Portrayed by Kat Dennings
|Birthdate:||1 April 1988|
I'm 90% sarcastic commentary and 10% political acumen. You'll need to get used to it sooner rather than later.
Darcy has settled into the mansion and is gearing up to go to law school at Columbia.
Character Journal: xp_darcy
Real Name: Darcy Leigh Lewis
Aliases: Nicknames are Darce and Seely. Only family calls her Seely, which stems from Joanna trying to imitate her aunt’s frequent calls of “Darcy Leigh!” when Jo was really young.
First Appearance: September 28, 2015
Date of Birth: 1 April 1988
Place of Birth: Madison, Wisconsin
Relatives: Living: Grandma Edna, Aunt Luanne and Uncle Darren, cousins Isaac and Joanna. Deceased: Parents Gail and Stephen Lewis.
Education: Undergraduate: Culver University, B.A. in Political Science and Communications w/emphasis on public and media relations.
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: (Former!) intern for Dr. Jane Foster, media relations minion, occasional radio dj and podcast guest.
Team Affiliation: eXcalibur
Darcy grew up with her maternal grandma, aunt, uncle, and two cousins on the family farm outside of Belleville, WI. Her parents passed away while out of state for her mother’s work in 1991, and while she has some token interaction with the paternal side of her family, she’s not particularly close to them the way she is with her maternal family. The farm’s not very big, just 10 acres with part sectioned off for vegetables and commercial grain that mostly functions to cover the needs of the family and the small herd of alpacas they keep. They sell some of their excess at local markets, but they do a lot of canning and preservation so they don’t have to spend as much at grocery stores. They do bulk shopping in Madison and have a deal worked out with the local butcher, which is pretty nice. Living in a rural area close enough to make easy trips to an urban area was what Darcy basically considered the best of both worlds. She got the small-town experience (for good and terrible), but as she grew up also had easy access to shopping, culture, music, almost anything she wanted.
School started fairly normally for Darcy. She was bright, friendly, and had no issues making friends. She was a little stubborn and often got her own way, but not so stubborn that it caused any big issues. Teachers would send home reports about her chattiness in the classroom, but once they figured out that she would mostly keep quiet if she was allowed to read or doodle after her work was done those reports lessened in frequency.
She was one of the first girls to hit puberty in her class, and started 7th grade with a chest that just. wouldn’t. stop. growing. Her female classmates started spreading gossip about her--she’s got boobs, so she’s either stuffing it, had a boob job, or both depending on who you ask, and the boys made a game of seeing who could snap her bra hardest and farthest. Some of her teachers would intervene, especially when they saw someone grabbing at her, but others turned a mostly blind eye, only doling out punishment once Darcy had lost her temper and smacked the hands of the person touching her. The harassment came to a head when some creep grabbed her bra, pulling it back so far that not only did he leave a bleeding welt on her back, but he also destroyed the clasps on her brand new bra. Darcy completely lost her temper, whirling around and decking the guy. In the ensuing scuffle, she managed to nail him at least once in the crotch, and ended up with a black eye to join her bleeding back. She was proud as she walked to the principal’s office, and once the administration and her aunt heard the reason why she had lashed out against the guy (had been lashing out for months, albeit on a much smaller scale that most teachers didn’t do more than assign a detention for) the worst of the harassment was quickly dealt with. She still had to deal with the remarks, but by that point she had grown tough skin and a sharp tongue, and the words barely bothered her. The physical harassment stopped almost completely, and she was grateful the creeps were back to only looking and making comments. Her high school years were a largely unremarkable extension of middle school. She was on the school’s debate team and in choir, and got to travel with both groups for competitions. Darcy's psionic power unknowingly started manifesting her senior year of school. Between her last year of high school debate and her college admissions and scholarship interviews on top of normal school and life stress, she started pushing more for her way. She'd always been considered a little headstrong, and she'd been remarked on as an engaging speaker during debate, but she gained an edge during the year and by the time she started settling into classes at Culver the next fall she had a reputation among friends and classmates for getting folks to go along with what she wanted.
