Post by lucy louize cavall on Jun 21, 2010 16:01:11 GMT -5
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LUCYl o u i z eCAVALL
LUCYl o u i z eCAVALL
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theintroduction!
alias: Tessamariee
age: fifteen
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hair: Lucy has long, beautiful auburn curls, though she dyes it blonde to prevent people from recognizing her. She has a fringe of bangs, and her hair reaches to just below her ribs. She rarely wears it up; her ears are hidden when her hair is down.
eyes: Her eyes are a bright, beautiful cerulean blue, very vivid and vibrant. The only makeup she really wears is a bit of black mascara.
height: 5'2"
overall: Lucy is a pretty little thing, with an average build. She isn't small-boned or too thin, but she does look extremely fragile, breakable; it's just the way she carries herself. She is lightly tanned, but could be darker if she spent her time out in the sun instead of in the rain. She has small hands, though her fingers are very delicate, her nails always perfectly manicured even if they aren't painted. She has a classic hourglass figure, but usually hides that by wearing looser shirts.
She has a youthful face. Soft angles, no wrinkles to be seen. She has a round jawline, a straight nose, and her cheeks almost always have a tinge of pink. She likes her natural brows, and never plucks them. Lucy's eyes are a lovely blue, though naturally, they darken when she uses her powers. She loves her hair long, and loves to have it down around her face, to hide her ears. As well as that, she likes to twirl it around her fingers.
Lucy has hundreds of scars. The most noticeable are a vertical burn going down her right upper arm, a long jagged scar beside her spine, a thin slash across her chest, and a bunch of jagged, little scars on the insides of her ears. She has two tattoos; on her feet, like this, and one around her ankle like this.
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thecredentials!
ability: Pusher
full name: Lucy Louize Cavall
nicknames: Luce, LuLu
year: senior, eighteen
gender: female
sexuality: straight
personality: Lucy is the epitome of shy. She keeps mainly to herself, rarely seen with anyone but her brother. She always has a very innocent look on her face, as though she doesn’t understand the world she is in. And that’s probably true; she is so caught up with trying to adapt to her new world, trying to make sense of the constant, unbreakable silence around her. It’s tough for her to connect with anyone, because nobody understands her, and very few people even try. With men, especially those taller than her, she tends to keeps her distance.
On the inside, Lucy’s mind is full of philosophical ideas and dreams and visions. She has a very distinct outlook on life, very strict views. One of her most common phrases is something along the lines of, “There is nothing to regret about your past, that’s what made you who you are today. If you weren’t who you are, and you didn’t go through what you did, who would you be now?” She tries to be as optimistic as she can, given her history, and is often praised for how well she has done with bringing herself back together after it all.
However, her past does affect her when others aren’t looking. She has constant nightmares about that terrible year, all the things that were done to her. She wakes up in a cold sweat, with tears running down her face, trembling. Yet even then, she does not scream. It’s as though her vocal cords were paralyzed when her hearing was taken from her, even though the doctors confirm this not to be true. Lucy has her downs, and when she begins to think back on the negative side, it’s as though she’s fallen into a deep depression all over again. She still struggles internally to figure out who she is now, and feels as though her identity may be forever lost.
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thebackstory!
mother: Mary Ellen Cavall, deceased. She was a vet.
father: Walter Cincaide Cavall, deceased. He was a deep-sea fisherman.
siblings: Brother, Frayson Lucas Cavall, 19
pets: none, but she would like to get some fish.
significant other? none.
history: As a child, Lucy always loved to sing. She loved music, and she loved writing it. That was her passion, that was what she wanted to do with her life. And she was great at it too; her teachers always praised her writing, and she would often sing in school talent shows; everyone loved listening to her, and they had only compliments for her voice and her lyrics. She got her first a voice coach in middle school, hoping to better her talents and learn new techniques early on. Everyone in town knew Lucy, everyone knew of her beautiful, inspiring music. It was what she wanted to do, it was what she loved, it was what made people smile.
Lucy always had friends, she was so likable. She was such a sweet girl, somebody you instantly wanted to be around, and someone who would be there for you if you needed her. She was kind to everyone; it seemed that she didn’t have a bad bone in her body. She did well in school, she had a great relationship with her parents, and was so close to her brother, they could have been twins. Lucy’s life was going great, she was happy, everyone around her was happy, everything was perfect.
But when Lucy was fifteen, she went missing. Her family was devastated, horrified, terrified. They searched for her frantically, and the whole community did everything they could. Eventually, all of Illinois was looking for her. Everyone wanted Lucy to come home.
Lucy’s parents died while she was missing. They both contracted the same disease, some sort of virus, and doctors didn’t catch it fast enough to save them. It was a freak thing, nothing genetic, just some weird illness that was too strong for either of them to handle. Lucy’s brother, Fray, had to continue on searching for his sister on his own. There were countless fundraisers going around to help suppourt this broken, tragedy-prone family, and that helped Fray keep up with the financial needs.
