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Lucielle Thorn

"Hell was meant to be crafted, formed through my will, and sent down upon my enemies. Nothing shall stop me."

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a character in “The Catalysts”, as played by Mr. Inkwell

Description

Name: Lucielle Thorn

Nickname: The Ashen Death

Gender: Female

Appearance: Pale skin, red eyes, hair as dark as her soul, and shorter than her patience. Young looking, yet eyes that have seen death, often caused by her own hand. she has a sharp face, accentuated by the ash that seems to almost always cloud around her. She's rather tall and skinny, often looking like a walking skeleton. She has a devilish smile that hides sharp, vicious teeth. Generally she wears an ashen sweatshirt, with a large white skull painted onto the hood. She has a black bag strapped to her back to hold various items. Her shirt is a dark red, matching well with her black jeans. Her skin is covered in ash, providing a sharp contrast to her pale complexion and eyes.

Skills/Abilities: Lucielle has the ability to manipulate fire, that burns nearly everything, leaving only smoke and ash behind. She's able to conjure smoke and ash, blinding enemies, and darkening surroundings. While extremely powerful and quick, she burns out just as fast, often running out of power in long or consuming encounters. As such, she's learned to steal the energy from others by burning them alive. While the tactic does work, it takes a small amount of time for the power to run back into her, leaving her vulnerable for attack.

Gen. Info: At best selfish, and at worst bloodthirsty, Lucielle is a Catalyst, with powers of fire and ash. She has a resentment towards most things, often acting with a cold, or dark sense of humor, causing pain, grief, or even death, just for amusement. Lucielle constantly burns a small flame around her, keeping her presence clouded in ash and darkness. She's constantly searching for ways to gain more power, believing she can steal it from other Catalysts. This has proven effective, as the first Catalyst she killed, was able to give life to others. She corrupted that power, inverting it so that she receives life from others.

History: Lucielle was the first Catalyst to be 'born' from the Chaos Insurgency. Upon learning how to fully harness her powers, she broke free, killing everyone in the base, but draining herself from her powers completely. That's when she was discovered by the Freelance Initiative. Not before too long, the Chaos Insurgency had been able to track her down, leading to the destruction of the old home for the Freelance Initiative. Once the Insurgency stormed the place, Lucielle immediately tried to kill everyone in the room, leaving only a few survivors of the Freelance Initiative left. After the carnage ended, Lucielle ran from them, and they from her. Not too long after, people began to approach her, with powers of their own, and minds geared towards destruction. With that, she formed the Devil's Hand, and has begun reaching out to those who love to cause a little hell in the world.

So begins...

Lucielle Thorn's Story

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The setting changes from Emperia City to The Outskirts

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~Craven~




Craven gave wry smile in return as he could feel the tension returning to the muscles in his forearms, as if his body wanted to press into action before he did. The wind of the outskirts brushed across his face as it changed directions for a split moment and he thought closely too himself. Several memories came to light about what she could do, though they were vague in retrospect. Several could see nothing but glancing eyes of a photo screen, with Lucielle waving her hands in the background.

"My own concerns are just that, though the idea is not an unattractive one."

Searching for more scattered information was difficult, it was like swimming through a ocean of voices and sights. Not being able to truly point out whatever was catching his eyes and ears at the moment. It was times like this that Craven really tended to dislike the way his own body was designed to act or operate. While thinking this the agitation had manifested in the form of his finger tips slowly bursting into clawed talons. Reaching nearly four inches in length, with his body slowly shifting to become wider as his mass bulked up his own muscles strength. He was working on a short line however, the only thing running in his system was the poor waiter and that was quickly burning through his body. This was just in part of the state his current form was in, rushed, frantic and nervous.

His leg tenses up as he can feel himself inch forward towards her, till a singular image replays in his mind. Her standing behind a swirly gout of flame, one of her own design and creation to be exact. A slow realization of her powers ebbs over him for a few moments as the wind shifts again and he pulls back to his standing posture. With the same wry smile as before "Heh.. Fire.. Not to be a downer, but I think my dance card has been filled for tonight. Besides.. its a new jacket."

Craven tugs on the lapel of his "new" black, jacket. Only for the touch of his hand to transfer a large stain of blood to the inside.

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"Ah, another time then." Lucielle chuckled. "Still, you won't do so well without a good meal..."

She trailed off, keeping her gaze from the beast behind her. Holding up an arm, she pointed down into the heart of the Outskirts. "There's a nice little trailer park down that way. I hear they're just getting over a mysterious fire. The children there have the cutest screams."

She let silence blow between them, dust settling in the breeze. Leaves rustling and twisting in the early morning light. The rusted bridge glinted, swaying slightly. The air held a timeless quality. Breathing in a deep breath, she dropped her arm. Glancing back, she saw the shadow shift behind her.

"Oh, and Craven." Lucielle turned, looking at the creature's back. She snapped her fingers, a burning flame streaking from her hand and into Craven's chest. "Don't kill them all. I still need some entertainment."

The smell of burning flesh reached her nose. Lucielle smiled. She extinguished the flame. She wouldn't kill him, he had to many, intriguing factors. Her hand waved a farewell to Craven. Ash and soot clouded the air. With cinders and coals disguising her movements, she climbed to the top of the bridge effortlessly.

"This land is mine Craven, you'd be wise to behave in it."

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Hunter shot an accusatory look towards Jericho. "There was a slight turn of events that required my intervention." He looked back towards Ozpin, tired of feeling like a small child on trial. "Although, I'm sure you know the rest."

His interrogator looked at him expectantly, gesturing to the small black box on the set, a red light blinking on and off. A tape recorder. Obviously, the Foundation acted like a military, or rather, it's own small government. He decided to give in. He explained everything that happened. The severed head, plummeting through the streets, the mercenaries, and worst of all, Craven. He told them about the fight, and how he nearly died. He decided to end his 'tale', of sorts just when he blacked out. Silence hung in the air, and Hunter took the moment to silently criticize himself for his clumsiness. It took him a moment to realize that Ozpin was speaking once more.

"As I was saying, Mr. Thorn," Ozpin repeated, noticing Hunter snapping back to attention, "I thank you both for your time. And now," He continued, switching off the recorder, "I would love to say we have some more official things to discuss, but that, in essence, is false."

Looking rather puzzled, Hunter sat forwards. "Jericho. Hunter. The Foundation would like to thank you for your continued service. And as such, we figured we'd let you indulge yourselves a little, but only a little. Though, I would like to share that some other researchers are just tired of working around the sarcastic attitudes and odd blood fetishes." He shot them a look, cracking a smile. Finding nothing but a blank stare from Hunter, he continued. "On-site staff would like to have you, and as an extension, I, relocated to our secondary base of operations in the Fifth Ward. This is purely confidential, even for the secrecy of the Foundation, you're still officially here, where we can monitor you should anything happen. Any questions?"



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Lucielle sighed, laying back on the top of the bridge, the light finally cresting high enough to reach her eyes. Out of pure annoyance she closed them. Why did she have to wait for Vanessa at such an absurd hour? Perhaps the woman had potential, but was it really worth the headaches and frustration it brought? She rolled over, the metal digging across her skin. She had better show up soon.

High in the sky, a flying morning dove burned to the ground.

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Over in the distance, Lucielle could see Vanessa approaching, with grace, power, and purpose. Vanessa wore her hair down today, but Lucielle could see that Vanessa seemed to be wearing a skintight suit with a feminine symbol on the stomach and embroided with flower designs and curved lines. When Vanessa goes into earshot, she tosses hair covering her shoulder aside and calls, "I'm here, Ms. Thorn, and ready for any test."