponent, rather than two.

If Gracie is found by an opponent and cannot hide from them again, then she tends to focus more on the defensive aspect of her strings, doing what she can to try to keep both herself and her ally safe as well as staying away from her attacker. She does what she can to not stay in one place for very long and always stays on the move to try and make herself as difficult a target as possible. When she needs to rest to regain her stamina, Gracie will tend to try and wait for a small window where her ally has the opposition in a bind or focused on them, or will try to trap them with her strings to simultaneously catch her breath and leave them open for an attack. When having to stay constantly on the move, Gracie will also be more likely to use her non-release techniques to keep the onslaught from focusing on her as opposed to focusing on using her strings like she usually does.

Technique: Gracie has the power to manifest her reiatsu outside of her body in the form of threads that she can manipulate with perfect precision and can even weave into a variety of shapes and can create and individually control several strings at once, all with free movement that is as instinctual and natural to Gracie as moving her own limbs. Being crafted from her own reiatsu, Gracie has perfect control on the strength and tensile properties of her strings, able to will them to be either stretchy and flexible or rigid and tough. At higher levels of her skill, Gracie can make her strings so thin without sacrificing their efficiency, that they become impossible to see with the average human eye. When they can be seen, however, The strings shimmer a bright blue and sparkle like starlight, creating some very beautiful displays, turning a bright seagreen when imbued with healing properties. At all levels, however, Gracie's strings can be detected with an appropriate energy sensory stat even if the senses aren't high enough for them to be seen, although they are much harder to track in this way. While higher levels of her power will require higher senses to detect as she gets more efficient at making the threads thinner and thinner, the Energy sensory requirements are static across all levels regardless of class. With 50 in energy sensory, one can locate the general area of one string to within a meter of its actual location, with 100 one can pinpoint the exact location of a single string or detect the general location of all of her strings to within 3 feet again, and with 200 Energy Sensory, one can pick up on the exact location of all of her strings at once.

Energy sensory can also be used to sense the differences in level for all of her different threads allowing the potential for an opponent to know what Gracie is trying to do if they have the skill to analyze and memorize the different effects her strings carry at different levels. With 50 Energy Sensory, one can feel the difference between a 'weak' string(Level 1 - Level 4) and a 'strong' string(Level 4 - Level 7) with the middle level of 4 being more difficult to place. With 100 in Energy Sensory, opponents can guess within 1 level above or below the actual strings level(Her level 5 string would come across as anywhere between level 4 of level 6), and with 200 Energy Sensory again, one can tell the exact level of string Gracie is using. These level detecting qualities only apply to any one string that an enemy is focusing on; if there are a variety of strings around them, even if they have the Energy Sensory required to pinpoint the exact location of all of them, they will not be able to tell the level of string that each of those strings is all at once unless they have double the required energy stats as stated above: With 100, one can tell if they are all generally 'weak or strong' (See above for applicable levels), with 200 they can pinpoint the level of all strings to within 1 level above or below(level 5 would feel like anywhere between a level 4 or 6), and finally, one would need 400 Energy Sensory to tell the exact level of every single string that Gracie has created.

Levels:

[/b][/u] - The most basic form of Gracie's abilities used for utility to increase her movement options in the field. Utilizing her basic abilities to form and control her Reiatsu threads, Gracie can use this level to interact with objects in the world, using the strings to pick up objects and wield them, much like they are her own hands. Gracie can also use these basic strings to pick herself up and move herself around from whatever angle she wishes, even capable of snagging herself backwards away from trouble, or using them like break cords to slow herself down when she is sent flying, if given enough reaction time. These strings are highly versatile and able to be re-purposed on a whim by Gracie if she so wishes.(ie. Using a string to hold a stick and swing it around one moment and then dropping the stick and using the string to lift herself up into a tree.) Although these threads are perfectly capable of supporting Gracie without problem, they are easily broken from contact with other sources of reiatsu that is not also formed from Gracie, and if thrown at an opponent serve as little more than a distraction as they would simply burst into a harmless cloud of blue and sparkles as soon as it came into contact with them. Being Gracie's most basic strings, these threads can be seen by anyone with average senses of 50.

