[color=slategray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5ED7ABS.gif[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] L U C E C A L D E R[/color] [color=lightgray]L U C E C A L D E R[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup][/CENTER][table][row][sup][h1][color=2c2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][CENTER][color=silver][sub][sub][sup][sub][i]"Whatever doesn't kill you..."[/i][/sub][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color][/CENTER][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][/h1][/sup][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black][color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [sub]Y E A R B O O K P H O T O[/sub] [color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/color] [color=lightgray]▅▅▅▅▅▅ [sub]Y E A R B O O K P H O T O[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub] [img]https://images.summitmedia-digital.com/cosmo/images/2021/05/24/army-of-the-dead-2-1621857246.jpg[/img] [sub][sup][h3][b][color=black][color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [sub]S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y[/sub] [color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/color] [color=lightgray]▅▅▅▅▅ [sub]S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub] [sub][COLOR=darkgray]Lucille 'Luce' Amanda Calder[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]January 27[sup]th[/sup], 2005[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]18[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Caucasian[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]Single[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Female[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Asexual[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]Houston[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]British Columbia[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Canada[/COLOR][/sub][/center] [INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]B U I L D[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Lean[/i] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]H A I R C O L O U R[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]White-Blonde[/i] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]E Y E C O L O U R[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Dark Brown[/i] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]H E I G H T[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]5'-5"[/i] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]W E I G H T[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]103 lbs[/i] [COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]S K I N T O N E[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Caucasian[/i][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] M O T I V A T I O N S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray]Haunted by PTSD and survivor's guilt, Lucille has retreated inwardly, putting up frosty walls to prevent anyone from getting too close and revealing - or forcing her to confront - her trauma. She understands that P.R.C.U. is a great opportunity, far outweighing any prospects she had in Houston, but she needs to overcome her emotional damage before she can begin to truly heal.[/color][/sup] [sub][b][color=darkgray] G O A L S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray]Lucille has agreed to attend P.R.C.U. for the opportunities it offers, for both her short-term and long-term prospects. She is aware that she needs professional help to deal with her trauma, and P.R.C.U. is well-equipped to support her with this; she also knows the university is the best place in the world to begin understanding her capabilities, push her personal development, and secure a successful and lucrative future. [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]N O T E S[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]N O T E S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color] TBD[/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT] [COLOR=2C2C2C][SUP]_________________________________________________________[/SUP][/COLOR][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [COLOR=GRAY][indent]A Canada Native, Lucille hails from Houston BC, a small mining and forestry town which sees an influx of ecotourism throughout the year. Growing up the youngest child to a single mother of 3, she had few prospects afforded to her; she didn't fare well in school, her brothers were ambivalent to her social failings, and her mother, though meaning well, was simply too overworked and exhausted to properly parent her only daughter. It looked like, unless fate graced her with some great serendipitous incident, she would grow, live, and die in Houston BC. It would seem, then, that fate is in possession of a cruel sense of humour. Fate did indeed visit upon Lucille, but it brought with it calamity, not providence. On a family camping trip - the cheapest way their mother could provide a 'vacation' for the kids - a particularly stormy night brought disaster upon them. Weakened trees from small wildfires finally gave way beneath the force of the storm, and came crashing down directly on their tents. Lucille's brothers were both killed immediately, crushed and speared. Her mother was trapped, both legs broken and pinned beneath a tree. Only Luce was free, but