Post by Lucy Ophelia Morrison on Dec 25, 2009 15:23:11 GMT -5
LUCY OPHELIA MORRISON
* well do you, don't you want me to make you
i'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you
tell me, tell me, tell me your answer
you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS MELISSA, BUT CALL ME MEL, AND I AM FIFTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 6 TO 7 YEARS & I'M A INTERMEDIATE TO ADVANCED ROLE-PLAYER AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NONE AT THE MOMENT. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS SING IT LOUD.
- - - - nicknames, luce (pronounced LOOSE)
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, nineteen
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual/straight
- - - - member group, crew (exclusive photographer for Kill the Lights!)
- - - - (if band or crew) band, Kill the Lights!
- - - - played by, Amanda Hendrick (model)
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- - - - hair, lucy’s hair is one of her passions. it is long & about mid-back length, varies from wavy to straight, is very layered & almost always tousled.
- - - - built, lucy is long and leggy and always has been, although before puberty & the revelation of her minimal curves she was quite an awkward beanpole.
- - - - height, 5 feet, 6 & 1/2 inches
- - - - fashion sense, like the members of the band that she works for, lucy tends to go for the hardcore or “scene” style. you could call it more hardcore because, unlike many scene chicks, lucy wears darker colors instead of neon & tends to scoff at the lengths scene chicks go through to get their hair a certain way, while she simply runs her fingers through her hair and is done for the day. however, sometimes lucy can be quite the little fashionista, maybe wearing a peacoat and booties paired with ripped jeans and her favorite band tee shirt.
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photography
dancing
drinking
smoking
experimentation
men (they are very few & far between.)
listening to music (especially hardcore, but she likes a variety.)
playing music (lucy is quite a talented keyboard/piano player.)
film (next to photography, movies are her fetish. horror is her favorite.)
books (yes, she can be quite the little bookworm.)
shoes (you can never have too many doc martens.)
staying up until the wee hours (in other words, partying.)
black eyeliner and mascara (one of lucy’s feminine aspects.)
motorcycles (she loves speed.)
acting (it’s a hidden passion)
- - - - loathes,
overzealous fans & suitors (sometimes, people are a little too obsessed.)
haughty celebrities and people (we all can get cocky, but do you really have to treat me like shit when i’m taking your photo?)
rehab (tried it for a week after that one incident & did not work out. period.)
meat (despite smoking and drinking, lucy is actually a devout vegan.)
liars & cheats (too many bad experiences with men, friends, & family to count.)
posers & fakes (if you can’t take the mosh, then don’t go in the pit.)
singing (after a bad experience in grade school, she has vowed to never sing again.)
country music (yee-haw? what about a HELL NO.)
the heat (being pale is much better than being red. the sun is a killer, & blizzards are preferable to heat waves.)
bad technology (seriously, when the latest camera malfunctions during a shoot, your whole day is shot.)
people asking for huge favors (not all favors are bad, but don’t ask for lucy to hook you up with the lead of Kill the Lights!)
valentine’s day (no matter how much of an independent feminist lucy is, the holiday can get quite lonely… & loathsome.)
virtue (what’s so great about good girls anyway?)
whores (have fun with your STD.)
overdosing (it happened once & lucy vowed for it never to happen again.)
- - - - strengths,
photography
resisting meat
being aggressive (don’t even ask about the crazy Kill the Lighters that she has had to chase from the studio during a shoot.)
playing piano/keyboard (she is actually quite good at classical tunes.)
acting (she does not do it much, but being melodramatic is a forte.)
- - - - weaknesses,
men (what? she hasn’t had too many real relationships, only 2.)
staying content (bouts of depression can sink in sometimes.)
video games (she can never beat her friends at wii. maybe it’s lack of hand-eye-coordination?)
keeping her mouth shut (sometimes, at least. if she feels strongly about something, she’ll definitely let you know.)
being loved (lucy feels as if she’s unlovable, considering her past & personality, and is comfortable with that notion.)
- - - - dreams, Lucy dreams of becoming a world-renowned photographer & possibly dabbling in acting, but she doubts herself greatly. Subconciously, she would like to have a lover (not necessarily a husband) & an infant in the next decade. Sometimes, Lucy can’t help but fantasize herself being a character in an old French film, playing the chic fashionista who resides in Paris and falls in love with the dashing, but tortured, artist who woos her and goes to any lengths to be with her. Silly girl, isn’t she?
Despite that nonsense (as she considers it), Lucy dreams of her career being an inspiration to orphaned children, especially girls, & photographers around the world. She dreams of having her own gallery (which is actually not too far from happening) & giving free admission to fellow orphans who are going down the same road that she has.
- - - - fears, Lucy fears of exposing her emotions, as she tries to keep them hidden. Besides a trivial fear of spiders, she fears not achieving success in her career. Lucy also greatly fears overdosing again, as she has done it once and it was not a pleasant experience. She also fears going deaf and/or blind, a common fear that anyone can have.
