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Name & DW Journal: Tani -![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
paella
Birthdate & Age: 3/15/1989 - 23 years old
Characters played in Zodion: South Italy from Axis Powers Hetalia
✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Lucy Stillman
Canon: Assassin's Creed
PB/Image: one, two, three
Info links: for basic canon info, please go here
Canon Point: End of Brotherhood; directly after getting stabbed and collapsing.
Gender & Sex: Female
Age: 24
Birthdate/Sign: Since, unfortunately, Lucy has no canon birthday set - minus supposedly being born in 1988, so she would be about 23/24 in 2012 - I'm going to set her at June 30th, with the sign of Cancer. As for why, the sign of Cancer seems to suit her the best in terms of personality and drive - and she needs to be 24 before October, due to important canon points, eheh.
Tattoo: Her right side of her stomach, about two and a half inches in diameter. (Basically, right where she got stabbed.)
Power: Water, Manipulation please!
Personality: Lucy, at least for the most part, was rather warm and caring, easily showing her worry and upset for her friends and colleagues. She tried to be encouraging, offering compassion and sympathy to the people around her. She seemed fairly open at first as well, sharing her worries to Desmond, as well as Rebecca and Shaun. Her bright personality seemed to keep her fairly cheerful, despite the stressful world of the Assassins and Templars around her. She would happily throw out a joke or teasing remark, even commenting on how she wasn't just a straight, laced up girl when Desmond teases her about seeming like she was.
Even so, she was talented at computer science, developing a lot of software for the Animus and obviously knowing her way around a computer. She was also apparently fairly adept at fighting, disposing guards at Abstergo quickly while escaping with Desmond. She was also quite good at thinking on her feet, working and acting quickly and often very well, no matter the amount of stress around her. She led the small group of Assassins she was with ease, often sending them very organized schedules and being a backbone for the entire team.
But while mostly kind and appreciative of her friends, she was also fiercely stubborn, and would not hesitate to speak her mind if she needed to. Before escaping Abstergo with Desmond in tow, she often spoke up to protect him, preventing Vidic from forcing him into the Animus longer, or from the executives trying to kill him. During their escape, she snapped at Desmond, even telling him right out to "shut the fuck up, please" when he was asking too many questions. Even after they leave and start to work together while in hiding, Lucy very obviously did not put up with too many shenanigans - often snapping at the others if they were getting too out of line, or slacking off. She was a hard worker, and could get absorbed with her work - even if she would lament about it later.
Even while generally bright and able to support others' worries on top of her own, there were times when she would definitely second guess herself, or be lost in what seemed to be a hidden guilt. She was secretive to the true inner workings of her heart for the most part, not able to share the things she was truly worried or feeling guilty about - most likely due to her true allegiances, and the lack of support she experienced from the Assassins by William Miles. She tried her best to rely on herself, and definitely had a gift for keeping things shrewd, deceiving the Assassins and her team for at least a year before her death.
Somewhat jaded from the experience of said lack of support and cut off from everything she had known and trusted, she found her trust shaken time and again until it seemed finally broken. She lamented how she had spent nearly ten years searching for the Pieces of Eden to Desmond, feeling hopeless for their situation. She also kept a heavy sense of regret and guilt over Clay - Subject 16 - whose death she had a big hand in. She remarked often over how she wished she could've helped him, either from the torment they put him through in the Animus, or perhaps over how it drove him to kill himself.
All in all, despite her inner intentions and regrets, Lucy was still was a very warm, caring individual - and decidedly stubborn and driven as well.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: ( The video feed clicks on suddenly, obviously just by someone trying to exactly figure out all of the functions of their new "toy". It's pointed away from her for the moment - she seems more keen on her surroundings, or at least trying to figure out just what her surroundings are. ) This. Well, this isn't Rome, or the Temple, either. Even if some of the buildings seem to look somewhat similar. ( Lucy finally comes into focus, staring curiously at the camera. ) Oh! It records. I guess this is some sort of video chat, huh? I… hmm.
