Lucretia- Home invasion

Lucretia stopped working on her students' reports because she heard a noise from her bedroom. She swallowed a lump and put her glasses on her desk. Her wavy black locks fell onto her chest and she put her hand over her mouth to muffle any noise that might come out of her mouth. She quickly turned the light of her office off and slowly crawled towards the door.  It was facing her bedroom so she could hear anyone who broke into her home. She felt her heart hit against her ribcage and it made her panic. What if the intruder could hear her? What if they could realize that she was hiding in her office? She bit her hand, hard, in an attempt to channel her frustration and fear silently. It sent a jolt down her spine but she managed to contain a painful cry. The noise became louder and this time easier to decipher. Someone was trashing her bedroom, she was now certain of it because she could hear the constant thud of her window. It sounded like someone was knocking against the window, which didn't make sense to the woman who interpreted it as someone breaking her furniture. 

Lucretia had flashbacks of the slaughter that took place fifty decades ago. She could still remember the noise of heavy boots marching on the floor, and the blood-curling screams that tore through the night. She could still remember her own blood, drawn out by a deep cut on top of her head, soaking her hair, and her chest. She could still remember seeing through the pile of bodies on top of her. She could see their assailants walking around and killing those who survived. It wasn't just war, because if it was war they would have made prisoners. They would have snatched the children and the women to turn them into slaves or servants. No. This time it was different. It was a genocide! They were trying to eradicate her whole species and make sure that there were no more unicorns left on this planet. She managed to keep her noise to a minimum level and waited for them to leave the open mass graves. It took three days spent among the bloated corpses, the blood, and other fluids, rain, and mud for her to make sure that her enemies were all gone and there was no more danger. Once she was certain, she managed to crawl her way out of the pile of bodies and while she survived, the faces of the dead, their torment, and their pain-twisted faces were burned into her soul. 

What if the same people who exterminated her people found out that she was alive? She bit harder into her hand, to the point of drawing blood. She looked at her desk for something she could use to defend herself. There was no need for her to remain hidden and pray for the intruder to leave her house. Sooner or later, they would enter her office and the best way to protect herself would be to attack first. She noticed a large pair of scissors on her table and quickly stood up. She carefully walked to her table grabbed the scissors and slowly turned around.  She clenched her fists and carefully walked out of the office. Her heart hit harder against her ribcage. Her breathing was laboured but she braced herself. As she came closer to the bedroom, the noise she heard became louder. She brutally opened her door and entered the room only to find it empty and undisturbed. The noise came from her window. A tree branch was hitting against the window because it was raining outside.  Her nerves were wrecked and she started to laugh and cry and laugh again. She sat on her bed and covered her face with both hands as she cried all her tears. She couldn't live like this any longer.

-TBC-

Lucretia - How did it feel?

How did it feel to be the last of one's kind? How did it feel to know that there would never be another being like you? 

Despair. 

That was how it felt to know that you were the only one who could keep the culture alive. That with your death, there would be nothing but legends, rumors, and in the worst case, nothingness.

Lucretia wanted to join her people in death. She wanted to die and be comforted in joining the spirits of those who went before her. She wanted to but also felt the desire to protect and preserve what was left of her culture and her people. She wanted to honor the dead and decided that if she survived, it was her duty to keep the memories of her people still alive. 

Still... 

She felt despair. 

She felt a hole that didn't grow smaller with time. 

She felt alone. 

She was alone.

ITNOF: Ellyën Djoore -Unicorn oc- WIP

Ellyën Djoore, The Last Unicorn, 6000 Years old

            A.k.a: Eleanor Rigby

            Race: Unicorn

            Ability: Healer

            Hair: blonde

            Eyes: blue

            Skin: Pearly white

Ellyën Djoore is the last unicorn. Her people were the pacifists of the Seven Kingdoms and always tried to avoid war at all costs. They were magical creatures dotted with healing powers and strong white magic but unfortunately, because they lacked knowledge about the world, they were naive. Long ago, their people were in contact with very few other species but had developed courteous bonds with them until King Bahamut took his crown back.  It triggered the jealousy of the other kingdoms and started a war later called "the War of Crowns". Unicorns were trapped, kidnapped, and used by the other species against Dragons since they were their weaknesses. 

