Luciel Reyes
"Never ignore your first instinct, just because it isn't what you want to believe."
36 | February 11th | Female | Bio-engineered Human-Avian Hybrid | Staff
Scout Extraction Team Trainee
APPEARANCE
Luciel is a average looking woman, standing only at five foot five inches and one twenty six pounds. Her skin is a medium shade of olive. There are few curves in her shape, with little to suggest the difference between her waist and hips. Lean muscle is what covers most of her, mainly around her arms and back from her wings. Her cognac eyes have become sharper, though with the mutation - her eyes look like they are either fading black or are entirely pupil. Her hair has been cut short recently, longer on the side and nearly shaved on the side. The thick chestnut hair is naturally wavy in its longer strands, often curving inconveniently no matter how much Luciel tries to tame it. The stress of her home dimension and her age shows in the skin on her face, sometimes making it look like she has not slept in days.
On her back is where she primarily looks different. Large wings erupt from her back, attaching to her flesh. Heavy scars and feathers lay where they attach, blue feathers covering the large wings that are a little over fifteen feet from tip to tip when fully extended. The feathers shine brighter in the sunlight, showing their sharp blue and black colors in bright lights. Feathers grow, now, wherever she can grow hair - on her head, arms, and legs, primarily. She can trim and pluck them with ease from these places, but removing them from her wings is excruciatingly painful. She sheds them yearly, however, when ready for new ones.
Her clothing is generally store bought, and altered by hand to accommodate her wings. Her attire generally consists of some kind of alternative or military vibes, like she was trying to wear the attire in a more casual manner. As long as she can work and move, she doesn’t care much for style beyond that. She owns no formal clothing or heels. With everything, she wears a silver cross around her neck - or will wrap the chain from the necklace around her wrist or hide it on her ankle.
On her back is where she primarily looks different. Large wings erupt from her back, attaching to her flesh. Heavy scars and feathers lay where they attach, blue feathers covering the large wings that are a little over fifteen feet from tip to tip when fully extended. The feathers shine brighter in the sunlight, showing their sharp blue and black colors in bright lights. Feathers grow, now, wherever she can grow hair - on her head, arms, and legs, primarily. She can trim and pluck them with ease from these places, but removing them from her wings is excruciatingly painful. She sheds them yearly, however, when ready for new ones.
Her clothing is generally store bought, and altered by hand to accommodate her wings. Her attire generally consists of some kind of alternative or military vibes, like she was trying to wear the attire in a more casual manner. As long as she can work and move, she doesn’t care much for style beyond that. She owns no formal clothing or heels. With everything, she wears a silver cross around her neck - or will wrap the chain from the necklace around her wrist or hide it on her ankle.
PERSONALITY
Luciel would best be described as.. Combative.
From a time in which she had to fight for survival, she has yet to get out of that kind of mentality. She takes hits in stride, rebutting any verbal insults with gritted teeth if from superiors or a sharp comment made in return if by another who is at the same rank. Pride prevents her from apologizing to most, anything close to it being forced and empty. With her ability to nullify, she seems to think she can make most things put onto an even playing ground - and abuses this unnecessarily. With her mouth and smug attitude, she finds herself starting or finishing fights.
Luciel had already comes to terms with death, and in a sense finds herself fearless. But she can also be reckless. She follows her instincts, always thinking them right no matter how wrong she truly is. Once she set a goal, it is difficult to get her to go away from it - no weather, no threats, no bitter reality can stray her from her path. While she can take an order and follow it through, she trusts herself to get to the outcome she's been told to acquire.
If nothing else, Luciel is extremely independent. She refuses most charity even if it is for her own good. Luciel sees the world as a person versus the harsh reality. Whether it be living on her own or finishing hours of work with only caffeine and a pen… She will do anything and everything herself. Only when she has failed miserably will she finally, begrudgingly ask for help.
One of the ways she manages to be so independent is how resourceful she can be. Luciel can watch how something is used, and find more than its intended usage to work with it. Uncommon ways to use items or people, favors and strings - anything she can get her hands on she will try to use to make life a little easier on her. Getting her to do any favors or pull any strings for her can be a nearly impossible task unless someone can provide her something of equal or higher value in return.
