LUCY RUSSO. 25. CIS!FEMALE. SHE/HER is here! They’ve lived in Cascade for TWO YEARS and currently reside in OLD CASCADE. LUCE is a RECORD STORE EMPLOYEE and frequently hears that they look a lot like SOPHIE THATCHER. Funny, huh? If ever caught by Letterboxd, they’d say ALMOST FAMOUS is in their Top 4 and the theme song to their life’s soundtrack would be FORGET HER by JEFF BUCKLEY.
full name: lucy josephine russo. nickname(s): luce, russo, lucy jo. age: twenty five . date of birth: october 31st. zodiac sign: scorpio. birthplace: chicago, illinois. current residence: cascade , ca. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexuality: unlabeled. occupation: record store sales associate.
faceclaim: sophie thatcher. height: 5’5” . eye color: blue. hair color/style: dark brown hair, long with a shag cut with curtain bangs. scar(s): one above her eyebrow and upper lip from a car accident. tattoo(s): one grey cat on her left wrist, one black cat on her right wrist.
alignment: chaotic good. positive traits: intelligent, authentic, reliable, resilient. negative traits: pessimistic, cynical, judgmental, insecure. likes: collecting vinyls, long walks in the cold, skipping rocks at the pond, indulging in cigarettes, interior decorating, cats, shakespeare, difficult tasks, ripping up old newspapers, stargazing, dancing in the rain, forehead kisses. dislikes: driving, cracks in the pavement, people who interrupt, country music, surface level conversations, unscented lipgloss. fears: blood, needles, being forgotten about. hobbies: reading shitty romance novels, collecting and maintaining vinyls, working at the record store, frequenting bars, analyzing films, thrifting, indulging in coffee and croissants, rolling her eyes, painting, puzzles.
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tw: (parental) death, murder, drugs, negligence
biography: born and raised in chicago, lucy russo never understood how families could be loving. she noticed it between others, a longing for a nurturing environment lingering in the pit of her stomach, but never with her own flesh and blood. late nights spent tucked away in her bedroom, records spinning while her parents argued in the background. plates smashed, complaints from neighbors and booming voices was enough for lucy to learn that the entirety of her neighborhood was aware of her parents failing marriage. hanging on by a thread, lucy is the glue that holds them together, thus resulting in a heart torn in two. instead of feeding into academic pressure or the need to be perfect, lucy became the opposite. she caved in on herself, stowed away her emotions in the back of her mind between deep scars from her childhood, reminded herself over how cruel and cynical the world could be. she could never risk love or happiness knowing what the future held for her; she witnessed it every day at the hands and mouths of her parents.
the reality of her world came crashing down the moment her mother died right before her very eyes, inches away, the young girl stuffed in a closet. a break in to her house, lucy heard her mother at the hands of a gunshot wound to the head, a scene that lucy had to hear at the ripe age of ten. scarring her for life. leaving her without her mother, and her father never returning that night. an act of child neglect led lucy to her aunt and uncle’s home on the north side of chicago, allowing lucy to grow up with a handful of cousins and a decent life. however, she never truly got over the death of her mother. it hung in the air, scratched at her skin, invited her to overthink about the outcome of trust. years of therapy hardly healed the open wounds, every year seemingly growing harder to manage. at the age of eighteen, her aunt and uncle decided to tell the truth regarding her father: he had run away from chicago after a failed drug deal in which he forgot to pay back his dealer. the result ended in her mother’s death, and lucy had learned of the foundation of her parents troubles. a hard pill to swallow, lucy continued to shove it down, distracting herself.
college came and went, her heart barely in it as she learned to love shakespeare and her literature classes, graduating with a major in english literature. lucy worked throughout college, cooped up in a record store down the street from campus, surrounded by the very thing she loved the most: music. since she was a child, it was the only thing that calmed her down. brought her back down to earth. reminded her that life was worth something if music was around. her headphones remained in at all times, vinyls spun on her record player, music blasted through the speakers at work. a safe space curated to lucy and only lucy: that was until her aunt and uncle had told her news of her father potentially being in cascade , ca while forget her by jeff buckley played on her phone. the idea of knowing her father was still out there, hiding out in a small town, only made lucy want to search for him. find him. approach him. kick him. hit him. unleash every and all emotions onto him.
and that’s what she sought out to do. discover a new place. leave behind her home and every painful memory associated with it. chase after a father who wants nothing to do with her. dive deep into california just to see if she’d even catch a glimpse of her father. see if he’d recognize her and want to know the girl he left behind and got her mother killed for. the move to cascade had been easy: nothing but lucy and her chevy cruze packed to the brim. the hardest part came with adjusting. change. city life to a calmer lifestyle, settling her roots in an area that seemed to thrive off the quiet and calm. but, lucy would suck it up. she’d do anything just to catch a glimpse of her father.
years passed and she still remains in cascade. lucy kept to herself, nestled into work as a record store sales associate and went home to her two cats every night. she ate shitty ramen and walked late at night around the park and downtown. lucy read shakespeare and plugged her headphones in. a tough cookie to crack, lucy russo remains a mystery to cascade. her arrival, her reason for staying, no one quite understand. then again, she felt that no one else had to understand. it was her destiny, her boredom, her need to destroy her father in one single breath. she’s learned to embrace cascade, but is still learning to let cascade embrace her.