But most of all, and subconsciously, Lucy fears growing old and becoming a spinster, one who was never loved. As stated before, Lucy has “accepted the notion that she is unlovable,” but subconsciously every girl wants to find her true love. For now, as Lucy fails to recognize her subconscious fear of dying alone, she feels that she has already found her true love, photography, & shakes off advances from men. Maybe one day, a man will come along that will be able to handle this wild child & will be able to make her discover her true self.
- - - - overall personality, Lucy is kind of a misfit, as her personality and moods change rapidly and make it hard for her to keep healthy relationships. Overall, the character traits that tend to stick with Lucy no matter what mood she is in are her wit, humor (morbid or not), charm, & curiosity. Before her life fell apart, Lucy was a top notch student (especially in English), she learned her humor from her (deceased) father, her mother put her through “ladies’ school” when she was pre-pubescent (much good it did for her; she can be charming when she wishes, but partying is not very ladylike), & she has always been interested in learning about the world (hence her inquisitive trait).
Sometimes, and mostly because of memories from the past, Lucy can be in on & off bouts of depression. The worst bout was when she overdosed when she was sixteen, but that’s another story. Besides that, Lucy can have quite a lust for life, skipping through the streets with a liquor bottle in one hand & a ciggy in the other as a smile plays on her lips. But sometimes, & especially if Lucy is confronted with unlikable people (i.e. haughty people), she will give them hell (literally). According to the account of one who was told off, Lucy cursed like a sailor. She even cursed in other languages. Yes, Lucy knows Spanish (her first long-term boyfriend was a native of Barcelona) & knows a little French (mostly from her two years of high school). She’d like to learn Russian & Italian swear terms, because in her words cursing in foreign languages is “extremely attractive.”
An aspect of her personality that all people seem to enjoy is her accepting countenance. No matter if you’re gay, bi, or straight; black, brown, or white; tall, average, or short; fat, average, or lean; girl, boy, or he-she, Lucy could not care less. One thing that her (deceased) parents taught her was to accept all people, all ways of life, & all cultures. Maybe that’s why Lucy is such a xenophile; she loves learning new languages & loves to travel. Personality is basically the only aspect of a person that she judges.
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- - - - family, They died when Lucy was 13 and in the seventh grade, but here are their descriptions…
Father – Viggo Tomás Morrison (Architect)
Mother – Emma Evangeline Patrice-Morrison(Stay-at-home Mom)
Younger Brother – Edward William Morrison (3 years younger than Lucy; Current Whereabouts Unknown)
- - - - pets, Minx (Goldfish)
- - - - overall history, Lucy Ophelia Morrison was born on July 18, on a muggy summer morning, as a premature child born 3 months too soon. Lucy was on life support in San Francisco General Hospital as her parents cried for their child, hoping she would not die. Thankfully after a few weeks, baby was declared healthy and was able to go home with her parents. Lucy was the apple of their eye, knowing how far she had come from her disastrous birth. Things really didn’t even change when Lucy was three and her brother, Edward, was born. Her parents loved each child equally, paying special attention to Lucy because her doctor had noted that because she had been a preemie, she could possibly have physical and mental developmental problems.
In the years leading up to puberty, Lucy was trained in as many things as she could be. Her mother sent her to “ladies’ school” when she was five to learn proper manners, such as crossing one’s legs while sitting and standing up straight. Beginning on her seventh birthday, Lucy learned how to play the piano from her mother, who had been playing since she was thirteen. Lucy even dabbled in tennis when she was ten and was quite good, before her mother persuaded her to stop when she got braces because she didn’t want Lucy to get her teeth knocked out by a wayward ball or racquet. All in all, Lucy was growing up to be a talented, healthy young woman, making her formerly concerned parents proud.
Tragedy struck was Lucy was thirteen. She was in the seventh grade and was walking home from school when she noticed police cars and yellow tape surrounding her simple suburban house. Rushing to see what was the matter, she found her younger brother weeping in the arms of a police officer as she was told that her parents had been murdered: her mother hung by a noose in the basement and her father shot multiple times. It was found to be a random act of violence, not a crime committed by a serial killer. That was when Lucy’s perfection hit a snag.
The police had promised the kids that they would hunt down the murderer, but they never found him or her (and to this day are still searching). Immediately after the funeral services for her parents, Lucy and Edward were separated to live in different foster homes. Edward was sent to Napa Valley, California, where he would reside with a family of 4, while Lucy was sent to Redondo Beach, California to live with a young couple: Sienna & Nate.
Despite the awkward situation at first, Lucy adjusted to life as an only child with young, lax parents very well. Her academics, having been dropped in the wake of the family tragedy, shot right back up & Lucy seemed like she was happy. That was until Lucy’s sixteenth birthday. Sienna and Nate had hosted her sweet sixteen party at their house and were cleaning up. Sienna, completely worn out from the day’s work, had retired to bed early, still in her party dress and make-up. That left Nate and Lucy to the cleaning up.
