"It's out of date, but that's what you get when your grandmother names you." Lucretia Anne Wavely
Nickname:
"I don't care really." Lucretia doesn't mind nicknames. When shortening her name, some call her Lou and others say Lulu. If you'd like to give her something more original, she'll accept it happily, but, if you're one for pet names such as babe or baby, you should know there's no better way to piss her off than to give her a generic name used by everyone. The more a word is used, the more it loses it's meaning.
Age:
"Too young to do anything good without breaking some silly law." 17 yearsold
Birthdate:
"I was a winter baby. Maybe that's why they call me cold." January 7th
Where you are from:
"No where interesting." New York City, New York, USA
Description:
"Why don't you take a picture. It'll last longer." Being Dhampir, Lou is very beautiful. She has luminescent white skin, extremely pale, but not washed-out or ill looking. More like smooth, icy, white, perfection. Her hair is deep black, that lays in glossy, soft ringlets, swishing down to her hips. Typically, she tosses her bangs up and to the side, creating a wind swept curls look, but sometimes she just lets them lay, sweeping gently across her forehead to the right. In some lights, one can almost see an iridescent shimmer to her hair, a play of lustrous, changing colors. Framed by this strange set of locks, Lucretia has a very delicate looking face, with a dainty chin, small, nose, defined jaw, thin, perfectly shaped black eyebrows, and bright lips, often painted in blood red or rose pink lipstick. Under thick black eyelashes, she has a pair of captivating heterochormatic eyes.
For body type, Lou is a lithe little thing, with a small frame and delicate structure. Her clothes are often tailored to fit her perfectly and reveal as much as possible without seeming desperate for attention. She likes to wear anything that draws the eye to her best features. Down to her make up, Lucretia prides herself on perfection.
As for body art, Lucretia has cartilage piercings piercings in her right ear, as well as three earlobe piercing in both ears. For tattoos, she has a flower design on her left shoulder, and two bird shaped ones on her hips. Typically, she hides her tattoos, slightly embarrassed of them, but sometimes she'll let them show.
"Before you piss me off, you better remember that I'm the one that's supposed to be protecting your ass." Dhampir
Royal Partner:
"It doesn't matter who I get, it's my job and you can bet I'll do it to the best of my ability." TBA
Roomate:
"Just let me have my space and we wont have any problems. K'?" TBA
Personality:
Manipulating [muh-nip-yuh-leyt-ing]
noun
1. To manage or influence skillfully, especially in an unfair manner: to manipulate people's feelings.
2. To handle, manage, or use, especially with skill, in some process of treatment or performance
3. To adapt or change to suit one's purpose or advantage.
"Haven't you heard? I'm the school slut." Lucretia is extremely self-preservant. She puts her own self preservation before everything and everyone, not caring who she has to knock down in her way, the lies she has to come up with, or the hearts she has to break to get what she wants, or to keep herself safe. Some would say she's ruthless, or emotionless, but this is far from the truth. She is actually very troubled. Her past makes life hard for her, and keeps her from growing close to anyone, for, ever since she was born she's been forced to believe that she's cursed to bring pain to those she cares about. . She tries her best to do right by people, but she has a hard time trusting.
Years ago, Lulu swore off all emotion, promising herself she'd be a ruthless bitch for the rest of her eternity on earth, looking out solely for number one. She's locked up tighter than a vault, and, though it is possible to crack her code, most people don't even attempt it. She's had a rough life, but she makes the most of it. That's what she does. Makes the most out of terrible situations. Her solutions may not be the best in the long run, leading to more suppressed feelings than anything else, but she'll do anything for a quick fix.
Her need for the attention and love that her family never gave her has turned her into the "school slut." Though she's secluded and prefers to throw herself in her training rather than attend a social event, she is all up for a one-nighter. She's a potent mix of pain and passion, as well as severly misunderstood. She's not the bad guy, though many think she is, she's merely trying to protect her emotions. She throws herself into her job, training hard and working to someday kill for her charge.
