"Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky" -Unknown-
Lydia Ophelia Levnot
NICKNAMES
Lyd [Neutral]
Ophy [Hates]
AGE
20
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC
September 7th - ♍
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY & MARTIAL STATUS
Heterosexual and Single
DIALOGUE COLOR
D9828B
Lydia has dark brown hair. Many would like to argue it's black however. The layered hair cut she has goes down past her shoulders, and cut straight bangs rest on her forehead. Though she often side sweeps them when she gets annoyed of the hair. Her hair almost has a purple hue to it when hit with the sun, she blames the darker colors.
EYES
The witch has deep green eyes, the same as a dark moss. Mystery is the only thing that radiates from her glance, and it always looks like she knows something you don't.
SKIN
She was blessed with milky skin that is soft to the touch. Freckles are scattered around her skin, and around the bridge of her nose. Though they're rather light in intensity.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT
5'2 / 108
ETHNICITY
English / Celtic
MISC
Lydia doesn't have any markings scarring her skin. She has a few tattoos. On on the side of her breast, a symbol of direction on her right wrist, a geometric circle on her back, and a tattoo on each foot. Aside from her tattoos, she has symmetrical ear piercingson each side and a nose ring.
XXXOrganized✦ Clever✧Serious✦ Analytical✧ Natural Leader
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She wasn't always this way, as her brother likes to remind her. When she was younger she was carefree - happy. She lived life like any kid did. That was all until she turned 14 and the signs of becoming the next supreme surfaced. Her Mother change her demeanor towards her, and started molding the girl for supposed greatness.
That greatness meant pulling Lydia away from the things she used to love doing. It meant practice honing her powers from sunrise to sunset. It meant becoming serious, and learning the roles of a leader. She was put to the test by her Mother constantly. Actions out of line resulted in disciplinary action.
Lydia is now a girl that has her self in check. In her room, everything has a spot. She makes a list in the morning of objectives to complete, she keeps things clean and proper. She developed a serious demeanor towards her responsibilities and life in general, making it hard for her to do anything for herself, or relax.
☑ Completing Goals- It's fulfilling to check something off her list, or even accomplishing anything in general
☑ Witchcraft- Some hate witchcraft, others love it. Lydia can't imagine life without it
☑ Stargazing- With magic being real, the universe is a window into the unknown. She finds it beautiful and often stays up to see the stars
☑ Buddhist Living- Lydia isn't a Buddhist herself, but she likes the culture. She collects small Buddha figurines and reads things of the following
DISLIKES
☒ Being Late- Lydia is a punctual kind of girl. Being late ticks her off
☒ Failing- Her expectations are high for herself. No exceeding hurts
☒ Funerals- Death is something she strays from. Lydia has always had trouble going to the gathering of mourning, and she hates doing it. It's a loss
☒ The Power-hungry- Unlike many she isn't driven by power, but by knowledge
■ Potion Making- She's always had a natural knack for herbalism and alchemy
■ Witchcraft- Being the next in line as the supreme of her coven, it's only expected
■ Quick Thinker- Thinking on her feet is important when you're constantly faced with tough situations. It doesn't take her long to think of a solution
■ Perceptive- Little things being out of place, or even a missing paper. She's bound to pick up on it
FLAWS
□ Letting Go- Her past is something she has a hard time coming to terms with, as well if people wrong her
□ Guarded- Lydia keeps herself under lock and key, scared to show vulnerability to anyone
□ Stressed Easily- Despite her rank, she still gets stressed. This leads to headaches, which can lead to her snapping
□ Strength- Being scrawny, and not that worried about it, she isn't terribly strong
QUIRKS
▼ Makes Lists- To get through her day, she makes a list of things that need to be done when she wakes. She checks it off overtime, and keeps them all in a small box
▼ Dark Rooms- Her room light will never be on. Maybe her lamp, but she prefers the dark in her own room
She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
And can she take me for awhile?
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend
[Chorus]
We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
[chorus]
It's too far away for me to hold
It's too far away...
Guess I'll let it go