They found her one year later. She had been discovered at her captor's residence when the authorities showed up to investigate a report of "suspicious behaviour." The man there was arrested on the spot, and Lucy was rushed to the nearest hospital. When she arrived there, she was covered in blood, bruises, and scars. Her left arm was broken and her right arm was burned. They cleaned up the terrified, silent girl as best they could, repaired all damage possible.
It was later discovered that Lucy could no longer hear. Her captor had done to her the worst thing anyone can do to a singer-- he took away the music. There was unrepairable damage to her ears, and there was nothing any surgery could do to help, not even the newest, most innovative ideas.
The man who held her captive for that year was later charged with abduction, rape, domestic violence, and attempted murder. When it was discovered that Lucy wasn't his first victim, he was sentenced to jail for life.
Lucy went to a psychological rehabilitation centre for two years. She recovered from the physical and mental shock of her incident, and began communicating by writing to the counselours and doctors. She learned sign language, as did her brother. He had taken over primary care of her. The one thing Lucy would not do, was to speak again. She refused to use her voice; she feared she would never be able to live with it, if she spoke and heard nothing. She did, however, learn to read lips, so she could understand people who did not know sign language.
It was also here that she discovered her talent. Her brother was with her one night in the rehab centre, talking with her after a long day of learning and practice. She was tired, and she wanted a glass of water before she went to bed, but she couldn't recall the sign for 'thirsty.' She wished her brother would just know, and suddenly, he did. From then on, Lucy practiced this power whenever she could.
The one thing Lucy hates the most, is that everyone knows her story. Everyone recognises her, everywhere she goes. She moved to the complete opposite side of the planet, and they still recognise her there. Now, she is just working on continuing her life as normally as she can, finishing out school as a normal girl, and coming to terms with her strange new silent world.
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Roleplay Sample:
"Get out of my face, Mayers, you don't belong in this quadrant!"
"Yes sir," the young Elite-In-Training whimpered, cowering from the tall man thundering along between the rows of white tents. Captain Todd was not one to be messed with, he knew; all the Soldiers told stories about the new "Captain from Hell." Of course none of the stories were true, but the boy didn't know that.
"Jameson, why aren't you on hospital duty?" Castor was already scolding another Elite; everyone was below his command here, so he was allowed. Plus, it helped him take out some of his anger. "You had better get yourself back down there before I can blink my eyes, girl, or I promise you that I'll personally have the Sparrow down on you to smite you in your sleep!" The girl whimpered, her face contorting in fear and horror, and sprinted off to the west side of the Base Camp.
Dressed in his usual white wife-beater and denim Bermuda shorts, Castor strode off purposefully down the centre alley, heading to the Captains' tents, located on the northern side of the Base. He walked with his shoulders back and his head held high, looking very important, his unseeing navy blue eyes glowing with power, and seeming as they would have gone better with a mischievous grin than Castor's serious, composed expression, lips drawn in a thin line. It'd been a long week, and he was eager for tomorrow to come; Saturdays were Castor's "downtime," as the Captains called it. During downtime, the Captains were not to be bothered for anything, unless every single Zodiac in existence were barrelling down on them right that second-- obviously, that wasn't going to happen tomorrow. He was to gather all of that week's records and status reports, and sort through it all, analyze the findings, and decide what to do with the next week. Castor liked that; it provided him something to do, and he did enjoy the strategic planning.
He was approaching his tent now; the other Captains had their backs to him. Striding up silently behind them, Castor called out a loud, "Afternoon, ladies!" which made each of the other Captains jump. One of the men, a burly, dark-haired gentleman by the name of Burns, let out a bellowing laugh as the rest scowled. Castor felt the hostility in the air, and didn't like it. "Aw come on, don't sulk around like a bunch of girls, you'll prove him right!" Burns teased the other Captains. He and Castor exchanged respectful nods as Castor passed, while the rest of them kept a good distance between them and the newest Captain.
The blind man entered his tent, grabbed his wine bottle, and took a generous sip as he slipped his plasma pistol into its holster around his waist, and hid his knife, sheathing it deep in his pocket. The last things he grabbed were his army tags, which contained a tiny, microchipped tracking device, and slipped them around his neck. Castor whirled right out of his tent again, past all the other Captains, receiving a respectful gesture again, from only Burns. "You guys don't have to worry about being stabbed for the next ten hours, I'm off to border patrol!" he mocked them, jogging off toward the edges of the Base Camp.