Each of these strings costs 25 reiatsu to form and can last for up to 3 posts if they have not already been destroyed. Gracie can form a maximum of 10 of these strings at once, or as many as her reiatsu pool can afford.

Level 2 - Tool Weave - With this level, Gracie can choose to sacrifice the precise control over her strings in exchange for weaving them into various shapes and then hardening her reiatsu to give them a solid form. Having been hardened, these tools can take the punishment other strings that Gracie forms cannot and have all the full functionality that their real life counterparts do. Axes, shields, swords, screwdrivers, forks, brushes, Gracie can make any simple tool from weaving her threads together given that she knows that they exist. When any weapon that she makes in this manner is wielded by an ally, they may use Gracie's Spiritual Pressure stat as the offensive stat for any attacks done with it, but only if it is higher than their highest applicable attack stat. Otherwise, it acts likes any other weapon. Any physical attacks blocked by one of Gracie's tools also applies for a cut back effect using Gracie's Spiritual Pressure stat again.

The drawback of these tools and weapons is that because Gracie has chosen to make them hard and rigid to be able to be used by allies, she cannot control them with the same finesse as she can her other strings. She cannot will them to float around in the air and spin endlessly towards opponents. To wield her own tools, Gracie must hold them with her own two hands or pay to form one of her Manipulating Strings to hold and wield the weapon/tool for her, though if the string holding it comes in contact with any part of a person, is hit with a reiatsu based attack, or has its 3 post duration run out, it will burst into blue and sparkles as usual and leave the tool/weapon lying uselessly on the ground, although Gracie may choose to pick it up again. Gracie also cannot use this ability to create overly complex weapons or tools: she cannot make guns of any kind and can't make super complex tools with lots of individually moving parts or that is powered in any way, such as a jackhammer or a hairdryer. Given the solid state and shape of these tools, as opposed to being just single strands of string, anyone who isn't considered legally blind can see them so long as they are spiritually aware and only as well as thier vision normally allows(ie. someone who can only see blurry shapes will see them as bright blue blurry shapes.)

Each tool that Gracie creates cost 50 reiatsu to form, but each weapon will cost 100. Both can last for up to 4 posts. At this point, Gracie may pay the reiatsu cost again to keep it, or it will come unraveled and finally poof away into a blue, sparkly cloud of varying size, depending on the size of the creation. Gracie can only have 4 weapons/tools formed at any given time, and items that usually come in pairs or sets(ie. sai, a quiver of arrows, kunai) cannot be counted as one. If Gracie chooses to make 2 sai, or 2 arrows, then that will count as being 2 separate weapons.


Level 3 - Ensnaring Strings - At this point, Gracie's abilities start to get a little tricky. These strings share many properties with Gracie's regular Manipulating Strings, but they are used for an entirely different purpose all together. Much like the threads that Gracie uses to weave her weapons and tools, these strings are now strong enough to be used against opponents, but are still flexible and easy for Gracie to control. Although these strings are much more durable and harder to break, they can't actually hurt whoever Gracie uses them on, but contain other properties instead. When these strings come into contact with an opponent, they become sticky as they try to bind to their reiatsu, wrapping around them tighter and tighter, tying their limbs together or into uncomfortable positions to limit their movement and weapon use, or, if an opponent manages to get hit by enough of them, tie them up completely and preventing any movement at all. 3 is usually enough to tie up most characters up to 10 ft tall, plus 2 additional strings to tie up every additional 10 feet of height after that. (Ie. it takes 3 strings to tie up a 7 ft. man, but a hollow that is 17 ft tall will need 5 strings to tie it up, and 27 foot hollow will need 7 strings.) This has the obvious benefits of leaving enemies wide open for attacks, but if they pay a reiatsu cost equal to the price it takes to summon the strings, one may use the sudden burst of reiatsu to destroy the strings and escape with ease. Multiple strings will have an increased cost to destroy to allow an enemy to escape.(ie. 1 string costs 100 reiatsu to destroy, but 3 strings will cost 300, and 5 strings will cost 500.) These strings are also now thinner than any string that Gracie has made up until now, and require an 80 in Senses to be seen.

Each of these strings cost Gracie 100 reiatsu to form, and can last for up to 3 posts before bursting in a manner similar to her other threads, or she may choose to pay the 100 reiatsu again to keep them active. She can form a maximum of 10 of these at once, or as many as her reiatsu pool can afford.

