Post by Lucy Serrano on Nov 6, 2016 12:06:05 GMT
Lucy Ellis Serrano
FACE CLAIM: Lights Poxleitner-Bokan
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Unsure
POSITION: College Student♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Ink Manipulation: Lucy can bring her drawings to life wherever she creates them. She can manipulate pigments on a page, walls or even on skin to allow it to move slowly across the canvas. Simply put, if it’s based with pigments - such as pen ink or paint for example - it's able to be manipulated. The largest way she uses this ability is during the tattooing process, where she can tweak the needle's placement of ink in order to produce perfect imagery.
LIMITATIONS: Colours and shapes can be changed without the use of direct contact, though it's always easier and much less strenuous if a physical connection is involved. Direct contact is needed with older substances. As such, the ‘fresher’ the ink, the easier it is to manipulate. Something recently applied to the skin, or any kind of surface is lively enough not to have dried or settled, and so it remains as a skimming, workable layer. A secondary coat of paint renders the first untouchable. Completely altering an aged tattoo is impossible as it's too set in place to move drastically; the most that can be done is to shift the 'bleeding' ink back into its original position.
SIDE-EFFECTS: She cannot keep the same drawings on skin for an extended period of time otherwise she runs the risk of developing ink poisoning due to the likely nature of the substance used - the ink from a pen, for example, isn't sterile like the application of tattoo ink is set up to be. Further side effects from this ability include headaches from the overt concentration used, and muscle pains if she uses the ability on herself. Since manifesting at sixteen, a majority of her own tattoos have been in a state of near-constant, natural manipulation. Tied directly to her, the inhabitants on her skin seem to carry personality traits from the manipulator herself; they can often give away an emotional discourse by the nature of their own movements, and they are practically uncontrollable.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦10:29am.Without an alarm, it was ages before Lucy actually stirred. Feet flexed, legs stretched, blackened hair still sprawled the prior pillow. A hand wrapped itself even tighter around the pillow she’d ended up clinging to.
Dorm room.
The Bellefonte Academy.
It was only a minute later that the alarm from her phone started blaring. It was loud enough to force her grumble, and the body laying at her side offered an equally disapproving sound. Sitting up, she stretched her arms over her head.
“You can stay if you want,” She reasoned with a shrug, “But I’m gonna be late if I don’t go now.”
“Just skip it, Lucky.” He offered, tugging at the shirt she still wore from last night.
“We’ll go out again tonight. A class or two ain’t gonna stop that.”11:03am.Trying to open the door as quietly as she could was a great difficulty. A slow, gradual push with her hands still forced a slight creak to the aged door. A lucky enough shot gave her a seat in the back of the classroom, but careful eyes were still on her from the front of the class.
Classroom.
The Bellefonte Academy.
The second she sat, she dragged the wordless book open to the next available page. A pen hit the paper, but notes were hardly on the agenda.12:01pm.“If you put half as much effort into your theoretical studies as you did your practical courses, you wouldn’t have anything to worry about. We know you barely graduated high school this year; that's something you should have learned from.”
That same classroom.
The Bellefonte Academy.
Called after class, Lucy stood with her arms folded, books pressed to her chest. She hardly wanted to offer the fact that there wasn’t a single line of text in them. That seemed like the incorrect answer to give. Silence worked better.
“You know what you’re doing when you’re working. We understand that. And no one’s saying you aren’t skilled. But...”
There was always a but at the end of a set of complements. She tilted her head to the side a fraction.
“Those marks will only carry you for so long if you keep slacking in your theory.”
She still found that hard to believe.4:47pm.It was never really busy in the studio. Though the work in Art theory was practically deafening, the difference here was ridiculous. Despite the rhythmic flow of painting at any given moment, when her phone started ringing, she knew she had no choice but to rush to answer it. A yellow paint-drenched hand collided with the device, her thumb leaving a print against the glass.
Art studio.
The Bellefonte Academy.
“Dad? Shit, you’re up early... I mean, I know ten in the morning in Australia isn’t totally early, but it’s early for you.”
“Just working on the same stuff, yeah.”
And then she laughed; “No, I don’t wanna come home. You think after a few years you’d stop asking.”
“I’ll visit though, sure. For the holidays or whatever. For you and mum and my sisters. It’s not like I can ask you guys to come all the way out here. Graduation a few months back was enough; it’s not the cheapest trip in the bloody world.”11:11pm.Confident steps strode to the entrance, holding out identification before it was even asked for. It was always asked for, and being prepared was a learned experience. Tampering with the ink beneath something so perfectly pressed wasn’t as hard as it seemed in the slightest. It might have taken time, but it was a second nature flip to change the year of birth by now.
Club District.
Kalispell, Montana.
It worked without a hitch. Just like last night. Just like every other night she’d tried it.
"You've only gotta be eighteen to drink where I grew up in Australia," Every time she went out, it was the same line, "For all the lax you seppo's have, you think you'd drop the twenty-one limit down a little too."
When she made it to the bar, she folded her arms against the top. The second the girl across the bar asked what she wanted, she was leaning in confidently; "What do you reckon?"2:34am.“Fine, you can sleep over.” Lucy declared, almost lazily. She helped the body of the girl she barely recognised down to the single bed they’d have to share. At least, that was the theory. But arms curled around hers and tried to drag her forward at an instant.
Dorm room.
The Bellefonte Academy.
“You’ll fit too, I promise.”
“I’m okay.” Lucy reasoned with a laugh. Were it as simple as a pretty blonde dragging her into bed, she might have gone with it. “Couch’s fine with me, love.”
“It’s not gonna kill you to share.” She tried then, playing it off as casually as one could play off any kind of threat of rejection; “You’re not with anyone anymore, anyway.”
Reeling back, the ink manipulator squared her shoulders with a thoughtful sigh. “Go to sleep.” She offered, before she took fast steps out of the room she recognised.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Eddie
AGE GROUP: Twenty-five
EXPERIENCE: You know
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Melbae