Post by Lucy Maggie Stevens on Jul 21, 2010 16:38:08 GMT -5
Full name: Lucy Maggie Stevens
Age: Twenty-Two
Birthday: June 16th, 1988
Experience: Expert
Riding Interest: Jumping
Favorite Breed: Arabian
Appearance: Lucy has a very small body type. She stands at only 5’4 and only weighs a petite 98 pounds. The doctors worry about her weight, but she insists she is healthy and won’t listen to any doctor’s advice. She has long brown hair that comes just past her shoulders and she usually pins up in a pony tail. Her hair is wavy, and she doesn’t usually worry about straightening it or styling it at all. Her style is usually laid back, but she enjoys going for a more country look since she enjoys plaid a lot. Her eyes are a dark brown that is deep and enchanting, a lot of people get lost in them, but that just annoys her and she usually has to look away after somebody has been looking at her eyes. Her skin is smooth and a very light shade that is hardly tanned. Her make-up is usually worked up of a more classic and natural look.
Original or Canon: Canon
Face Claim: Kate Voegele
Staff Location: Riding Instructor
Likes: (at least 3)
- riding
- training
- teacher kids
- playing with animals
- dogs
- being free
- horses
- the wilderness
- talking to people who want to listen
- helping kids
- relating her life to others
Dislikes: (at least 3)
- being controlled
- cooped up
- indoors
- told no
- rejection
- drugs
- abusive families
- animal abuse
Personality Traits:
- Shy
- Quite
- Fun
- Scared
- Unsociable
- Friendly
- Helpful
- Listener
- Rude
- Obedient
- Understanding
Family Tree:
- Father: Daniel Lee Stevens • 54 • prison
- Mother: Rachael Eve Murray • 50 • beautician
- Siblings: n/a
- Other: name • age • job
Hometown: Weed California
History:
Lucy was a small child, born prematurely to a mother who hadn’t been expecting a child. It was a miracle she was born in the first place. Daniel loved Rachael, but nobody had been able to tell Daniel she didn’t feel the same way about him. So when she announced that she was pregnant to him, he was very happy and wanted her to keep it. She felt obliged to do what he wanted, because the sex was too good, and she didn’t want to lose that. So, they had a child. It wasn’t too late after the child was born when Rachael discovered she couldn’t handle it. When Lucy was only 18 months old, Rachael left her and her father.
Lucy hadn’t ever known her mother, so she didn’t mind at all. Daniel was devastated though, only finding a note on the front door one morning, he blamed everything on Lucy. Lucy had been the reason he had lost the women he loved, the not clearly stated “I can’t handle a child.” Daniel took it as Lucy had been too much and not a good thing. He regretted having Rachael have the child in the first place, now he has was stuck. He would be forced to care for something that had ruined his life. Every day he called Rachael, begging for her to come back and they could put the child up for adoption.
When Lucy was three years old, her mother finally returned. This time, she came back looking for Daniel and her daughter, she wanted to be with them, or so she thought. Daniel was finally happy, and for the years of the past he had been taking out his anger on his only daughter, he stopped. Lucy had a happy family, but Rachael still wasn’t satisfied. The attention was too much on her daughter and she couldn’t handle not being the center of attention. He was somebody who begged for attention, when Lucy was five, she left her again. This time though, it was for good, and she would only be heard from once in the future.
Daniel was out raged he had let this happen. When he found yet another note he started beating his daughter, and this time it was worse. He raped her and told her that was how a boy and girl showed each other they loved each other. He told her that since he was her daddy, she had to love him, so she needed to show him. Her only being five years old, didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever given her the keep your body to yourself talk, so she let her daddy touch her wherever he pleased and however he pleased. He probably didn’t realize it then, he probably wouldn’t care if he had, but he was scarring her for the rest of her life. When he would throw her into a wall and yell at her, hit her and push her to the ground then go out with his buddies, he was showing her that love was painful, and that if she loved somebody, they would hurt her.
She missed a lot of school. Telling the teachers stories like she had fallen down the stairs when in reality, her house didn’t have stairs, her dad had just thrown her to the ground then kicked her multiple times. She told the school she was sick, when she had been laying in bed not being able to move because she was so bruised. The school, blew it off at first, figuring it was just a young kid that had no idea how important school was and that she was just skipping school, telling her parents she had a fever.
In middle school is when the school started to get suspicious. Lucy was withdrawn, she never seemed to talk to other students, she kept to herself and kept quite. Teachers talked to her about how important school was, and how her missing it wasn’t ok. In 6th grade, when they talked about sex, everything seemed to become clearer. They kept telling her, well, her class, that sex wasn’t love. Sex did not mean love. Sex was what you did with one person in your life, to make a commitment to them. You had sex with one person that you wanted to be with forever. She loved her daddy, but he made her do things that she didn’t need to do. She made up her mind that day, that she was going to tell a teacher, but she chickened out.
She lived with the abuse for 3 more years, until she was a freshman in high school. She had two friends, and they both talked about how they weren’t ready for sex. They asked Lucy if she had ever had sex before, and she didn’t know what to say. Yes she had, but should she tell them? What would they think? She nodded her head slowly, and they both asked who. She bit her lip and they kept pressuring her about it. She told them she didn’t want to talk about it and got up and left. Part of her really wanted to tell, the other part didn’t want to know what her dad would do to her if she did.