Level 4 - Armor Weave - The first of Gracie's defense-oriented skills, as the name implies. At this level, Gracie's strings can be both durable and flexible all at once, allowing her to weave them into protective gowns for herself and allies. The size of these vary from whom Gracie weaves them to fit, but they always possess a hood and long sleeves, leaving only the face, hands, and legs below the lower half of the shin exposed. They behave like cloth but are weightless as they float around the person wearing them rather than draping off of their body like normal fabric, and leave the wearer completely unburdened and with full range of movement. Whenever a physical or reiatsu based attack comes into contact with Gracie's armor weave, it behaves like ballistic fiber, absorbing the complete force of the attack, redirecting and dissipating it so that no damage is done. Keep in mind, this only applies if the only thing the attack hits is the weave, as exposed limbs and body parts receive no protection at all. The armor is also only effective for as long as the enemy's offensive stat is equal to or lower than Gracie's Spiritual Pressure stat. If the enemy's stat is even a single point stronger, the armor will be destroyed, and the full damage will be inflicted. Any physical attack blocked by armor weave also has a chance of cutback being inflicted based on Gracie's Spiritual Pressure Stat if it is higher than whoever is wearing the armors own stat is. Because these threads form a fabric rather than individual strings, anyone who is not legally blind can see them, and only as well as their vision will allow.

Armor Weave costs 200 reiatsu per garb for Gracie to form, and the garbs themselves can last for up to 5 posts if they are not destroyed before then. Gracie can maintain a maximum of 3 of these garbs at any point in time.

Level 5 - Cutting Strings - These stings serve a simple,yet deadly, purpose compared to some of the other threads that Gracie has been whipping out prior to this level. These strings are super thin, super strong, and the reiatsu they are made of is entwined together in such a way that they are capable of cleanly cutting through flesh and bone with the same ease as even sharpest of blades, making this the one offensive skill that Gracie can utilize. Even after cutting an enemy several times, these strings remain highly reusable and can be used again and again until their durability runs out and their reiatsu dissipates away, or they are broken by an enemy. Given the super thin nature of these threads, only those with 150 senses or higher can see them.

Each Cutting String costs 400 reiatsu to form and can last for up to 5 posts, where Gracie must pay the price again to keep them or they will simply fade away. Gracie can have a maximum of up to 10 of these strings at once.

Level 6 - Restoring Weave - By just looking at it, this level seems to be identical to Armor Weave, but there are a few key benefits to Restoring Weave that makes it far superior and more expensive. Like her Armor Weave, Gracie weaves together a ballistic armor cloak that absorbs and negates all damage from any reiatsu or physical based attack that is equal to or below Gracie's total Spiritual Pressure. At even 1 point over, damage will be taken like normal, but now the armor will stay intact even if it fails to prevent damage, and, if the healing expertise requirement is met, will glow green and start to instantly heal the wearer. This healing effect can restore most injuries and ailments, just short of limb or organ loss, and although it cannot purge poison from the body, it will counteract any harm done by poison in the body for as long as Restoring Weave is worn. Major internal injuries after 2 posts of healing become minor internal injuries, and minor internal injuries or major superficial injuries are healed down to minor wounds within 2 more posts. Minor wounds can be healed within a single post, making the healing progression requirements as follows: Major internal injuries take 5 posts to heal completely, minor internal and major superficial wounds take 3 posts to completely heal, and minor wounds take only 1, with the intensity of each injury dropping every 2 posts. Although this armor can survive attacks that regular armor weave cannot, it still has its limits, and any attack performed with an attack stat that is at least 200 points over Gracie's Spritual Pressure will break Restoring Weave. At any point during its use, Gracie may also choose to break Restoring Weave down into raw reiatsu and bind it to any ally, restoring their reiatsu pool by 300 points. Gracie cannot reabsorb the cloaks in this manner; she can only give the reiatsu to allies, not reuse it herself. Given the cloth-like nature of Restoring Weave, it, like Armor Weave before it, can be seen by anyone who is not legally blind, and only as well as their vision would normally allow.

