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I try to think of all the people I look up to
or growing up who would I be
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b a s i c s |
name; Lucia
country; Dakan
age; 16
birthday; June 20
family; mother (deceased), semi-adopted father (deceased), older brother (Lucas, 19)
hand; Lucia's writing is a simple script: proper, neat, but not extraordinary.
lost; her sense of self identity
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h i s t o r y | Lucia doesn't remember her mother very well. She remembers a small room, cold, but clean, and remembers being hungry, more often than not. (Objectively, she knows that it must have been in Tirall; she's never left the city in her life.)
Lucia hadn't understood as her mother's health worsened. She didn't know why mother stayed in bed, didn't know why her brother worried so. She couldn't know why her mother's body grew cold.
She wasn't afraid when they got kicked out of the apartment. She stayed in the alleyway, guarding the small bundles that they managed to keep, and waited, patiently, for her brother to find a new place for them to live. There had been no doubt in her mind that he would return.
But she had been five at the time, and this was all fuzzy in her head. There is one thing from that time that remains clear: her brother's hands were always warm.
Lucia liked her new home better. It was decidedly warmer; her stomach stayed full. Lucas's father never paid much attention to her, as her brother managed to shelter her enough that she never showed enough. They weren't in much of a position to make demands, but Lucia did her best to make a contribution. She doesn't think that the man liked her very much, but he tolerated her, and that was enough.
While Lucas received training, Lucia would sit in the corner and look through the illustrations in the books that were the only things she was allowed to touch. Eventually, Lucas learned how to read, and he taught his sister in turn.
As Lucia grew older, she took over most of the cooking and cleaning. She learned to bargain with the shopkeepers and mend clothing. Even after Lucas's father died, he made enough money to keep her as well- they never did want much. Sometimes he'd have to leave for a while, but she was okay; she never doubted that he'd come back for her.
There was no way that Lucia would have known that the day she had found the books was her birthday. She had been through the box countless times before. The fact that two new ones appeared was worth mentioning to Lucas.
From there, things became very confusing. Whenever she went out, Lucia would find herself forgetting why she had left the house. As she wandered the city, she would find herself becoming lost in streets she should have known. On some days, it would take hours before she found a building that looked like home. And when she was lucky, it really would be.
Lucia considered herself lucky that these episodes tended to occur while Lucas was out of town.
But as Lucas's work has called him to be out of town for longer periods, she found it increasingly hard to hold on to who she was. Lucia found herself gravitating in the only direction that she could.
She's not entirely sure what she was thinking that day. It was just that her reflection in the glass looked strange and she felt the pressing need to fix it. First she cut her hair. It wasn't enough. There was still something that was wrong with the image.
The scissors were still in her hand; it wasn't too much trouble to fix it.
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p e r s o n a l i t y | Lucia used to be a sweet, but rather sheltered girl, who loved her brother very much. She was not unintelligent, but she maintained a mostly self-imposed state of isolation. (It was partially because Lucia inherited her mother's poor health, but mostly because Lucia had a very intense dislike of cold.) She would spend her time cleaning, cooking, or reading through Eligos's books; while she accumulated a lot of knowledge about how to, say, suture a wound in theory, Lucia was very lacking in real-world experience.
Still, she was happy with her life. When she went outside, she walked with caution, but with confidence. She understood that the world could be a dangerous place, but she had faith in the fact that, guild aside, the crime rates were low, and she had a very protective older brother who would be more than happy to beat up anyone who got too fresh with her. (Although she'd never admit it out loud, Lucia would have chosen Lucas over her country.) She was generally mellow, but had the temerity to put her foot down when she really meant it. She had a quiet sense of humor, but would constantly give silly nicknames to the few people that she cared about.
Losing her sense of identity destabilized Lucia's personality. While she's not a total blank slate, she's currently very malleable.
Lucia's personality is currently in a state of flux, influenced by those around her. She acts the way they seem expect her to act, or, in the absence of such cues, she mirrors the way they act towards her. At the moment, she can retain some semblance of her former self, as Lucas has a strong influence on her, however, as his expectations of her change, her actions will change to match them.
Lucia is frighted by this. She'd have to be stupid to not be. Stupid or crazy, and Lucia refuses to be crazy. She'll cling to sanity in any way that she can.
Lucia knows that somethings wrong, but she can't quite put it into words. She knows that the way she's trying to mimic Lucas is unhealthy, but it's the only option that she can think of: if she's trying to be like him, she's not trying to be like someone else. She knows Lucas won't let her down- she's always seen him with rose-colored glasses- and this is the most practical solution to the problem that she can think of. It would be sheer foolishness to seek outside help, not in the state that she's in.
Lucia still hates the cold. Lately, whenever she's alone, it feels as if she's freezing.
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a p p e a r a n c e | Lucia is a slight girl, with dark hair cut boyishly short. She's reasonably pretty, not extraordinary; her most noticeable attribute is her eye patch, which really does hide a missing eye. While she is not exactly shy, she aims to be unnoticed. Thus, while she doesn't exude excess confidence, she does not cower away from people either. She tries not to show extreme emotions, but doesn't always succeed; Lucia's idea of "not showing emotions," tends to leave her looking somewhat dazed, and when startled, shock shows clearly.
Lucia is contentious about her appearance, keeping the clothing that she has in good repair until they finally reach a point where they cannot be invisibly patched. Most of her wardrobe consists of hand-me-downs that she has re-cut to suit her own purposes.
She's gotten rather skilled at getting bloodstains out of clothing.
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c o n t a c t | name; Michie
email; ririkit[at]livejournal.com
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stopbeforestart is a journal made for roleplaying purposes at ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) lunamemoria. Lucia is Lucia; her PB, Chrome Dokurp of Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, is property of Amano Akira. |
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