Lucite Forte | Smile!

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Lucite Forte
Smile!

RACE,

Human/Oocca. Human dominant.

GENDER,

Female

BATTLE ROLE,

Magic/Melee DPS, Healer.

SEXUALITY,

Heterosexual

AGE,

14 years old.

ALLIANCE,

N/A

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PERSONALITY,

Positive

• Boundless Positivity | Always looking at the bright side, no matter what. You'll hardly ever see her frown.
  
• Loyal | Lucite will stand up for you, fight for you, and maybe even die for you. She will most likely obey you, as long as you've gained her trust. Maybe even like you a bit.
  
• Observant (Sights & Sounds) | “I'll see where you didn't care to look and hear what didn't seem to matter to you. What seems unimportant could be crucial.”
  
• Logical | “Why do it the hard way when you could do it this way?”
  
• Modest | “Oh, this? It's nothing, really...”

Negative

• Oblivious (Words) | Try not to be fancy with what you say, now. She'll probably take it the wrong way.
  
• Laid-Back (Sometimes) | Lucite has a hard time taking things seriously.
  
• Focused (Other Times) | While this is normally a good trait, she tends to take things into so much consideration, she is oblivious to her surroundings.
  
• Clumsy | “W-Wait, I'll be there in a seco- Owwww!”
  
• Worrisome | Tends to dwell over others problems, rather than her own.

APPEARANCE,

Lucite is a decent 5'1”, tall enough to be considered short. Her hair is a slightly darker variation of Lavender, often put up in high or low twin tails. Her eyes are a light dark violet, seeming playful yet serious. There is normally a light blush on her cheeks, be it from make-up or from simply being tired. Her skin is a bit lighter than most, but it is not too noticeable.

Her outfit is usually a purple turtle-neck worn with a black vest, which is outlined with a thick, stitched pink ribbon along with a short purple skirt with fuchsia lining. Over that is a long, white cape with spiked frills, layered with a shorter cape, outlined with let another pink ribbon with a hood. A large pink ribbon (It's all pink, purple, and white.) ties the cape together. On her legs, she has thigh-length, black socks with a white edge. Her shoes are white, completely revealing the arches of her feet. Generally wears this when going out.

Wears this as casual clothes, and sometimes even pajamas.

WEAPONS,

Ciel | The most sentimental item of hers, passed down from her mother. The source of most of her magic, it empowers the only magical ability she possesses – Shot. The staff is also used as a backpack, having the ability to store items within the large capacity of magic the wand holds.

ITEMS,

Cookies – Always on hand. Always baking them. Always a waste of money.

Guitar – Not the only instrument she plays, but the only one at hand. Often plays for money.

ABILITIES,

Shot | A malleable ball of energy emitted from Lucite's staff. The energy can be formed into any shape, the maximum size of...Oh, let's say the size of a large adult horse. Having no base element, it takes on that of it's surroundings, duplicating the element by touch. For example, if she was in a desert, the girl could touch the staff to the sand, forming the ball into the earth element. Being how flexible the energy is at first, she can use this in the form as powder to suffocate her enemies, or chuck large boulders at the target. Fully controllable by the staff, it can be used to levitate, throw, cause damage, and etc, as long as the wand is wielded by Lucite, being that she is the only one who knows how to use in weapon correctly. Virtually nonexistent cool down, though constant usage will tire her to the point of fatigue. (Actually, I have a question about this. If a user consumes the energy, am I allowed to continue to control it inside their body?)

RACIAL ABILITIES,

Superhuman Strength | Level 4 - Sometimes when the human's limits are removed, their gift is improved strength. While their blows naturally do more damage they also become able to lift heavier objects, or swing normally two handed weapons with one hand, among many other things requiring strength.

The girl has a bit of pressure due to others jealousy, but she seems to get by just fine. You see, her birth was not with smiles and tears of joy. Well, there were tears, but not those of happiness or relief, but sadness and longing, for Lucite's father had left the new mother, not wanting to care for a child. Ordellia, now a parent with the full responsibility of a child, could not seem to bear how difficult caring for a child seemed in her mind without a proper father, even though she had all the resources she needed - A home, three meals a day, and clothing. She'd raised the child as best as she could with the largest of heart, though depression built through the years. Ordellia was someone who was depended on other people to notice her problems rather than seeking help for it, causing her to constantly vent to her child. Lucite could not help but feel sorry for the mom, always trying to cheer the woman up with new recipes she had come up with – most of which being cookie recipes. However, there was a certain high point in her depression where she had spotted the man once again while shopping in town. He was with another woman, one of which who seemed much more beautiful than herself in her eyes. The woman ran, only to never be seen by anyone again. Some say she committed suicide. Others say she'd gone to find comfort. Either way, little Lucite, at the young age of 7, was left alone at home for years. No one seemed to notice, not even her friends. The taxes for the house always seemed to pay itself, and the girl easily fed herself with cheap ingredients. However, another problem had appeared – the jealousy of others.

Most everyone that knew of the girl had known of her wings and really, most everyone wanted them. Some expressed this in blunt word, others often complimenting her. However, there were always those few people who bullied her out of jealousy. They complained and joked about how ugly she was, targeting her wings. They often tugged, pulled, cut, and abused her wings, causing them to be worn and bloody. Lucite really didn't mind for the first couple years, but it became more physical as time passed. She'd never stood up for herself, nor others, in fear of getting beat up like her. The wings always seemed to stay in good condition no matter the damage done, but the poor girl still has scars on her body. Most of them have healed away, but some still rest on her back and chest. She really did find out the cause of their constant abuse, but said nothing. In tine, however, she could not take the bottled pain of it all. Sitting in her room with tears streaming down her face, she'd started with the slight tug of a wing, before quickly ripping it off. A out-worldly screech came from the household, being heard throughout the street. Passers were hesitant at first, having a bit of suspicion of the situation, but eventually, they moved on with their life, not bothering to check inside. In a matter of seconds, a second scream occurred, causing some to actually check inside. They searched all throughout the house before kicking down the locked door of her room, revealing a pale, petite girl with a tear-stained face, laying in a small pool of blood.

Now, those were the only major events in her life. For the most part, she has a rather dull routine of waking up, eating, playing music, shopping, preforming, and sleeping, only to wake up to do the same thing. However, Lucite always seems to add a slight twist to these boring days by exploring outside of the town every now and then, but besides that, she's pretty neutral with the lifestyle, though she always retains a smile. Her depression remains bottled up, continuing to build over the years.

• Not only does Lucite play guitar, but she also plays the Violin, Piano, and Ocarina.
  
  
• Tends to stand on her toes.
  
  
• The appearance portion used to be over 1600 words. ಠ_ರೃ
  (It's a lot to me, if not you. )

Terkoiz, Voletta.

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