Only three days later, she broke down and she told them. She told them her father had been raping her since she was five and that he beat her a lot too. The girls were shocked and went to the school counselor. Within that day, Lucy was called in to confirm the story. Of course, her father denied it when asked, so Lucy had to go into the doctor’s for the only fifth time in her life. She went in and had to tell them everything that went on. They checked and it came up positive.
Child Protection Services immediately took her away from her father. They let the courts handle his case, hoping her would be thrown into prison for a good long time. They contacted Rachael, and for probably the first time in Lucy’s life, she actually saw her mother, and got to see what she looked like. Rachael seemed nice, and Lucy liked her. She liked the idea she would be safe at her mother’s house. So, she stayed there, it only lasted a year. Her mother was an angry drunk, who constantly yelled at Lucy about how she had ruined her life and everything good about it. This time, Lucy didn’t want the abuse, everybody that was supposed to love her hurt her. She was tired of being hurt and she was scared of people. She told the school, and they deemed it necessary to send Lucy to Willow Brooke.
When she first arrived she was less than bored at the idea of having to bond with a horse. But, not everything in life is bad. She arrived to find out that her horse had come from a broken past as well. She had been abused as a horse, something she was way against. She became best friends with her, spending nearly every day and every second of every day with her, if it weren’t for the things she had to do, like going to bed and classes, she would have spent every second with her.
One day, somebody else caught her eye though. Mark, the owner’s son. He didn’t catch her eye because he had money and power, he caught her eye because he was nice. She had spent her whole life scared of males, and somehow, he was able to draw her out of her shell. When it came time for Lucy to graduate, she couldn’t. She stayed, she looked for a job, and became a riding instructor with her expert skills of riding. She is looking for more horses to take care of as she has fallen in love with the creatures.
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Venus (on chatbox venusmari95)
Age: 15
Years of RP Experience: 3+
Other Characters: Charles Peter Richardson
RP Sample:
Vanessa had always been the perfect child. She knew it all too well, she was the perfect little child that her parents always cherished and everybody was always looking out for. She used and abused the fact that her parents had money. She took advantage of it like a child takes advantage of a gift card to the candy shop. If somebody caught her in the bleacher’s smoking something her parents’ wouldn’t approve of, she would give them a hundred and tell her parents she spent it on clothes. They would simply tell their parents they saw her at a study group with some friends at dairy queen. Her parents always bought that type of stuff.
This problem wasn’t something she could pay somebody off with though. This was something she was probably going to have to confront her parents with. She would have to tell them, and she would be all alone. Something she had always been scared of. She hated being alone. Being alone against her parents would be the worst, she had led them for so long to believe she was perfect, and now she would have to tell them the truth. That she had made a mistake and that she wanted to do something they wouldn’t approve of. She had asked her mom before, what would happen if she were to be pregnant, her mother insisted she would get an abortion and nothing else would come from it. Nobody in the town would know their quite little secret, it would be just a small secret and everybody would go on their lives as if nothing happened.
Now, as she held the pregnancy test in her hand, she wasn’t sure she would be able to do that. This was her mistake, and she couldn’t just get rid of it and pretend it never happened. Even if the baby had only been inside her for a month, or maybe only a few weeks, she wanted to keep it. She knew at seventeen she probably wouldn’t be capable of caring for a child. Not alone, she didn’t even know who the father of the child would be. But she couldn’t just the kill the thing inside of her like nothing mattered.
She wiped her eyes as the word on the test became blurred. Even blurred, she could tell it clearly read Pregnant. There was no denying it now. She knew it had to be one of four men. She had only slept with four men since her last period. It had to be one of them, if it was Joe, he wouldn’t care, and maybe Deven would support her. Kevin definitely wouldn’t, he was more interested in the drugs then the sex, and he hadn’t ever been in a relationship for as much as she knew. Now, Josh, he would definitely support her, maybe she should just tell him it was his and he would believe her and support her through this. But what if the baby didn’t look like him?
She sat on her toilet crying. She put the pregnancy test back in the box. She might need it depending on which guy she decided to tell was his. She slowly got up off her toilet, walking into her room. It was huge, but she felt like she didn’t deserve it. She took the box and put it in her underwear drawer, burying it in her hundreds of thongs. She wept back over to her king sized bed that was dwarfed in the size of her room. So many memories here, but right now they all haunted her. Then it was just fun and games, she didn’t think any of that kind of stuff could happen to her. She wouldn’t ever get an STD. She was too smart to get pregnant, the pregnancy test hiding in her dresser said otherwise.
As she sat on her bed she wished she had somebody to talk to about this. She had been such a bitch in her recent years, she had lost all friends she could talk to. She only had maybe three friends, they were all guys. All of which, were friends because of two things, sex and drugs. They gave her drugs, she gave them sex. None of them she could talk to about anything like this. She couldn’t talk about it to anybody, she was scared and alone. She broke down in tears, crying, trying to figure out who she could tell and if her parents’ were one of them. Her thoughts came to a sudden halt when she a heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” she yelled as she ran over to her mirror and tried to take a deep breath. “What’s going on?” Her mother’s voice rang through the door. Crap.
