<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Grace Orea </span></strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://studio930.com/jetrefilm_photography/grace_holley_plate11.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center">Grace's Character Sheet  (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8528)<br/></div><br/><strong>Background</strong><br/><br/>Grace Orea is the daughter of a shamed general which took disciplinary measures on his own troups too far. Far enough that they themselves disposed of him, something their own king agreed with.  His tactics were perfect, his lack of understanding of morale however was his downfall.<br/><br/>His legacy included daughters, one of which already married well before the family name of Orea fell leaving Grace in a situation none would envy. Instead of bowing to the shame her family represented Grace decided that her father was correct and it was a sign of weakness of the army for being needy of being fathered for small things they should know, and decided to try and prove her strange theory in practice... by becoming a warrior herself.<br/><br/>What resources her family had left she used to commission armor made of mithril. Then Grace saw to her training in the only way she believed ... by going through the books her father wrote on warfare.<br/><br/>It soon became obvious her father had an affection for those that were fully armored using a great sword held in both hands and often preached about tactics that only such a warrior could manage. Although women had been warriors before most choose the bow or weapons of speed, but something about using a great sword had a pride and magnificence that to her overshadowed everything.<br/><br/>Some in his army that were sympathetic to her situation choose to train her as best they could. She was naturally fast and had superb balance, that helped. More importantly she was determined to be great, that was better.<br/><br/>She demanded her trainers push her as hard as possible, they did.  Even practicing with wooden sword made welts as common as sneezes.... day after day in the war camp that ironically flourished green that had birds chirping love songs, Grace's skill in tactics and swordplay began to show signs of matching her drive....<br/><br/><strong>Item Depictions</strong><br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Swords (Both the Masterwork and Mundane sword were from the same maker, one however is weighted perfectly) (http://www.barringtons-swords.co.uk/english_and_european_medieval_files/sh-2250.jpg)</li><li>Mundane Dagger (Not fancy but it does the job) (http://www.gotavapen.se/gota/artiklar/fs/ribbed_wood/wood_thin900.jpg)</li></ul>