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Name: Lucilla "Lucy" Collins
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 pounds.
Occupation: Shepherdess
Appearance: Lucilla looks younger than her stated age, more around the age of seventeen. Her face is oval shaped, her cheekbones high and her lips without much shape. Most wouldn't consider her pretty. In Bethany, her expression is always placid, her mouth never turned up in a smile and her dark green eyes, though beautiful, are always glazed over as if she moves in a daze. Her dark blonde hair hangs in long curls down her back, with the fronts swept to the back of her head, though there are the escaped curls that fly about her forehead and ears. Her skin is slightly tanned where it is touched by the sun, but generally her skin is pale and smooth except for a very light spattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks under her eyes.
Her clothing is simple. Usually a white chemise underneath a greenish-brown wool kirtle with the sleeves barely attached anymore with occasional laces, the bodice lacing in front. She wears no jewelry except for a gold wedding band on her left hand, though she has no husband in Bethany.
Personality: Outside of Bethany, Lucilla is friendly and, while not overly-outgoing, she isn't shy either. She thinks a lot and because of this, she is often quiet. She's intelligent and is exceptionally good with numbers, adding, subtracting, multiplying large sums in her head instantly. She has the fault of trusting too easily, however, and that, coupled with the fact she tends to wear her heart on her sleeve, can often be fooled by those who know how to manipulate.
Background: Born to a Duke and Dutchess, Lucilla was educated and brought up to be a proper lady, given the nickname Lucy by her older brother. She was betrothed from the time she was a child to a young man eight years her senior from a family that was close to Lucy's. Fortunately for her, as the years passed and both children grew, she and her betrothed, Lord Gregory Collins, fell madly in love. They were happily married on Lucy's eighteenth birthday.
A few years later, however, the city in which they lived was rocked with violent murders of top families in the area, and no one had any idea who was responsible. Lord Gregory, at the same time, became more and more distant from Lucy, becoming angry with her over little things, would stay out late at night and sometimes wouldn't come back at all for several days with no notice, once even coming back to the house covered in blood. Finally, when Lucy put together her husband's absences in correspondence with the murders, she became convinced that her husband was the serial killer.
So, after much debate within herself, fearing for herself should her husband discover her knowledge of his guilt, Lucy decided to go to the authorities with what little evidence she had. The authorities, eager to catch the person responsible for these crimes, arrested Lord Gregory and barely gave him a trial before convicting him and sentencing him to death by hanging. He was executed not two days later. Lucy grieved for him despite what she believed about his guilt.
A few weeks later, however, it was discovered that Lord Gregory was not the killer. The real murderer was apprehended and confessed to all the crimes, a madman from another city on a killing spree of revenge. Torn apart with the realization that she sent her innocent husband to his death, unable to live with the knowledge of what she had done and yet too weak to take her own life, Lucy left her city with little but the clothes on her back. There were tales she had been told by her governess of a mythical city known by many names where all one's memories could be erased and one could start life anew. This was the myth which Lucy sought, desperate to escape her tortured mind.
Eventually, half-dead, Lucy was discovered and brought to Bethany and immediately got her wish. She was transformed into one of The Empty and put to work as a shepherdess in the fields, caring for and shearing her sheep for the wool mills in Bethany. Though she no longer remembers her past life and is thus no longer wracked with guilt and condemnation for what she did, neither is she happy, stripped of all emotion entirely. She does, however, have occasional dreams. Dreams of the outside world to which she used to belong. Though they seem almost incomprehensible to her and bring about an uncomfortable ache that she can't describe, she usually doesn't think on them once she is awake.
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 pounds.
Occupation: Shepherdess
Appearance: Lucilla looks younger than her stated age, more around the age of seventeen. Her face is oval shaped, her cheekbones high and her lips without much shape. Most wouldn't consider her pretty. In Bethany, her expression is always placid, her mouth never turned up in a smile and her dark green eyes, though beautiful, are always glazed over as if she moves in a daze. Her dark blonde hair hangs in long curls down her back, with the fronts swept to the back of her head, though there are the escaped curls that fly about her forehead and ears. Her skin is slightly tanned where it is touched by the sun, but generally her skin is pale and smooth except for a very light spattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks under her eyes.
Her clothing is simple. Usually a white chemise underneath a greenish-brown wool kirtle with the sleeves barely attached anymore with occasional laces, the bodice lacing in front. She wears no jewelry except for a gold wedding band on her left hand, though she has no husband in Bethany.
Personality: Outside of Bethany, Lucilla is friendly and, while not overly-outgoing, she isn't shy either. She thinks a lot and because of this, she is often quiet. She's intelligent and is exceptionally good with numbers, adding, subtracting, multiplying large sums in her head instantly. She has the fault of trusting too easily, however, and that, coupled with the fact she tends to wear her heart on her sleeve, can often be fooled by those who know how to manipulate.
Background: Born to a Duke and Dutchess, Lucilla was educated and brought up to be a proper lady, given the nickname Lucy by her older brother. She was betrothed from the time she was a child to a young man eight years her senior from a family that was close to Lucy's. Fortunately for her, as the years passed and both children grew, she and her betrothed, Lord Gregory Collins, fell madly in love. They were happily married on Lucy's eighteenth birthday.
A few years later, however, the city in which they lived was rocked with violent murders of top families in the area, and no one had any idea who was responsible. Lord Gregory, at the same time, became more and more distant from Lucy, becoming angry with her over little things, would stay out late at night and sometimes wouldn't come back at all for several days with no notice, once even coming back to the house covered in blood. Finally, when Lucy put together her husband's absences in correspondence with the murders, she became convinced that her husband was the serial killer.
So, after much debate within herself, fearing for herself should her husband discover her knowledge of his guilt, Lucy decided to go to the authorities with what little evidence she had. The authorities, eager to catch the person responsible for these crimes, arrested Lord Gregory and barely gave him a trial before convicting him and sentencing him to death by hanging. He was executed not two days later. Lucy grieved for him despite what she believed about his guilt.
A few weeks later, however, it was discovered that Lord Gregory was not the killer. The real murderer was apprehended and confessed to all the crimes, a madman from another city on a killing spree of revenge. Torn apart with the realization that she sent her innocent husband to his death, unable to live with the knowledge of what she had done and yet too weak to take her own life, Lucy left her city with little but the clothes on her back. There were tales she had been told by her governess of a mythical city known by many names where all one's memories could be erased and one could start life anew. This was the myth which Lucy sought, desperate to escape her tortured mind.
Eventually, half-dead, Lucy was discovered and brought to Bethany and immediately got her wish. She was transformed into one of The Empty and put to work as a shepherdess in the fields, caring for and shearing her sheep for the wool mills in Bethany. Though she no longer remembers her past life and is thus no longer wracked with guilt and condemnation for what she did, neither is she happy, stripped of all emotion entirely. She does, however, have occasional dreams. Dreams of the outside world to which she used to belong. Though they seem almost incomprehensible to her and bring about an uncomfortable ache that she can't describe, she usually doesn't think on them once she is awake.
