P; Lucy "Poe" Aldridge

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L U C Y
J O H N
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•Stats•

• Pronunciation:Loo-see Jon Ald-rihge

• Nickname(s): Poe, Luce

• Age: 22

• Birthday/Sign: October 24/Scorpio

• Sexual Orientation: Straight

• Marital Status: Divorced

•Appearance•

• Portrayed By: Becky Lou Filip

• Hair Color: Dark brown

• Eye Color: Blue

• Height: 5’5”

• Stature: Underweight

• Marks, Scars, Tattoos, Piercings: Snakebite piercings, and one eyebrow ring- right side. Eyeliner tattoo, so it always looks nice. Too many scars to count- a few on the wrists, under her eyes.

•• At first glance, she’s pretty, slender, and has nice, shiny hair. But look again. The face you thought to be pretty has a few scars that look like claw marks under her eyes, pale white against her pinkish skin. What you thought was slender was anorexic, ribs poking out under a tight shirt, and arms like toothpicks, and just as easy to snap. The shine in her hair is grease; she doesn’t have much time to wash it. In her pale blue eyes, there’s a nervousness hidden. They’re always flashing back and forth, around corners, up stairwells… What could be hiding there?
Chipped nail polish hangs off her fingernails, and bracelets are continually slipping off her bony wrists. Skinny jeans race down her thighs to be tucked under converse shoes- the basic uniform of the stereotypical scene girl. Covering her top half, a black bra of some sort under a thin white tank top. It doesn’t mean she’s a slut, it just means that there’s more things bothering her than what she’s going to wear today. Occasionally she’ll be trailing a cigarette from her mouth. Nothing else quite calms her like that… Not even the meds.

•Personality•

•• Lucy, or Poe, as she prefers, seems to be perfectly find on the top layer, just like that first glance at her appearance. She’ll talk to you, smile at you, and try to be friends with you. But always, she’s there. Just underneath. She tells Poe to pick up her toothbrush and carve something sharp out of it. The guard’s not far away, she’ll say, his back is to you, Lucy. Usually Poe ignores it, and goes about her day. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. But when she’s alone, silent, waiting… She comes back, and tells Lucy to do things to herself. There’s a sharp edge there, Lucy, wouldn’t it be fun if ran your arm down it? The blood is so pretty, Lucy!
Some days, she doesn’t bother Poe at all. But Poe is always waiting for her to come back. From behind a trash can, under the table… Who knows? That explains the look of Paranoia in Lucy’s eyes. The haunted stare sits above the fake smile, giving her away.

Likes:
• sunshine
• playing poker with silly things as money
• loud rooms
• not being forced to eat
• talking to other people

Dislikes:
• quiet
• being alone
• romance movies
• night
• howling wolves/coyotes
• squirrels chirping

Talents:
• keeping herself entertained
• being friendly
• keeping her fingernails neatly clipped
• making shadow puppets

Habits:
• nail biting
• singing to herself
• not giving people enough personal space
• talking too much

Favorites:
• Artist: The Beatles
• Color: Yellow
• Day of the week: Tuesday
• Animal: Birds

•Records•

• Family: Well, they don’t come and visit.

• Friends: Whoever will have her.

• Spouse: A previous, abusive husband of about a month.

• Health: Poor. Undernourished, scarred.

• Conditions [for patients]/Convictions [for criminals]: Highly schizoid, attacked her bastard of an ex-husband. No fatal wounds.

• Risk: Medium

• How Long Have They Been at the Quack Shack?: Four months

• History: Born into a typical Irish family, and lead a normal life for 21 happy years. She just thought the voice was normal. She never had any trouble ignoring it until she fell in love and got married. And then started getting abused. The voice got louder and stronger until she had to listen to it. She went to the kitchen one night and grabbed a knife. While he was sleeping, she aimed for his heart and hit his shoulder instead.
For a month or two, they didn't catch her. She slept on park benches, stayed at friends' houses, or even at the local homeless shelter. That's where she was when she started talking again, and Lucy started talking back. The head of the shelter took her to the hospital, and from there.. You know.

•Out of Character•

• Name: Vey!
• Other characters: None
• How did you find the site? Mink told me!
• Favorite flavor of pie? correct answer accepted and removed