Lorili Luminari

[Trade]

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Name: Lorili Amelia Luminari
Alias): Trade, Lo, Luminari, The Mute
Codename: Trade
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Type: Mutant
Affiliation: Apocalypse's Hand
Avatar and Picture:
Play-by: Stacy Ann Ferguson
Family:

Samantha Luminari (mother) Gray Luminari (named father, deceased) Thom Barron (biological father)

General Appearance:

Lorili has straight white hair and red-orange eyes. Her hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail that reaches to her waist and her bangs reach to her collarbone and arches up before going down the sides of her face and she has a widows peak. Her complexion is a very light tan and scars riddle her back, some creeping over her shoulders and a couple wrapping around her ribs. Her body is toned and athletic and she is attractive enough to use it to her advantage if she wanted to but she sees herself as ugly due to the scars bot physical and mental from her childhood abuse. With clothing, she usually wears dark colors or black as they hide bloodstains well. Lorili also makes sure that the clothes allow full range of movement as she hates restriction. With shirts, she makes sure to wear shirts that cover her back completely and that have sleeves that go to the upper bicep at least. She stands a five feet, eight inches and weighs about a hundred and thirty five pounds.

Personality:

Cold, cruel, and calculating. She's like ice towards everyone, not warming in the least even towards the members of the affiliation she had agreed to serve. She isn't much for talk and usually won't speak unless it's to reply to something someone else has said. If she answers them at all. She isn't looking to try to frighten or intimidate anyone, she is just the way she is. Lorili plots things out in her mind on how she wants things to go but rarely to never shows her true intentions even to those that may have known her for a while. She isn't too open with her emotions, trying to close them off from everyone including herself and claiming to have shed her humanity a long time ago.

Though she won't freak out about it, she hates restraints. Physical ones, that is. If restrained, she will become increasingly violent. Though she used to hate the feeling of pain, it's become something she's learned to enjoy as it's a reminder that she's awake, that she's alive. That doesn't mean that she'd fond of losing much blood. She tries to keep an eye out for how much she's losing as she'd be much too vulnerable while suffering the effects of blood-loss.

Now, if she is brought to a point of rage or panic where her more violent personality surfaces, the concern about blood loss is gone. Her more violent personality is dangerous to friend and foe alike as it doesn't distinguish the difference. This personality suffers from Prosopagnosia which is a condition where someone is unable to recognize faces. To her, there are no faces, just things to fight and kill. She has no remorse, no regret, almost seems devoid of emotion except for when she starts to become more violent. Then, she seems to be enjoying herself. She is impossible to converse with as she either will not or can not understand what is being said to her and she will not stop fighting or killing until she is unconscious one way or another.

Once she returns to her less insane self, she remembers nothing of what happened while her other personality was out.

Abilities:

Lorili's ability is The transference of wounds and sometimes illnesses (non genetic) from a living thing to herself or from herself to someone else or something else. She does not necessarily need to see the target to transfer a wound from herself and to it... And when she uses her ability, it is not visibly sent.... Example: Trade stabs her palm with a knife, she takes the blade out of her palm, concentrates, and the wound seals up from her hand and appears on the target.

The target can be another person, animal, plant, or inanimate object but if she becomes too distracted, the transference can fail and the wound re-open on herself or miss the target and show up on a place unwanted like another form or the ground or something. She can take on a lot of injury but if she goes into shock, she wouldn't be able to use her ability to remove the wounds from herself.

With the transference of injuries and some illnesses, she can not just send the injury away from someone else and to an object or something.. she can only transfer injuries to and away from herself.. Example: Trade sees one of her teammates with an injury and has a target that she wants to send the wound to... She has to take on the wound to her own body then send it to the target...

Sometimes though, her ability will react on it's own.... As in if she were go to a hospital or something, her abilities would be in touch with the injuries around her. What I mean in this is that she will be able to in a way sense the injuries and feel them to a degree. In some cases, smaller wounds may start to appear on her body. In worse cases.... well, it's not pretty.

Although she can transfer wounds, it can't be counted as regeneration as she does not replenish blood. If she loses too much blood, she will become weak and go through all of the symptoms and if she loses a good deal she will go into shock and possibly die.

Even if she is cautious about losing too much blood while in one personality, if she switches to the other she loses all concern about how much blood had been spilled and just keeps going recklessly until she drops or until she snaps back into the previous personality.

When she uses her abilities, she has to concentrate on where the injury goes otherwise it can either miss the target or be re-transferred back to the original place the injury had come from.

Trade has times when nightmares hit her and hit her hard, causing old injuries to re-open and for her bleed out until she wakes an sends the wounds away, them closing back up into scars. She can not control the re-opening of old wounds. The wounds also open up sometimes when she gets too pulled into her memories. She hates being pulled into her memories as she is forced to relive the past and has no control over what happens.

History:

Lorili's mother was a wealthy woman who had recently had an affair with her husband and got pregnant with Lorili. Not wanting to admit to having been an adulterer, Lorili's mother, Samantha, acted like the child was the result of her and her husband. When Lorili was about four, mother's husband died from phenomena and all the money left to her and her mother. Samantha maintained the secret about Lorili having another father even when her husband was deceased.

Lorili was about fourteen when her abilities surfaced. First came the appearance... Her once raven black hair was white one morning when she woke but that was about it because her eyes had always been a red-orange in color although it became more vibrant than it had been before and could no longer be passed off as brown. Her mother did not send her to get examined because she feared that the reason for the white hair was from the trauma of being beaten all the time by her. Samantha didn't want anyone to find out about her abusive ways.