she by no means emerged unscathed; she had escaped being utterly pulverized by the tree-trunk, but errant branches had gored her through, puncturing a lung, her stomach, and unknown to Lucille, her heart; yet she felt no pain, her movement was barely hindered, and she continued to breath and pump blood and walk without severe issue all the way back into town and to the fire station. Her journey allowed emergency workers to mobilize and save her mother - but in the aftermath, it also revealed to Luce and the town that she was far from the normal, unassuming girl she had resigned herself to being. She was a [i]hype[/i], and such a designation came with its own connotations and assumptions. Lucile struggled with survivor's guilt and agoraphobia following her incident, and her mother struggled with losing her sons and receiving only a controversial discovery about her daughter in return. Eventually, it was agreed that the resources she needed were not available to her in Houston; the only place for her was P.R.C.U., and she found herself quickly enrolled and awaiting the ferry in St. Rupert. [/indent][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][sub][b][color=darkgray] H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || H Y P E R - A D A P T I V E S U R V I V A B I L I T Y[/color][/b][/sub] [SUB][COLOR=2C2C2C]__[/COLOR][color=darkgray][b]PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION[/b] ||[/COLOR] ESOTERIC[/SUB] [SUB][COLOR=2C2C2C]__[/COLOR][color=darkgray][b]SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION[/b] ||[/COLOR] DYNAMIC[/SUB] [INDENT]Lucille's hype-gene has mutated specifically alongside her immune system and fight-or-flight response. When presented with physical trauma or sudden terror, before adrenaline floods her blood supply, a unique secondary hormone produced by her hype-gene is secreted from her adrenal glands. This hormone first blocks the receptors at her nerve endings, completely shutting down the nervous system pain response and instead replacing any incoming trauma signals with a direct signal to the endocrine system to produce further and further adrenaline. Then, mutated hype-adrenaline bonds with her muscles and completely replaces the aerobic/anaerobic respiration function, eliminating lactic acid build-up and allowing indefinite function without exhaustion. Finally, the bonded hype-gene hormone and mutated adrenaline flood her skull cavity, pass through the pia mater into the blood vessels of the brain, and signal the activation of an extremely intense, subconscious form of auto-bio-kinesis. This bio-kinesis allows Lucille's lower-level brain functions to take over the immune system response, and enable the rewiring of muscles, organs, blood supply systems, and bones on-the-fly to adapt to endure any and all incoming trauma without ceasing overall bodily function. Once trauma has ceased or the threat has been escaped, the hormone stops signalling, and the mutated adrenaline floods the immune system entirely. The body then expedites the recovery of injury, drawing adrenaline from its various appendages and organs in order to facilitate quickened recovery while allowing maximum up-time of the unconscious bio-kinesis to aid natural physical recovery - and finally, the adrenaline is purged from the brain entirely, shutting off the bio-kinesis and being disseminated as the final healing 'booster'. All these processes combined result in Luce being able to sustain intense physical trauma well above and beyond what would be typically fatal for a human, without feeling pain, losing motor or organ function, or slowing or shutting down - and then being able to recover from the trauma to full-functioning capacity at an increased rate after-the-fact.[/indent] [sub][b][color=darkgray] L I M I T A T I O N S || AMPUTATION, INCINERATION, IMMOBILIZATION[/color][/b][/sub] [INDENT]While Lucille's ability makes her incredibly difficult to permanently put down, there are limits to the damage she is able to repair. Amputation of any limb will require surgical intervention to reattach; Luce is not able to re-grow missing limbs or hold it in place and heal the separation. Complete incineration of flesh also stymies the healing process. Finally, while Lucille is able to survive catastrophic amounts of physical trauma, she is afforded very little additional strength, and methods to incarcerate or immobilize most people will work just as well on her. In short, while Luce can survive with extreme aptitude, amputation, cremation, or incarceration are effective ways to eliminate her from any active situation, or kill her completely.[/indent] [sub][b][color=darkgray] W E A K N E S S E S || YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE HEAD (OR MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE)[/color][/b][/sub] [INDENT]Lucille's ability to adapt and survive hinges on the mutated hype-gene hormone and adrenaline combination reaching her brain and activating her latent bio-kinetic powers. This bio-kinesis is then run subconsciously without active control by Lucille. Without the brain, there is no bio-kinesis - so a sure-fire way to kill Luce is to remove the head, or destroy the brain. Additionally, while Lucille is almost purpose-built to weather injury, her power does little against [i]mental[/i] trauma, as evidenced by the lasting emotional scars from her fateful camping trip. She possesses a heavy fear of forests and woodland, especially densely-treed areas, and suffers from agoraphobia, worsening as she leaves urban and city developments. She's also shouldering an unhealthy amount of remorse and self-blame alongside the grief for her brothers, born from survivor's guilt and her mother's difficulties with her after the incident.