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Lucien Stafford

"There's nothing more frustrating in this world than human instinct."

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a character in “Safe Harbor”, as played by AmeliaIsGhostly

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LUCIEN STAFFORD
"If human beings were shown what they're really like, they'd either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves." - Aldous Huxley

The Room Where You Sleep || Dead Man's Bones
Special Death || Mirah
There Goes My Baby || The Drifters


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N A M E
      Lucien J. Stafford

N I C K N A M E ( S )
      Luci

R O L E
      The Antagonist

G E N D E R
      Male

A G E
      Nineteen

B I R T H D A Y
      April 5th

S E X U A L I T Y
      Bisexual

M A R I T A L.......................................................S T A T U S
      Single


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โ€œWe are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.โ€
-Oscar Wilde

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H A I R
      Naturally brunette hair he often dyes blonde.

E Y E S
      Translucent ice blue.

S K I N
      Pale

H E I G H T
      5'11"

W E I G H T
      155 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
      French and Swedish origins. Born in America.

O T H E R
      Lucien has various markings and scars ranging from small to large all over his body. He also has small tattoo of a pipe on the left side of his chest.


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"Man's unique agony as a species consists in his perpetual conflict between the desire to stand out and the need to blend in."
-Sydney J. Harris

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xxxโœฆ Charming โœง Manipulative โœฆ Leader โœง Impulsive โœฆ Cynical โœง
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      You hate to love him, but you just do. Lucien is what someone would call devilishly charming. Seriously. Thatโ€™s probably the one single best way to describe him- and if someone else describes someone else that way? Well too damn bad. Lucienโ€™s got them beat out for the number one spot. Heโ€™s got a sort of mature wit to him and an air that just breathes a leadership like quality. People are just naturally drawn to him, and no one quite knows why. If you were to describe Lucienโ€™s personality to anyone on the street, a cynical like character with a dedicated and stubborn view of the world, whoโ€™s also a creature of immense habit, they probably wouldnโ€™t understand the appeal.

      Heโ€™s an tremendous flirt, thatโ€™s a given and one of the first things people learn about him, yet itโ€™s something that one grows to get used too. Despite that however, Lucien also has the slick ability to make you feel as minuscule as an ant. He can target weaknesses and manipulate them to get what he wants. Heโ€™s a the best ally and friend someone could have, but also the greatest enemy one can have under their belts. He can get himself out of almost any dangerous or serious situation as his words speak louder then his actions. He has opinions on everything, and he will never be swayed away from them. He has a fear of being wrong and really no one, not even himself, knows why. He has to prove that heโ€™s right, and if he isnโ€™t, well heโ€™d do anything to make it so he was. This isnโ€™t to say he wouldnโ€™t admit defeat however, he likes to keep the peace. Just know heโ€™s lying if he so easily gives up on a good fight. He really can come off as a calm and laid back person, almost eerily so, but he holds a resentment within himself that could blow up at any given moment. Heโ€™s got impulsive emotions and he acts on them as he pleases.

      Lucien can make you feel like the only important person in the world. He's very attentive, and learns peoples quirks and tell tale signs very fast. It's easy to feel like you've known him a whole lifetime. He often divulges in other peoples interests, making himself relatable in any way he can.

      Now, one may wonder after hearing all this, how come people so quickly follow this persons lead, why do people befriend and trust him so very easily? Well, itโ€™s just because heโ€™s got such a different perspective that one canโ€™t help but be intrigued. He leaves an impression on everyone he meets, and while you might not like the guy, you just simply can never forget him.

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โ€œWhen the Gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.โ€
- Oscar Wilde

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L I K E S
      โœฆOld Classic Literature - Lucien is a fan of many books, but classics are his favourite. The writing style and detail is something he finds missing in literature now a days. He also loves the time era's its set in, everything seemed much simpler to what he'd experienced so far in his own few years.
      โœงCigarettes - He's a very occasional smoker. He smokes simply when he's nervous, or if he feels troubled. Its his form of self medication.
      โœฆPhilosophy and Reason -He believes there has to be reason to everything, or else, what's the point? Everyone should have something to live by and have some form of opinion on why they are living.
      โœงWit - If someone has a subtly funny sense of humour but doesn't flaunt it, chances are, Lucien will take to you.
      โœฆPiano -He's been playing since he was young, and is very skilled it it. He knows almost every Debussy piece by memory.
      โœงControl - Lucien needs to feel in control of situations all the time. If he's not, everything seems thrown off course to him and sets him off.

