personality

all about lucy. Lucy is sure in her skin. She’s blunt, sarcastic, always engaging and completely impulsive. She’s about doing, and she’s immediate and reactionary. She doesn’t think before she speaks, and she doesn’t waste time on arguments. She’s unfailingly nosy, entirely unrestrained, completely sensual. She is emotion and sensation, without reins or reason. She's very opinionated, and at times, a little blunt and sarcastic, but it's something that she's trying to tone down a little. When it comes to her history and personal life, Lucy is kind of guarded, it isn't easy for her to let people in or give her trust. Getting close to people only means she will have to leave them later, so she tries had not to do it. The people who are close to Lucy though, she is very protective of. She carries a huge burden with her that she doesn't think anyone else can share; the responsibility of getting her doctorate, getting a good job and finally being able to provide justice for her sister. Its easy to see the scars underneath the shell; Lucy is determined to be able to provide for Rosa and cut ties with her father permanently. With an easy temper to rouse, Lucy doesn’t give up easily. She’s loud, determined and more than able to carry a grudge. In matters of the heart, she’s vocal and demanding and completely guarded. She likes tactile, physical things, and she’s not afraid to go after them. She’s perfectly willing to have casual lovers; in fact, she prefers them. She doesn’t like labels; she doesn’t need them. She believes in feeling over thought, instinct over pondering, impulse over planning which has often gotten her into trouble. She likes music that is inherently sensual, dancing in her apartment is one of her favourite way to unwind and when she’s not working and studying, she loves visiting the clubs, alcohol fueled encounters on the dance floor, getting a little closer to men and women she doesn’t know. She likes earthy tones and greens, and she prefers practical clothing. She doesn’t wear makeup, and her hair is generally worn loose. She has a weakness for long showers and luxurious bathtubs though the water pressure in her new hall doesn’t often run to such things.

OTHER FACTS

RANDOM TRIVIAS ✮ Has a tattoo of three butterflys going from her right thigh over her hip. ✮ Wears glasses for close up work. ✮ Used to work as a cashier at Walmart before getting fired. ✮ Flirted with vegetarianism for three months after working at Wendys. The lure of a burger was too great. ✮ Hates any assumptions that she is fluent in spanish due to her last name. ✮ Can throw a killer right hook. ✮ Writes to her sister every week. Doesn’t write to her father. ✮ Doesn’t take no shit from anyone and is proud of this fact. Keeps her background to herself and is reluctant to both commitment and sharing her emotions/life.

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OUT OF CHARACTER PLAYED BY: Jessica Alba. JOURNAL / AIM: Lucy / haylellis WRITING: Third person, storybook. AIM and Threading, with high preference on the latter. Random scenes and customs are love. ♥ PROFILE CREDIT: charactersaurus & rp_tutorials.

Lucy Vargas

BASIC STATISTICS FULL NAME: Lucy Sofia Vargas. NICKNAMES: Luce. DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: February 16, 1989, 22. HOMETOWN: Bushwick, Brooklyn. STATUS: Graduate, Inferiore. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Pearson University, Hendrick Hall. MAJORS: Law : her thesis has special focus on the dangers of sexual profiling. MINOR: Criminology MARITAL STATUS: Single. CLUBS/ACTIVITIES: Debate ORIENTATION: Heterosexual though she did have a few drunken fool arounds with her room-mate in college. FAMILY: Biological Parents: Sofia Deceased and Peter Vergas. Foster Mom (Maggie Crichton), Foster Dad (David Chrichton), Older foster brother (Tate, 31), Older foster sister (Krista, 29), Older foster sister (Jessica, 27), Older Sister, Angela (22) deceased, Younger sister (Rosalie, 17).