As soon as he had gone far enough so that the othe Captains were nothing but tiny vibrations in the distance, Castor slowed to a leisurely walk again. He did not approve of the way those men treated him, just because of his past. They all shied away from him, all avoided him, because he was still a Zodiac to most of them. Thank heavens the Chief had seen that that wasn't the case. If he hadn't, they would be saying all those things they thought in their heads about him, pulling pranks on him- but instead, they were just afraid and paranoid. He found that he liked that better. Either way, though, he wished they would let it go. It wasn't his fault Sparrow had deemed him worthy to be a Zodiac, it wasn't his fault Jackson Berkeley had raped his girlfriend, his Mariette. It wasn't his fault Jackson turned out to be a Zodiac too, it wasn't his fault Sparrow didn't like when his Zodiacs decided to kill each other. And poor Mari, he thought to himself, after I beat that loser up, she didn't want him, she didn't want me-- she didn't want anything to do with someone locked up in a jail cell for two years. And by the time Castor had gotten out of juvee, it was time for the Years of Disaster to start, and he couldn't go back to her anyway... he didn't like thinking that she was dead now. He wouldn't allow himself to think those thoughts. They weren't fair.
He wandered on for a long time after his reverie, just walking as far as he could, deciding he needed to get as far away from those hybrid humans as he could, he needed the time away or he'd never make it through the night without tearing off all their heads. Castor had been simply walking for four and a half hours straight now, and was very far away from the Base Camp.
Awesome.
"Yes sir," the young Elite-In-Training whimpered, cowering from the tall man thundering along between the rows of white tents. Captain Todd was not one to be messed with, he knew; all the Soldiers told stories about the new "Captain from Hell." Of course none of the stories were true, but the boy didn't know that.
"Jameson, why aren't you on hospital duty?" Castor was already scolding another Elite; everyone was below his command here, so he was allowed. Plus, it helped him take out some of his anger. "You had better get yourself back down there before I can blink my eyes, girl, or I promise you that I'll personally have the Sparrow down on you to smite you in your sleep!" The girl whimpered, her face contorting in fear and horror, and sprinted off to the west side of the Base Camp.
Dressed in his usual white wife-beater and denim Bermuda shorts, Castor strode off purposefully down the centre alley, heading to the Captains' tents, located on the northern side of the Base. He walked with his shoulders back and his head held high, looking very important, his unseeing navy blue eyes glowing with power, and seeming as they would have gone better with a mischievous grin than Castor's serious, composed expression, lips drawn in a thin line. It'd been a long week, and he was eager for tomorrow to come; Saturdays were Castor's "downtime," as the Captains called it. During downtime, the Captains were not to be bothered for anything, unless every single Zodiac in existence were barrelling down on them right that second-- obviously, that wasn't going to happen tomorrow. He was to gather all of that week's records and status reports, and sort through it all, analyze the findings, and decide what to do with the next week. Castor liked that; it provided him something to do, and he did enjoy the strategic planning.
He was approaching his tent now; the other Captains had their backs to him. Striding up silently behind them, Castor called out a loud, "Afternoon, ladies!" which made each of the other Captains jump. One of the men, a burly, dark-haired gentleman by the name of Burns, let out a bellowing laugh as the rest scowled. Castor felt the hostility in the air, and didn't like it. "Aw come on, don't sulk around like a bunch of girls, you'll prove him right!" Burns teased the other Captains. He and Castor exchanged respectful nods as Castor passed, while the rest of them kept a good distance between them and the newest Captain.
The blind man entered his tent, grabbed his wine bottle, and took a generous sip as he slipped his plasma pistol into its holster around his waist, and hid his knife, sheathing it deep in his pocket. The last things he grabbed were his army tags, which contained a tiny, microchipped tracking device, and slipped them around his neck. Castor whirled right out of his tent again, past all the other Captains, receiving a respectful gesture again, from only Burns. "You guys don't have to worry about being stabbed for the next ten hours, I'm off to border patrol!" he mocked them, jogging off toward the edges of the Base Camp.
As soon as he had gone far enough so that the othe Captains were nothing but tiny vibrations in the distance, Castor slowed to a leisurely walk again. He did not approve of the way those men treated him, just because of his past. They all shied away from him, all avoided him, because he was still a Zodiac to most of them. Thank heavens the Chief had seen that that wasn't the case. If he hadn't, they would be saying all those things they thought in their heads about him, pulling pranks on him- but instead, they were just afraid and paranoid. He found that he liked that better. Either way, though, he wished they would let it go. It wasn't his fault Sparrow had deemed him worthy to be a Zodiac, it wasn't his fault Jackson Berkeley had raped his girlfriend, his Mariette. It wasn't his fault Jackson turned out to be a Zodiac too, it wasn't his fault Sparrow didn't like when his Zodiacs decided to kill each other. And poor Mari, he thought to himself, after I beat that loser up, she didn't want him, she didn't want me-- she didn't want anything to do with someone locked up in a jail cell for two years. And by the time Castor had gotten out of juvee, it was time for the Years of Disaster to start, and he couldn't go back to her anyway... he didn't like thinking that she was dead now. He wouldn't allow himself to think those thoughts. They weren't fair.
He wandered on for a long time after his reverie, just walking as far as he could, deciding he needed to get as far away from those hybrid humans as he could, he needed the time away or he'd never make it through the night without tearing off all their heads. Castor had been simply walking for four and a half hours straight now, and was very far away from the Base Camp.
Awesome.
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