Restoring Weave costs 600 reiatsu to use and can last for up to 5 posts if it is not broken or absorbed by an ally for reiatsu. After 5 posts, Gracie may choose to pay the 600 again to keep it, or it will fade away in flashes of shimmering blue. The Healing Expertise required from Gracie for the cloak to heal the wearer is at least 250.

Level 7 - Soul Stitch - The penultimate of Gracie's ability, Soul Stitch is a state of being created between Gracie and one other ally in which her uses her strings to bind her soul to theirs and offer them up her power to use as their own. The strings themselves no longer act like physical objects and can't be interacted with, although they can still be seen by someone by high enough senses or detected through the use of Energy Sensory. When using Soul Stitch, Gracie adds 2 of her stats to those of the ally for as long as she keeps the connection going. (i.e. Gracie is a level 3 support type with 200 in speed and 100 in senses. Her speed has the +25% bonus from her support typing, and her senses has the -25% debuff from the support typing, making her effective speed 250, and senses 75. Her ally borrows these two stats to add to their own. After their types are applied, say they have 150 speed and 100 senses. Now, after soul stitch, the ally would have 400 speed and 175 senses for as long as soul stitch is maintained.) Any stat an ally borrows from Gracie must be added to their own correlating stat: they cannot take points from her speed to boost their strength, for example. Allies also cannot change what 2 stats are being borrowed at will: they cannot be borrowing her strength and instinct one turn, and then decide to use her Spritual Pressure and Energy Sensory the next one. The stats being borrowed can only be changed if the connection is broken and then used again,

The drawback to this technique is that using it blocks Gracie from forming any more strings of any type for as long as the connection is maintained. Any strings that she had prior to using Soul Stitch may still be used, but once their durability timer runs out, they will automatically break and no more may be made until the connection is severed. Soul Stitch is also very mentally exhausting on Gracie and can only be used 3 times in an entire thread( or every 24 hours in an quest thread) before she gets burned out. At the point that she uses it for the 3rd time, Gracie will become very tired and her reaction time slows way down unless she takes time to rest. After sufficient rest, she may fight on as usual, but will still be too tired to use Soul Stitch again. To see the threads used in Soul Stitch, one must have a 200 or above in Senses. Soul Stitch is counted as a long-term stat alteration mod.

Soul Stitch costs 800 reiatsu to start the connection and it can last for up to 5 consecutive posts if Gracie chooses to maintain it for that long. Once the 5 posts are up, Gracie may choose to pay the 800 reiatsu again, but it will still use up one of her 3 total uses per thread, If Gracie drops Soul Stitch to defend herself and then starts the connection back up again, it will also count as another of her 3 uses being taken up, regardless of how long it was maintained.

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-History-

Birthplace: Pill was created in a Seireitei lab, but the actual persona of Gracie was technically born in the port town of Dover in the UK.

Current Residence: Homeless

Memorable Figures: Lydia Taylor - Wynne's Grandmother. Although Gracie has no real recollection of this woman, Lydia was the one that had placed the mod soul within a doll that she later gifted to her granddaughter, setting in motion the events that led to Gracie becoming what she is today.

Wynne Taylor - The little girl who owns Gracie. Being a gift from her dear grandmother, Wynne holds Gracie in high regard, taking the toy with her nearly everywhere she goes and playing with it every day. This constant companion is whom Gracie learns from, and the mod soul has nothing but pure love for this child that is quite literally the center of her world.

History: Gracie's story begins long before the one we know ever came to be. It was nearly three centuries ago when Gracie came into being, but at that time, she wasn't Gracie. She was an entirely different persona: quieter, more mature, but no less clueless about the world. Born deep inside the confines of a lab, within a batch of a thousand just like her, sat her tiny blue pill in a large cold tray. They all sat in tight, neat little rows, loomed over by scientists as they grasped to gain their bearings. They had all just been completed; Gracie, or at least what she was before, had been granted life.

First it was all a blur, her awareness of the world flicking on like a switch. Dazed and confused, she understood very little until the programming from the shinigami scientists kicked in, granting her knowledge of the world, of her purpose. Slowly, she and all the others began to awaken, souls stirring inside their pills as they began to try to reach out to the world. She could feel the presence of her fellow mod souls and the scientists that made them, but the unnamed soul could not interact, could not move, could not speak. Within seconds of her birth, she came to know fear as she struggled against the sad nature of her existence; to have no body of her own and completely unable to do anything other than sit with her own thoughts, watching and waiting for something, anything to happen.