biography 

BACKGROUND INFO Lucy’s mother died nine years after she was born, leaving her father alone to raise her and her sisters. Peter Vergas was only thirty at the time, and he had no idea how to take care of the three children he’d been lumbered with – but he was determined to learn. Unfortunately for both Lucy, Angie, Rosie and Peter, Peter found another love after Sofia died; alcohol. One drink to pass the pain of the empty nights away turned into just one more to numb the emptiness and the ache. Within six months he’d become a barely functioning alcoholic and the flat tumbled into disarray when he lost his job due to his drinking. He thought he was coping though and kept on pacing back and forth, rocking the colicky baby until she slept whilst his other hand topped up the glass with the cheapest, strongest amber liquid. Whisky was how he coped. Life was falling apart around him but so long as he had his drink, he could hide from it for just a little while. With Angie at eighteen and under a full scholarship for Uni, Lucy began taking on more responsibilities; learning how to throw meals together (at ten she could work the cooker and the washing machines down in the basement whilst supervising Rosa did her homework, her own beginning to fall by the wayside as she focused more on ensuring her dad and little sister had what they needed.) After spotting the little girl traipsing up and down the stairwell clutching another basket of laundry and of groceries, a curious and concerned neighbour made a phonecall to Family Services and Peter was found unfit for the task of raising the 5 year old and nine year old Lucy and swiftly, brutally and without a second thought by anyone involved they were separated; Peter to a rehab clinic downtown and the children to the first of many foster homes. The system worked. Angie was allowed contact with her sisters but was hardly in a position to offer them the stable home they needed. What happened after that felt more like dream-walking. Lucy knew that as the available eldest she had to be there for Rosa. She had to make sure that she was eating, sleeping, well-dressed, that she groomed herself. She had to look nice, because her mother raised nice respectable girls. Entering the foster system, she believed it was better than being thrown out on the street. The first place in particular seemed fine. There wasn't much handling of her grief so much as shoving it all down. The time spent at The Donaghan's home was very peaceful, quiet even and they began to settle. They had a roof over their head, food on the table, and they were able to go to a new school. Everything was going to be fine. They were together. That was until they were split up. Lucy had never noticed that having her sister beside her was what kept her together. All the focus she put on her baby sister had distracted her from the feelings she'd pushed down. Feelings of being abandoned and struggling to cope with responsibilities no ten year old should have to deal with. Alone in a new home, she was able to keep up her usual appearance in front of her new parents, but when the lights went out and her sister's hand was not there to hold onto, she broke down. It'd been the first time she'd cried since that time, having not shed a single tear since they’d heard the knock at the door and been taken. That night it felt like the tears would never stop. Face buried in a pillow, she tried to muffle the sounds of her weeping as not to disturb her new family. She was going to be strong. Angie would eventually graduate and be able to take them both up together. They'd be reunited and everything was going to be fine. Just fine. They would be a family again. As the years passed and she was shifted from one home to another, she found that no one wanted to take on her sister, especially with the reputation she had built up around herself. Lucy became disheartened, resigned to the fact that she and her sister would never be together again. Despite all this, she somehow managed to keep herself together. She joined several clubs in high school to stay busy and made many friends, preferring not to be left alone. She juggled her home, school, and social life, although precariously at some points. Her foster parents never gave her any trouble about her choices, as she constantly proved to be dependable and have a good head on her shoulders. Lucy’s world fell apart on a blistery March morning when she was twelve. The Crichtons sat her down and relayed the information they’d been given only that morning. Angela had been found the night before, cruelly murdered. As she grew older, Lucy found out the harsh details of the sister she idolised murder; brutally raped, slain and her body dumped like garbage. The police promised to find the killer - their main suspect had an alibi and the trail grew cold. On her fourteenth birthday she was adopted by The Crichtons, though as with each birthday it was a bittersweet reminder that Rosa was out there somewhere alone. A final reminder that the Vargas girls would never be together again. Phonecalls and meetings with her caseworker furnished her with information that Rosa hadn’t been adopted, bounced instead from home to home before being returned after only a week or two of placements. The Crichtons promised her though that they would do everything they possibly could to get Rosa but they were fighting the system and Lucy believed them, writing to her sister faithfully twice a week. Lucys goals were good; she put as much determination into acing high school as getting her sister back and in senior year she applied for as many scholarships as she could. NYU was one of the best and close enough to the city where she grew up that she could keep in touch with her makeshift family and friends. Taking a room in a rundown flat near campus, Lucy threw herself into studying and her major - Law - interested her enough that she found herself spending extra time in the library and sneaking textbooks to her job as a Barista on campus until she was finally fired for reading on the job. When she graduated, Lucy took a long hard look at her life. She’d done what her elder sibling hadn’t managed and graduated though the Vargas girls were still separated. Peter was no longer in the picture. What she wanted was to re-examine her sisters murder, get closer to people who might have forgotten a pertinent detail. To do that she needed to go to Pearson and the brunette applied for a Grad scholarship studying Law with a special focus on the dangers of sexual profiling and the prevalence of forensics in the courtroom. She was accepted and as well as carrying a full course load she has her own personal goals of finding some answers. A decade on, will anyone remember. Will anyone care?