[Grace Williams]

Grace Victoria Williams
FACE CLAIM: Caity Lotz

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Twenty-Seven
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
POSITION: Firefighter

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: N/A

LIMITATIONS: N/A

SIDE-EFFECTS: N/A

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

Watch out for me
I'm about to glow

"When you get your powers you'll understand."

"You'll love the school."

"Any day now, Gracie."

When she was younger, it was always the same thing. The firstborn child of a pair of meta's assumed the bloodline would be enough to carry the gene from one to another. Then she was fourteen, and in high school. That was okay, she could just be a late bloomer.

Then she was sixteen, and Isaac and Mina were thirteen, and they were in Montana dealing with this crazy change to their lives. Change everyone had always planned for.

The dream of fitting into the perfect meta family faltered years ago, but that was the final dash.

Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say

"Firefighting? Really? That's..."

"Ambitious? Brave?" Most girls dreamed of far different careers. She could see that in her mother's eyes; "Awesome?"

"Dangerous." Sharp words for a sharp reasoning. Of course it was dangerous.

Senior year of high school and she was no where near her twin siblings. It made for a lonely life to say the least. She was stuck with mom and dad and their worries and their consistent, overwhelming reassurance. It was totally okay that she didn't have special crazy powers. She sort of came to terms with that ages ago.

"You don't need to have superhero powers to be a super hero." Grace pointed out, like she'd managed to map her mother's way of thinking without her saying a word. She never really did say much. Not to them, anyway. Everything was clouded in a sea of assumptions and predictions.

"I mean, I can't stop you." It was the same tired line. She couldn't stop any of them from doing what she wanted, but she could certainly wish to control it every step of the way.

That's when they smile in my face
Whole time they wanna take my place

"It's like you don't get that being normal's not enough anymore." Grace had to try and point out. Her parents didn't get it. They couldn't, really. They didn't understand. "The bar's totally raised for just about everything. You think it's hard for a majority of the other people who took the fire exam? Like there's not guys blitzing the usual record with awesome speed or hardcore strength? Come on."

"Grace-" Her father tried. It was like white noise these days.

"They literally told me not to try. They were like; are you sure? You're going up against some pretty tough competition." She laughed at the absurdity of the fresh memory, "It's not even a fucking competition!"

"I know it's hard, honey."

Waving her hand at his concern, she rolled back on her feet, intent to leave. She didn't really know why she thought there would be understanding here, "Anyway, I blitzed the record too. Thanks for asking."

Don't know what to do
I'm in some kind of mood

Packing bags, her boyfriend at the time stood in the room they shared and watched, clearly dumbfounded at her news. She was leaving him. Not specifically, but she wanted to move to Oregon, and he'd learned months ago how headstrong she was.

"Because I just hate it here." She continued to explain, as if her siblings weren't enough of a reason to move there. Her parents certainly weren't a reason to stay in Malibu.

"What about-"

"Look, if I'm being honest," She looked over her shoulder as she shrugged. She knew what he was going to try before the words even left his mouth; "You're not worth staying for."

You're not here
And we both know why, so

Williams. This girl was piecing the name together with a look she recognised. Grace knew what she was in for the second she saw recognition in those eyes. Realisation. A not-so-good revelation.

"I know your brother." That was a big thing now that she'd moved to Stagfort.

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes - and it was hard at this point - she leaned in towards her ear so she could hear her over the music. "Did you sleep with him?" She had to ask.

"No." Relief, except she wasn't done, "He's kind of a jerk, though."

Exhaling a heavy sigh, Grace reeled her arm back again, freeing herself from the girl she was almost tangled up with. "Yeah, well that's my brother, you fucking moron."

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Eddie
AGE GROUP: Twenty-Six
EXPERIENCE: Ages
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? QUEEN

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