The few minutes they all sat on that table felt like an eternity as the creators inspected each soul one by one, testing for any defects and then engraving them with a number, the closest thing to a name any of them were going to receive. They were then returned to to their spot back on the tray, as perfectly aligned as before and left to wonder and wait. Slowly, the hands worked down the line towards the tiny mod soul that would become Gracie. The sudden warmth of the hand that grabbed her came as a shock at first, but quickly became a comfort compared to the icy cold of the metal tray and the confusion began to fade. She grasped on to that feeling of warmth, clinging to it to try to make sense of what was happening. She had wanted to ask the owner of that hand so many questions: Who she was, what she was, what she should do, why was she alive? But she had no means of communicating with him, trapped inside that tiny blue body, and none of them had much time left anyways.

A door opened somewhere, and another presence walked into the room. The hands that flitted quickly over the freshly created souls paused in their work as the other shinigami regarded them. They were saying something, that much our little mod soul could tell, but she could not tell what about as her mind was still fuddled. Rather quickly though, she could feel a swarm of fear spreading and radiating across the sea of her brethren, and was soon quickly overtaken herself. Had they understood the exchange? Did they know what was about to happen to them? These were the thoughts that flitted through her mind as she was left only to speculate, unable to reach out to any of them for answers. She wished to bury herself deeper into the warmth of the hand that held her, but could not move. And then it happened.

Regardless of whether they had been properly stamped for an ID number or not, all the mod souls were being gathered up by the handfuls and loaded haphazardly into cardboard boxes, only to be carried across the room to an incinerator, where every defective soul was taken, and thrown in. She could not hear the screams, or see the fire consuming them, but the agony, the despair that permeated the air, it was pure torture. The hand wrapped around our heroine tightened into a fist around her, enveloping her in its warmth, though she was now too terrified to find any more comfort from it, being instead replaced by the lamentation that her life would end so soon, mere minutes after it had started. She fully expected to be the next loaded into one of those boxes and thrown to the flames, but the hand that held her only trembled, uncertain of what to do.

Time seemed to freeze as the old Gracie waited for her fate, wishing for it all to be over, but when the hand clenched around her finally let go, she found herself not inside the box that led to death, but safely enveloped inside of the scientist's coat pocket. She had been spared, saved by this creator that did not wish to lose what he spent so long building. She would have cried out her immeasurable gratitude to him if she could cry or speak, not even caring what his true motivations were; she was alive, she was going to live. And every few minutes, another mod soul would be dropped into the pocket beside her, just as thankful, and just as grief stricken as the suffering of the there damned to the flames permeated their very existence. The merciful scientist tried to save as many of the mod souls as possible, but still had to play a part in the destruction of so, so many more. When the gruesome task was finished, he left that lab, left the Seireitei, and never returned, taking his pocket full of 13 mod souls with him.

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It was nearly two months later when our mod soul found herself as a part of a change of hands. The Shinigami who had saved her life saw it best to sell off his creations; whether this was his intention all along or if he saw this as the best way to keep them from being found by the other Shinigami whom would kill them with no hesitation, one by one all 13 mod souls found themselves sold off and scattered to the wind. There were only four of them left now, and although she was immensely grateful for her life being spared, a new anxiety began to fill this mod soul's heart. Day after day and week after week, unable to move or speak or do anything, and it was starting to take its toll on her mind. Only the small amount of stimulation she received from the scientist kept her from losing herself completely.

So when she found herself under the new ownership of a young Fullbringer, she found herself both hopeful and terrified. She had no idea as to what intentions this young man held for. Would he be a benevolent owner and allow her a body of her own so that she could finally interact with the world? No. Shortly after being bought by the young man, Gracie found that her contact with the outside world had ceased completely. Unable to find an immediate use for the mod soul, the Fullbringer had placed her into storage until he could figure out a purpose for her, and then quickly forgot about her completely. The luck that had saved her life the first time had all been used up, and now she was cursed to an existence of solitude with only her thoughts to entertain herself.