Culver and Beyond
Darcy started Culver without a firm idea of where she wanted to go for a career, and spent her first year exploring majors and making friends. She finally settled into Communications and Political Science, and began working steadily towards a double degree. She fit a few theatre and music courses into her schedule for fun, and was in the touring choir as part of her scholarship requirements. In 2011, her advisors realized she hadn’t taken her science credits yet and wouldn’t be able to fit them into her remaining schedule, and Darcy scrambled to find a science internship for the summer that would accept her. She ended up fetching coffee, Pop-tarts, and collating data for Dr. Jane Foster in New Mexico, even after SHIELD took interest, and returned to Culver that fall with six science credits and a cramped hand from signing numerous NDA forms so she could complete her final two semesters. She had her diploma in hand and feelers out for jobs in her field, but when late July rolled around with no offers in site she talked to Jane and managed to come back to the lab as a Jane-and-other-scientists wrangler. Darcy was there for a year before she found a place in House Rep. Ramona Scott’s office as a media relations junior assistant. She shuttled between DC and the Philadelphia apartment near Rep. Scott’s local office that she shared with two coworkers, keeping up with Jane in sporadic e-mails and texts between the lure of SCIENCE! and her own decreasing free time as the 2014 election dates loomed ever nearer. It’s in these communications that she first started hearing about Jane’s new coworker Clint Barton and later his friendship, of sorts, with Thor. The anecdotes usually make her laugh, and she responds with similar funny work stories when she can. A few times she’s able to come up for a weekend and drag Jane (as well as Thor and Clint, if they’re around) out for dinner and a few drinks to catch up, but the two men remain mostly in the realm of “friendly acquaintances” because of her limited interaction with them outside of Jane’s stories and those rare outings.
Rep. Scott gets re-elected in 2014, and afterwards Darcy considers going back to school for her Master’s degree to open even more doors for work--she considers several options before sending applications to USC and Columbia, and in late December travels home for Christmas and New Year’s. She ends up contracting a nasty case of the flu, and M-Day passes in a haze of splitting headaches, sleeping, and being awake just long enough to take her meds and sip broth, and she’s barely aware of what the news is saying until she’s packing up and heading back to work. The news and speculation, however, do nothing to prepare her for the reality of fewer coworkers and fellow media relations assistants to drop her stress-baking off with, and the quieter corridors before new reps arrive are unsettling. By midsummer she’s accepted a place at Columbia for the winter term and sent off her financial aid package, and after that she’s sassing the new interns and training her replacement.
Living At The X-Mansion
Darcy has settled in at the mansion and is comfortable interacting with most of the inhabitants. She successfully deferred her admission to Columbia and will be starting their law school in the fall, bankrolled by Warren in return for holding his battle standard at Worthington Industries.
Height: 5 feet, 3 inches.
Weight: 180 lbs but also none of your business.
Hair: Dark Brown
Darcy's voice has persuasive powers, and in their current “I’m a mutant, wtf?” form they work on a subconscious level, making people inclined to go along with what she wants if she feels strongly about the topic. It's very ineffective against those that are strongly averse to the idea, mentally shielded, or highly aware of their own mind, and Darcy has to be in both speaking and sight range (roughly 20-30 yds). The person also has to be able to hear and understand what she's saying. This subconscious manipulation pings on emotions and impulses primarily, but she also gleans some of her perceptions of people from these unknowing brushes against their brains, which is part of her flashes of insight. So far, people have generally brushed this off as Darcy just being headstrong and a charismatic speaker, although it's actually something that materialized her senior year of high school, while she was stressed and working on college admissions and scholarship interviews.
Darcy and her taser are not easily parted.
Darcy's in-game twitter handle is @andtaser. She keeps a reward chart for the scientists that she started for Jane (and then Clint), but has expanded to cover a few other scientists and most of the eXcalibur team.
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Darcy tends to invite chaos, and she's made her peace with that. #kallisti