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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Suki Waterhouse

full name: Lucie Odette Newman

nickname(s) / goes by: Lou

pronouns & gender: cis woman & she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birth date: January 3rd, 1992

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: Local (grew up in Merrock but has been gone 10+ years with sporadic and brief visits. Returned November 2023)

housing: Rural countryside

occupation:photographer and guitarist

work place: N/A

family: member of the Newman family

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

Lou is a bit of a storm. She rolls in, sets things on their head, and blows on out. She’s outgoing and impulsive and passionate. Her brand of hard work can be all-consuming as she wastes nights and weekends in the pursuit of perfection. Within all of this, she’s deeply afraid of connection and has spent much of her adult life running away from commitment. Learning to sit with herself and with those she loves is something she is still very much working on.

WRITTEN BY: Kate (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: death, drugs.

In the chaos of an ever expanding family there was a simplicity and beauty in capturing it in a photograph. Lucie’s first moments are imprinted on polaroids and tucked in a baby book. (One of many lining the Newman family shelves.) She was born in the middle, tossed between the noise of older siblings, and the movement of younger ones. And always there were the family portraits. They were ever expanding at first as siblings were added through the years, but stabilized abruptly when Lou’s mother passed. She doesn’t have memories of the woman, but she has pictures.

If the Newman household was in flux, then Lou was in the middle of it. She wanted to have her thumbs in all the pies. If her brothers were tossing a ball around she wanted a few passed her way, if her sister was playing dress up she wanted to be the model. Her father affectionately called her ‘underfoot’ as every time he turned around she was there. And these tendencies did drive her teachers a bit off the deep end in schooling. She was notoriously hard to wrangle and jumping from subject to subject without focus. If they could compliment her on one thing it was the friendships she could ripen within an afternoon.

In the midst of all this, her two passions were music and photography. The former she cultivated from her mother’s old record collection, spun in the evenings when she couldn’t quite get her mind to slow down. The later grew from a camera she dusted off one holiday. The lens that she turned on her siblings. In no time at all her subjects expanded. They were the blueberries ripening in summer, or the shoreline tide pools blooming with life, or even the spider crawling up her windowsill.

As she grew, Lou’s antics became less cute. As a teenager she grew less and less interested in schooling. She started to play guitar and drink and attend raves out of town. With so many siblings it was easy to slip under the radar. A night out without a text or call would eventually send her father into tailspin, but it was all a bit of fun before than. That was until the morning she woke up next to one of her good friends and realized they’d passed in the night. There was a potent mixture of alcohol and drugs in their system. Lou called her brother first, then the police. The town grieved and bore their shock in silence. It didn’t set Lou ‘straight’ though, it just set her tunneling into guilt. She did community service and started to dream of a way out of town.

That came after graduation when she packed a suitcase and followed some friends to New York City. She worked all types of dead end jobs for a while, and lived off the energy in the city. Eventually she would fall back onto her roots and find space with photography. A few parties, a few kinetic meetings and something spiraled out in front of her. She traded her apartment for a van and worked on the road. Either through film or photography she would document shows and tours for bands. It was a nomadic existence that suited her energetic lifestyle. Before she could grow bored of Houston she was in Phoenix and so forth. At least once a year she made time to come home to Merrock and be with her siblings. She also sent them extensive postcards and merchandise.

This suited her for a time, for years actually, but things began to unravel when her father fell ill. She was too afraid to come home and be with him and too late at the endpoint. She was driving back to Merrock when the news came of his passing. And his death, set her in the wind. She let her tenuous connections to Merrock deteriorate and her phone calls scatter.

In Lou’s life, all her relationships were flashes in the pan. They were meant to leave her a bit breathless, but also to delve no further than surface level. As she grew, her tolerance for the road’s drama dwindled. It was a young person’s game out there and getting smarted by young band members or roadies no longer sat so well. Waking up after a quarrel with her then partner to find they’d packed up the band and left her at a hotel in Minnesota finally snapped her into focus.

She made a call home, packed up a few bags, and drove back to Merrock. She didn’t have a plan, or a home, or even a sense of where to take her life from here but she knew that if she kept on moving she’d burn herself to nothing. She moved back into her childhood home and set about making a new story.

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