[/indent][/INDENT][/COLOR] [COLOR=2c2c2c][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/cell][/row][/table][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT] [COLOR=GRAY][indent][sub][b][color=darkgray]Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?[/color][/b][/sub] [indent]Luce shifted uncomfortably in her seat, crossed arms seeming to constrict tighter across her chest and her fists gripping tight enough to turn her knuckles white. She looked straight down, avoiding the gaze of her therapist, Dr Gila Mercia. "Nightmare." She finally offered, after several seconds of silence indicated that she wasn't going to escape without answering. "Of course; nightmares have a way of surfacing those things we're often using sleep to [i]avoid.[/i]" Dr. Mercia replied, marking something down on the notepad in front of her. "And what is this nightmare about?" Luce looked even more uncomfortable, and her eyes started darting around the room, looking for anything to distract or divert, anywhere but the patient, staring eyes of her doctor. "Lucille, if you don't talk to me, none of this is going to work." "Forest." She answered, very quickly. "Always the forest." Gila nodded, and made some more notes.[/indent] [sub][b][color=darkgray]A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?[/color][/b][/sub] [indent]Lucille shook her head, her hair juddering side-to-side as she shook in short, sharp motions. Dr. Mercia watched her carefully, no hint of judgement or unkindness in her eyes. Luce eventually stopped, and then there was a tangible moment of consideration and dawning realization. "Help. [i]Have[/i] to help." Luce answered, with a grounded assurance that was rare to hear from her. "[i]Have[/i] to help?" Gila prodded, making a quick note on the paper. "Why [i]have[/i] to, Lucille? Why do you feel obligated?" Luce nodded slowly, clearing her throat and taking even, measured breaths. "[i]I[/i] was a disheveled stranger. [i]I[/i] needed help. Can't turn someone else away." Dr. Mercia put her pen down momentarily, smiling at Luce over the rim of her glasses. Luce managed eye contact. "Very good, Lucille. That's a very noble perspective."[/indent] [sub][b][color=darkgray]A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?[/color][/b][/sub] [indent]"I guess...follow the instructions?" Luce offered, uncertain tones marking the edges of her voice. She was struggling to handle the concept emotionally, even the mere idea of an incident on-campus troubling her. P.R.C.U. was meant to be a sanctuary, a safe haven where she could learn and heal - the thought of that safety being shattered loomed over her and cast deep shadows across her mind. "I can sense you're finding the idea distressing, Lucille. What specifically about the situation upsets you?" "This school is supposed to be [i]safe[/i]." Luce answered, with a good amount of venom behind it. Remorse flashed across her face immediately. Gila gave a small smile of forgiveness. "We all have a part to play in preserving that safety, Lucille." She said, gently. "And you're better equipped than most to weather danger when it arises." Luce took a deep breath, steadying herself and forcing her turbulent mind to be quiet. "You're right." She said, with convincing finality. "I'd help. I'd do whatever I can to help."[/indent][/indent][/COLOR][/color] [INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]S U P P O R T I N G C A S T[/sub][/color] [color=lightgray]▅ [sub]S U P P O R T I N G C A S T[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][INDENT][SUB][table][row][color=2c2c2c] [sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][table=bordered][row][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTxigzwMRJ5jSUafVf983HtaEdALo5d53Z02A&usqp=CAU[/img] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color][/row][row][cell=active][color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [i]"Accepting you need help is the first step to healing."[/i] [color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/center][/cell][cell][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] D R . G I L A M E R C I A , P h D || P S Y C H I A T R I C T H E R A P I S T[/color] [color=WHITE]D R . G I L A M E R C I A , P h D || P S Y C H I A T R I C T H E R A P I S T[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT]Lucille's therapist, Dr. Gila Mercia holds a doctorate in Psychology from the University of Toronto, and now works at P.R.C.U. in a combination research and therapeutic role. She acts as a weekly psychiatrist with many of the college's troubled students, and also leads research into the psychology of hyper-humans and how the manifestation of abilities in adolescence impacts psychological development. A patient, compassionate woman, she is committed to the health of her patients, and Luce is no exception.[color=666666]▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.[/color][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/cell][/row][/table][/SUB][/INDENT]