Angie Graves
| No. 91 – Queens Pride | |
|---|---|
| Position | Swingfur |
| Species | Arctic Wolf ( Canidae ) |
| Gender | Female |
| Personal information | |
| Born |
May 5, 2004 Columbus, OH |
| Listed height | 6 ft 3 in (1.91 m) |
| Listed weight | 165 lb (75 kg) |
| Shoots | Right-handed |
| Career information | |
| School | San Lupos College |
| FBA draft | 2025 / Round: 2 / Pick: 40th overall |
| Selected by the Queens Pride | |
| Pro playing career | 2025–present |
| Career history | |
| 2025 - present | Queens Pride |
| Career highlights and awards | |
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| Contract information | |
| Contract year | 2025 |
| 2026 Salary | $1.5 million |
| 2027 Salary | $1.5 million |
| Player Contacts | |
| (IC) Agent | BladesDaRaccoon |
| (OOC) Creator | BladesDaRaccoon |
| (OOC) Actor | Unknown |
| (OOC) Usage | Ask me before any use |
Biography
What is a hero? Do they wear a cape? A jersey? Just someone you wanna be like? A illar of the community? Someone just being the best that they can? Well...it can be all of these things. If you're Angie Graves, it's also learning the hero you wanna be and can be don't always align perfectly.
Early Life
Growing up on the streets of Columbus ain't the friendliest scene for a young pup, especially depending on where you go. Even as a pup, Angie was raised to be tough along with her brother Zylo. Growing up with parents who'd been involved in the military on her mother's side and in the local fire department on her father's side, it's not hard to see why Angie and Zylo both grew up healthy and strong. Healthy, strong, and capable of defending themselves.
Not to say she wasn't a kid at all, with her favorite cartoons being the Vex Gals and GreenVale, not to mention having an affinity for drawing angels, vampires and other mythical creatures. Her imagination was healthy and she always seemed to have a crayon in her hand soon as she could hold one. It was a superb balancing act of these sides of her but it all shaped Angie into the tough as nails, iron willed arctic wolf she is who also had a fun side.
When Things Changed
Angie had started taking to basketball in elementary school, not the usual kids just hucking a ball at a hoop either she actually had some fundamentals. Something to be built upon there...
Sometimes, foundations break and crack however...It was in middle school, after being out bowling with some friends and getting a late ride home. A local gang's getaway car ripped around the corner hard and in the swerve the car she was in slammed into a light post. The car was wrecked but the passengers managed to survive. Angie however, took the worst of it as her hand was crushed in the impact...That next morning, she awoke to the news that they could only save her thumb on that hand.
The Hero's Journey
From holding a crayon and brushing her hair to playing a handheld game even down to buttoning a shirt or shuffling a deck of cards, it felt like at least to some degree having to relearn everything. To say it was frustrating...begins to describe it. But least there were ways, hold your Bytemon cards in your other hand, clutch the crayon between your palm and thumb. Angie did find ways...Basketball however...that was tougher.
Much as many thought she wouldn't be able to play anymore, Angie thought otherwise. It took a lot of time no doubt, learning to play with one and a half hands ain't easy but Andie didn't need easy, she just needed possible. The chances were a bit spaced out as she wouldn't play basketball in school until her sophomore year after a lot of begging and pleading even for just a few minutes off the bench.
As she progress, sophomore, to junior, to senior the chances would come. Sure Angie couldn't be as strong a ball handler as she was or fight for boards or nab steals as easy...but she focused on what she could do. She'd figured out how to shoot the ball even with her missing digits and managed to expand her range in scoring, she'd learned how to use her offhand to make clean passes. By the time senior year rolled around, she'd gone from end of bencher to dropping roughly twenty and five a game.
Angie, even with her valiant efforts only managed to get looked at by lower end schools. In the end she'd go to San Lupos College, a division 3 school that had a habit of working with athletes in less than conventional situations when it came to health and body. The choice proved to be a master stroke form Angie as the four out system allowed her to play to her strong suits. Much as she would get the occasional clowning for having a quote 'five-cent jumpshot' it sure looking more like a fifty dollar jumpshot on the statsheet. Her time in San Lupos also aided in growing her secondary skills, getting quite adept at passing the ball out of double teams.
Was it a crazy idea to declare for the draft out of a D3 school? Totally! Would it be easy? Hell no! But Angie had something to show now. That just cause you're missing a couple of parts don't make you that much different! Like she always said...she don't need easy, she just needs possible.