From a time in which she had to fight for survival, she has yet to get out of that kind of mentality. She takes hits in stride, rebutting any verbal insults with gritted teeth if from superiors or a sharp comment made in return if by another who is at the same rank. Pride prevents her from apologizing to most, anything close to it being forced and empty. With her ability to nullify, she seems to think she can make most things put onto an even playing ground - and abuses this unnecessarily. With her mouth and smug attitude, she finds herself starting or finishing fights.
Luciel had already comes to terms with death, and in a sense finds herself fearless. But she can also be reckless. She follows her instincts, always thinking them right no matter how wrong she truly is. Once she set a goal, it is difficult to get her to go away from it - no weather, no threats, no bitter reality can stray her from her path. While she can take an order and follow it through, she trusts herself to get to the outcome she's been told to acquire.
If nothing else, Luciel is extremely independent. She refuses most charity even if it is for her own good. Luciel sees the world as a person versus the harsh reality. Whether it be living on her own or finishing hours of work with only caffeine and a pen… She will do anything and everything herself. Only when she has failed miserably will she finally, begrudgingly ask for help.
One of the ways she manages to be so independent is how resourceful she can be. Luciel can watch how something is used, and find more than its intended usage to work with it. Uncommon ways to use items or people, favors and strings - anything she can get her hands on she will try to use to make life a little easier on her. Getting her to do any favors or pull any strings for her can be a nearly impossible task unless someone can provide her something of equal or higher value in return.
POWERS
Nullification.
Luciel's only non-engineered ability is her ability to cancel out or lessen the powers of others. Her ability is always active, and is primarily done through skin to skin contact - so she takes the precaution of wearing gloves constantly as to not nullify on accident. As a result, most supernatural abilities do not affect her directly or at least weaker... Psychic abilities are a hit or miss (to be determined either by plot or a coin flip during roleplay). Strong abilities are just lessened enough to be non-fatal, however they can still be incredibly damaging.
SPECIES ABILITIES
Avian Physiology.
Luciel's alterations had given her more avian/bird like features and enhancements, her particular string being a Blue Jay.
Wings have sprouted from her back, spreading up to fifteen feet with the same coloration of a Blue Jay. These wings allow her the ability to fly, however it brings its own trouble. The bones inside of the wings, along with the rest of her, are incredibly brittle due to their hollow nature. Injured or wet wings mean that she cannot fly, even if they're damp. Like many birds, she is influenced by the winds and its direction. Finally, because they are now physically apart of her - she can only stay in the air for a limited amount of time. Her current record is three hours, but it brings great physical strain - and is significantly lessened if carrying extra weight. Luciel is still getting used to her new wings despite all the time that has passed, and is seen often grumbling or trying to fix any bent feathers or tend to any feathers she accidentally ripped out.
Because of her ability to fly, an enhancement to her lungs has come too. Her lungs have above average lung capacity so she can breathe in thinner air levels. She can only go as high as a bird can - which means no exiting the atmosphere - something that also combines with her flight.
Her eyes have also been enhanced in their field, allowing her an above average range of sight. Both eyes are needed for maximum visual, but it takes longer for her to transition from dark to light or vise versa very suddenly. Bright lights give her headaches, as she is more sensitive to them - especially from screens.
Finally, her reflexes have become faster than an average humans. She can only react 50% faster than an average human - something she is still trying to get used to. Often she ends up just falling over because her body will move just a hair too fast and she looses her balance - the extra weight on her back has really messed with her.
Wings have sprouted from her back, spreading up to fifteen feet with the same coloration of a Blue Jay. These wings allow her the ability to fly, however it brings its own trouble. The bones inside of the wings, along with the rest of her, are incredibly brittle due to their hollow nature. Injured or wet wings mean that she cannot fly, even if they're damp. Like many birds, she is influenced by the winds and its direction. Finally, because they are now physically apart of her - she can only stay in the air for a limited amount of time. Her current record is three hours, but it brings great physical strain - and is significantly lessened if carrying extra weight. Luciel is still getting used to her new wings despite all the time that has passed, and is seen often grumbling or trying to fix any bent feathers or tend to any feathers she accidentally ripped out.
