Name:: Lucia

Age :: Seventeen

Gender :: Female

Allignment :: Personally Neutral, but occupationally Dark

Homeworld :: Olympus Coliseum

Class :: Warrior

Abilities ::
Godspeed: Due to her lineage, Lucia has inhuman strength, speed, and endurance.
War Magic: Her power in Magic relies on destroying rather than healing – she has mastered Firaga and Thundaga while her ice and cure magic remain on Blizzara and Cura.
Invisibility: On certain occasions, Hades lends her his Helm of Darkness in order to carry out certain tasks.

Weapon/s ::
Cycnus: A cruel, long bronze spear, the only memento she has of her father. According to her mother’s recollections, it was allegedly forged by Hephaestus.
Styx: An obsidian sword named after the River. It was given to her by Hades. Lucia personally chose ‘Styx’ as its name over the other rivers of the Underworld.

Appearance ::Lucia

Personality :: Sarcastic to a T, Lucia is not among the ranks of women who wear their hearts on their sleeves. She’s blunt, often cruelly so. It’s a natural reaction, though. At least forty five percent of the time her cruelty is deliberate. Living on the streets has left her suspicious and distrustful of others. Working for Hades has left her jaded in ways she didn’t expect.
Her kindness, while often hard to find, is strong where it counts. For those she cares about, she channels all that hostility into loyalty and devotion. Her Achilles heel is her anger and lack of control of the powers her demigod birthright has granted her. She is easily irritated and that anger can turn into a deadly rain within a span of seconds. If you can make her smile, she may just warm to you and show you the half that is a empathetic mortal.

History :: Lucia spent the majority of her life in Thebes, a city where if you could make it there – you could make it anywhere. Her mother, a mortal, died from childbirth complications not long after Lucia took her first breaths. From there on in, she was raised on the streets by her elder brother and the older street kids. Life was hard then. It wasn’t until Lucia was ten years old did she learn of the other side of her parentage, the side she had been questioning about since she could first form sentences.
It may have been the anger from being abandoned or it may have been in her genes all along, but she was certainly Ares’s daughter. The God of War’s ferocity burned in her. His anger was her anger. And she hated like only the child of the God of War could.
In an effort to give them a better life, her brother, Marius, attempted to slay monsters in the Coliseum and was mortally wounded. His heart was stolen by a Heartless under Hades’s command. His Nobody, Raximus, was born. The God of the Underworld proposed that the daughter of War work for him in exchange for Marius’s heart. Since then, she has been at his disposal for each and every task he assigned her to. She has never failed. Not yet.

Theme song/s ::
Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation
Running Up That Hill - Placebo
Lonely Souls - Unkle

Miscellaneous :: Eagle owls and vultures are drawn to her because of her heritage. This is something she grudgingly accepts.