Though she swears off all emotion, Lou is a wild mix of confused feelings all wrapped up in a pretty package, in desperate need of help and guidance, but too prideful to accept it if offered. She does what she wants, when she wants to. No questions asked. The way she has the world figured, she has one life to live, so she might as well try to make the best of it and move on. So far, her life hasn't killed her, merely made her stronger. Should you get to know her, she makes a drastic change, opening up. All she wants is a real friend.
In all, some call her cold, some call her a slut, and some say she would make the perfect Strigoi. When, in reality, all she needs a little bit of TLC. Someone who's persistent enough to stick around, even when she tries to shove them away.
"You baby."
✔ Touching
✔ Kissing
✔ Boys
✔ Feeling needed
✔ Feeling important
✔ People who understand her
✔ Power
✔ Being left alone when she wants to be
✔ Quiet
✔ Her job
✔ Having the upper hand
✔ Getting what she wants
✔ Attention
✔ Praise
✔ Succeeding
Dislikes:
"F you."
✘ Being told what to do
✘ Being used
✘ Whiny people
✘ Annoying people
✘ Killing, though she has to sometimes for her job
✘ Clingy people
✘ Feeling restrained
✘ Strigoi
✘ Losing
✘ People who ask too many questions
✘ Being looked down on
✘ When people think she's not good enough
✘ Loneliness, though she secludes herself
"I don't need your sympathy baby, just your love." Lou's life is a sad count of dead bodies. Since she was born, she's always had the worst of luck. Like most of her species, her father left before she was ever born, leaving her pregnant mother alone. Her mother died in labor, and Lou was given to her 90 year-old grandmother. Whenever Lou would ask about her parents, her grandmother simply replied: "Your mother was a whore that couldn't keep her legs closed and your father was a coward who ran off and became Strigoi right after you were born." And that was the only insight she ever got on them. She'd always had this weird fantasy in her head. That one day her father would come and save her from her strict, mean, grandmother's house and that he was good. Not evil like her grandmother said.
So she held fast to it for eight years, when, ten days after her 8th birthday, her grandmother died suddenly in her sleep. Alone, Lou was passed from family member to family member. None of them wanted her truly. They all had their own lives and their own families. She was just an intruder. So, at ten, she was put up for adoption in the local orphanage.
But it was here that she met a boy. His bunk was next to hers and, though the place was rough and dingy, he made the dismal little prison seem okay. She fell in love with him, and he in love with her. At sixteen, they planned to break out of the orphanage together. They managed to get to the outskirts of New York before being stopped by two Strigoi in an alley they'd planned to sleep in.
"Lulu. Is that you?" One of the men clucked, his tongue tsking against his cheek, when he spotted her traveling companion. "Don't rely on people so much dearie." Lucretia had never seen the man in her life, and realized who it had to be. Her father. His friend lifted Jacob into the air by the throat, pushing him against a wall. Her father flashed a wicked smile at her and flicked his wrist at the man clutching the boy she loved.
In the next second, Jacob lay on the ground, his neck twisted into an impossible position. Blinded by rage, Lou charged the two. She managed to kill her fathers friend, coming away with only a few scars, but her father ran, getting away.
With no where left to go, Lou swore to only care about herself from then on and returned to the orphanage a very different girl. She spent another week there, until, at the end of the summer, she received a letter. St. Vladimir's Academy had heard about her killing of the Strigoi and wanted to take her in on a scholarship. And so, she became the school charity case.
Misc:
"I think I've answered enough of your questions." That's all.
I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.
Is it over yet, in my head?
I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind.
Is it over yet? I can't win.
So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.
[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.
This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.
Is it over yet? Let me in.
So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.
[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.
[Bridge]
I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hating.
[Chorus:]
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.
She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.
She's got a new addiction for every day and night.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
[CHORUS:]
Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color blanca
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca.
Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money
she must've slipped me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne
Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane.
[CHORUS]
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
[CHORUS]