Because of her ability to fly, an enhancement to her lungs has come too. Her lungs have above average lung capacity so she can breathe in thinner air levels. She can only go as high as a bird can - which means no exiting the atmosphere - something that also combines with her flight.
Her eyes have also been enhanced in their field, allowing her an above average range of sight. Both eyes are needed for maximum visual, but it takes longer for her to transition from dark to light or vise versa very suddenly. Bright lights give her headaches, as she is more sensitive to them - especially from screens.
Finally, her reflexes have become faster than an average humans. She can only react 50% faster than an average human - something she is still trying to get used to. Often she ends up just falling over because her body will move just a hair too fast and she looses her balance - the extra weight on her back has really messed with her.
HISTORY
Luciel had been born in a separate dimension that followed a different path of actions. A single country had dominated the world, winning the Second World War and splitting the United States between itself and its allies. Luciel grew up in an oddly divided world - you belonged to one country or the other. Either one would know the truth behind the propaganda, or you were ignorant.
Her family was on the side of the truth. Her father had been apart of the groups of scientists working for one of the ruling countries, working tirelessly to perfect their military hold over what was previously the United States. Human experiments had been permitted, but spiraled out of control. Magic was not necessarily that rare, but it was definitely uncommon. Science could not always account for the magic blood line lurking in the blood lines. Luciel was another unexpected bloodline - two magic blood lines crossed with her birth, adding her name to a list of known “superhumans”.
Once her magical talent of suppressing those of others had been discovered, she was put to work. More rations and food for her family, or friends if she so chose. Lucille worked keeping some of the experiments under control, at least the ones who reacted violently with the cross between magic and violence. But the brutality was hard on her. From the sprouting of her magic at eight to the day she turned nineteen, she felt endless remorse. She hated using her ability for this - for forcing people, prisoners, to submit. She despised those who supervised her, threatening to take away all she had been given in exchange for this behavior.
When she had had enough, she slipped a key out with a cup of hot chocolate to one of the experiments - but her poor attempt at hiding such a thing was what got her caught. A security officer noticed it in the scans, and she had been accused of treason. With what was at stake, her trial was private. The trial was dragged on, the officers of the court hoping the prison she had been sent to would frighten her enough to submit. All interrogations, in and out of the courtroom were met with the same answer - if this was what ability she had been born with, she should be able to use it as she pleased without fear of retribution. That was what her real home country had been built on. But that country had been gone for a while by then.
Luciel was sentenced at the age of twenty to be a prisoner in the very system she had been working at. They had found the general symptoms that came with magic and the chemicals being crossed. Any alterations to the DNA reacted violently with the magic. Some people grow new limbs, or eyes - some human and some not. Intense pain, seizures, blindness, sometimes death. It depended on what the scientists had concocted and how it reacted with the genes of the experiment. Luciel’s particular concoction had been #607 - Avian influence.
Searing pain ran through her body for months as the wings grew, and that was just for the bones. Luciel couldn’t move for days at a time with some of the pain, the idea of giving prisoners painkillers being something only for others to laugh at. The young woman’s body often reacted violently to the changes - the feathers took a year to fully cover her new appendages. Luciel testified that she went blind for at least a week as her eyes adjusted. One of the few successes, she had been stripped of her name and marked with a number. They worked her to her new and hollow bones, running all sorts of physicals and tests to see just how much this had done.
Her practices for flight and in the air is when she had started formulating her escape. From her time as a child, she memorized the guards patrol routes and schedules so she could jump to the vending machines and get a candy that they always told her she was not allowed to have. Luciel’s memory was foggy, but with months of sitting aside the cell doors she found the schedules again.
At the age of thirty was when she had followed through with her escape. Old favors of corrupt guards, new favors of warm hearted prisoners, and her own knowledge was what allowed her to leave. They hunted her, trying to shoot their experiment down with new guns and tranquilizers. Luciel had to admit she had loved the thrill of that chase - if she was
caught she would die, and the adrenaline running through her body allowed her to escape.
