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Lucy Quaid

Minor WIP, please dont accept yet things will probably be changing.

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a character in “St Augustine.”, as played by SabrΓ­at

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" Keep holding on
When my brain's tickin' like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts have come
Again to get me
Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along mocking bird
You don't affect me "
- Jonathon Davis||KoRn





Occupation: Bar maid Image

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Nicknames: She usually prefers to just be called Lucy. But when she was younger (and I do mean at the very beginning of her life, before the immortality mess) she was/is (sometimes still) called Luly... (since she couldn't pronounce her C's when she was young and introduced herself this way.)

"Time takes us all
So why am I not just living for today
Time takes us, Time takes us all
Will I die right now, I'm only seconds away
Time takes us all."
- Bert McCracken||The Used






Height: 5'7" Image

Build: Tall and athletic, not very muscular though.

Hair Colour: Dark Brunette.

Eye Colour: Light Blue.

Scars?: A rather large circular bite scar on her left forearm, where she was bitten by a stray dog when she was a kid.

A small, but visible scar on her lower lip from chewing it too hard one day and biting through.

Brief written description: (WIP)

"Am I just floating around in this moment of time and space?
It makes me wonder.
A state of mind cause I'm just fading away
And my head is lost up in the satellites
I'm so far and gone to ever get it right
Through unseeing eyes, day dreaming again

Eternity is seemingly an endless waiting.
Lost in forever
Eternally, a limitless time it's never ending
I'm lost in forever"
- Sonny Sandoval||P.O.D






Skills:
A talented socialite with communication skills far beyond what most people like to think she has.

Known for her handy-work with a thread and needle; though she uses her skills mostly to patch up worn old clothes.

She may not be able to sing with the voice of an angel, but she is well practiced in crafting the lyrics to songs. As well as various other mediums of literature, poems, short stories, and ramblings of her daily life.

Quite skilled at balancing many objects in her hands at once. Perhaps one of the few like able skills gained from her line of work.

Seems to know just what buttons to push to get her way. And she isn't afraid to push them.

Quirks:

Rapid eye-movement when talking, and never making eye contact. She can also never focus on one sole object in a room but must take in every detail. This often gives her the look of someone shifty, and makes others afraid to trust her.

When in deep thought will stare into the distance for what seems to be a long stretch of time.

Has a habit of chewing then inside of her lip until its bloody. Generally she only does this when she's nervous, or worrying over something.

Has a tick of twitching her left hand when its unoccupied. She thinks it may be caused from some sort of nerve damage in that arm, from getting bitten by a dog when she was young.

Likes:

Writing
Silence
Peaceful Situations
Reading
Most Animals
Her job
Talking
Spiders
Thunderstorms
Jogging
Playing games
Persuasion
Being accepted


Dislikes:

Crowds
Being an outcast
Pity
Name-calling
Unnecessary Violence
The idea of 'True Love'
Dogs
Bad smells
Cold food
Cold weather
Cold anything actually....
The Sacrifices
When someone states an obvious fact
Bragging
Excuses

Fears:
Dying...Mortality...Even if she wants things to change she will always have this fear tucked into her heart.

Change in her life, sudden or otherwise she cannot handle it.

The possibility of the town turning against her/being outcasted.

Written description:
{Friendly, Mimic, Talkative, Self Destructive, Charming.}

(WIP)

Feelings on the sacrifices: She is rather neutral to the sacrifices, only ever leaning this way or that when talked to directly about it. As is true of her over all personality she molds her own beliefs around the beliefs of others present in that moment. At least thats what she wants anyone else to think. Inside she is truly and deeply perturbed by the sacrifices but does not want to admit it aloud.

"Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted"
- Matthew Bellamy||Muse





Family: Fiona Quaid (Mother) Unknown/Stuart Douglas (Father) Unknown/Lydia and Eliza Douglas (Half Sisters)

History: (w
WIP)

Theme Song :
Aerials|| System Of A Down
Life is a waterfall
Were one in the river
And one again after the fall

Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves but we find it all

'Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay

And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose

Aerials in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life

Life is a waterfall
We drink from the river
Then we turn around and put up our walls

Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves but we find it all

'Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay

We are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose

Aerials in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life

Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes
Eternal prize

Aerials in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life

Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes
Eternal prize



So begins...

Lucy Quaid's Story