Player Name: Ama
Your Age: 27 this Dec 11 \o/
Time Zone: Pacific
How did you find us?: RPG D/ Rokkan
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Name: : Lucy Samantha O’Neil
Codename: : --
Aliases: : Lucy
Age: : Twenty-seven years old
Occupation: : Nurse (Working for the McAllister Commission)
Sexuality: : Heterosexual
Faction: : --
Physical Description: : Fair-skinned with naturally medium blonde hair (That said, Lucy is a brunette in present time, having gotten bored one Saturday night, and found herself with a bottle of Clairol), Lucy have always been described as ‘fresh-faced’. There is openness about her features, starting with the huge, deep-set eyes that becomes even more memorable for their spring green color. Her smile is wide and friendly, almost always showing white, even teeth framed by full lips. Everything about her facial features could be classified as ‘symmetrical’ but for her nose (Which she used to bemoan as too lumpy looking; it is not the smooth, straight ideal. Please note that the bumpy looking is really all in her head. Her nose is small and if not the desired aquiline profile, nevertheless if cute, along the lines of ‘pert looking’.) and a dimple on her right cheek just below the hollow of her cheekbones. Overall, very pretty and the way her features are arranged, creats a striking impression in that it is unusual from what doll-like standards for feminine perfection.
She has a swimmer’s frame, with wide shoulders that taper to an inverted V to form her upper torso. Genes from her mother gave her hips (To which she is grateful for). She is petite only because she diets religiously, sometimes skipping whole meals for a whole day if she thought she was beginning to look ‘plump’. As she is ‘big boned’, staying thin is an obsession for her.
For clothing she goes for the Soho-Bohemian Rhapsody with overtones of Rocker Chic. Her wardrobe consists of colors that would bring out the peach tones of her skin and the colors of her eyes, so she’s always in spring and autumn colors, both in the more effervescent and the more subtle tones. (Green, brown – including copper, bronze, gold, flower shades). She has an undeniably girly vibe about her. She is vain about her hair.
She stands five foot five inches.
Always on her neck are a lavaliere and an amulet both respectively from her mother and her father. The lavaliere has an Amethyst pendant, tear dropped shaped, enclosed in gold webbing, while the amulet (an Atia's Sign) is made of silver.
Likes: :+ to be young forever
+ her hair
+ roquefort cheese
+ dom perignon
+ men
+ high heels
+ blush and concealer (make-up)
+ being sugar high
+ music
+ kissing in the rain
+ (watching) figure skating and reality shows
+ Disney Movies (but this is a best kept secret)
+ karaoke
+ partying
+ luxury hotels
+ Anything strawberry flavoured
Dislikes: :- cherry flavored things
- manual labor
- drugs
- rodents
- being ignored
- crying in front of people
- being misjudged
- acne
- hardcore wannabes
- ungrateful people
- sweat-stained armpits
Personality: :Clever, bright, vivacious, friendly, refined, and cosmopolitan, Lucy idealizes a ‘Forever Girl’. She’s the kind that wins Homecoming Queen in high school due to the fact her good lucks are also coupled with a friendly, bubbly air that does not exclude people, but includes them in her circle of friends. Because she grew up blond and beautiful and seems to have everything fall at her feet, Lucy has to be most nonthreatening creature in the world. Always smiling. Always letting stuff go that she should really confront in a fierce (but potentially unpleasant) manner.
She's got this ethereal coltish thing going on that hides her steely interior. She is all about self-censorship and pleasing people.
Once blindly optimistic and careless with a restless and irresponsible streak, Lucy is nevertheless disciplined enough when it comes to going after her goals and dreams, which explained how she managed to get into medical school despite her seemingly flaky attitude towards life. Actually, Lucy’s very smart and was on top of her class before she had to quit college due to personal problems. “Not a big deal,” she was heard to say. “I already have a nursing degree. Becoming a doctor could wait.”
She has a strong sense of morality, though she tends to overemphasize the ethical codes. This proved a problem later on when she got a job as a nurse for the McAllister Commission. To be able to live with herself, Lucy had to shut her eyes and ears over everything she saw and did in that place, and in this manner, numbed herself from the unfairness she was witnessing. Because of guilt and repressed hate for her superiors, she is sympathetic towards mutants. Because of what her job has done to her consciences and the fact that she has problems of her own, Lucy has no plans to act on her sympathies.
She is intuitive, often an original thinker, and better at adapting than inventing herself to the situation she’s in.
She also has a tendency to roleplay things in her head when things get... stressful. Call it escaping from reality, if you will. Don't judge her! Her life is hard!
Lucy is an ardent lover, with a sincere and straightforward approach in love. That said, because she has no time for love, she has become cynically promiscuous, and is not against getting cheap thrills by engaging in uncongenial alliances.
