Lucy James

[Lucy James]

NAME: Lucy Imogen James
NICKNAME: Lucky
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Unsure
POSITION: Bellefonte Student
FACE CLAIM: Kaya Scodelario

POWER: Power Mimicry

Lucy has the ability to mimic someone else's powers. Most of the time, contact is required to "copy" the other power, but she can get better at this with training. She doesn't necessarily control when she copies, and when she doesn't either, which has left her feeling rather uneasy about touching others. The length of time the ability is copied depends on how well rested she is. The more exhausted or tired she is, the less amount of time she will manage to copy it. But it's always temporary. She can only copy one power at the time (Unless the person she copies from has two)

LIMITATIONS & SIDE-EFFECTS:

• The side effects depends entirely on what ability she mimics as she copies their side effects and limitations as well. She also copies the level of their power, as in, she cannot be stronger or weaker, she copies the power directly, including the drawbacks and level of strength.
  
• Have a time-limit for how long she can mimic powers and is limited to one power at a time. (Unless the person she copies from has two) She cannot copy powers such as power immunity.

POWER: Power Sensing

Lucy has the ability to sense the presence of powers within other mutants, which makes her able to pick the power she would like to mimic rather than getting one by random (in theory, anyways).

LIMITATIONS & SIDE-EFFECTS:

• This is an active power she cannot turn off. She will always feel the presence of powers which can result in headaches and migraines.
  
• Is limited to distance, as she can only sense the powers of people close by and not far away. She is limited to approximately 30 feet.
  
• She's better at recognizing powers she has been in contact with more often, as opposed to new ones
  

Trigger Warning:

Language, drug abuse, self harm, dark/heavy content.

--So, I might have some issues. Who the fuck doesn't?

--So, I might be angry. Who the fuck isn't?

I was one of those adorable children, acting in commercials that everyone think is super adorable, and want their children to look like. I mean, sure, the fame was cool and all -- not that I can remember much of it, but you know. My dad bailed before I was born. That fucking coward probably couldn't get out the door fast enough -- my mom doesn't like talking about him, and frankly, I don't even care. I take after my mom in looks. I have dark hair that curls slightly, and it reaches far down my back. My eyes are blue, those I got from my good for nothing dad. I'm also taller than my mom; around 5'7, and much, much slimmer than her. I weight around 126 pounds, whereas she could be considered... Whatever.

My acting career ended when I was about twelve or so. Those assholes didn't want me anymore. Called me washed away. I didn't need 'em. I didn't need anyone. I might have acted out on stage, but who cares about details, right? They deserved everything they got. So what if I started popping pills -- I got them from that wom-- whatever. Seriously. Who cares. I sure as hell don't. I'm better without them.

I've been to rehab. Several times. My mother and my siblings couldn't handle me apparently. I wasn't that out of control. I can quit whenever I want. Why would I though? Life as a sober woman sucks balls. At least the damn drugs offer some escape from this horrible piece of shit we call life. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm trailer thrash? Yep, born and raised in a trailer park. Whop-fucking-doo.

Yeah, I never had a great relationship with my family either. They think I have issues. They are the fucking issue. Everyone is. Every damn person. I hate them all. I wish they'd just all stay away from me. I can handle myself. I can take care of myself. I always have, and I probably always will.

Without going too far into details, I had a dark period. Shit didn't exactly pan out for me. I was just unlucky. It's not like I'm out of control or something. Nah. I know what I'm doing. I'm looking out for myself and enjoying the ride, you know? But yeah, dark. I think you can imagine without me spelling it out for you. It wasn't pleasant, and it wasn't pretty either.

I might have gotten expelled a few times, but so what. I don't need school. It's not like a trailer trash wannabe like me is going to become anything anyways. I'll probably end up just like my mom, with several kids, unable to keep a job -- or a man, and die where I belong -- in the trash. She wishes anyways. I was going to become something big. I wanted to get out of there, and see the world. That was the plan. So, I ran away from home. Just me and the road. I went to the big city. I was gonna make it big time. Who needs school for that?

Living on the streets at such a young age wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Running away from the cops (and even getting caught a few times), struggling to get money for food... Man, I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. Luckily, I made some great friends. Friends I still have to this day. Only fucking people I can trust too. I had a new life. A goal. A plan.

Had being the key word. Everything changed when I manifested. Right before my seventeenth birthday, I seemed to have gotten more than my father's eyes. I got his genes. And not the good ones, either. Those recruiters showed up, and that was the end of my life on the streets.

So, here I am. At this stupid school, filled with these freaks. They don't know about my stash. They thought they had taken them all away, but I'm smart. Bet they don't know that either. I don't care. Not about them, not about this. Not about anything. They can all burn in hell for all I care. And they will. Just wait and see.

Do you know what it feels like, being able to copy anybody's power? No, I bet you don't. You probably think it's super cool and that it makes me really powerful, but honestly? It's stressful. I can't control it -- or, I can, but not very well. It rarely happens just like that, but rather when I touch someone... I can't always turn it off or stop it from happening and I fucking hate it. I don't want to be a freak.

I want to be normal. But that can never happen. Can it?


SAMPLE: No.

USERNAME: Queen Mel.

AGE GROUP: 22.

EXPERIENCE: A few years now.

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[Lucy James]

NAME: Lucy Imogen James
NICKNAME: Lu
AGE: 20, January 4th, 1998
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student

POWER: Aside from getting a better grasp at her ability, not much has changed.


Life has been... Hectic. There's been so many changes in my life the past three years. Do you remember that I used to be that little spitfire with anger issues? Well, I still am. Although, I don't do nearly as many drugs now as I did before. I've kind of, somewhat, been cleaning up my act. I'm now in college, studying music, dance and drama. I mostly do it for the dancing part, but the rest is fun too, ya know?

Taylor and I, even though we weren't really a couple, ended. It was painful and it was a disaster. Although I'd never openly admit it, he was part of why I wanted to change in the first place. I guess you could say that he was one of the people who saved me.

I really cared about him, but as life proves over and over again, not everything works out. He had to leave and go back to Ireland during the second year due to his father passing away, and that was that.

But it isn't all bad. At least not anymore. I still care about him and there's always going to be that question remaining, "what if?". But, I've moved on to new things.