Lucy Saxon
Jul 3, 2017 21:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 21:08:28 GMT -5
Canon
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Name: Lucy Saxon, nee Cole
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Species: Human, mostly
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Tutor
Character Image
Name: Lucy Saxon, nee Cole
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Species: Human, mostly
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Tutor
Physical Description:
Lucy is a diminutive, retiring person, groomed to be a wife above all else. She stands at 1.63 m (5'4"), and is an attractive blonde woman who certainly looks incredibly innocent. She doesn't seem the sort to countenance sadistic destruction on a global scale, or to murder her own husband.
Funny, isn't it?
Personality:
She's never been particularly bright, and Lucy is well aware of this failing. It would be impossible for her not to know. Not with everyone from teachers, to siblings, to reporters calling her 'dim, but harmless'. She's actually quite clever - if perhaps innocent - when it comes to dealing with people. She's simply never been interested in politics enough for that to matter. It's one of the ways she survived being married to the Master for over a year. She might not be brilliant, but she knows how to be useful. How to surprise, when necessary. That's the thing about being considered useless. People are always surprised when you prove them wrong.
Lucy isn't very emotive, using small gestures to communicate at best. Part of this is from being abused as the Master's wife, and the crushing void that has been filling her since seeing the end of the universe, but it's also part of her quiet personality. Lucy only learned to stand up for herself after a year in Broadfell Prison. Despite her secret imprisonment and farce of a trial, she was more than prepared when her husband's disciples brought him back to life. Both times she shot her husband was in an attempt to regain some sense of agency for herself.
Neither time worked.
She's certain that if they meet again, she'll end up under his sphere of influence all over again. For all that she has a strong sense of self, someone as memorable as the Master leave quite the impression on one's psyche. She alternately loves and hates him, for showing her the truth of the universe and for his treatment of her.
Lucy adores Harry, and probably always will.
She also wants to stay as far away from the Master as conceivably possible. But really, that's just good survival instincts. He's an addiction that will kill her sooner or later.
History:
Lucy is the youngest child of her late father, Lord Cole of Tarminster. She was sent to Rodean School and did passably well there, going on to pursue a course in Italian at St. Andrews. While she'd longed to travel for quite some time, her father's work in the House of Lords kept her closer to home, aside from trips she made as a student athlete.
After graduating, Lucy went on to lead several charitable foundations, as well as to work for a publishing house. She met her husband, Harold Saxon, during a signing for his autobiography Kiss Me, Kill Me. Lucy ended up becoming a large part of his campaign, and a whirlwind romance later, Harry was confessing his plans to her and the truth that he wasn't of this world. He took her in a trip in an amazing machine he called a TARDIS, and she saw... the end of everything. There was so much death. And it was what the universe was going to come to, no matter what they did.
So she consented to his plan, with eyes wide open. After all, what did it matter? IF he brought the humans he saved, turned to cyborgs, and renamed Toclafane, then what did a few lives matter now? They were all doomed anyway. What Lucy hadn't resigned herself to was being treated like an automaton by her husband. It was an act of desperation and resignation that led to her siding with the Doctor. She'd mostly ignored what he and his companions had tried to say over the course of the year, but the sheer brutality her husband was capable of was difficult to process. More than that, she wasn't willing to be alone. For him to swan off with the pinstriped canary and leave her behind. To mean so little, and to be so broken... no, if things were ending, then they were ending on her terms.
So Lucy shot him cold. Her father had ensured that she was a good marksman. Even barely aiming, she found her target.
And then she planned to prevent his further resurrection. Her family's contacts created what should have been a Potion of Death, the exact opposite of his Potion of Life. Lucy had known that she would die in exorcising the devil that was her husband, but it was a death she could accept. Perhaps, in a small way, it could atone for some of the violence and deaths she'd helped cause.
Except it all went wrong. Their life forces were linked together, and Lucy found herself in the ashes of Broadfell ravenous. Her trial had been kept so hushed, so secret, with no actual jury that none questioned her returning to society after a mourning period. Lucy rejoined her family estate and has taken up tutoring. Each time the world has been under attack, she looks for him. For the Doctor, and for the Master. She doesn't know why she's still alive, but she's sure that they are. They have to be.
Addition Medical Information:
Lucy experiences echoes of her husband's symptoms because of the Potion of Death her contacts created linking their life forces.
RP Sample:
Harry was playing with the freak today. Lucy thought she should feel guilty, but she just... couldn't. Couldn't bring that much emotion within herself. Certainly not for another person. When Harry vented with the freak, he didn't come after her. Usually. Sometimes, he forgot that she wasn't as breakable. She'd spent a good number of mornings these days having to walk with Harry's arm as a balance, her hair far too messy for her liking.
And apparently Harry liked it that way.
Master.
She called him that in private, on sparing occasions. Usually when she wanted to distract him from going off about his pet the Doctor. But it had a rather unsavory side effect of Harry, her sweet Harry, drifting further and further away. She knew when she married him that he was a devil in disguise, that she'd been making a contract at the low, low price of her soul. But the contract had been for love too. Or at least, for a bond between them. That he'd protect her, show her the universe. And if he couldn't take her there, then he'd bring it to them.
More and more, that seemed like a lie.
Lucy felt so empty these days. So cold. She missed feeling more than this emptiness, but if she did... if she did, she wouldn't survive this either. No, she had to accept the manner of life she'd chosen. Perhaps there was a way out, some ending that she didn't see. If there was, then she'd be patient and wait.