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D I S L I K E S
      โœฆIgnorance - Whoever said ignorance is bliss is absolutely ignorant themselves. Lucien likes to know of every situation and its repercussions, he doesn't want to live in a blind happiness completely unaware.
      โœงDishonestly - The one thing Lucien is not, is dishonest. He expects the same from others.
      โœฆHelplessness - Because of his needs to constantly feel in control, his short fuse blows whenever there comes a situation in which he can't do anything about. Its scary to him, however he'd never admit that fact.
      โœงHuman Kind - They're all corrupt one way or another. All ignorant.
      โœฆCountry Music -He's not a country bumpkin type of guy.
      โœงSweet foods - It's way too much for him, and makes him feel sick.
      โœฆDuty and Expectations - Lucien does not like having a sense of duty towards something. He likes to live by his own free terms, and when he feel something is expected of him, he believes it to be useless pressure and stress. Everyone gets less hurt in the long run if they just stop expecting things of him.

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S T R E N G T H S
      โœฆLeadership - Even before his turn of opinion, Lucien was always the type of person who easily slipped into a leadership role. It's of no surprise considering his passionate nature.
      โœงManipulative - He can be very... convincing. He twists peoples words so they match his own, making everyone question their own beliefs and own reasonings.
      โœฆCharming - It's hard not the be charmed by this boy, even after witnessing his more out lashed reactions. Its a genuine charm, and one that could almost make you forget his pasts sins.
      โœงKind - However hard it is to believe now, Lucien was always one of the kindest most caring persons one could come across. If he likes a person and accepts them into his inner circle, he would do most anything for that person, would always be there for them.
F L A W S
      โœฆUntrusting - His cynicism leads him to many complicated relationships. He's constantly afraid of being let go, so to say, so he doesn't let many people in very often. Not fully at least.
      โœงCynical - He believes most everyone only acts upon selfishness, that no person is of true human sincerity or integrity.
      โœฆShort Temper - If something doesn't go his way or slips out of his hands, his temper can sky rocket to scary levels, where Lucien himself barley has any control over his own actions.
      โœงEmotionally Unstable - He's experienced so much traums and guilt in his life that it will follow him wherever he goes, so his emotions run rampant a lot of the time.
Q U I R K S
      โœฆSmoking - When his emotions are too high, he self medicates with cigarettes. However, not terribly often.
      โœงLip Biting - If something has peaked Lucien's full attention, and he's so fully focused on something, he bites his lip absentmindedly. He has no awareness he's doing it.
      โœฆWhistling - If he's happy and working on something, he will whistle under his breath lightly, also completely unaware of it.

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P O W E R ( S )
      Power Mimicry - The ability to borrow another persons power energy and manifest it as his own.

      He can connect his own power energy with another persons, therefore, borrowing it for his own will. If Lucien was to ever kill another supernatural, he would then gain their powers as his own.

      Powers he's currently gained are:

    • Mammal Manipulation
      Users can control various mammalians. They control them to do their bidding like, help them during situations, use them against foes, use them to see locations and get information about a particular place, use them for battle, use them for spying on others.

    • Telekinesis
      User can influence/manipulate/move objects/matter with their mind.

      While manifesting a persons power, they themselves will still be able to control it as their own. Lucien, if manifesting a power for the first few times, will have no control set up for himself. It will essentially be starting at square one. He has the learn it.

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"Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?"
- Epicurus

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      Lucien had lived in ignorance, or so he liked to see it. Its hard to know your an ability user when one has a power such as Lucienโ€™s, and because of it, he a led a fairly normal life. That was up until he was around ten years old.

      His mother died shortly after his birth, having contracted a nasty case of phenomena that she just couldnโ€™t fight off. She was supposed to be a single mother as his father wasnโ€™t intended to be apart of his life at all. He was a French man his mother had met on vacation and they had only a short fling together, simply intended on going their separate ways afterwards. There was a short discussion as to who Lucien should live with, ether he could be sent to France to his reluctant to accept father, or he could go to one of his mothers relatives. They chose the second option, so Lucien shipped off to Colorado to live with his grandmother. Everything went as planned and everything was as normal as could be up until he turned four. His father out of the blue contacted the family, stating he was moving over to New Hampshire and would like to have Lucien come live with him from that point on. His dad, who was named Jack Cotรฉ, was some sort of scientist or researcher, and an opportunity came up for him to work at a new institute in America that he couldโ€™t pass up. His father was always very secretive of his work, but Lucien barley ever payed attention to it. His only problems in life was school work and trying to decipher his dads heavy French accent in the early morning and in the late of night, as that was the only time the boy ever tended to see him. He always worked.

