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[color=gray]Countess Vadann is a maimed noblewoman who used to be a traveling knight until a nasty run in with a dragon. Invalid, she's mellowed out quite a bit and has found something... secret and esoteric that fills her with peace and lets her forget-- she now spends her days in quiet devotion to the Powers that Be. Many come to her for advice, or ask for her to intervene in the matters of fate. When she isn't meditating, she is putting her remaining limb to good use, painting beautiful and entrancing images and frescoes.

Another scenario is one closer to her accident, so she's still healing in her bed. Maybe a handsome cleric or sexy healer could take care of her... and she might develop Nightingale syndrome! Who knows?[/color]

[collapse=Settings and Ideas][color=pink]I also loooooove historical fiction. A Victorian era freak-show performer would definitely not be out of the question.[/color] [img=14565]freakshowsmall[/img]

[color=pink]I also like steampunk when it's done well! Maybe Lacey was an esteemed naturalist, renowned throughout the globe for her bravery, her discoveries, her wit, and not least of all her beauty. Until on a certain unfortunate expedition, a wild chimera comes upon her in some exotic jungle...[/color][img=70755]naturalist[/img][/collapse]

And ask any and all questions! Have requests or want to talk something out? Don't feel shy asking!


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[collapse=The Accident][i]--Taken from Lacey's journal, April 19, 2014-- Okay, so the doctors say that I should be writing my "feelings" into this shitty little notebook for "psychological healing" and so I can see how far I've come since it happened. I'm past being angry....I'm too tired to be angry at myself. Lesson learned. Never smoke weed, down 7 beers, then fall asleep in the middle of the road. Bad Lacey. Bad girl. And that fucking slimeball Jason Masserson ugh ugh ugh he didn't even fucking care he took one look at me in the hospital bed and said "I'm sorry..." and that scrawny hipster sack of ass left me and he tried to call me a month later and asked if we could still be friends and put it behind us. Um...no? You're the one who made sure I always had a beer in hand that night, so you could make sure I was in an extra frisky mood. Fuck off straight to hell.

April 22, 2014

I'm getting a little better at writing with my left hand now, so today I can probably go a little longer before my wrist gets tired... they said they're casting me for prosthetic legs today, not that it will do me much good. I have pretty much no legs left, so they said I'll have to sit in a "bucket" with legs attached. Since my amputations are at the hip, I'll probably tire out after a few steps, not to mention I'll definitely have some sort of hideous limp... no thank you. I'm growing to like my wheelchair anyways.

May 2, 2014

Sorry I haven't written in a while, Physical therapy and all that. I might be discharged next week, but I won't get my hopes up. Mom has been looking for a wheelchair accessible apartment for me... I'd hate to have to go back living with her, especially since I've just left college...

May 6, 2014

Really depressed and tired. Don't feel like writing much.

May 10, 2014

Discharged today, glad to finally be out of the hospital... didn't really get to see much outside of the hospital though, Mom and Dad picked me up in the parking lot and drove me to my new apartment. I don't think anybody stared at me, but I'm a little paranoid. I'm still not used to these fucking stupid amputations yet.

May 12, 2014

Friends very happy to see me, and I'm happy to see them. Most of them visited in the hospital, but I was weak and tired and on drugs and bleh. Most of them asked me if they could touch my little arm nub. Just curious I guess, but a little weird. Male friends still wonderful assholes, love those guys. Female friends crying and hugging me a lot. We went to see a movie. Definitely noticed some stares...

May 15, 2014

Depressed again. Lonely. Most of my friends keep telling me they miss me, but I miss Jason of all people... fuck, what am I saying?

May 20, 2014

Masturbated for the first time since accident.

June 17, 2014

I think I'm addicted to masturbating. I've bought some dildos and even started fingering my ass. Totally not like me. I guess I'm starved... yet what other option do I have? I feel fucking nasty and hoary.[/i][/collapse]

[collapse=Level of Independence] Lacey can do most things around the house herself, although some things take her quite a bit longer or require some creativity. She can cook, clean, bathe herself, dress herself, bandage herself, and get into her wheelchair unassisted. Most of the time, she forgoes her wheelchair when she's at home, choosing to get around on the floor. Her arm is lean and strong, and she doesn't weigh very much at all, so she can easily lift herself off the ground and swing herself forwards, "walking" in a way. (This is much easier on her butt on soft carpet than cold tile or hard wood!) For shorter distances or when she's holding something in her hand, she can waddle, shifting each buttock forwards a few inches at a time. And of course, rolling and dragging herself along are options, although she probably won't do that in front of you unless you're very close to her.

