edgewood, wi ✨

OOC INFORMATION

Name (or alias): Phoenix

Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: PST

WRITING SAMPLE

If you had been able to choose, would you rather have been an only child or part of a very large family?

Lucio tilts his head to the side at the idea of this question. His index finger and thumb circle around his chin to indicate that the hunter was thinking. But was he really thinking about the question that presented itself or was he pretending to think? He wasn’t really sure if he needed to give it much thought since all his life he always wondered about the what ifs that came with the questions asked. Would he have the attention of his parents in a large group? Would he have the attention he had secretly craved, and missed, if he was their only child? There was no guarantee that even if he was born the only child his parents would’ve paid attention to him. But he was still trying to figure out an answer that actually made sense; despite clearly showing the way that he presented himself he actually had to think about it. Maybe for once in his life had really needed to decide if he wanted his life another way.

“Hmmm.” He slowly draws out, his thick voice falling softly past the lips that he sucked his breath against; slowly releasing a hissing sound. He quickly drops his index finger and thumb from his chin. He wraps his arms across his chest. Quickly and nearly effortlessly, Lucio twists his neck around slowly; a cracking sound coming as his bones crack and rattle beneath his skin. Lucio shakes out his shoulders gently. This movement if looked at in another way, someone would think he was getting ready for a battle. And maybe he was getting ready for one. After all, the question that presented itself did make the inner mind of the police officer workload; faster than his mind had run before. ‘Should I be completely honest? Should I lie?’ He asks himself, still wondering what the best way to answer the question would be. ‘Fuck lie … don’t let them know the truth. No one would understand. No judgers, okay?’ His subconscious mind screamed at him to lie, but Lucio knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied if he did lie about how he truly felt when it came to his family, or more importantly, his sister.

“Fine okay …” he says holding up a hand and mocking waving his hand around in a way to show that he was throwing up the white flag. “I’ll answer this time and not fuck around.” A heavy sigh escapes from deep within Lucio. His eyes close tightly as he tries to put the words together that he’s clearly been avoiding this whole time. “Yes, if given the chance, I would pick to be the only child. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister and would do anything for her. But I’ve always craved the attention from my parents, always wanted their concern, their pride, and their love shown to me only. I’ve always wanted them to take notice of me. No matter what did or how much I showed them what I was capable of, it never seemed to be enough with someone like Claudia taking their attention and love away from me. It’s selfish for sure, but —” Lucio pierces his lips together and closes his eyes as his head tilts towards the ground. “I wanted that love and attention. I wanted them to see. To see me. No matter what I did it never seemed to be enough.” Feeling anger start to build up in him, Lucio turns around quickly and slams a large fist into the nearest wall. He stands there wondering why he did that move, why he took it out on the wall. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe somewhere deep down he was actually angry. No yes, he knew he was angry. He wasn’t given the chance to fully get the love and attention from his parents. He had tried so hard, but when Lucio’s parents died, that desire to get what he always thought was rightfully his went away as quickly as all those chances he once had did. Deep down inside he knew that never getting his parent’s love and attention clearly tore him up on the inside and left him feeling like he had a hole, a void, somewhere within him that was unreachable.

“I’m not one to hide amongst the people around me. So I feel that having a large family would be a bit much.” He says, his voicing calming down from the explosive yell that probably escaped when he hit the wall. “It would’ve been nice to have more siblings to fight against, to teach about the world we live in, but it would’ve been more siblings to fight against for the attention of my parents.” He snorts slightly, feeling his emotions start to tame. “And clearly giving more than one child attention was too much for them to handle. I mean, they couldn’t even give two children attention. God only knows what they would’ve done with more of us.” Lucio takes out his blade and shaper. He scraps the blade against the sharper and looks up from over the edge of the blade. “It would’ve been more people to beat out for my parents’ love and clearly I can’t handle that. Even the idea of more siblings besides Claudia makes me panic.” Lucios on the blade to make it shinier than it was. “Look …” he hisses out, clearly wanting to move on. “Is there anything else that needs to be discussed? Because if there isn’t I’d surely like to leave now. I got supernaturals to chase after and kill. You know? Take my frustration out on them. Easier targets than parents who are dead, right?” Lucio places the blade back into his pocket. Quickly his hands fix the cease on his leather jacket that he wears. “Nothing else to say?” He says, pouting slightly. “That’s fine. I’ll be on my way now.” Lucio chugs down his beer quickly before turning around to start moving away. “This has been fun. A little boring, but at least someone cared enough to see how I truly felt. Thanks for that. I’m pumped up now to make those not worthy of my temper pay for my selfish feelings that come from being neglected.” Without another word, Lucio turns around from whoever asked the question, someone not important and easily forgettable. Just as quickly as he came, the quicker he left and without much of a word, Lucio leaves the bar and walks out into the darkest of the night to find his next target; someone innocent creature unworthy of his wrath.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Lucio loves his sister, but sometimes his jealousy doesn’t let him show that he does.

He always wonders how his life would be if he wasn’t raised to be a hunter.

Sometimes he thinks about being able to pick his own path and not picking one that clearly didn’t get him what he craved the most; attention from his parents.

He was terrified on his first hunt, but he kept himself together so that his father would be proud of him.

Lucio never had a relationship since he was too busy trying to work hard to impress his parents. Sometimes he wonders if he should’ve spent his energy on many girls and guys that worked hard for the attention of two people who could care less.