[quote][indent][b][i][size=150]TRUNK.[/size][/i][/b][/indent][indent][indent][b]statistics.[/b]
[indent]sta 8. eva 11. str 2. wis 7. arc 5. acc 14.[/indent][right]+2 from duel wins [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=18479&start=40#p305618]x[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=19509&start=50#p382321]x[/url][/right]
[b]abilities.[/b]
[indent]calming presence. [436]
[reducio]Lucietta was one rarely to ever get angry or mad. In fact, it was very important in her beliefs to solve conflicts by talking it out rather than arguing further or disagreeing with each other (except for that one time Finn stepped on her sketchbook, but that's a story for another day). In the many opinions of Lucietta, you could search for hours, but you might never come upon 'one with a temper'. The Mahlers, however, were one of the most uptight families you might encounter, but Lucietta is quite different from the rest of her family. Perhaps it is her determination to be stray away from her family's beliefs, or perhaps it was just how the girl naturally was - a gentle, kind person.

Lucietta was always one to try. It might be class or activities, but most notably it was the way she talked and interacted with others. Though not obvious, Lucietta cared greatly about these moments, not how the others thought of her, but if she had affected them negatively in any way. Lucietta prides herself on being a personage of the qualities she was most accounted for. Being a light for others, not for the glory of so, but for the hope that she could lead them out - one sentence that could easily be used to describe Lucietta.

One of the best Lucietta's best qualities, in truth, was her optimism and hope. Lucietta has never been pessimistic, and believes strongly that anything can be possible, and that everyone has an important purpose in their life. Lucietta can be quite an asset if you ever need a helpful hand or just a bit more encouragement. While these qualities of Lucietta had never been noticed before by the girl as some obvious or clear aura or effect she had on others, the girl did indeed have some sort of calming effect on them. Lucietta might not be amazing, or brilliant, or the best person you were ever to meet, but Lucietta didn't need those titles. The positivity and optimism Lucietta carried around with her was enough for her, and if she could use that to her advantage to help and encourage others, to help them better focus on their magic or even tasks in particular, well, that was an added bonus.

All in all, Lucietta was a person with high hopes and dreams who tried her best to encourage and help others, and that feeling often spread to others. Whether this made her an extraordinary human being or not, Lucietta didn't mind much. She just wanted to be one to be able to help others.[/reducio]impartial. [411]
[reducio]Lucie can appreciate beauty. It's not that she's blind to these qualities. It's actually quite the opposite; mostly, she can easily recognize why something or someone might be considered beautiful in everyday standards. It was just that these things didn't affect Lucie as much as they seemed to do for others - they didn't seem to hold that sort of charm. Eventually, she realized she experienced these things differently than others did. Her friend would make a comment about how attractive someone else was, and Lucie would be able to recognize that they were attractive and why, but she just didn't seem to get the effect they had on her friend. Why did people react they way they did? It made her curious, question her own sense of others, wonder what might be different about how she thought. In the end, she totaled it down to perspectives and how her friend might have viewed it differently.

Perhaps it was just her personality, and how she tended to care more about who a person was on the inside, rather than the outside. Lucie was caring, too caring, and tried to see the best in everyone. She withheld any judgement of others until she could get a clear picture of who a person was, and even then, she tried to reason with herself. Everyone had a good side, after all. Maybe Lucie couldn't find it just yet, but she knew it was somewhere in there, tucked deep behind costumes. Lucie wasn't a doer, but she knew to always look for the positive. Even if she couldn't bring it out.

Or maybe it was that she'd grown up surrounded by beautiful people, and later learned that beauty was subjective - even the definition of beauty wasn't finite. Growing up in a household full of standards definitely had a huge impact on Lucie's view of what beauty was. Lucie was surrounded by requirements and rules her entire life. Stand up straight, look them in the eye. Wear yourself with confidence. Always present the best version of yourself. She was born into the world expected to be the very definition of beauty. Maybe her parents had left more of an influence on her than they thought - Lucie resembled a flower, delicate, sweet, kind.

Lucie also grew up in a household full of lies. Eventually, she discovered that everything pretty usually had a dark side to it. Roses had thorns, after all. Nothing is as upfront as it seems[/reducio]lovely creature. [517]
[reducio]Annalise de Montfort was beautiful. It was the first thing she'd ever known, and the only constant that had stayed with her in her entire life. It was what made her feel special; her pale, porcelain white skin and strikingly sharp blue eyes, her perfectly rounded nose, her long, snow-white hair that cascaded down her back. Everywhere she went, eyes followed, and she shone in their gaze. It was her own personal spotlight, and Annalise prided herself on it. So did her parents. Perhaps that's why she was able to get away with what she could. But not enough, it seemed, as everything changed, and picture-perfect Annalise was gone. She wondered, was this all she could get in her life?

Then came along Lucietta. She was the exact copy of her mother, raised to be everything Mathilde was—soft-spoken, dainty, and gentle. She was perfect in every possible shape and form, flawless. Maybe deep down, Mathilde knew what she was doing, but it'd never truly felt like Lucietta. Maybe that's why she hated being who she was, and why being away at Ilvermorny was so freeing.

She sat and stared for hours at a time, looking at the arched ceiling of her room. Lucietta was pretty. That's what she was told, that's who she had to be, and that's who she was. So why were her pretty pink lips and her rosy painted cheeks not enough to satisfy?

Lucietta had been rifling through her closet for the past few hours, still trying to figure out what to pack in her trunk for her third year at Ilvermorny. Usually, her mother would be seated right next to her, as she’d been the past two times, pointing at dresses and skirts and instructing her what to fold and put in and what to leave out. Instead, she wasn’t. Apparently, something else had occupied her time, and so Lucietta was left to pack her belongings on her own. So far, she’d already packed all the essentials, but there was some space left over, as well as a few options. There were numerous dresses, one pink, one white, and one blue, as well as some jeans and a printed shirt. They were only to be worn if there was no other option, she recalled her mother stressing. And they probably wouldn’t even fit her anymore, she figured, considering it’d been a while and she’d never worn them.

…

The floral-printed dress had somehow ended up at the foot of her bed, and she stood in the mirror wearing a saggy, wrinkled t-shirt and crumped jeans half an hour before she had to leave.

Her mother would absolutely blow if she saw this, still-drying mascara and uncurled, tangled hair. She was already upset enough after Lucietta had told her that she was playing Quidditch, and this would set her off.

Lucietta felt… fine. She was still pretty, but fine.

Maybe she didn’t need to be perfect, just like her mother. Maybe everything would be fine if she were just her. Inner beauty, outer beauty. Maybe it was possible for her to have both.[/reducio][/indent][/indent][/indent]