Outside her house, things get a little more tricky. Most places aren't as disability friendly. Her electric wheelchair is a tad big and bulky, so getting through narrow doorways is a bit of a challenge. Steps are a huge pain as well. She loves being carried, and it's sometimes more practical to do that, so do that whenever you have the chance!

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Basically, my rule for prosthetic limbs in the rp is that they should be obviously fake in some way, and/or not as functional as her real limbs. Being realistic as possible, her hip amputations make using any length prosthetic legs for a long period of time tiring, cumbersome, hot, and even painful. Her arm missing above elbow limits the usefulness of a replacement arm as well. Helping her get into them and out of them counts as bonus points for benevolent caretaking, so please do that!

Here is a list of potential prosthetic limbs/mobility aids, a short description, and whether they'd be available to her in the modern day, fantasy settings, or both. They don't necessarily need to be used in the rp at all. Obviously, not everybody has the same kinks, so if you'd like to emphasize her amputation or have her use prosthetics, it's your choice!

Simple Hook: A simple prosthetic arm with a hook in lieu of a hand. Hinged elbow that can be bent and extended with a shrug of her opposite shoulder. Sort of a chore to don and doff. The hooks can open and close as well. Made of leather and dark stained wood with a golden hook in fantasy settings. Made of flesh colored plastic and titanium in modern day settings.

"Peg Arm": A simple unhinged prosthetic arm that functions as a second "leg", making it easier for Lacey to swing herself about (Especially when she gets nice and pregnant~). Think of it like a crutch for her missing arm. Little more than a rod and arm socket, it's slightly longer than the length of her torso, allowing her to swing it around in a circle in front of her and lift her hips off the ground. Made of a corset socket, dark wood and golden stud tip in fantasy setting and a flesh colored plastic socket, titanium, and rubber crutch tip in modern day.

Cosmetic Arm: A prosthetic arm for show, making her look more "normal." The hand is beautifully crafted, but cannot move from it's half clasped position. Made of dark carved wood, leather straps, and ivory for the hand in fantasy (It really only looks real when worn with a glove and long sleeves). Made of silicone and rubber in modern day.

Myoelectric Arm: Same as above, only the fingers can open and close, along with a turning wrist, and moving elbow. She can control it quite well by twitching her remaining muscles, although the silicone skin wrinkles and bunches up when she moves the fingers. Only available in modern day settings.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/A2BnE1F.jpg]Bucket Prosthesis/"The Boot"[/url]: Due to her very high level of leg amputation, Lacey has balance problems when sitting up. She also gets pressure sores and ulcers when sitting in one position for too long, such as in her wheelchair. A sort of bucket shaped prosthesis helps to relieve her pressure sores, keeps her upright, and has a small rubber tread on the bottom so she can "walk" over rough surfaces like concrete out of her chair. It reaches up to her lower ribs and helps to keep the swelling down, along with keeping her spine straight. It's molded to her residual torso, and is padded on the inside, along with shoulder straps to keep it on when she lifts her body up. There is a small slit near the lower front, so she can relieve herself without taking it off. She does need to take it off to go #2, though. It's made of molded plastic in modern day with a rubber tread, but it's a bit different in fantasy settings. Instead, it's more of a corset type affair, made of padded leather on the bottom and red laces up the front. [color=red]Please note, this is REQUIRED if she has paraplegia. Otherwise she'd flop onto her face![/color]

Wheeled Cart/Skateboard: A simple board with four rolling casters on the bottom. She can sit on it and push herself along with her hand. Mostly used around the castle, not very good for surfaces like grass. She uses a skateboard in modern day, but don't ask her to do any tricks! She's not very good at them yet.

Wheelchair/Wheeled Chair: A bright pink electric wheelchair that she can steer with a joystick. In fantasy settings, it's made of dark carved wood, padded leather, and a plush red satin cushion. Two large wooden wagon wheels are on the back, smaller wheels in the front. She cannot push herself and must be pushed herself.

Harness: A leather harness that Lacey can sit in, allowing her to ride on someone's back. In the modern day, it's really just a baby harness turned around. She's small enough to fit!

