<a class="postlink" href="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTFhfJbvzngQFcuvMFKJl5--6Kl2ndpQaY5Ot9ONmGXxSEqdcd1rQ">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Grace Dimona<br/>Age: 18 (Human years)<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Human (technically)<br/><br/>Grace knelt before an alter. As a priestess of the gods, it was her duty to listen to their words and take action upon them, for the better of all mankind. Usually, there was no word from the gods, but this time, as the incense burned around her, and the small fire before her blazed she could hear a whispering in her ears.<br/><br/>Surprised, Grace deepened her meditation, listening harder until the words were understandable. "Grace Dimona," came a voice, "The time has come. A horrible tragedy is approaching and we have chosen you to help avert it."<br/><br/>"A horrible tragedy?" Grace asked. "Please tell me! How can I help?"<br/><br/>"We are sending someone to help you avert this tragedy. Soon enough, you will discover what must be done." And just like that, the voice was gone. Curious, Grace looked around, as if she expected this "someone" to just appear before her.<br/><br/>"I wonder," she muttered, "What kind of person they're sending to help me?"