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Lorena McCoy Creery

How much longer can I possibly avoid revealing the truth?

0 · 308 views · located in White Chapel, London circa 1886

a character in “The Iron Touched.”, as played by Shané

Description

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BASICS


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FULL NAME
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Lorena McCoy Creery

{ AGE }
22

{ GIFT OR MUTATION }
Animal Telepathy




WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?


Image{ HEIGHT & WEIGHT }
Lorena is just over average height for a woman and has a slight build.

{ APPEARANCE }
A soft pale face framed by dark brown waves of hair Lorena is well known for her pretty looks. She has light brown eyes that flash like amber in the sun. Her face is quite round, with full lips and a healthy pale complexion. Her hair is usually pinned back in a neat, yet stylishly messy way allowing for slight wisps of hair at the side.

In following with the popular aristocrat style of the time she often styles the soft brown corsets, jackets and skirts with the soft white shirts. Lorena is never seen leaving the house without her accessory hat nor her Victorian pendant. With her hour glass figure and alluring smile, Lorene is not often in want for attention.



WHO ARE YOU?


Image{ SEXUALITY }
Heterosexual

{ FAMILY }
Father- Sir Joseph McCoy Creery
Mother- Lady Elanore McCory Creery
Elder Brother- Jonathon McCoy Creery



{ PERSONALITY }
She's an outspoken and proud personality. She's the first to speak up and the last to quiet down. She's always been known for being headstrong and quick witted, if not a little impulsive. From an outsiders perspective she often comes across as posh and stuck up following her family lineage, but to those that know her she is caged bird that's just beginning to fly. You never have to guess what Lorena thinks of you, but for all her upfront bravado she's actually quite terrified and insecure about her abilities. She's generous and kind-hearted but a little naive when it comes to the world outside her front gates.

{ LIKES }
~Calligraphy~Literature~Writing~Classical Music~

{ DISLIKES }
~Illiterate people~Ignorance~Casual clothing~Her suitor~

{ FEARS }
Her father finding out what she is.
Being forced to remain in the house.
Losing contact with the rest of the group


{ GOOD HABITS }
Always takes action.
Continuously motivating people.


{ BAD HABITS }
Correcting peoples grammar
Refusing to admit when she's wrong




History

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Lorena was born into the aristocracy. She grew up with her family having a strong expectation of learning culture, literature, history, art and music. As such she has a lot of scholarly knowledge and grew up with the aspiration to learn more. Her father is extremely strict expecting only the best from both his children and requiring consistent grades and poise. Her mother is very much the stereotypical aristocrat always attending the parties and expecting presentation to be on the forefront of both Lorena and Jonathan's mind.

Both her parents genuinely love their children despite their high expectations. Lorena grew up with the constant nagging of her mother begging her to tone down her impulsive personality and to 'somehow force her unsightly personality to match her outward appearance'. Needless to say Lorena tried and failed. So she gave up altogether, but it has become more of an issue with her mother and father trying to set her up with someone of an 'appropriate family and nature.' Currently her days seem to be spent either hiding in her room, meeting with the other Iron Touched or avoiding her suitor. Quite frankly if her mother's opinion is anything to go by, as soon as she opens her mouth he'll leave.

She's terrified her father will somehow find out about her 'unearthly' abilities. She's seen his reaction to the taken and his firm hatred of anything unnatural frightens her. She's not sure if his love for her would be able to overcome his dreadful ideas of the eradication of the abnormal.



OTHER

{ FACE CLAIM }
Natalia Filvarova

{ COLOR }
Honey Brown

{ THEME SONGS }
[url]Rabbit Heart – Florence and the Machine[/url][/center]

So begins...

Lorena McCoy Creery's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emilia 'Mila' Janye Character Portrait: Jonathon McCoy Creery Character Portrait: Billy Carter Character Portrait: Julian Fitzpatrick Character Portrait: Lorena McCoy Creery
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"Ri-ight," Billy nodded his head, "Of course. We're not good enough to associate with, but we're good enough to bed, but only if you are paying an Iron Touched. My good sir, I think it's them who are doing you the service, not the other way around," Billy smiled brightly, "But I'll leave you to your view of the world." Billy looked to Julian, "I think we're done here."

Billy's explanation of Jonathon's mindset made Lorena feel sick. There was no consolation when all his accusations were correct. There was nothing for her to say, so she kept her mouth shut but her gaze bore into her brother as he turned to face her again. At this time his face was expressionless. He had no reason to refute Billy as he truly didn't find the man worthy of any kind of explanation or meaningful discussion. Julian glared at Jonathon before offering Lorena a choice.

Immediately panic rose in her. He slowly started to leave with Billy, his hand leaving her back and her chest seemed to constrict as she realised there was a weighty choice to make. Jonathon was oblivious to her fear at first and he immediately offered her his arm expecting her to follow him. When she did not immediately take it his features hardened momentarily.

"Lorena lets go."

She found she couldn't answer him, her eyes darting back to the direction the rest of the group was heading. Seeing the worry in his sister, Jonathon's expression immediately softened.

"Loren, we need to head home. Look, I'm sorry for the….unpleasant exchange-" He ran his fingers through his hair. "But you have no future here. You don't know a thing about living on the streets and out of all the Iron Touched you couldn't have aligned yourself with a more dangerous choice."

Jonathon was speaking earnestly now, partially pleading with her. He took one of her hands looking her right in the eye. She started to pull away, but he only spoke faster.

"You know the Ripper's on the street. Two of them a practically walking dead. That girl and-" He gestured wildly to Billy "him. Anyone who sees them knows they're Iron Touched. They have absolutely no chance, and by defect neither do you or the rest of the group."

Immediately she wrenched her hand out of his grasp, her expression one of shock. No doubt the two he proclaimed condemned had heard his poisoned words.

"How can you even say that…"

"You need to look at the facts. I'm possibly saving your life-"

"Enough!" Her face darkened like thunder suddenly. "With your kind of reasoning why should you bother helping me? I am just as low on your flawed hierarchy as they are and if I have that kind of value you should be pleased if I have a chance of being wiped out. Isn't that exactly what is supposed to happen? Survival of the fittest Jon. And don't you dare try convincing yourself that just because I come from the shallow upper class that it changes anything. In fact doesn't it just bring you lower? I've proven you tainted, for you have my own damned blood running through your veins!"

She turned from him then, briskly going to join the others. His jaw clenched, Jonathon watched with growing fury.

"You'll come back here at once, lest father finds out."

"Let him find out and see how messed up his own bloodline is." she managed to choke out without looking behind.

"I hadn't finished." Jonathon growled back, quickly trying to regain control of the situation. "He'll also find out about that motley group you're aligning yourself with."

At once she stopped and turned back over her shoulder.

"Please don't."

He folded his arm across his chest, his determination evidently not waning. Her whole countenance hardened, but she returned to him. His mouth upturned slightly in an expression of unsurprised victory as he proffered his arm again. She took it without looking at him, a scowl darkening her features.

As he started leading her away a burst of frustration echoed through her and in a moment of instinct she fiercely sent back a promise of return as she might with Maestro.

I promise I'll find a way back.

To her surprise her probe went straight into the minds of each of the group. However none of their emotions nor thoughts were open to her. Evidently unless each individual directed communication at her she was unable to 'read' minds.