      When he was ten, the faithful โ€˜Bring Your Kid to Work Dayโ€™ rolled upon, and Lucien had to practically beg his father for him to take him. He pulled many guilt trips cards, saying if he didnโ€™t go heโ€™d fail the assignment, that he never spent enough time with him, that maybe he was embarrassed of the boy. His father finally caved in, saying he could stick around his office all day and play on the computer and he would help him fill out the parts of the worksheet later. Lucien was content with that, up until the two hour point into the ten hour work day. His father had left him to go to a meeting, and so Lucien decided to explore the grounds a little bit. It wasnโ€™t the most big of institutions, and he still had no idea exactly what his father was researching. He said it was to do with some sort of disease control, and that he shouldnโ€™t go off on his own because there was some dangerous materials in the facility, but he figured he was a careful enough kid. So there he set off, still small enough to slip by people without them really noticing.

      Turned out, he slipped into the wrong area. Coming across a blocked off wing in the institute, he watched from behind the corner as one of the lab assistants pressed the password into the keypad. He learned it pretty quickly, and after a couple minutes slipped by, he scurried to the door and pressed the number combo and sprang the door open. Slipping by, he tried his best to block his face from the multiple security cameras, but it would have been odd to see any young kid roaming the hall, so before he could do much but walk past doors, he was found and apprehended.

      But something happened when he was.

      In an attempt to fight the guard off and keep running down the strange and practically isolated wing of the lab, he pushed him away. Not with his hands, however, but with his mind. He didnโ€™t quite know how it happened, but he took the opportunity anyways to continue on his special tour in a sprint. He was caught pretty fast again, this time three guards coming to meet him. Another oddity happened as Lucien tried to fight him off, this time when he touched him a current of electricity shot up on of their arms, but before he could really react, they stuck a needle in the young ten year olds neck, and Lucien blacked out.

      He woke up strapped to a table, his father in a lab coat surrounded by his fellow employees standing over him. Long story short, the institution was one that specialized in kids with special abilities, which he just so happened to find out he had as well. It took a long time for them to figure out the mystery that was Lucien, as they figure he had a weird mix of powers as before he had used Telekinesis and electrical manipulation. After some time of harsh tests and emotional abuse to Lucien who cried for months on end telling them over and over again that he had no idea what they were even going on about, they put two and two together that the doors he happened to be standing out side of when the two incidents occurred were kids with the same powers he had used. After awhile of isolation on his part, he came face to face with each of the institutions โ€œlab experimentsโ€, who were kids that ranged from younger then him, to ones in their later teens and early adult years, and somehow they figured out he was able to bower their powers and use them as his own. This is when, at the age of ten, he figured out he had the ability to mimic others powers when borrowing energy. This was also when he was admitted to the institution by his own father, who would spend years and years harshly testing on him to the point of near death, without even so much as batting an eye. He had become one of their experiments, who went through the same emotional and physical abuse along with the other twenty test subjects in the same building. During his sixteen years in captivity, heโ€™d made countless friends amongst those like him, and lost them just the same as the testing sent the to their deaths. When he trend sixteen, he couldnโ€™t handle it anymore, and devised a plan to break out with the remaining kids. Collectively using one anthers powers, they almost made it, but they didnโ€™t think that the institute would do what they did, never in a million years.

      Turns out, they were prepared for this, and decided that it was more important to set flame to the entire building then to let those supernatural kids escape. It was their code red, and barley anyone made it out alive. Lucien could remember this clearly. The fires started in the kidsโ€™ wing, and half of everyone there was able to push themselves out of it freely, but no one made it past the main floor of the building. Things began to crash down, even the lab workers didnโ€™t have time to evacuate the emergency situation. Lucien and his other friend, Adam, where the only supernatural kids left, and they were so close to making it out together. The got to the main entrance, but just as they rounded the corner, another sudden burst of flame caused a pillar to come toppling down on Lucienโ€™s friend, causing him to be stuck an injured, unable to move as the impending flame burned towards them. In a rush decision, made by the plea of Adam that he would rather be killed by him then burned alive, Lucien mercy killed his friend after a long and almost deadly hesitation to himself, and it was only after he got out and escaped far enough that the remaining lab workers wouldnโ€™t find him that he realized he had somehow gained his friend Adamโ€™s ability. The ability to manipulate mammals at his will.