Stubbies: Very short prosthetic titanium poles with feet attached, about a foot long. Two hip disarticuation sockets attached with a belt allow her to shuffle one leg in front of the other, allowing her to walk slowly and steadily. Lacey still needs a short cane for balance. They're much less tiring and easier to balance on than the full length legs, but she worries she looks sort of weird... Only available in modern day.


Full Length Legs: Full length prosthetic legs attached to her bucket, made of titanium with hinged knees. They have very realistic prosthetic covers. She can shuffle one leg in front of the other, walking with a cane, but she prefers to use a crutch and a long pole prosthesis on her missing arm, swinging her body through. Made of dark leather and wood in fantasy settings, they're only cosmetic and used for riding or sitting at dinner feasts.[/collapse][/collapse]

[collapse= Even further...] [i]--Pieces of her... lost to time, to life, to death... the dripping flower barely clings to the side of the white cliff, shivering in the wind. It blooms vividly in its final hour, waiting to be snipped...[/i]

Google these terms. Hemipelvectomy, pressure sores, bilateral hemipelvectomy, and hemicorporectomy. If you okay with these, and if you would be interested in a deep, dark, sensuous and sad love story as Lacey's torso slowly is eaten away by sickness and infection, send me a note. I find the concept very poetic and exotic. I've rp'ed with a good many people who are hesitant about it, but eventually they grew to understand that love and affection, romance and lust go beyond the body.[/collapse]

[collapse=???][collapse="Hey..."][collapse="Stop"][collapse="Please..."][collapse="Why are you so nosy?"][collapse="Do you really want to know?"] For certain somebodies, I'd be willing to be very, very, very depraved. Not going to say who, or why :3 It's always with a certain type of character, is all I'm going to say. [url=http://i.imgur.com/s9A22Xr.jpg]This is what I mean by[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/qBieqKF.jpg]depraved.[/url] [/collapse][/collapse][/collapse][/collapse][/collapse][/collapse]

Lacey is a 23 year old painter, who describes herself as a tongue-in-cheek "semi-ironic hipster with shit taste in bands you've never heard of". She lives in Portland, Oregon, and until about a year and a half ago had four healthy, lithe limbs. Now she has her left arm, two scarred, empty hips, and a floppy little nub clipped a few inches below her shoulder. Battling depression and trying to cope (and earn an income along with her disability benefits) with her art, Lacey feels alone and frustrated with life. Especially sexually frustrated.

I can play her as sweet and calm and submissive, or hungrier and more dominant. One thing that remains constant is her sharp wit and laid back attitude. More or less confined to a wheelchair, something that would really brighten her spirits is someone to help her out, to love and to be loved, by a man (or a woman if she finds her interesting enough!)[/collapse]

[collapse=Physical Description][color=gray]Her stormy grey eyes stared back at her in the mirror. She supposed she was still striking, in her way. The figure was definitely worse for wear-- she'd had quite the pair of legs, long and thin and willowy. But the face had been mercifully untouched. It was a winsome face, soft and delicate with a large forehead and an impishly upturned nose. She turned and tilted it slightly, this way and that, examining it from every angle. Yes, she decided, she certainly wasn't ugly, if no longer the burning object of desire she once was.

She tugged up the collar of her silken white nightgown, covering her modest bosom. Around her long neck was a little silver chain necklace, upon which hung a curved fang, beige and ancient. They had found it in her thigh, when they buried the legs.

She remembered that day, rainy and grey on the heath-- barely healed enough to sit upright in her sedan, watching quietly as they lowered the mahogany boxes into the muddy earth. The mortician had shuffled up to her after the ceremony, and discreetly pressed his gloved hand into hers. The rain had polished the dirt and grime off-- but the stains of old blood still remained, as they did even now. It was slightly chipped where it had hit her femur. The result the tooth had on the bone was far more devastating.

Lacey rolled the dragon's tooth between her thumb and forefinger, worn smooth from her rubbing. It was a nervous tic of hers-- she stroked it as dutifully as a High Priestess did her prayer beads. She smiled to herself. It was a little silly, she supposed, keeping such a dreadful thing so close to her heart. But for some inexplicable reason she held it as her most treasured of keepsakes.

She dropped the necklace into her collar, the tooth hanging betwixt her breasts. She always felt it there, to remind her of what she had lost-- but also to remind her she had a will as strong as her iron eyes. She grinned at herself in the mirror, brushing a lock of auburn hair behind an ear. Her hair, too, had grown back, long and strong and shiny. If only limbs could do the same...[/color][/collapse]