Lucinda "Lucy" Neste

[Kabukiri]

❁ Lucinda "Lucy" Neste ❁
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• i'm the queen of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown •

❧Outer Musings

Name: Lucinda "Lucy" Neste
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: The first time someone takes a look at Lucy, one never thinks that she’s just a common beggar. The aura around her is that of a true noble — a smiling, charming little princess full of life and vigor. Her eyes seem to constantly be smiling at the world around her, and she’s forever waving at people — strangers even, with an invigorated grin sketched on her delicate features. However, she is not the princess that she claims to be, even though she looks the part. And does she do her best to look the part!

Lucy isn’t very tall, but isn’t very short either, standing at an average height of five feet, eight inches. She’s got a slender body, and it isn’t because she exercises or watches her weight or anything like that, but because food is scarce for a beggar “banished princess” such as herself, and she takes it whenever she can. Because of that, Lucy is extremely light — if you wanted to pick her up and haul her over your shoulder, or maybe punch the lights out of her, you could do so easily. Her skin is a peachy, doughy color — not too pale, but not tanned at all.

When it comes to clothing, Lucy dons herself in the best that she can afford — which isn’t much to begin with. But considering how vain she is, and how important it is to appear as royalty, Lucy puts a good seventy five percent of her “earnings” (or rather, money that charitable people have given her) towards her savings for a new dress or pretty trinket, and the rest goes towards food. That being said, taking into account that the “heiress” is quite charming when she needs to be, over the years, she’s got quite an arrangement of pretty, princess-esque outfits.

She is always found in an elegant dress, usually with bows around her middle and fraying skirts with lace, accompanied by spaghetti straps and a corset-like top to wrap the outfit all up. While she actually despises high heels, Lucy wears them like a pro, hiding them underneath her long dresses. But a princess-style outfit isn’t just complete with the dress, of course!

She wears a few trinkets that she found on her person when she “found herself,” and holds them dear to her heart. A golden cross pendant sits around her neck, as well as a ruby pendant, with a golden chain. She also wears a small crown atop her head, being gold and yellow in color. While Lucy is quite aware she could sell such items for even more money for more dresses, she can’t imagine herself doing so for all the dresses in the world. (Okay, maybe she might, but still!)

Her face is delicate, clear of any blemishes or scars, considering she’s had quite an easy life, for a beggar banished princess. When idle, her face always seems to look pensive, as if she is deep in thought about something, but knowing her, she’s probably just thinking about where to buy more shoes… Her eyes are a bright amethyst, and they dart around from here to there, taking in everything with delight, or bouncing around nervously, lost in the paranoia that she’s built for herself.

Lucy’s hair is a vibrant pink, perhaps one could say it’s the shade of bubblegum. Her locks are long and completely straight, reaching down to her inner thigh. She never puts it up — a princess’ hair should be able to blow in the wind, and be totally carefree, after all. Bangs fall into her face, cropped so that they don’t fall into her eyes at all, but rather, they frame her face, so that everyone can see her unabashed smile. The smile of a beggar, who believes that she’s truly a heiress…

❧Inner Musings

Personality: The first thing you should know about Lucy is that she is most definitely not a princess, and she’s most definitely not an heiress. She’s not royalty or nobility, but she’s convinced that she is. The truth is actually a more complicated matter, made more complicated by her forced amnesia that makes her unable to remember a thing about her home world and who she really is — but the “truth” is unnecessary to a person like Lucy, whose managed to piece together her own past from the remnants of what she can remember.

So, because she thinks she’s a princess, she very much plays the part. The outfit Lucy was in when she “found herself,” was a flowing, elegant gown, so she takes great pride in the clothes that she wears. By the looks of her, you’d never guess that she’s a beggar with no job or income. All of the money she gets from charitable people go towards funding her next expensive dress, all of them which she keeps stashed away in storage closets in inns, locking them up, so that she can access them whenever she wishes. She’s surprisingly vain about her beauty, and would rather go hungry than spend extra money on food when it could be used to fund her latest outfit.

Even though she has no job, barely any money, and is only alive because of hospitable chaps that take her in every night, Lucy does not see herself as a beggar. She honestly believes that she’s an heiress who’s down on her luck and needs help finding her kingdom again. Despite this, Lucy is very charming and grateful to anyone who helps her out — as long as they’re not looking down on her or anything stupid like that. You could call her determined, considering that she’ll go to any lengths to get something she desires, whether it be a bit of coin or a fancy new dress or somewhere she can sleep for the night.

She’s even willing to sleep with someone if it’ll get her what she wants, and while she considers herself higher than a prostitute (much, much higher) she might as well be, on those desperate nights…

Very much like a rock or a donkey (or a donkey superglued to a rock) Lucy is one of those stubborn people who refuses to budge on anything: what she says always goes. It doesn’t matter if you’re older or wiser or how much experience you have in life, because if Lucy says she’s right, then she’s right.

Couple this with a jumpy paranoia and you’ve got someone who’s always on the edge. The “heiress” believes that her old kingdom have sent assassins out to kill her, and anybody could be a suspect… anyone! Granted, sometimes she forgets about this and goes about her merry way without a care in the world, but other times, especially in crowds and uncomfortable places, Lucy genuinely is scared that someone in the crowd could be hiding… waiting to end her life. She’s also acutely OCD — she counts things when bored and needs to have everything nice and neat around her.

