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[color=A9FF7D][sub][i]"P-Please; all I want is to go home..."[/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=A9FF7D][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Lucia Jane Farris[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Female[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]16 Years, 10 Months - November 30th, 1899EC[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Heterosexual / Bisexual[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Asseni- Outskirts of Cologne City[/i][/color]

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[color=A9FF7D][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]As a girl who barely passed conscription, even by her own standards, Lucia holds one of the most frail and fragile bodies out of the entire 15th Atlantic Rifles. Her petite stance is almost laughable by some officer's as she stands only at 5' 2" tall without much room to grow anymore. She's, obviously, an Assen citizen who grew up living with a lower-classed family, so nothing more than the innocence of her smooth skin and brightness of her hair stands out amongst the crowds of unique soldiers and individuals. Her eyes glimmer a unique silvery shine that resonate smoothly with her own hair and pale skin, making her feel more dull in her eyes. To match her personality, it is rare to see her take any stance of power or aggression, usually holding her timidness in the body language she portrays and postures she holds. Whilst she isn't strong by any means, Lucia does have enough strength as such to barely survive what the war is making her do.[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Lucia was one of the freshest recruits to be found in the 15th Atlantic Rifles and definitely holds the shame and fear that one should have. Her mind is almost as scared as her own small body is, shivering at the thoughts of major interactions or having to commit to the many atrocities the war makes them act upon. A true golden girl at heart, she tries her hardest to keep others safe, including the Imperials she is put up against, but does shoot her rifle if her or other people's lives are in danger. It's the only reason the army still keep her amongst the ranks, knowing that she will kill if she had to, despite her morality screaming for her not to. Lucia is as sweet as they come, trying to maintain a weakened but passionate smile throughout all the troubles she could find herself within. Her speciality is to comfort those who need it, but when she is placed in positions of trust and vicious importance she can't help but break down into tears or stressful anxiety. One of the many who shouldn't be serving on the frontlines, she longs for nothing more than to take back her homeland and return to the shack she grew up in, maybe bringing a few friends with her in the process. This acts for her silent determination, shrouded by the fear she always holds.[/i][/color]

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[color=A9FF7D][b]Rank[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Private[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Role[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Rifleman[/i][/color]

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[color=A9FF7D][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]As previously mentioned, she shared the same nationality as that of the ruthless Lieutenant Middleton, residing in Assen before the war broke out. Her life was spent shrouded in poverty and difficulty, but that in itself built a strange determination and ability to keep going through the hardships she had to face, even if it meant crying the entire way. Many nights of lacking food towards the days where the harvest was no better than the previous day's worth encompassed her life and forced her to try and fend for herself amongst the troubles of her families. She was as singer, as such, and spent many of her days and hours travelling to nearby towns and cities to sing in the streets for individuals. Her performance gave her a small reputation as the [b]Angel of Assen[/b], one that made her appearance almost blissful to imagine. The money she gained from her small endeavours actively pushed her to secure a stablility amongst her family and friends that resided alongside her in the small Asseni shack. Eventually, on her thirteenth birthday, she was given the gift of an education as she was sent off to a boarding school in Cologne City. It was here where the world took a turn for the worst, especially for the victimised Lucia.

1911EC came around, the day in which the guns suddenly spiked up. The borders of Assen were rushed by the hundreds of Imperial soldiers as soon as the declaration of war was announced. Thousands died in the first every encounter, especially during the First Crossing of the Maren River, and Lucia was forced to evacuate on her own means. Many caravans heading towards the inner parts of the Federation were set up, but none stopped by the poverty-ridden landscapes of her home. Refusing to back down, Lucia found her own minor confidence to run on her own two feet. It was a grave mistake, one that would further prove that she was not capable of fighting or surviving a war. The Imperial soldiers were faster and managed to get ahead of her. Whilst she was unaware of them slipping by her lengthened journey of several week's walking, her house was found in shambles with only the bodies of her family around. She spent those nights in tears, crying in her old abandoned home, until the Imperials found her.

An act that would forever resonate within her heart, the Imperial Sergeant who found her instantly handed her peacefully over to the Federation in what was known as the 'Trading of the Heart'. Whilst Lucia's name wasn't associated with the event, the sign of temporary peace was definitely a sign that there was still humanity within both sides, even early on in the war. Lucia was slightly aware of how many papers picked up on that symbol of happiness and trust before the guns started blaring again, but it was nothing more than a grim reminder of what she found before the trade-off. The mangled and bloody corpses of her own cold family were enough to tear her apart permanently, causing her to derail and spiral down into a state of decay and disposed happiness. She eventually was set to join the Asseni Refugee Caravan situated where she was traded off to, where she spent the next year or two following the pathway of misconduct and uncertainty. That was until the Federation Government located them one day, reminding them of the low manpower and recruiting every last soldier they could find. Unfortunately for Lucia, she was considered [b]just[/b] the right quota for the frontlines, a place she would scream and cry about for the nightmarish year to come.[/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Mother - Avril Farris [Dead]
Father - Howard Farris [Dead][/i][/color]

[color=A9FF7D][b]Theme Song[/b][/color]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTU0SN3Eb68[/youtube]
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