Shut away in that glass jar in the attic of the family estate, she sat there for over a hundred years. She didn't even make it to the first year before she lost herself completely. When you have no purpose, no friends, when you have no name to yourself, not even a number to cling to, then what is left to keep you from fading away? Your Memories? The nightmarish scenes from the night of her birth haunted the mod soul to know end no matter how hard she wanted to forget, but they were all that she had. She wanted to live, but at the same time, she wanted it to all be over, for the pain to go away. As everything began to fade into black, the last thing that flitted through her mind before she lost it was the warmth of the hand that held her that night; the one true comfort she had ever had. Her body, the pill, still existed, still held the blueprints for another soul to grow there one die, but the one contained inside had died, leaving behind only residues of her fears, and her dreams.

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It wasn't until a century later that another soul stepped foot in that attic to retrieve the mod soul. The daughter of the Fullbringer that had first bought her, she was now nearly 80 years old, and nearing the end of her life. It was only just now that anyone had found a reason to use Gracie: Knowing her time was drawing near, the old woman approached the jar containing the mod soul, a small gray cat doll in hand. None of her children or grandchildren had shown signs of developing Fullbringer powers or even spiritual awareness, and the grandmother feared that there would be no one left to protect them from the horrors of the world that she knew existed.

Tentatively, the old woman scooped up the empty shell of the pill, the personality that resided inside having died long ago, and inspected it closely, her eyes narrowing. She was depending on this tiny blue ball to protect her family in her stead, and although she loathed the idea, there seemed to be no other alternative. She ripped a hole into the neck of the cat and tucked away the small blue pill inside, pulling the stuffing over top of it before sewing the hole back up, and tying a pink bow around its neck. The woman could detect no response from the doll until she sent a jolt of reiatsu through its system. The shock of life energy triggered the mod soul to reactivate, and, slowly, it came around to. The old personality was gone, but the spark of a new one had been ignited, and this one was going to have a much better chance at life.

As the pill began to generate its own reiatsu, the dolls fur began to bristle as if it was truly coming to life, and the old woman regarded it and smiled. "There we are... Now then, little cat, I have a very important task for you...", the woman started, causing a stirring in the soul held in her hand, although the body failed to obey her and move, " My granddaughter Wynne is coming over very soon, and you're going to be her present. You must take care of her, and defend her always. She is your reason for living. Never forget that." The doll seemed to bristle at this, the small amount of simulation causing the spark of life to grow ever larger, and the bud of a personality began to bloom. Those words echoed throughout her mind, and though she could not yet understand their meaning, they would stay with her and shape her for the rest of her life. She would never have to wonder and grasp around aimlessly for answers this time; her purpose had been lain out before her, right from the beginning. The old woman had taken the small reaction from the doll as acceptance of her role, and took it downstairs to prepare for her family to arrive.

With the return of silence, the newborn consciousness of the mod soul was pulled back into its own mind, reflecting on what it had heard and seen, piecing the world together bit by bit. Everything was still a jumbled mass of confusion, but slowly, very slowly, it was all starting to fall into place, like puzzle pieces. " Oh, Thank you, Granny Lydia! Thank you!", the high pitched squeals of an excited child drew the soul back out into the stuffed toy, curious to see the source of all the energy that suddenly filled the air. Through the eyes of the doll, she regarded the child; just a small little thing, no older than four. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a messy braid that rested over her shoulder, her sweet cherub face dusted with freckles across her cheeks and framed with a pair of navy blue glasses that complimented her preschool uniform perfectly. She regarded the doll with a toothy grin, showing off the gap of a missing bottom canine tooth, and her beautiful green eyes were filled with such loving enthusiasm and warmth that the mod soul could not helped but be captivated by them, even behind the panels of glass that sat on her face.

Too weak to move or speak, the mod soul could only watch in silent awe as this little girl bounced up and down with glee, reaching up to take her into her eager arms. "It's so pretty! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!", She chanted her gratitude to her grandmother over and over again as her arms swallowed up the toy and held it tight to her chest. If she could breathe, the dolls breath would have hitched in that moment as she soaked up the warmth and love of the little girl. It was so familiar, so welcoming, and she wished she could bury herself in even deeper as her love for this child already started to bloom. " We're going to be best friends, little kitty! I'm going to take care of you forever!", the little girl started, her voice dropping to a whisper as if she wished for only her new toy to hear, stroking its head affectionately, "My name is Wynne, and I'm going to call you... Gracie! Yes, Gracie is perfect for a little gray kitten like--" Wynne continued to yammer on and on, but the soul inside her toy began to blur all the words together as a warm feeling settled deep within her soul and began to spread.