But this is only scraping the top of the mug — it is hard to explain, hard to comprehend how lost Lucy’s marbles are. She is incredibly quirky, to the point where one might wonder if she’s high or on something. The “heiress” seems to know nothing about everything, and at sometimes can be compared to a child. Constantly she lands herself in bad situations, and the only thing that is ever important to her is getting back her kingdom… whose name and location she cannot remember.

If there is any redeeming quality to Lucy, it’s her love of religion. She’s not sure why she loves learning about gods and goddesses, be they old myths and legends or traditions that people currently keep, Lucy’s love for theology is one that is outmatched. If you can get her to calm down, you could have a seriously interesting discussion with her about religion, if that sort of thing interests you. When Lucy’s like this, it’s the only time she’s ever seriously passionate about something — truly passionate. It’s then that Lucy is actually the person she used to be — strong, intelligent, and glad to debate you on anything in the subject.

This is the only remnant of her that is left.

❧Musings of the Past

History: [As Lucy starts to regain her memories, the description of her history will become clearer and clearer.]

Even when she thought she knew all the answers, she didn’t. As far as her memory stretched, she could remember this place, where she rested her head every night, but something told her that there had been another. Another place, where she had belonged, and maybe had been sent away from, or snatched away… But answers never came to her back then, and now, answers never will.

She doesn’t remember anything before that day — when she was lined up with a bunch of other girls and was told that she was worthy. Perhaps she came alive that day, she might as well have, because after that, her life had a meaning. A purpose. They told her that they were going to save this world. And they were going to use religion to do it. They were almost done with the process, but… Richelle Cash just had to meet the deadline and give them the information they needed to know. After that, they’d be ready.

So the waiting game began, waiting for that they when they’d be ready. The little girl with bubblegum pink hair spent her time with the other “worthy” girls, girls of different shapes and colors, but were united under the one fact — that they were worthy. They weren’t even sure what it meant, or rather, Lucinda didn’t know what it meant, but she figured no one else did either. But no one really needed to know. It was just something you understood.

They didn’t make them do anything, only suggested that they prepare for the day. That day… when everything would fall into place. So Lucinda and the other Worthy Girls spent most of their time in the library upon their masters’ prodding, picking up books on mythology and religion like miniature theologians, learning, debating… “To make a perfect god,” Lucinda noted. “To make the best god… you need a god that the people can see and touch and feel… and verify…”

Was that how they’d fix the world?

Time passed, years graced them all, and Richelle Cash — whoever she was — did not return with the data. Project Chokehold finally completed at this time, and they figured that they had swiftly taken matters into their own hands. Project Chokehold… the process of turning a human into a god, complete. And so what if their little scout had went and gotten herself lost (or worse, betrayed them) who needed her! They had their own god… and he’d help bring this planet out of the dark abyss that they drove it into.

Out of the worthy girls, they chose Lucinda’s best friend to be their prophet — an ambitious brunette with a fiery determination burning inside, who saw nothing but good in Project Chokehold. It would be she, alone, who would spread the god’s teachings.

But Lucinda at the time was a wise sixteen years of age, and she laughed at their foolishness. “He will remember,” she droned in a bored, matter-of-fact tone. “He will remember all that he was, and he will tear himself apart. Or worse. You cannot make a man into an immortal.”

“We did,” her best friend hissed, as all of her bodyguards turned to face the self-righteous Lucinda. “We have! What, do you feel pity for him?”

“I feel pity… for everyone involved in this catastrophe.”

But she did feel pity for the man-turned-mortal, and she knew that she was the only one Worthy would who help. He would start to remember his past… and when he did, he would escape. And she would help.

On a dim night, when he could feel the artificial god stirring to leave, she stole a taser from a sleeping guard and disabled all of the security systems, slowly moving about the castle like a ghost, smiling to herself all the while. It was the least she could do, the only thing she could do… And yet, she was found out anyway.

The Heiress, her best friend, approached her, mouth set in a deep frown. “I thought we were friends, Lucinda. Now look at what it’s come to.” The Heiress placed a hand on Lucinda’s head, and that’s when everything went dark.

Now, she’s here, and she doesn’t remember anything at all. She can’t recall how she helped the artificial god escape, how she was a strong, intelligent young woman, how she was courageous enough to sacrifice everything, just to help a man she’s never talked to escaped. For a while, she spent months and weeks sitting about, trying to put together the pieces that she could remember, but everything came together crooked.

She remembers her name, Luc… Lu-something, Lucy? Right, Lucy! And someone… someone stole something precious to her, right? And she used to live in a castle, a huge, elegant castle… Add that information with the gown she found herself in on the night she was banished (or rather, “the night she found herself) and Lucy is convinced that she’s a princess or heiress whose kingdom or heirloom was stolen from her. Most times she gets her stories mixed up. Most times she wonders why her head hurts so much when she tries to remember…

Home World: A world without a name. A world that's lead to ruin by the people's own greed. There is no green there anymore, and what greenery is left has become national treasures, to step on it would be the definition of treason itself. In order to save their world, the people decided to create a god that would actually help them, but this project, Project Chokehold, was an absolute failure.

❧Out-of-Character

OOC Name: Kiri
How you got here: SotE
Contact: PM, or MSN [[e-mail]]
Other Characters: None, as of yet.

[Nephry]

Accepted! Overall, she sounds like she's very entertaining. The "donkey superglued to a rock" bit was icing on the cake. ^_^