Grace

Name: Grace
Job: Designer
Personality: loves her bunny, childish, kind-of-helpless, good at acting, good at manipulaition (she's not really innocent, helpless or childish.)
She always carries around her precious notebook in which she draws out everything that inspires her. The book is a leather bound soft cover with gold embellishments. The dust jacket was given to her by her mother before she died. She charmed the notebook to be feather light, indestructible, traceable and self expanding.

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The embodiments of human nature are not human. They look like humans, they feel emotions like humans and yes, they hurt like humans. You can kill them, and they will return, utterly battered and irreversably damaged but strong. So very strong because as long as there is still one person who has the qualities and believes in the qualities they embody, they cannot truly leave us. They can be absorbed by other embodiments, if their traits are considered to be no longer 'relevant' and yet their legacy will live on through generations of people. They will be here to see the end of the world, to embrace their children and to comfort them. They will be here to protect, and to guide and to hold all the pain, suffering and hurt in this world. They will be here to love and to hate, to forgive but never forget. They will be here to soothe and support, and they will be here to tell us 'never give up'. They are our guardians. They are us.

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The embodiment of death. She exists in all realms. She exists and she is inescapeable. She brings those in pain to her, to show them another life. She brings those whose time is up and those whose time should not have gone. She cares and she hurts. She loves and she hates. She sees unimaginable hurt, and she cannot look away. She sees those around her slowly disappear. The ones she loves, the ones she knows. She knows that she will be the one to take them away. She loved a man once, with eyes bluer than the summer sky, whose sighs could fill any heart with sadness. A man with a smile the sun hid from and a heart of gold. His eyes, looked so hurt and so betrayed when his time came and nobody came but her. He did not realise whom he had fallen in love with and when he did, it was too late. Sometimes she wonders if he ever did forgive her, sometimes she wondered if she would dare to love ever again. The reapers were lucky, they did not have to see the anguish of every soul, alive or dead. They did not know the burden, the overwhelming suffocating weight. The only one to be cursed to see everything was the one who wished to end it all.