"Gracie....", she quietly thought to herself, relishing in the sweet sound of her new owners voice and being showered in all the affection she could ever wish for. "My name... Is Gracie... And I want... To take care of you, forever, too...Wynne." This happiness she felt, Gracie never wanted to lose this feeling. Wynne could not hear her toys words, but that was okay. A promise was a promise, even if it couldn't be spoken. "I'll be a good kitty." For the rest of the afternoon, Gracie continued to soak up the warmth from Wynne's embrace, as the little girl refused to put the gift from her beloved grandmother down, until her parent's finally took her home. It was hardly a week later when Lydia had finally succumbed to her old age.

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For two years, Gracie and Wynne lived happily together, and played everyday. The mod soul had still yet to regain her ability to speak or to move, but her mental health flourished, learning new things every day, and Wynne was more than happy to move her around and speak for her. Through their time shared together, Gracie learned more and more what it meant to be a good cat for her owner, and stood by her promise to always take care of her: She was her constant companion, being taken along to even the grocery store and school by the little girl, and whenever Wynne was feeling sad or had her feelings hurt by a bully, Gracie was there to soak up her tears and share with her the warmth that Wynne always spread to her. They were always together, and Gracie couldn't have been filled with anymore bliss then what she felt then.

Wynne taught Gracie everything she needed to know through their games. She taught her what cats ate and how to get her food, how to hide and jump up and surprise Wynn'es older brother and parents, even how she should stay away and hiss at the family dog so that he wouldn't tear her to shreds, but that she should always run away whenever it barked. In return, Gracie did all she could to make sure that Wynne was always happy, even in her dreams. One night the little girl had found herself having a nightmare, tossing and turning in her bed as she whimpered in despair. Gracie had been watching from her perch on the little girls desk, and her heart would have shattered into pieces if she had to watch this child that she cared for so deeply suffer for the whole night. She had to do something to help Wynne. Summoning up all of her will, Gracie felt a tingling sensation grow, stronger and stronger, in her tiny stuffed limbs as she willed herself to make it to Wynne's side.

If she could just make it to her arms, Gracie knew that Wynne's nightmare would end, just as all of her pain was eased whenever she held her beloved cat. She willed her limbs to obey, and with a sudden jerk, found herself flung onto the floor. Gracie would have been filled with excitement at this revelation that she could move, but there was something much more pressing at hand. Her Wynne needed her. Inch by inch, the little cat crawled towards the bed, moving each limb one at a time as she still lacked the coordination to move them in unison properly. Using a discarded pillow as a ramp, she pulled herself onto the mattress, and made a wobbly effort to stand on her feet. The sheer shortness of her limbs alone saved her from losing her balance, and Gracie proceeded to tug the blanket back in place to warm up Wynne's tiny body, and then tenderly snuggled herself into the girl's arms. At the familiar sensation of Gracie's fur, Wynne instinctively pulled the plush tight to her body, the racing of her heart slowing down as her mind drifted off to happier dreams. A warm bubble of pride welled up in Gracie's core, pleased at the hurdle she had overcome to help her master, and let herself be lost in the warmth of the arms that held her close, completely unaware of the larger hurdle she would soon have to overcome.

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All good things come to an end, as Gracie would soon find out. One day, Wynne had grown very, very sick, and when her mother took her to see the doctor, Gracie had been left behind. It happened on the rarest of occasions, especially when everyone was concerned about dear Wynne, so the little cat understood and didn't let it hurt her feelings. She wanted Wynne to get better as soon as possible as well. But Wynne never came home that day. Or the next day. Or even the day after that. For five days Gracie waited for Wynne to come home and play with her, never moving from her spot on the little girls bed in case she burst through that door at any minute. But she never did, and Gracie grew more and more worried and impatient with every hour that passed. When night fell on the fifth day of waiting, Gracie finally hopped up from her spot on the bed and started to pace back and forth.