      A lot happened in the year the followed that. He tried to survive on his own, with little money to do so. He went around the country, taking shelter in abandoned places as he did. At one point, he felt so hopeless that he wanted to end it all. For it to just stop. There, in the little town he currently squatted in at Maine, he went to the sea intending to immerse himself in water never to come back up. But there, he met a girl, sitting at the rocks who clearly herself was struggling was with something, but that wasnโ€™t enough to stop him from his current plan. What was, however, was when she suddenly blurted out, โ€œyouโ€™re one of us!โ€ wide eyed, and almost as shocked as he was. Turns out, the girl who's name was Winter, was a mind reader, and he had stumbled across the supernatural kids gold mine, a home filled with kids like him. A safe home. So there he resided, surrounded by comfort by those he felt similar too, to those he felt accepted by. He truly loved all of them, but his mood shifted six months into his stay. It was when he found out his father was still alive, and he had started up another one of his sick institutions. If that wasnโ€™t bad enough, it was called the L.James institution. As in Lucien James Stafford. He felt sick to his stomach, not only could he not wrap around the sick nature of his father, he simply just didnโ€™t understand. Didnโ€™t understand how any normal human could do this to another person. But then he figured it out. Lucien wasn't a normal person. Winter wasnโ€™t. Chad wasnโ€™t. the god damn twins werenโ€™t. No, they were better, they were stronger. And he was going to fight back. He was going to make them realize that they were all superior to those who were weak.

      So, there he went out, trying to find more supernatural kids on his own, intending to pitch the idea to those in the harbour when he had enough backing. The idea was simple, to stop any human, like his dad, who started institutions or intended to hurt people of his kind. But it wouldnโ€™t stop there, no, heโ€™d do anything until it was any human in the god forsaken institutes, until they were the ones being tortured. Except something happened one night. He had a good backing so far, people spread out pretty far, but there was one person heโ€™d been tracking for awhile, but he never intended for them to fight back. He also never intended for the twins to get involved in the whole spectacle, and to be targeted by others. In a rush decision, he used the twins powers to kill the person who was the threat in front of him, and without a second thought, ran his way back home, going forward with his plan a little quicker then usual. There, he informed Winter and Chad and all those in the house of what he was doing, but he couldnโ€™t think straight. Everything came out blurry, and before he knew what was happening, Chad and him were fighting and in an instinct, he lashed out at the threat with the one weapon he had, and ended up stabbing the last person he ever meant to. Winter. It had all become too much in that moment, so he ran away from his home, and his life changed. He gained that one supernaturals powers of telekinesis, and banded together the group he had then, and had been collecting people on his side ever since.

      All hoping one day, he could get that harbor back on his side.

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โ€œIn writing, you must kill all your darlings.โ€
- Williams Faulkner

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You Always Hurt The One You Love /|\ The Mills Brothers
      You always hurt the one you love
      The one you shouldn't hurt at all
      You always take the sweetest rose
      And crush it till the petals fall
      You always break the kindest heart
      With a hasty word you can't recall
      So If I broke your heart last night
      It's because I love you most of all


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F A C E C L A I M: Dane Dehaan


C O P Y R I G H T

Character Sheet By : AmeliaIsGhostly
Inspired By : The Toxic Cereus
Filled Out By : AmeliaIsGhostly


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So begins...

Lucien Stafford's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Lucien Stafford Character Portrait: Robin Lewis Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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It was early in the morning when Chad woke up and he was seemingly the only early riser in the house. He stirred very quietly, going down the stairs and opened the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of orange juice before going back upstairs and sitting on the edge of his bed now. His eyes peered towards the outside of his window as he saw the shed that him and Winter stored some boxes along with furniture. It's been awhile since Chad had been out there and knew that it probably needed some attention. He placed on nothing more than a plain blue t-shirt, along with a pair of gray sweatpants and tennis shoes.

While he tried not to wake anyone else up in the house, he walked on the tip of his toes and went out back of the house. Chad reached up and turned the knob, opening the door and looking at the slight mess that had been revealed behind door number one. With a slight sigh, he stepped right into the shed and instead of rearranging things around, of course he went through some of the boxes. His eyes caught a slight glance of Winter's paintings as he looked behind him to make sure she wasn't approaching because the last time he touched one of her paintings, it didn't end well for him.

Chad reached down and picked one of them up, studying the technique displayed in all of her paintings. She was an excellent artist and damn sure didn't need no one to tell her that. After reviewing a few more paintings, he noticed an untouched box and arched a brow as he placed Winter's painting back down gently and walked over to the box, opening it. It was a box filled with Lucien's belongings. Honestly after everything that had went down, Chad missed Lucien a little bit because they was once friends. But after everything else that had happened, their friendship turned them into bitter enemies.

