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Lucia Sinclair
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Stable, warm, and kind to others, but wary of strangers.
  3. Morale
    Somewhat depressed and numb, but trying to hang onto hope.
  4. Date of birth
    1991-11-01 (31 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Born in Russia- raised mostly in Jackson Hole, Wyoming
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
    Russian, Native American
  8. Languages
    English, Broken Chernarussian- accent comes out when particularly stressed, Spanish
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Brother- Kaden Petrovka; where abouts unknown.
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    162 cm
  2. Weight
    57 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Blonde with various colors when she has dreds
  5. Eyes
    Misty Blue
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Large tattoo of a red koi fish on her back. Black ring shaped tattoo circling her left ring finger.
  8. Equipment
    Medical supplies; spiritual "tools"
  9. Occupation
    Art Curator- former nurse and Spanish translator.
  10. Affiliation
    New Storvick
  11. Role
    Medical and Spiritual Support to the community; very interested in researching the paranormal.


The first thing to hit her senses was the smell of lilacs. Lucia loved the smell of freshly blooming lilacs. With her eyes still closed, she consumed the sounds around her. The wind gently rustling through the beautiful trees in the courtyard, the canciones of native birds in flight. It all seemed like a corny fairy tale or perhaps a Disney movie, but it was real. Her wedding day had finally arrived.

‘What a gorgeous day for a wedding,’ she thought as the sun tickled and radiated off her serene face. While she may have looked serene on the outside, inside she was still a bundle of excited nerves. Not quite frenzied or frantic, but not entirely stress free either. It had taken her and her assistant several months to put together the perfect venue, menu, flowers, and dress for today. She had never imagined herself married to be honest. But she and Liam were like two kindred spirits, quirky, yet grounded. They simply “got” each other in a way neither of them could understand, or even wanted to try to conceptualize.

Even still, who would have imagined that meeting Liam in the gallery would lead to this day. When they met, she had been working at the Galerie Cesty ke Chernogorska as a curator of the modern art pieces displayed there. It was a lovely gallery, based on the Galerie Cesty ke světlu, a Prague based gallery of modern art. The Chernarussian government had even opted to keep part of the mother gallery’s name in recognition. Their pieces were unique and quite intriguing. Some even said certain pieces had spiritual significance or power. Maybe that is why she and Liam had connected so instantaneously, so irrevocably.

She allowed her mind to wander back to that day…to her first sight of the lanky, bearded young man strolling through the museum, stopping at each piece of unusual art.

Lucia’s sleeping body jerked sharply, painfully as a door rattled and glass shattered somewhere in the bowels of the old building. It took her a minute to pull herself out of the dream and back into wakefulness. And then reality hit her once again with a heavy punch to the gut as it had so many times since the start of this awful war against the undead. She was not peacefully wandering in some beautiful museum. She was wrapped up in an itchy, old blanket on the hard, cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. It was always such a nice dream, a welcome break from the world as it was now. But it was just a dream; a memory from her life…before. This was now. This was hard. This was almost unbearable. She scanned the room quickly for signs of anyone or anything having broken in. Seeing nothing she wrapped the old blanket back around her shivering shoulders. She tried to remember the words and sounds of a Native American song her grandma used to play for her. She could hear her grandmother's words. They were like a warm balm to her soul. 

"Remember my love-May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears. And, above all, may the silence make you strong ..."

A single tear crawled down her face as she sat back against the wall waiting for Liam to return. She looked to hope now to wipe away her tears. She fought to remain strong in this deafening, yet abysmal silence.  Oh Lord how she prayed Liam would be back... and soon.



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Love it! It is a very interesting background 🙂

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Thank you very much @EvilShawarma! Nice of you to drop by 😊

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  • Emerald


Really love your writingstyle! 👍❤️

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@EllieAelders and you know I love, love yours sister 🥰

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16 hours ago, Shiro said:

God! my wish is to meet your character ! 

Oh I'm sure you will! 😉

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