She wondered what could have happened to keep her dear friend away from home for so long as she hopped down from the bed, landing on all four of her plushy paws before walking towards the slightly cracked open door. She pushed it wider open slowly, and checked the hallway to make sure the family dog, Bruiser, was nowhere to be seen. With no sign of the slobbery bulldog in sight, the little gray ball of fluff took off down the hall on all fours, hurrying towards Wynne's parent's bedroom. Surely they most know what happened to Wynne. Maybe they could give Gracie the answers she needed. Her softly padded paws silenced her steps as she came upon the closed door. Drawing closer, Gracie sat down by the wall and listened to the sounds of Wynne's mother crying as she spoke over the phone to someone.

Gracie could understand little of their conversation, only able to make out small details. Wynne was indeed very, very sick. Her mother called it cancer, but Gracie had no idea what that was. She had also heard that Wynne was being kept someplace called a hospital, but Gracie didn't know what that was, either. What she picked up from listening in on the conversation, she guessed it was some big place where all the doctors in the world would meet up, and where people that needed the most help would go so all the doctors could take care of them at once. Well, that was it then. Gracie just needed to go and find this hospital place and then she could find Wynne. Maybe the little girl would get better quicker if Gracie was there with her, she thought. Holding Gracie always seemed to make her feel better in the past; maybe that was why it was taking her such a long time to come home.

With a strong determination to uphold her promise to always take care of Wynne, Gracie bravely set forth, falling down the stairs and rolling into the kitchen, as she made her way for the doggy door. Completely unfaltered, Gracie pulled herself back up in a standing position and dusted herself clean before waddling on over to her destination on her stubby lower legs. She froze, however, when she heard a familiar low grumbling behind her, and slowly turned her head to see Bruiser. All of Wynne's tormenting that she had unleashed on the poor animal through Gracie had caused the bulldog to grow quite unappreciative of the toy, and he stared down the little plush with wild, angry eyes, drool dripping down from his under-bite as he growled out his warning. Gracie froze, staring back at the dog with just as much disdain, remembering all that Wynne had taught her about how she shouldn't trust dogs. She took one single step towards the plastic flap that lead to the backyard, and then the tension of the air snapped as Bruiser barked and took off after the stuffed cat.

Simultaneously, Gracie burst forward to the door, the dog's bark giving her a jolt of fear that launched her through the flap and onto the grass outside. She didn't have much time; Bruiser was right behind her, though the poor traction of his claws on the hardwood floor gave her the split second she needed to run to the fence. She laced her paws through the gaps of the chain link fence and hoisted herself up as quickly as she could, but Bruiser was out the door now and charging towards her with his jaws snapping as he barked at her again. Gracie's paw slipped as she reached up to the last link of the fence, and she felt a pit of fear begin to swell in her gut as Bruiser drew closer and closer with each second. She had only enough time scream at the animal as her reiatsu flared up from the fear, and finally allowed her to project her voice for others to hear.

"Bad dog, Bruiser! Go Away! Go Away!", she shrieked as loud as she could manage, the high frequency of her voice causing the domestic dog to pause in confusion, and back up away from the toy, trying to figure out just what had happened. Gracie wasted no time in hurrying over the fence before Bruiser could decide to attack her again, landing face first onto the ground below though she quickly bounced back up and turned back around to stare at the dog, still rather dazed and confused from the sudden turn of events. She had done it she had escaped. "I win, I win! Go home, Bruiser! I'm gonna go find Wynne!", Gracie gave a hopeful cheer, and then bounded off down the street. Gracie severely underestimated the scope of the world she was about to venture into, but she was desperate to find her owner. She had no idea how long it would take for her to find Wynne, but she would never stop looking.

[Gracie]

Strength - 60 - 50% = [30] Points

Speed - 50 + 50% = [75] Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 + 50% = [300] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [40] Points

Light Aura - [100] Points

Dark Aura - [0] Points

Instinct - [50] Points

Senses - 100 - 50% = [50] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [500] Points

Abilities

• [Strength of Will] 1
  
  
• [Stealth] 1
  
  
• [Learning] 1
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] 1
  
  
• [Lack of Fear] 1
  
  
• [Charisma] 1
  
  

6/15 SKP