( Her look is almost calculating for a moment - as if she's trying to decide just what she wants to do, or what she should do. Finally, she starts speaking again, obviously with a little trepidation. ) Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself then. My name is Lucy, and I have no idea where I am - or how I got here, really. ( She holds the piece of paper from the box at her arrival up to the camera for a moment, placing it back down with a curious look. ) What's all this about… er, the "Twelve"? I don't quite understand what they mean about worship either. What does it all entail?
( That look passes over her face again, but this time more so worried, maybe even scared. ) …Also, um, last I remember, I was… in a bit of a bad situation. Does anyone know of a doctor I could see, just in case? I have a bad feeling for some reason…
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: The feeling of the floor beneath her wasn't really a surprise. The last she could remember, she was on the floor after all - facing Desmond, slowly feeling everything around her go cold and numb. Even with as quick as it happened - with Desmond somehow jumping from the Apple to being by her side in the blink of an eye, and with the sudden sharp pain in her stomach that she recognized as his hidden blade - she knew that out of all possibilities, she should be dead. Her wound would be and probably was life threatening, and being deep under the Coliseum did not present her with a happy outlook.
So, while maybe the sensation of the floor beneath her wasn't surprising, the feeling of being quite alive and without any pain was. Her hand trails to her side, feeling nothing but her shirt and jacket - not even a sticky pool of blood that should most definitely be around her. No wound, so no pain. Was that all just some sort of dream then? Did the Apple maybe just create some sort of vision, making her think she was dead? Opening her eyes warily, she lets out a small gasp as she takes in her decidedly unfamiliar surroundings.
Even with the lack of the pain of a stomach wound, her head was swimming. This wasn't the Coliseum, or the Temple underneath it. It definitely did not look like any sort of hospital either, with its almost Greco-Roman features - and very strange altar in front of her. "Is this…?" she starts, shaking her head as she sits up. "No, it couldn't be… an afterlife, that's just outright silly to think." At least, it certainly didn't seem so. She could definitely feel the solid floor under her feet, and the stretch of her clothing as she sat up. Even a pinch to her skin confirmed at least basic sensation.
A quick second look around the room proved it empty, save for her. "Re… Rebecca? Shaun?" she calls out, her voice unsteady. With a gulp, "…Desmond?" But there's no answer, save the gentle, almost calming white noise around her. Perhaps this is one of the Temples of the Ones Who Came Before? she muses, spying a look around the room. It didn't seem to look much like the other Temples, but she'd seen plenty of stranger things in the past weeks, and ignoring the possibility was even sillier than thinking she was in an afterlife. Maybe the Apple had sent her here. Still, worry seemed to sit in her stomach, especially as she stole a glance at the altar ahead of her. This time she could clearly see the box sitting upon it, glowing faintly. With the vision of the Apple glowing brightly still fresh in her mind - even as her vision had faded out - she could feel her stomach clench even more.
But, as fearful of this new place she could be, she could still feel a tempting pull towards the box. "Maybe," she says to herself, walking uneasily towards it - her head seemed ready to swim, her mind barely noticing the small moat of water ahead. "Maybe if I check it out, I'll figure out what it is and out where I am. And… and where the others might be."
With one last step, she finds herself nearly over the water - but shock ripples through her as the water suddenly surrounds her, and a sharp pain ripples through her stomach once again. She clutches at her stomach, shutting her eyes and fearing for the worst. But the pain quickly subsides, and the suddenly chill down her skin causes her to open her eyes.
What she finds is a mirror of sorts made out of the water itself, showing her a very confused and very naked reflection of herself. With a blush forming on her face, her hands fly away from her stomach to cover herself instead, revealing just what the sudden pain left behind. A deep, silver colored tattoo suddenly sits proudly on her stomach, for some reason as the astrology symbol for Cancer. Her mind strays briefly to the image of Desmond - Desmond and that blade she gave him, stabbing her, a pained look in his eyes - and she shakes her head again, trying to focus on the view in front of her. The very confusing, very bizarre view.
When the waters finally recede, she pulls herself onto the altar platform, determined to get to that box before anything stranger happened to her. She was going to need answers, and answers fast. (That, and hopefully finding her clothing. Really, this was not a place to be naked in!)
