Lydia
Biafore

she could play your heartstrings as
professionally as her violin.

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General info
Age	Visibly 25
Height	5'4" (162cm)
Weight	110lbs (45kgs)
Birthdate	August 24th

Lydia's home property is surprisingly vast, having adopted an abandoned hotel some distance into the woodlands. The main and upper floors have been renovated and are in rent-able conditions. A basement is labeled along the blueprints, though she hasn't found a way to access it.

Her part-time job involves tailoring and clothing designs. While many of the commission pieces offer a fine instant payback, her cuts from sold designs offer a fine passive gain. She's rather against the obscene styles in the fashion industry, and aims to make clothing for those in the supernatural bracket more accessible. As a result, she may get fairly excited to try new patterns when meeting someone with a bodily style she hasn't seen before.

Being someone who's a self proclaimed angel, she's anything but holy outside of her presence. As much as she tries to keep a professional air, Lydia often falls upon using humor to lighten situations. It's hard for her to drop her joking nature completely, but will do so when she feels it's absolutely necessary.

The fall into immortality

As memory could tell, Lydia was subject to an orphanage without much knowledge of her parents. Her brother was the only family she had by blood, stuck with the same fate as her.

Many homes were moved as a result of her brother's tendencies of aggression. Protectiveness, without a doubt - but his sense of duty left him being expelled from a number of the attached schools. The families were quick to notify the fostering program of potential dangers, and teir

The program was eventually convinced to separate the two, and left Lydia on her own within differing houses. Instead of her brother's aggression, they were introduced to her lack of action. Many notified the program that she refused to eat, sleep, do anything they requested or demanded through desperation.

Her passiveness created a target out of her, both for homes looking for easy money and troubled youths at the schools. She couldn't bring herself to notify the program of the poor living conditions provided by her current home, nor the excessive bullying that took place outside. They all melded together, set their place in her mind. Continuous mentions of how little she meant, the ignorance of the people who were supposed to take care of her.

She was able to walk out the door once night fell, quiet as ever. It was only an hour or so past midnight. Barely anyone would be passing by. No one was there to bring her off the roads. No one was there to beckon her away from the ghostly highways going into the quiet town. No one was there to tug her back over the guard railing, and with a single step, the blaring horn she heard suddenly turned

When she awoke next, she was standing above her own body.

Lydia lived shortly as a ghost, soon finding a kind "doctor" that would create a body for her. A homunculus of sorts for her to call her own body. It lasted her a fine time, though she didn't feel it was right.

Even after finding some form of comfort, something came from the past to haunt her. A person whom she could only call a ghost like herself, who tried to kill her a second time. They were unsuccessful, but granted Lydia a newfound strength after death. She was able to manipulate the body into her prior image, revitalizing herself from death in a sense.

Though, that was not the only time she'd awake as herself. Every time she'd die from then on, Lydia would just appear in the same field of flowers. Her body showed signs of the cause, and would discard anything it deemed corrupted or compromised. Clothes soaked in toxic gasses would be left behind, while organs would destroy tissue and kickstart an accelerated healing. Lost limbs would be properly returned, but feel extremely weak and abnormal.

It was believed that the attacking ghost had been banished properly, but the growing whispers spoke otherwise. Lydia could have possibly absorbed and incorporated the attacker. It was a voice that slowly grew louder as the days passed, speaking of memories she never thought she had in the first place;

• It told her about a place called Graevine.

That secondary voice claimed to be Estrada, a girl from a town named Graevine. The time Lydia began to hear her, a calling card arrived in her mail. The only things written were the town's name, and the method to arrive. Funny enough, it was just instructing her to drive behind a popular food chain's building. The town itself was hidden away, the only accessible way of reaching it through the use of a Leyline.

There wasn't any sign of a living person, being a literal ghost town from what looked to be the 70's. She arrived in the parking lot of a depilated grocery store, only having the instinct to glance about her surroundings. She didn't get much from her venture out initially, besides the sudden appearance of a map in her vehicle's passenger seat.

