GraceThreadlog | |||
At A Glance | |||
Species: | Gender: | OOC Name: | Skills and Abilities: |
Tyrannosaurus Rex | Female | Dark | ![]() (View All Items) |
Alignment: | Favor: | Experience: | |
Light | 0 | 105 exp | |
Deeper Reading | |||
What I Look Like: | |||
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Some forty feet long and twelve feet tall at the hip. Her skin is a faded white that might be called gray, or silver, or white in bright light: dappled and dimmed by age. And this, despite the fact that she is a new creation; she comes into being already weathered, slowed, her movements not the brash strength of unending youth but the measured, considered stride of the ancient. Gracie is not quite elderly, but on the cusp; pale eyes, though still sharp, are sunken into wrinkled sockets; her hips, spine and ribs are more visible through her pale hide than they might be on a prime Tyrannosaur. Grey claws are somewhat dulled, but the daggerlike ivory of her teeth is still sharp and smooth. |
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Who I Am: | |||
It's anyone's guess why a force that can call such a great predator into being would choose one nearing its twilight years. Gracie is not impulsive or ambitious, instead measured, calm and even kindly: gentle, for her size, though even she must eat. Her demeanor, her pale and leathery hide, her gradual and peaceful movements, seem reminiscent more of an elephant than something one might expect of a seven-or-eight-ton predator. Her voice is aged, too: the kind, slightly husky rasp of a grandmother, a perfect match to the considerate expression in her eyes. She often wanders, quietly interested in her surroundings, in new things--and everything, for her, is new--but without any desire to tamper or destroy. Gracie seems content, instead, to observe: to be a part of the world around her; to stop, and smell the flowers. |
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Miscellaneous: | |||
Prayer (100 exp) - for praying to the Light ✓
Minor Blessing (100 exp) - Grandma's Kiss On The Forehead |
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