Name Catherine “Lunacy” Ezra
Race: Human??? Possible sentient energy signature given flesh
Lunacy’s appearance is not what one would call static, depending on her mood and the height of her psychosis, her outward appearance begins to fluctuate. While in her most “functional” stage. Lunacy looks like your typical attractive human girl. She has shortish brown hair that frames her heart shaped face. The young woman‘s bone structure looks quite delicate. Her eyes are two large slate grey orbs set above a delicate little nose, and a generous lips. She isn’t full figured, instead she’s waifish with long limbs, and a tight little butt. Typical outerwear is tattered jeans, well worn converse all stars, and various tops.
As her power begin to take hold changes begin to occur, her hair color shifts rapidly in shade and style, and the color of her eyes no longer remains constant. Style of dress shifts just as wildly, one minute the young woman could be garbed like the princess in a fairytale, when seemingly without transition the young woman might end up clad like a leather clad dominatrix. Lunacy can, if she attempts to do so hold a particular shape by concentrating on it, though once she reaches this level of madness it is unlikely that she cares what shape she currently wears.
Upon reaching the peak of her madness the young woman’s environment is soon affected by her presence in what could be considered cosmetic but terrifying ways. Reality itself seems to ripple around her, light bends in improbably ways, inanimate objects become animate, and in extreme cases new life has even been made manifest. At this point, the girls appearance becomes even less static then it was before.
Bio (Conversation from the records of Project LOGOS, subject 01)
H…h…Hi. Um, I don’t really like talking about myself… please, pretty please? I’m not ready for this yet… I don’t even know why I’m here. C…c…can’t you just tell me what’s going on? Why am I here… please… just tell me I’m scared. I don’t even know who you are… No! Don’t shock me again I’ll be good… I promise I’ll be good.
Alright… My name is Catherine Ezra. What else can I say but that? My mother and father I guess are your normal parents. You know, a weird contradiction of being strict and loving. They punished me when I was bad, but not anything like what you are doing to me now, I think that they were afraid of me though. I had a couple pets in my day, dogs, cats… I don’t really like them though. They’re so hot to the touch and the way they’re hair smells after a rain tickles my nose and makes my stomach twisty. My favorite pet was a snake, so cool and smooth… and it never darted to and fro. She didn’t bark or hiss at me when I tried to touch them… they wrapped so nicely around my limbs and caressed my skin.
I was just telling you about me… I thought you wanted to know! I’m sorry I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be good no more shocks please, I’m a good girl. Maybe… if you just loosened these knots I could think better.
AHHHHHH! I’m sorry it was just a joke, I was trying to make you laugh!
STOP HURTING ME DAMMIT!
A…alright. I had a normal life. I think I had a normal life, mommy and daddy and snakes you see. I told you how much I liked snakes. I won’t do that again though, maybe you don’t like snakes or something? But I’ll be good like I promised I don’t like those little jolts of flame coursing through my body, and tearing it’s way through the synapses of my brain forcing them to come undone with each little sizzle as they go pop, pop, pop! I hope that I can still do well on the standardized tests when this is over, I want to be successful you see.
When I was little I wanted to ballerina. I think all the girl’s wanted to be ballerinas. That’s pretty silly… I mean yes, the dancing is very, very pretty. Also, I think there’s just a draw to be looked at. That’s what calls to each and everyone of us, Pop Idols, Balererina’s, actresses, these are the big dreams of almost every child I’ve ever met. I don’t want to do that anymore… I don’t really like being looked at as much anymore… people kind of scare me.
Think about it, the me I am is not the me they see. I do not define myself, as much as they define me… and this… this terrifies me. I don’t wanta be the construct of someone else’ reality. I want to be the construct of my own, to define and shape, twist and mold. I want to be the me that I am, and not the me that you see. Perhaps by telling my story I am already doing that, but, you yourself is already translating the words differently then I had originally planned, if you care what I’m saying at all.
I expect you do though, as that warm white heat has not surged through my flesh since the last time. So I guess I’ll tear myself open and let you look inside my mind. That’s what your interested in isn’t it? You want to know how it is I do the things that I do. I really can’t tell you… it just comes easy to me. I do, what you do… but I do it better.
Even the name of this silly little project is limiting your skill. “The Word?” If you continue to define things through such primitive and singular ways you’ll never be able to twist the universe like I do. You don’t even see the strings that tie reality together. You don’t even understand what you’re trying to harness little man…
Do it again….
Pop, pop, pop. Silly boy, did you know that shock treatment caused more insanity then it ever cured. Why do you continue to play doctor? Ooh wait this is an interrogation. I must have forgot? I thought it was foreplay.
So, we were talking about me weren’t we? I was probably just spouting gibberish. People tell me I did that a lot. Your little needles seemed to stop it though, at least for a while. Bet you have to keep increasing the dosage don’t ya? Gotta keep me compliant and squirmy so you can crack open my head and unlock my secrets. I have loads of secrets, secrets I don’t even know… all of them squirming inside me like little worms, and they’re all so plump and juicy and ready to be plucked away. At least, that’s how you see me don’t you? You don’t have to lie to me, I’ve already made my decision about you… so now were both locked in a fun little game of shadow puppetry.
******The girl begins to laugh hysterically for quite a long period of time she doesn’t even seem to stop to breath*****
Ahhhh…. So me? I’ve already built a little story about you, so keep your mouth shut please.
I didn’t really like school… high school or what have you. All the kiddies knew there was something wrong with me. Kids seem to recognize it so much faster then other people. Perhaps, its because just how much closer to enlightenment they’re beautiful little minds are in comparison with most adults. The key’s in the imagination… and most of you are such stagnant monster… Still, many of you have just enough left in you so life doesn’t become completely mechanical.
Do you have any idea how important words are in school. A single sentence can destroy a kids life in the blink of an eye. It’s kind of cute that you’re trying to emulate that, but my silly little boy you haven’t even begun to crawl.
So I guess this brings me to the point where you captured me. I’m not going to go on any further about me. I got to talk for a bit… and now, my mewling toddler. I think its about time that I’m leaving, that portal should be opening up… right about now.
Powers: Reality manipulation, becoming more potent as her grip on sanity breaks.
Weakness: Antipsychotics, characters that lack imagination.