She also loves all thing Harry Potter and has an unhealthy crush on Ron Weasley.
History: :Her father was a respected doctor and research scientist (Specializing in genetics), but he loved fishing, so Lucy's earliest recollection of scent was of the tangy brine of the sea and the smell of fish on her father's jacket. Growing up, she was subjected to a gray landscape that is sometimes turned white by snow come winter. She loved it, even though her childhood was simple and free of the materialistic burden that would haunt her adult life.
When her father died, his heart giving way one cool November morning before he went out with his mates for a chartered fishing trip, her mother, never happy living in the quiet Gerritsen Beach moved her family back to the hubbub of New York City where she grew up in. They got a house in Greenwich Village, using a large chunk from her father's inheritance money.
She spent her teen life there, among the rich and the bored and learned to curb her naturalness and naivete. In the Village, she changes from a timid, sheltered girl with few resources into a brave, self-possessed, complex young woman capable of holding her own with anyone.
Because of a fairly affluent way of living as the second daughter of her widowed mother (her father died when she was but eleven) Lucy was unprepared for the sudden responsibility heaped upon her when her mother admitted to have lost most of their fortune when she got involved with a young man who promised her love while stealing everything of value in their house. It didn’t help that her mother also admitted that she had just been diagnosed with Alzheimer and that Lucy’s sister, Heather, has too much personal problems to take her in.
Feeling trapped, Lucy nevertheless rose up to the challenge and quit medical school, so she could help finance her mother's medical needs. She took nursing and earned her degree, and using her father's name and connections, was able to land a 'dream' job in the McAllister Commission. She detest her work, for she felt it was wrong to treat mutants so poorly, but she has needs that only her salary as a nurse for this particular job could provide and besides which, there were a lot of important people she meet on a daily basis that perhaps could help her later when she was free enough to pursue her dreams again.
Power: : --
Place of Birth: : Gerritsen Beach, Brooklyn
Place of Residence: : Albany
Nationality:: Irish-American
Relatives: :Jonathan O'Neill - father; deceased.
Francine O’Neill – mother; widowed. Suffering from early onset of Alzheimer.
Heather ___________ - married; older sister.
RP Sample: :
She had been lugging the thing for what seemed like hours now, her thin arms already aching with the unfamiliar exercise. She heaved the canister up, huffing as she did, and already beginning to hate the thing. What in all that was good and sweet compelled her to buy the thing she'd never know, but her shopping spree having failed to give her that boost she needed, she went inside an antique shop and found -well... it.
'At least', thought Lucy, grunting a bit as her precious buy started slipping again,
'I think it was an antique shop'. Everything inside the store looked old, if not exactly valuable. She'd been ready to leave when she saw the giant rusted flour canister, sitting innocently on a top shelf and demanded what it held.
She was incredulous to hear the shopkeeper reply he really had no clue.
Things went downhill after that.
Her curiosity just wouldn't let the thing rest and she asked permission to open it. The lid refused to open. Frustrated, Lucy started shaking it and was rewarded when it produced a soft rustling that screamed clothing merchandise. Or old newspaper scrunched up ball, yellow with age. Or cockroach shells. It could have been any of those, really.
She knew she had to buy it. If nothing else, it would provide a deviation from her normal routine of waking up, going to work in the McAllister building and 'getting through her twelve hour shifts doling out power-suppressing drugs to mutants.'
Lucy haggled with the man, and when she left, she was ten dollars poorer, but not any wiser what was she lugging inside her flour bin, and ready to trip every now and then because she couldn't see anything in front of her. It was that big.
That it felt like it was getting heavier every step she took had her vastly improved temper to slowly dwindling. What she needed was a porter. Or a Cabana boy.
That was when she saw him.
He was sitting down on one of the benches, head tilted and looking up. She subtly tilted her head too, green eyes searching what it was he found so interesting. When she saw nothing, she turned back to her perusing of him. He looked ... normal. And normal was very good. The young woman chewed her lower lip, asking herself what was the harm of meeting
normal looking people.
She'll keep her flirtatious nature in check. There was no need to complicate matter by making it look like she was on the prowl, so to speak.
(But, God, it has been so long since she had a nice fuck.)
Minutes later, she was sitting down on the same bench he was occupying, sighing a bit, and using a silk hanky to wipe her perspiration away. Then, she looked up again, resting her head the same manner he was doing and spoke, her eyes trained upwards. "Mind telling me what's so fascinating about the sky?"
Not flirting, she told herself. It was a perfectly innocent question. But she crossed her legs as she spoke, so that the hemline of her skirt rose just a little bit more, and should he got tired looking up, would then afford the young man the sight of nicely toned, silky smooth legs.
Lucy O'Neill