After her visit, the residents of Graevine made themselves known. Abductions began in the surrounding cities, many leaving small body parts like fingers and ears in their wake. The portals revealed would only last for a short time, and most severed their connections within a blink. A second visit got her results in the forms of journals, after the fearful visit from another resident. She wasn't without more trouble, allowing the speaking voice to translate for her.

While the secondary soul did translate the works, Estrada refused to grant Lydia control again.
Their method of possession starts on a single body part, spreading itself until they've integrated into the person as a whole. Their parasitic style latched their beings together, making any form of exorcism a dangerous act. It wasn't a matter of dismissing an additional being using her as a host; they were actively being joined as one. Time was of the essence, or Lydia would be completely dismissed and Estrada would take over.

Over and over, she'd tell Lydia that Gaedavine was waiting for her back home.

The inn she accepted as her own was owned by Marie ( @Maidoholic ) and Annalee ( @UndyingIove ). Her aunt and mother, respectively.

Marie had been in a romantic relationship with a self-proclaimed god named Gaedavine, resulting in the events present in #GraevineCalls. Vincent was the result of an attempt to keep her fleeing lover, but she was left with a destructive child that she didn't truly love. Gaedavine was found to have relations with Annalee shortly after, bringing Lydia to the world. Marie believed his supernatural abilities had a hand, as Anna had hopes of becoming a nun within their hometown. There wasn't a bone in her body that trusted it was consensual between them.

So, she took Anna and left the town.

Leaving the kids behind in the care of the residents. Neither looked back as they began making preparations of their own. Lydia with her younger age, was left at the Church in the care of the patrons and staff alike. Gaedavine was still present, and helped raised both of the kids he'd call his own. Vincent was able to be united with his sister, though favoritism showed itself heavily. Lydia gathered the attention of their father, while Vincent was tested beyond what was to be expected, pushed to his limits.

When he knew his time was to come to an end, Gaedavine split his being into its last remnants. The first phase was gifted to his closest followers and friends, and the final piece was to be gifted onto Lydia. Vincent would be left with nothing, being unworthy within his own father's eyes. The same eyes that faded to nothingness after blessing his daughter.

With the final blessing upon his kin, Gaedavine passed. He'd live on through those he'd blessed, never to properly die. Lydia and Vincent were both left to the care of the Church and Orphanage, but Lydia only became a larger piece in Vincent's jealousy. She'd been given their father's abilities, and he was left with nothing but lessons burned into his mind. Physicals tests that made his very being ache.

Her trip to the overpass wasn't on her own, but with Vincent leading. The step over the divider was forced. When Lydia avoided being thrown over the edge, he strangled her with the aid of a cord from his bag. Lydia was left to fall to the streets below. Tied properly around her neck, broken, and an end attached to the divider. It could have been pinned as a murder, if he wasn't a fine actor. The loss of their mothers, of their father, the confusion of their futures?

Those who were gifted found themselves reappearing within Graevine, back to their bodily prime. Its position within the Leyline gave the town a mass of energy, though some felt it wasn't enough. Many of them were working on the very project that made the operation successful; the creation of homunculi that formed based upon a person's soul. And yet, Lydia never reformed within Graevine.

Vincent kickstarted the process of returning all souls lost to the town to a body, not just those blessed by his father. The forced possession was something ingrained into those lost souls by the very means. Giving a body, forcing possession, and encouraging a new method to avoid being launched back from their husk. The others learned as the tests progressed, and soon those within Graevine's pool of the dead would latch onto whatever homunculus they could find. Many a time, that very body was under Vincent's command.

It wasn't a family of the lost, it was a means to turn Graevine back to a tangible location. Individuals could be moved through the Leylines, but the town remained stationary. If he could do so with only pieced of Gaedavine's gifts, then what could he do with the entirety of his form?

His attempts left him for dead when he was stopped by the group aiding Lydia's recovery from Estrada's possession, but his soul still remains fragmented within the town. He knew he could be reformed in a matter of time, and that Gaedavine was already partially awake. He was closer to proving himself through death, but now Lydia had knowledge of what she was.