An isolated town in what would be Mexico near a dock would be her savior. A little girl found her asleep in the storage facility after it had rained, her wing too wet for her to fly. With the promise to work for the family, she had laid low. She exchanged her services for protection and hiding for those who came looking. But she had to keep moving, the people using their connections and families to give her an underground system to head further down to try and get out of reach.
Through a peculiar meeting with a small dimension hopper and company, Luciel’s next move landed her on the island of Manta Carlos. Currently she is still adjusting to the new life and dimension, hoping to start and pass her training for the Extraction Team in Scouts.
Her family was on the side of the truth. Her father had been apart of the groups of scientists working for one of the ruling countries, working tirelessly to perfect their military hold over what was previously the United States. Human experiments had been permitted, but spiraled out of control. Magic was not necessarily that rare, but it was definitely uncommon. Science could not always account for the magic blood line lurking in the blood lines. Luciel was another unexpected bloodline - two magic blood lines crossed with her birth, adding her name to a list of known “superhumans”.
Once her magical talent of suppressing those of others had been discovered, she was put to work. More rations and food for her family, or friends if she so chose. Lucille worked keeping some of the experiments under control, at least the ones who reacted violently with the cross between magic and violence. But the brutality was hard on her. From the sprouting of her magic at eight to the day she turned nineteen, she felt endless remorse. She hated using her ability for this - for forcing people, prisoners, to submit. She despised those who supervised her, threatening to take away all she had been given in exchange for this behavior.
When she had had enough, she slipped a key out with a cup of hot chocolate to one of the experiments - but her poor attempt at hiding such a thing was what got her caught. A security officer noticed it in the scans, and she had been accused of treason. With what was at stake, her trial was private. The trial was dragged on, the officers of the court hoping the prison she had been sent to would frighten her enough to submit. All interrogations, in and out of the courtroom were met with the same answer - if this was what ability she had been born with, she should be able to use it as she pleased without fear of retribution. That was what her real home country had been built on. But that country had been gone for a while by then.
Luciel was sentenced at the age of twenty to be a prisoner in the very system she had been working at. They had found the general symptoms that came with magic and the chemicals being crossed. Any alterations to the DNA reacted violently with the magic. Some people grow new limbs, or eyes - some human and some not. Intense pain, seizures, blindness, sometimes death. It depended on what the scientists had concocted and how it reacted with the genes of the experiment. Luciel’s particular concoction had been #607 - Avian influence.
Searing pain ran through her body for months as the wings grew, and that was just for the bones. Luciel couldn’t move for days at a time with some of the pain, the idea of giving prisoners painkillers being something only for others to laugh at. The young woman’s body often reacted violently to the changes - the feathers took a year to fully cover her new appendages. Luciel testified that she went blind for at least a week as her eyes adjusted. One of the few successes, she had been stripped of her name and marked with a number. They worked her to her new and hollow bones, running all sorts of physicals and tests to see just how much this had done.
Her practices for flight and in the air is when she had started formulating her escape. From her time as a child, she memorized the guards patrol routes and schedules so she could jump to the vending machines and get a candy that they always told her she was not allowed to have. Luciel’s memory was foggy, but with months of sitting aside the cell doors she found the schedules again.
At the age of thirty was when she had followed through with her escape. Old favors of corrupt guards, new favors of warm hearted prisoners, and her own knowledge was what allowed her to leave. They hunted her, trying to shoot their experiment down with new guns and tranquilizers. Luciel had to admit she had loved the thrill of that chase - if she was
caught she would die, and the adrenaline running through her body allowed her to escape.
An isolated town in what would be Mexico near a dock would be her savior. A little girl found her asleep in the storage facility after it had rained, her wing too wet for her to fly. With the promise to work for the family, she had laid low. She exchanged her services for protection and hiding for those who came looking. But she had to keep moving, the people using their connections and families to give her an underground system to head further down to try and get out of reach.
Through a peculiar meeting with a small dimension hopper and company, Luciel’s next move landed her on the island of Manta Carlos. Currently she is still adjusting to the new life and dimension, hoping to start and pass her training for the Extraction Team in Scouts.
OTHER
Luciel can speak fluent Spanish.
Luciel is a practicing Catholic, but has recently been wavering in her faith.
Luciel is a practicing Catholic, but has recently been wavering in her faith.
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