But still, Chad was sad about how Lucien left and it showed. The once pretty and sunny sky turned dark with soft rumbles of thunder and swirling winds. The only person that knew what was happening had to be Winter. She knew about Chad's ability more than anyone. Chad dropped Lucien's things back into the box and instantly throw it to the side. He stopped feeling sad and the sun came back out to play and reveal it's rays upon the Earth.

After spending about a hour straightening up the shed, he feels like he had been away from the house for too long now and knew that everyone had to be up by now. He exited the shed and closed the door behind him then making his trek back to the house, seeing Winter leaned against the counter with only one shoe. "Uhm, hi, Winter." Chad tried his best not to stare down at her awkwardness moment right now. He hugged Winter close then eyed Aiden, the new addition to the house and Danny.

"Hello there, Aiden. Hope you didn't have any trouble finding the house." Chad said while changing his glance from Aiden to Danny. "How are you doing this morning, Danny? Teleport anywhere interesting lately?" Chad asked with a slight snicker then turned his eyes back towards Winter. After a brief moment, he looked and saw the twins of the house and didn't say anything but simply nodded towards them. "I hope no one noticed the slight change in the weather a few moments ago." Chad looked over towards Winter with a wink, chuckling as he raised a brow. "Where are the other two ladies of the house, Valerie and Scarlett?"

With the shrug of his shoulders, he eyed everyone that was present in the kitchen. "So, anyone up for some breakfast? Lunch?" He asked while rummaging through the cabinet for pots and pans, the loud clanging basically filling up the kitchen. "I know, how about brunch? Yeah, I'll make brunch." Chad nodded his head while sitting the pots and pans on the stove and looking for something to cook now. He tapped his chin with his index finger, wondering what would be best for this occasion.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valerie Weiss Character Portrait: Winter Blake Character Portrait: Danny Griffin Character Portrait: Scarlett Van Houten Character Portrait: Aiden Connors Character Portrait: Lucien Stafford Character Portrait: William Lewis Character Portrait: Chad Hughes

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The sky outside looked beautiful today as Scarlett sat outside high up in the tree that was closest to the house. She's been up for a while, silently snuck outside with her sketchbook and climbed up into the tree in order to draw. The early hours seemed to be more relaxing for her even though she wasn't really a morning person but today she had felt different, more laid-back than cranky. Her pencil ran smoothly over the off white colored canvas as it sketched a detailed scenery that she had once saw in a dream of hers. The sketch resembled what looked like a cave, a huge one with vegetation growing all around it.

Her hand kept gently moving across the page making the vines come to life on the paper as she delicately wrapped them around the thin bridge made of stone that stretched from one side of the cave to the other. The trees had merged with the rock and intertwined with them as they stuck out from almost everywhere giving the whole scene an eerie yet familiar feel to Scarlett. Now intrigued on how familiar the picture looked she kept going, she had to finish it now. Next came the wildflowers that resided down under the bridge next to the small stream that flowed into a decent sized body of water inside the cave. In the center of the body of water stood a tree tall and wide bearing the beautiful sight of white petals with only a small fraction of the ceiling removed and crumbled away letting the sun enter so it directly shun on the tree.

Using the eraser Scarlett erased a slight mistake then took a small break. Her head lifted up from her sketchbook and leaned back against the tree with eyes closed as a breeze passed by. Her lungs inflated with the sweet scent of earth and flowers making her body relax with a faint smile upon her lips. A sudden burst of noise caused Scarlett to open her eyes. Blinking a few times her eyes wandered around in front of her before actually looking down and noticing a boy on the ground, wasn't that the new guy? Her eyebrow rose in slight confusion before Winter's silhouette came into view, they began to talk but Scarlett was to high to hear, plus she felt as if she would be invading their privacy if she could hear them. The woman's eyes caught the sight of his flames though which caused a jog in her memory. The lantern! That's right, there was a lantern in my dream.

Inwardly talking to herself Scarlett moved her eyes back down to her paper totally forgetting about the two below her and drew the lantern that she had pictured in her head on the right side of the bridge. Once she finished her gaze swept over the sketch, she took in everything and it looked beautifully eerie to her but something was missing. Tapping the pencil against her chin softly and in a slow rhythmic way Scarlett pondered the question of what was missing. She thought and thought for a couple of minutes and once she got frustrated enough she blew out a sigh, finally giving up for now.

Climbing down a few branches quietly before jumping the rest of the way down Scar landed on her feet, a little wobble but still on her feet. Her head turned slightly around to check if the two behind her noticed her before slightly jogging back inside through the front door and into the kitchen where she was met with the rest of her friends. "Hey there" she smiled and softly waved before pushing up her glasses and settling her sketchbook along with the pencil on the table.