Recent content by Gracia von Stehlen

"Well it's a good thing money comes with influence. And things." Gracia was starting to get fed up with this conversation. She wanted to be taken to where she wanted to go and she wanted to go there quickly. The night was no longer young and while she was able to keep going, she'd like to get...

Gracia was upsetting Kristopher. She liked that. It made her feel in control. Besides, she picked up on his strange accent. She could tell that he was hiding something larger. She turned to Dominic and cocked her head, "Oh, I know I'm a pretty face. But I'm a pretty face with money. And I can...

Gracia sighed. This was starting to get tedious. She stood from the table and stepped back a bit, rounding the table to join the two men on the other side. It was awkward to talk about these things in front of all the other nobodies gambling their pitiful lives away. "Well," Gracia said...

Gracia was still seated, looking between both Dominic and Kristopher. She'd upset them. She wasn't sure why. Her instinct was to narrow her eyes and scrutinize them, assess their body language and where they directed their eyes. She didn't though. She forced herself to keep herself relaxed...

Gracia laughed lightheartedly. Dominic had in fact taken her money on this night. But Gracia didn't mind. The money in her purse was for light spending. It didn't matter where it ended up. To her, it was insignificant. And even if she was drained dry of her profits, there was more tucked away...

Gracia hummed, "The thing about civil wars is that they're easy to profit off of." She wasn't paying attention to cards anymore. It was beginning to bore her, like they usually did. "The von Stehlen's have hardly stepped foot in Vel Anir. With the exception of my grandmother." Gracia shivered at...

Gracia looked over the table. She didn't expect to win anything this game. As a matter of fact, she really wasn't a fan of card games. They seemed like they would be up her alley, but ended up being games of lying and secrecy that she preferred playing without the medium of cards getting in her...

Gracia looked again at her hand after the rules were explained to her. She was shit out of luck. But that didn't mean she had to play like she was. She leaned back in her chair and would have crossed her legs if she wasn't a noble lady and wearing a rather tight dress. Instead she simply...

Gracia raised her eyebrows, "How generous. I must admit I haven't played." As the man named Bosch begrudgingly stood up and backed away from the table, Gracia not only took his seat with unfounded confidence, but watched him leave The Daisy altogether. Whoever this otter-man was, he knew how...

"Gracia, dear!" Henrick flung his mug outward in a gesture of welcome and some of the ale sloshed over the side. Gracia had to step out of the way, unable to keep her face from contorting in mild disgust, so the ale didn't find it's way onto her dress. The fabric was silky and expensive. She...

The thread is up! Forgotten Mask

"Lilianna, dear, I don't even understand why you're allowed to stay here on your own!" "Because, sister, I am old enough. Besides, you were living in this house on your own when you were my age." Gracia rolled her eyes. It had been nearly two years since she was last in Alliria which means...

Just skimmed his bio and I LOVE your writing style!!

Sorry, I just saw this! I just made a post in RP planning of something I'd like to try out!

Oh, my sweet, simple grandfather, do you know the things I know?