Lucy distinctly remembers this night. It was close to one in the morning and she was bending over behind the couch to pick up some fallen streamers, when Nate bent over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “Happy birthday, Lucy,” As he spoke, Lucy felt a chill run down her spine. Turning to face him, she gave a soft smile, thanking him as she tried to move around him to go clean up around the coffee table. Grabbing the crook of her arm firmly, Nate grinned as he spoke, “So, sixteen… You’re a young woman now.” “I-I guess so,” She shakily answered, her eyes showing her confusion and fear.
“I know so,” Nate took his free hand and placed it on the small of her back, drawing her close to him. “Dad, I-“ Lucy’s frantic voice was cut off by Nate’s hand tightly placed over her mouth. “Not a word,” He hissed, “I have the knife that we used to cut your birthday cake handy. One false move or sound, and it’s over.” Tears sprang to her eyes as Nate pressed his lips to her neck and began the dirty deed.
After that night, Lucy still stayed with Sienna & Nate. She did not know why she did it, but at any rate she did. Sienna never found out, Lucy never told a soul, and Nate never made any advances towards Lucy again. However, one thing that changed after that fateful act was Lucy’s outlook on life. Her grades began to fail, she began to take drugs and drink, she began to ditch school, and there would be nights when she would not even come home. When she was at home, she would blare her stereo so loud that the neighbors would come banging on the front door threatening to call the cops if the music did not stop.
About four months after the incident and four months of being rebellious, Lucy had too much to drink and too many drugs in her system and had an overdose. This time, she was at the local park and was found foaming at the mouth by a homeless person, who had then alerted someone nearby who had possession of a cell phone. The only thing that Lucy remembers is waking up in the hospital, Sienna teary-eyed and Nate as stoic as ever. The morning that Lucy was released, she had a huge fight with Sienna & Nate (mainly Sienna) when they returned home. Sienna bawled and said that she was disappointed and did not know what had gotten into her daughter and Sienna hollered that she should ask her dear husband that same question.
Not comprehending the message, Sienna forced Lucy into rehab. After a week in that horrid place, Lucy was released and never returned home. She wrote
a goodbye letter to Sienna (not addressing Nate) and said that she had run away to Alaska and that she would take residence with a family of polar bears, leaving the letter on their front porch.
But of course, Lucy had not gone to Alaska. She had gone to Los Angeles and taken up residence with a photographer by the name of Alexa, a mere twenty years old and four years Lucy’s senior. Alexa did not force Lucy to go to school but simply asked her to help her out on the job. This was how Lucy discovered her passion and by the age of eighteen Lucy hit it big by becoming the exclusive photographer for the band, Kill the Lights. Besides her parents, Alexa played one of the biggest roles in Lucy’s life by helping shape the young woman that she is today. It was also a plus that Alexa was lenient, letting Lucy smoke and drink (at least out of sight of police). Besides that, Alexa shaped Lucy into an independent, vegan, aggressive, feminist photographer and Lucy is eternally grateful for her kindness.
- - - - rp sample, Lucy staggered into the studio, hungover from last night’s after party. She had taken at least five Advils but the pain and nausea would not subsist. But, she had a job to do today. Lucy’s mouth formed into a grimace as she heard an ambulance pass by on the outside street, the loud sirens irritating her as she jammed her fingers into her ears to stop to sound and the pain. Her eyes narrowed and she couldn’t help but glare at the emergency vehicle as it passed by the large window of her studio, and for that matter glaring at anything else that made loud noises, such as a car driving by with it’s ghettoblaster blaring the latest Snoop Dogg single at top volume.
Running a hand through her brunette bedhead to tousle it even more, she checked her cracked, studded wristwatch. The band should be here by now. But of course when they said that they would be here at eight in the morning, they really meant about ten, maybe eleven. Sometimes even noon. Typical rockstars. Maybe they were sleeping off their hangovers from the after party while Lucy had staggered through her morning. She felt like shit: she had gotten home at four in the morning drunk as a louse and had knocked out almost immediately (which meant that she had gotten only about three hours of sleep before her alarm rang at seven o’ clock sharp), she had not had a shower since yesterday morning, her make-up had never been washed off of her face (her eyeliner slightly smeared), and she had not had a proper meal since about seven o’ clock the night before. Unless you count her morning coffee.
Hating life at the moment, Lucy dropped her handbag straight to the floor and had turned to leave the workplace. Pushing the studio doors open, she sauntered outside in her hoodie and sweats and into a nearby alley. Lucy shuffled over to a brick wall, leaning her head back and taking a breather. Her expression soured even more, if that was possible. The alley positively reeked of dumpster trash and urine. No matter, she thought. The smell would go away with the right repellant. Reaching into a pocket of her sweatpants, Lucy pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Deftly swiping a ciggy from the pack, she stowed the carton back into her pocket and proceeded to light the cancer stick.
The first inhale and puff were pure bliss. Of course, her head still pounded from her hangover, but smoking always tended to clear things up quite a bit. She leaned her head back against the brick wall, a soft smile playing on her lips before bringing the ciggy back for another puff. Lucy had been right; the disgusting smell of the alley had been replaced by the sweet smell of tobacco. Just what the doctor ordered.[/ul][/ul]
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