Gaedavine planned on using her as a new vessel for his full potential. Though his pacts and promises, his own soul was branded by many upon his end, if it wasn't for him splitting across multiple persons. He was still reformed to a point, and only Vincent would fully know what his full revival would be able to bring.

taking flight

The first time her wings unfurled was after her reincarnation, ripping apart her skin and the back of her clothing. They don't hurt to open anymore, but scars are present and mark the spots they call home. If she isn't wearing specialized clothing, the backs of shirts and jackets will still be ripped open whenever she spreads her wings. Much of the clothing she makes for personal use is made with a demonic thread, letting it separate at a touch of almighty energy. A perfect solution gifted to her to avoid ruining her outfit.

When spreading her wings, a large blast of light will occur and potentially blind those looking her way. Having to carry a human being, they span to about 15 feet. They hold the ideal feathery wing look and feel just the same. Each feather is able to crystallize and harden to a jagged point, changing to an orange translucent tint.

When in that crystal formation, she's able to deflect strikes upon the feathers (especially effective with demonic entities). Each impact will shorten her time to use her wings, however, as the feathers have a good chance to break or crack.
The crystals can also be used in manipulation spells, moving the pure mana encased inside and forming it into a dust. As long as she can see the item or it's simple enough, she can make a basic recreation. The second her wings are dispelled however, it'll vanish.

Holding this state for too long can cause her to be drained of her holy energy. The lower her energy, the lower the count of her feathers—and the smaller her wings. Once they grow too small, her flight will become impaired, or restrict her from flying completely.

Her wings can be reduced to a large crystal each, revoking the blinding entrance and ability to fly. They'll still rip through any clothing that isn't specially made, but it leaves her able to use abilities freely. Her ability to easily defend herself is lacking, but she's still able to manipulate her mana dust to create barriers and other objects.

For "holy" uses only

Her back is adorned with a series of runes, each applicable to a weapon of its representation. It's unknown how they were applied to her body, but she's blamed the initial clash of souls.
These weapons may only be summoned in her Angelic state. Each weapon will fade into existence with a soft blue glow, the rune resembling it temporarily leaving her body. Her experience with each weapon varies, but practice is being made when able.

A set of Daggers, blade length of 8 inches. Four runes are present, letting her bring four daggers into existence at once. The runes are four [ ᛞ ] in a line down her spine, starting between her shoulder blades.
A Halberd featuring a half-moon blade. The back end is hooked for catching weapons or limbs. The pointed tip is shorter, but still ideal for piercing. Her lower back has [ ᚹᛚ ] in a linear tower, the first stacked upon the latter.
A tactical Crossbow designed without the shoulder stock. While it makes it more portable, her aim and handling are affected. Ammunition is pulled from smaller runes surrounding the bow's, leaving 5 bolts for her use. [ ᚺ ] represents the bow, while [ ᛁ ] represents the bolts. The bolts surround the bow in a pentagram at her mid-back.
If ammunition isn't available, she can instead use a crystallized replacement. While the metal and feather bolts can be deadly, the mana bolts are far less effective. Usually they shatter and dispel upon impact, but can be useful with altered effects.
Her control over her mana is growing by the day, often times able to exploit the dust forms to make a multitude of effects. Lasers, shattering beams, shrapnel, and flares are some of the styles she's gotten a hold of.

She may carry a 23.5 inch serrated sword gifted to her by @Aichmomanic, if she feels it needed. The blade is designed to glow blue if her energy is channeled into the metal, though it's likely just a cosmetic thing. The blade itself isn't too great for combat as the serrated edge often gets caught, but does a damn fine job at making someone bleed.

Her Ruger SR40 isn't a likely choice, but possible. Her aim isn't the best, but she's not afraid to waste ammunition. Which, in reality, is often her downfall. Alternative ammo could be made using her mana, but the effectiveness would have to be tested on the spot. If she was to create a bullet improperly, it could burst within the weapon.