Bahamut and his soldiers were forced to kill them all and saw the destruction of the Dragons' realm. Only one unicorn survived and used her last strengths to teleport to the Enchanted Forest, near the New Men's realm. There, Ellyën shapeshifted into a blonde human and did her best, using her magic, to hide her true nature. She also found a piece of Almaryl's heart and collected it. She is wearing it as a pendant she keeps inside her clothes so nobody can find it.

Now named Eleonor, the last Unicorn blended with humans and became a midwife/healer among the New Men. She soon became a favorite among people but also became an easy prey for violent/brutal men. Fortunately for her, she was always protected by good people and always escaped from dangerous situations. The day she met Almaryl, the pendant started to glow and she remembered the dreadful days. The dragon Queen protected her against werewolves and the two became friends and forced associates: Almaryl would give her the pieces of her heart she finds and Ellyën would protect them and protect her identity.

As a Unicorn, Ellyën is purely white, with silver hair and tail and crystalline blue eyes. She is not the tallest nor the fattest Unicorn but she is elegant and beautiful. Eleonor is a very sweet young woman, dedicated to the well-being of others. She's naive and scared of many things. She's also very innocent but determined. She's aware that she is the only one left and desperately needs to procreate so her race would not meet extinction but she hasn't found the right New-Man to do it with. She is a tall and slim pale-ish platinum blonde with beautiful and bright blue eyes. She is also very prone to use white magic and seems to have gained all the knowledge and power from her fallen kin, which could make her an interesting key to the story.

new profile: Lucretia Marin (unicorn)

 I wanted a Unicorn OC

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Main Faceclaim: Taylour Paige

Other FC: TBD

Real Name: Lucretia Marin

Nicknames: Luce, Lucia

Aliases:  The 3rd Eye, The Seer, The Last Unicorn

Age: 30 years old

Nationality: TBD 

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Special features:  She has White-eyes, a horn concealed by her hair, and vitiligo on her left hand/arm. 

Physical appearance: 

As human: 

Lucretia is your tall thick woman. because she can't fully conceal her unicorn appearance, she has vitiligo spots on her left arm and hand and her horn is small and well-concealed by her hair. Her hair is black and bone straight. Her eyes are pearly white and she has a cute nose and pouty lips.

As a Unicorn: 

Unlike the legends, Unicorns are actually humanoid creatures that can shapeshift into white horses with pearly white eyes long lashes, and a huge horn on their forehead.  When she hasn't shapeshifted, her skin is fully white, her eyes remain pearly white and her lips turn pink.  She grows a tail but unlike a horse tail, it looks more like a "demon tail with fluff at the tip."

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Alignment: Good

Specie: Unicorn

Occupation: She is a teacher.

Abilities: 

Precognitive Sense: She has visions. They usually appear to her in dreams.-

Healing powers: She can heal most ailments, of course, she can't bring people back from the dead.

Horn protrusion: She has a magical horn on her forehead.

lie-detection: She can always tell when people lie.

Water purification: Using her horn. 

Semi-immortality: She can die but she doesn't age and can live for millennia if her life is not threatened. 

Night vision: She can see at night without the aid of an external source of light. 

Skills: 

Omnilunguism: Lucretia can speak all the languages and can understand all of them too. 

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

Mortality: Although Lucretia is a Unicorn and immortal, she is still susceptible to dying via injuries.

Gullible: Lucretia is very naive. She trusts people and can be easily manipulated by someone who can catch her good nature.  Her naivety caused her so many troubles in her past and she's still struggling to fight her instinct. 

Trauma: She is the Last of her kind and the sole survivor of the Unicorn genocide. 

Family:

Mother: Unknown. Deceased. 

Father:  Unknown. Deceased.

Universe:   TBD

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Lucretia is very worried, traumatized,  and paranoid due to the genocide past she has.  She craves genuine connections and affection but is always worried that her true nature will be revealed.  She is very aloof and scared of being hurt again.  She always smiles and is always trying to help others but her eyes are full of melancholy and sadness.  Lucretia also has a potty mouth and can resort to being straight-up mean to stand up for herself but for her to get there would be OOC. 

Fictional Character Biography: 

Lucretia survived the genocide of her people and elected to hide among humans. She lives in fear of being exposed as the very last unicorn.