Name & DW Journal: Tani -
paellaBirthdate & Age: 3/15/1989 - 23 years old
Characters played in Zodion: South Italy from Axis Powers Hetalia
✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Lucy Stillman
Canon: Assassin's Creed
PB/Image: one, two, three
Info links: for basic canon info, please go here
Canon Point: End of Brotherhood; directly after getting stabbed and collapsing.
Gender & Sex: Female
Age: 24
Birthdate/Sign: Since, unfortunately, Lucy has no canon birthday set - minus supposedly being born in 1988, so she would be about 23/24 in 2012 - I'm going to set her at June 30th, with the sign of Cancer. As for why, the sign of Cancer seems to suit her the best in terms of personality and drive - and she needs to be 24 before October, due to important canon points, eheh.
Tattoo: Her right side of her stomach, about two and a half inches in diameter. (Basically, right where she got stabbed.)
Power: Water, Manipulation please!
Personality: Lucy, at least for the most part, was rather warm and caring, easily showing her worry and upset for her friends and colleagues. She tried to be encouraging, offering compassion and sympathy to the people around her. She seemed fairly open at first as well, sharing her worries to Desmond, as well as Rebecca and Shaun. Her bright personality seemed to keep her fairly cheerful, despite the stressful world of the Assassins and Templars around her. She would happily throw out a joke or teasing remark, even commenting on how she wasn't just a straight, laced up girl when Desmond teases her about seeming like she was.
Even so, she was talented at computer science, developing a lot of software for the Animus and obviously knowing her way around a computer. She was also apparently fairly adept at fighting, disposing guards at Abstergo quickly while escaping with Desmond. She was also quite good at thinking on her feet, working and acting quickly and often very well, no matter the amount of stress around her. She led the small group of Assassins she was with ease, often sending them very organized schedules and being a backbone for the entire team.
But while mostly kind and appreciative of her friends, she was also fiercely stubborn, and would not hesitate to speak her mind if she needed to. Before escaping Abstergo with Desmond in tow, she often spoke up to protect him, preventing Vidic from forcing him into the Animus longer, or from the executives trying to kill him. During their escape, she snapped at Desmond, even telling him right out to "shut the fuck up, please" when he was asking too many questions. Even after they leave and start to work together while in hiding, Lucy very obviously did not put up with too many shenanigans - often snapping at the others if they were getting too out of line, or slacking off. She was a hard worker, and could get absorbed with her work - even if she would lament about it later.
Even while generally bright and able to support others' worries on top of her own, there were times when she would definitely second guess herself, or be lost in what seemed to be a hidden guilt. She was secretive to the true inner workings of her heart for the most part, not able to share the things she was truly worried or feeling guilty about - most likely due to her true allegiances, and the lack of support she experienced from the Assassins by William Miles. She tried her best to rely on herself, and definitely had a gift for keeping things shrewd, deceiving the Assassins and her team for at least a year before her death.
Somewhat jaded from the experience of said lack of support and cut off from everything she had known and trusted, she found her trust shaken time and again until it seemed finally broken. She lamented how she had spent nearly ten years searching for the Pieces of Eden to Desmond, feeling hopeless for their situation. She also kept a heavy sense of regret and guilt over Clay - Subject 16 - whose death she had a big hand in. She remarked often over how she wished she could've helped him, either from the torment they put him through in the Animus, or perhaps over how it drove him to kill himself.
All in all, despite her inner intentions and regrets, Lucy was still was a very warm, caring individual - and decidedly stubborn and driven as well.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: ( The video feed clicks on suddenly, obviously just by someone trying to exactly figure out all of the functions of their new "toy". It's pointed away from her for the moment - she seems more keen on her surroundings, or at least trying to figure out just what her surroundings are. ) This. Well, this isn't Rome, or the Temple, either. Even if some of the buildings seem to look somewhat similar. ( Lucy finally comes into focus, staring curiously at the camera. ) Oh! It records. I guess this is some sort of video chat, huh? I… hmm.