Lorili fist discovered her power to transfer wounds when she was outside one day and witnessed someone shoot a cat with a BB gun. Running over to the fallen cat after the people ran away, she found that it had been shot in the eye. Upon picking up the cat to try to help it, she felt a shot of pain go through her eye and screamed from it, losing her hold on the cat. The cat ran away with both eyes intact and Lorili found that her own eye was coursing with blood. ( the bb had gone through one part of the eye and out another part on the cat and was laying on the ground.) Lorili then ran home, crying and screaming from the pain only to immediately sent to the emergency room by one of the maids who had spotted her. The bleeding had stopped on the way to the hospital and no wounds could be seen. Only that the eye was now blind and a pure red in color with no visible pupil or iris. On the ambulance though was an unnoticed puncture and scratch mark.

Since the occurrence, Lorili had started wearing a patch over the blind eye to hide it from the world and her already low self image became lower to where she believed herself as horrid in appearance. Her low self image had been from her mother's constant abuse and from her mother and from her mother telling her that she was ugly from a very young age. Her mother did that out of jealousy of realizing that the girl was growing more attractive than herself.

Through trial and error, Lorili found out what she could do and while she was helping a child that had fallen and cut himself on some glass on the ground her mother had seen what she could do and instantly labeled her a freak and began to treat her even worse. After two and a half years more of increased abuse trauma from her mother, Lorili ran away from home, leaving a letter to her mother that if she tried to find her, Lorili would tell the police everything that had been done to her all her life. While out on her own, she was found by a man who had noticed her ability when she had used it to remove a cut she had gotten from climbing a fence. Upon seeing her use her ability, he had plans set to make her a fighter. Knowing that it would be too suspicious if she were to win without knowing how to fight, he intensively trained her in the martial arts. She learned quickly to his delight and began bringing in the money. After about two years of winning fights and taking up challenges, Lorili began to tire of that life and the man noticed. He wasn't about to give up his source of money and threatened her, saying that if she tried to let herself lose, he'd kill her.

Upon being threatened by him, Trade reacted violently but Ortiz had been prepared for this as he shot her with an extremely fast acting tranquilizer. As a punishment for her trying to leave and for her trying to attack him, he arranged it so she would be locked up in a high security part of an asylum; planning on keeping her there for a year so she would remember not to try to turn against him again in the future. Her stay at the asylum lasted longer than a year though as Ortiz had made a good deal of enemies and had been murdered three months after having had Trade committed, her no longer being there to keep him safe...

She had been in the asylum for ten years before someone came to free her. Someone who claimed to have been looking for someone just like her. Lorili didn't find out until almost a month of recuperation from the drugs that practically pickled her body from her constant state of being sedated, that she was to be recruited. She pledged allegiance to the one named Apocalypse even if she had never seen him or heard him. It was due to feeling like she was in debt and due to a very convincing arrival speech.

Since then, she has been doing what all other members of Apocalypse's Hand have been doing; keeping her affiliation in the shadows and doing as she pleased while waiting for the leader's command.

Other:

Currently she has the use of both eyes due to her blind eye having been restored during the processes done to "unpickle" her from the decade's worth of sedatives and tranquilizers.

Sample RP:

She closed her eyes and braced herself as another kick to her ribs came and as the chain whirred through the air to strike down at her curled up form. She could taste her own blood filling her mouth and feel it trickling down from the corner of her lips. Another strike came and annother.. and another... The clothes she wore were bloodied and torn from the beating she was getting from this gang of hoodlums... She coughed soundlessly from the force of the next kick that was aimed at her stomache. Her mind was set... She would endure the pain they placed upon her for now... Then, then when she returned the favor, they would know what it was like... And maybe even more so if she were to steal one of their weapons...

A cruel smirk came.

They had at first targeted her because she looked like a good victim as she had placed her money in her wallet after getting change from the hotdog she had bought. But as they had noticed her unnaturally white hair then the coloratin of the eye that was not hidden by the patch, they had decided to instead of just stealing her wallet from her, to beat her down fro being a 'strange'... mayhaps even kill her. She had been feeling bored and restless, the other side of her prowling beind personal restraints like a caged tiger ready to come out... That was why she had lured them to this place. She would let them get their guard down.. then they would die....

The chain came down on her again, breaking her skin and causing blood o pour from the split. At this time now, she was riddled with injuries from being struk, kicked, stabbed, and thrown about. Right now, she could feel there were about seven stab wounds on her body. There were three large guys beating on her... They wouldn't have a chance once she decided she's had enough. It was almost sick in a way that the pain they were inflicting on her was starting to change to a pleasurable expieriance... A cold smirk curled up on her lips as she could hear the heavy breathing of the ones who were trying to beat her to death.. They were getting tired.

She suddenly opened her eyes, the red orange irises getting an almost diabolical glint to it. There were a series of cracks and snaps as her broken bones healed and the screams of the guys could be heard echoing down the alleyway. Blood sprayed out from wounds that suddenly opened up on their bodies. All three of them were yelling in horror and in pain as they fell to the ground, clutching onto various wounds. They had beaten on her for being a mutant.. but what they hadn't accounted for was that they would be the ones to be laying either unconscious or dead here in this dark dank place. Her body shook in silent laughter as she stood and brushed herself off. Her cold gaze fell apon the writhing and whining men. In the next moment, the rest of her wounds vanished and more screams from them could be heard before silence. She didn't care if they were or were not dead, either way, they learned that the one named Trade was not one to be messed with.

As she heard another set of footsteps in the alleyway, she turned to face the person, wiping some of the blood off of her face as she did so.