Mostly, she still called him by the nickname of Harry. He let her, an indulgence she held onto. Hope was so hard to resist, even when it was only the curlings of a dying flame.
Lucy is a diminutive, retiring person, groomed to be a wife above all else. She stands at 1.63 m (5'4"), and is an attractive blonde woman who certainly looks incredibly innocent. She doesn't seem the sort to countenance sadistic destruction on a global scale, or to murder her own husband.
Funny, isn't it?
Personality:
She's never been particularly bright, and Lucy is well aware of this failing. It would be impossible for her not to know. Not with everyone from teachers, to siblings, to reporters calling her 'dim, but harmless'. She's actually quite clever - if perhaps innocent - when it comes to dealing with people. She's simply never been interested in politics enough for that to matter. It's one of the ways she survived being married to the Master for over a year. She might not be brilliant, but she knows how to be useful. How to surprise, when necessary. That's the thing about being considered useless. People are always surprised when you prove them wrong.
Lucy isn't very emotive, using small gestures to communicate at best. Part of this is from being abused as the Master's wife, and the crushing void that has been filling her since seeing the end of the universe, but it's also part of her quiet personality. Lucy only learned to stand up for herself after a year in Broadfell Prison. Despite her secret imprisonment and farce of a trial, she was more than prepared when her husband's disciples brought him back to life. Both times she shot her husband was in an attempt to regain some sense of agency for herself.
Neither time worked.
She's certain that if they meet again, she'll end up under his sphere of influence all over again. For all that she has a strong sense of self, someone as memorable as the Master leave quite the impression on one's psyche. She alternately loves and hates him, for showing her the truth of the universe and for his treatment of her.
Lucy adores Harry, and probably always will.
She also wants to stay as far away from the Master as conceivably possible. But really, that's just good survival instincts. He's an addiction that will kill her sooner or later.
History:
Lucy is the youngest child of her late father, Lord Cole of Tarminster. She was sent to Rodean School and did passably well there, going on to pursue a course in Italian at St. Andrews. While she'd longed to travel for quite some time, her father's work in the House of Lords kept her closer to home, aside from trips she made as a student athlete.
After graduating, Lucy went on to lead several charitable foundations, as well as to work for a publishing house. She met her husband, Harold Saxon, during a signing for his autobiography Kiss Me, Kill Me. Lucy ended up becoming a large part of his campaign, and a whirlwind romance later, Harry was confessing his plans to her and the truth that he wasn't of this world. He took her in a trip in an amazing machine he called a TARDIS, and she saw... the end of everything. There was so much death. And it was what the universe was going to come to, no matter what they did.
So she consented to his plan, with eyes wide open. After all, what did it matter? IF he brought the humans he saved, turned to cyborgs, and renamed Toclafane, then what did a few lives matter now? They were all doomed anyway. What Lucy hadn't resigned herself to was being treated like an automaton by her husband. It was an act of desperation and resignation that led to her siding with the Doctor. She'd mostly ignored what he and his companions had tried to say over the course of the year, but the sheer brutality her husband was capable of was difficult to process. More than that, she wasn't willing to be alone. For him to swan off with the pinstriped canary and leave her behind. To mean so little, and to be so broken... no, if things were ending, then they were ending on her terms.
So Lucy shot him cold. Her father had ensured that she was a good marksman. Even barely aiming, she found her target.
And then she planned to prevent his further resurrection. Her family's contacts created what should have been a Potion of Death, the exact opposite of his Potion of Life. Lucy had known that she would die in exorcising the devil that was her husband, but it was a death she could accept. Perhaps, in a small way, it could atone for some of the violence and deaths she'd helped cause.
Except it all went wrong. Their life forces were linked together, and Lucy found herself in the ashes of Broadfell ravenous. Her trial had been kept so hushed, so secret, with no actual jury that none questioned her returning to society after a mourning period. Lucy rejoined her family estate and has taken up tutoring. Each time the world has been under attack, she looks for him. For the Doctor, and for the Master. She doesn't know why she's still alive, but she's sure that they are. They have to be.
Addition Medical Information:
Lucy experiences echoes of her husband's symptoms because of the Potion of Death her contacts created linking their life forces.
RP Sample:
Harry was playing with the freak today. Lucy thought she should feel guilty, but she just... couldn't. Couldn't bring that much emotion within herself. Certainly not for another person. When Harry vented with the freak, he didn't come after her. Usually. Sometimes, he forgot that she wasn't as breakable. She'd spent a good number of mornings these days having to walk with Harry's arm as a balance, her hair far too messy for her liking.
And apparently Harry liked it that way.
Master.
She called him that in private, on sparing occasions. Usually when she wanted to distract him from going off about his pet the Doctor. But it had a rather unsavory side effect of Harry, her sweet Harry, drifting further and further away. She knew when she married him that he was a devil in disguise, that she'd been making a contract at the low, low price of her soul. But the contract had been for love too. Or at least, for a bond between them. That he'd protect her, show her the universe. And if he couldn't take her there, then he'd bring it to them.
More and more, that seemed like a lie.
Lucy felt so empty these days. So cold. She missed feeling more than this emptiness, but if she did... if she did, she wouldn't survive this either. No, she had to accept the manner of life she'd chosen. Perhaps there was a way out, some ending that she didn't see. If there was, then she'd be patient and wait.
Mostly, she still called him by the nickname of Harry. He let her, an indulgence she held onto. Hope was so hard to resist, even when it was only the curlings of a dying flame.