( Her look is almost calculating for a moment - as if she's trying to decide just what she wants to do, or what she should do. Finally, she starts speaking again, obviously with a little trepidation. ) Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself then. My name is Lucy, and I have no idea where I am - or how I got here, really. ( She holds the piece of paper from the box at her arrival up to the camera for a moment, placing it back down with a curious look. ) What's all this about… er, the "Twelve"? I don't quite understand what they mean about worship either. What does it all entail?
( That look passes over her face again, but this time more so worried, maybe even scared. ) …Also, um, last I remember, I was… in a bit of a bad situation. Does anyone know of a doctor I could see, just in case? I have a bad feeling for some reason…
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: The feeling of the floor beneath her wasn't really a surprise. The last she could remember, she was on the floor after all - facing Desmond, slowly feeling everything around her go cold and numb. Even with as quick as it happened - with Desmond somehow jumping from the Apple to being by her side in the blink of an eye, and with the sudden sharp pain in her stomach that she recognized as his hidden blade - she knew that out of all possibilities, she should be dead. Her wound would be and probably was life threatening, and being deep under the Coliseum did not present her with a happy outlook.
So, while maybe the sensation of the floor beneath her wasn't surprising, the feeling of being quite alive and without any pain was. Her hand trails to her side, feeling nothing but her shirt and jacket - not even a sticky pool of blood that should most definitely be around her. No wound, so no pain. Was that all just some sort of dream then? Did the Apple maybe just create some sort of vision, making her think she was dead? Opening her eyes warily, she lets out a small gasp as she takes in her decidedly unfamiliar surroundings.
Even with the lack of the pain of a stomach wound, her head was swimming. This wasn't the Coliseum, or the Temple underneath it. It definitely did not look like any sort of hospital either, with its almost Greco-Roman features - and very strange altar in front of her. "Is this…?" she starts, shaking her head as she sits up. "No, it couldn't be… an afterlife, that's just outright silly to think." At least, it certainly didn't seem so. She could definitely feel the solid floor under her feet, and the stretch of her clothing as she sat up. Even a pinch to her skin confirmed at least basic sensation.
A quick second look around the room proved it empty, save for her. "Re… Rebecca? Shaun?" she calls out, her voice unsteady. With a gulp, "…Desmond?" But there's no answer, save the gentle, almost calming white noise around her. Perhaps this is one of the Temples of the Ones Who Came Before? she muses, spying a look around the room. It didn't seem to look much like the other Temples, but she'd seen plenty of stranger things in the past weeks, and ignoring the possibility was even sillier than thinking she was in an afterlife. Maybe the Apple had sent her here. Still, worry seemed to sit in her stomach, especially as she stole a glance at the altar ahead of her. This time she could clearly see the box sitting upon it, glowing faintly. With the vision of the Apple glowing brightly still fresh in her mind - even as her vision had faded out - she could feel her stomach clench even more.
But, as fearful of this new place she could be, she could still feel a tempting pull towards the box. "Maybe," she says to herself, walking uneasily towards it - her head seemed ready to swim, her mind barely noticing the small moat of water ahead. "Maybe if I check it out, I'll figure out what it is and out where I am. And… and where the others might be."
With one last step, she finds herself nearly over the water - but shock ripples through her as the water suddenly surrounds her, and a sharp pain ripples through her stomach once again. She clutches at her stomach, shutting her eyes and fearing for the worst. But the pain quickly subsides, and the suddenly chill down her skin causes her to open her eyes.
What she finds is a mirror of sorts made out of the water itself, showing her a very confused and very naked reflection of herself. With a blush forming on her face, her hands fly away from her stomach to cover herself instead, revealing just what the sudden pain left behind. A deep, silver colored tattoo suddenly sits proudly on her stomach, for some reason as the astrology symbol for Cancer. Her mind strays briefly to the image of Desmond - Desmond and that blade she gave him, stabbing her, a pained look in his eyes - and she shakes her head again, trying to focus on the view in front of her. The very confusing, very bizarre view.
When the waters finally recede, she pulls herself onto the altar platform, determined to get to that box before anything stranger happened to her. She was going to need answers, and answers fast. (That, and hopefully finding her clothing. Really, this was not a place to be naked in!)