Lucy Charlotte Parker || Unaffiliated || Little Dove
Face-claim: Emily Browning
Age: 23
Occupation: Barista at Heaven&Hell
Nationality/Ethnicity: British+Russian Citizenship // Half English/Half French
Enneagram: 5w6 The Investigator+Peacemaker Alignment: Chaotic Good MBTI: INFP The Mediator
+ Warm, Non-judgemental, Kind
- Reserved, Shy, Cautious
Lucy is a reserved quiet girl. Once she is comfortable with another she peaks out of her rabbit hole. She’s kind-hearted and approachable; to those she knows well at least.This girl may be difficult to befriend due to her cautious and reserved nature and sometimes her rather negative outlook upon herself and her own capabilities but she cares deeply about others. She loves venturing above ground, though risky so she tends to stay close to her home in The Tunnels. She is also a book-worm and English Literature fanatic. You would never really find her near the bars but she will almost seem as though she lives in coffee shops and libraries.
Born in England, Lucy was raised into a half-british, half-french family - at the time she never knew the hardship of war. For nine years, she lived in a middle class society oblivious to the cruelty of the world. However, when the war broke out everything changed. She remembered her childhood clearly; the gasmask she was forced to wear as she was evicted from her home, away from her mother into the countryside to live a more safer life. Her father had already signed up to the war before she could say goodbye. She remembered the home-schooling she received by an upper class woman that had been generous enough to take her into her home and give a roof over her head and food on the table while the war raged outside.
When Lucy grew from a child into a young adolescent, she had already learnt two languages fluently, English and German and was learning a third. She had already decided, if the war still continued when she was fifteen, a year before her legal age, she would join the war effort by becoming a member of British Intelligence in the support of her father and all the other men dying to protect the country. However, there had been news that Russia had been betrayed by Germany, and had switched sides from the Axis to join the Allies, and her father was joining Russia to support the country.
At fourteen, she had ran away from her home in the countryside, returning to her home to say goodbye to her mother, to find that she was already packing her bags - she wanted to enter Russia to be closer to his husband, her father. So they fled. As soon as they had arrived, Lucy was already faking her age, and signing up at fifteen to become a translator for Russian Intelligence in the war. One of the youngest there was. Her education never stopped, and with her well educated childhood and now knowing basic French and Russian she became a valuable member of intelligence, although not as skillful or as fluent as older women, she was the most successful at such a young age. However, a year after deciphering the war had come to an end. Shortly after, her father had arrived home safe. They were a family again. Lucy stayed in the NKVD for another year, but left to live a normal life with her parents at seventeen, so she could have the time with them that she had missed due to the outbreak of the war.
She never thought that she would deal with translating and deciphering, but then came Stalin’s death, and the unexpected chaos that followed. They came charging,the secret police, through the streets in the middle of the night. Armed with guns, they blazed through homes. Even now she could still hear the screams from their neighbours as their homes were destroyed, set a blaze, and the sounds of gunfire. Her mother had told her to hide, and with reluctance she did, under the floorboards where their shelter still remained. However, when she heard her father being taken away and her mother’s cries for her husband Lucy fought every urge to come out and run to them. Peering through the gaps in the floorboards, footsteps blocked her vision, and then out of the corner of her eyesight she saw further movement. The sounds of her mother being thrown to the ground was enough for her.
After a while of what sounded like her mother’s struggles against another man, there was a loud gunshot that pierced her ears. Before long, blood seeped through the cracks toward her, the warm liquid dripping onto her face. After the noise of her mother’s cries had become silent, and there was the slow movement of a lifeless body being dragged away, with the footsteps of the police fading she quickly slipped out of her hiding place, and when she stepped onto her home the first thing she saw was blood. It caked the walls, and the floorboards she had just came from, it was her mother’s blood still warm on her face. Then - she saw outside the door. People lined up on their knees. One of them was her father, still alive. Lucy knew she had to run but she couldn’t leave her father. Sneaking up quietly to the doorway all she could do was watch. She was unable to do anything, unable to save him. When the gun was pressed against the back of her father’s skull she instinctively rushed out into the crowd, but was pushed back by red army soldiers. She fell, and by the time she stumbled to her feet there was another gunshot - multiple all at once, her ears were ringing for several minutes. She knelt there, watching the blood pour down the cracks between the cobblestones, her father’s lifeless bloodshot eyes seemed to look straight at her.
After that, she ran. And by absolute chance, she found a way into the tunnels, which soon became her home. Her only home. However, the memories of what happened still haunted her, still fresh on her mind; the blood she found herself covered in, could never be washed off no matter how many times she scrubbed at her skin. She believed that the cure to ending the night terrors that still followed her, and the depersonalisation she constantly experienced, was to join the growing rebellion and fight back. Not by violence, but the only way she knew best. Counterintelligence. Lucy wanted peace, an end to the bloodshed, and a socialist country where everyone was free. However, she was unaware of the rivalry between undercover crime syndicates within the tunnels, and when she would discover it, there would be the fear that she would enter a situation she would not be able to get out of - one that may not entail a happy ending, but one filled with a familiar path of bloodshed.
