Description
Lydia is beautiful, but not in the normal way. She's never been like most, with the dark tans, and the long flowing, beautiful blonde hair. She stands at about 5'0, and has small features, seeing as she only weighs a bit over 100 lbs. She's somewhat sinister looking, with her shiny, loose black curls down to her shoulders. Her left eye is a very light, almost aquamarine color rimmed with green, and her right is a chocolate brown. Her lips are almost always curved into a tight, menacing grin, and on them is placed crimson lipstick. Her teeth and nails seem to be sharp-looking, but it's not very noticable. It's a very unordinary day if Lydia isn't wearing all black, covering her chalky, pasty white skin.
Personality
Her thoughts are well-hidden, and most experienced mind readers can't even get into her head. But anybody that really knew her would know, deep down, that she had a broken spirit, but her vicious intent seems to cover that part of her. She's curious about most things, but she keeps her distance almost always. If there's something she wants she'll fight for it to the end, and the more someone tells her she can't, the harder she tries. She can't help the devious thoughts running through her head, but will she ever be able to control them, somewhat?
Equipment
Her equipment varies from a collection of clothes, many gemstones, even to pictures and trinkets. She carries it all in a dark-colored, mahogany trunk, embossed with silver detailing. On the side of the trunk, 'Lydia Madeline-Rose' is engraved, in worn-looking, carved script letters. At first glance, people wouldn't know what it said. In the trunk lies an arrangement of black clothes, sometimes a white, plain shirt or pair of pants, several sticks of crimson colored lipstick, a picture of an unnamed female, and an ivory jewelry box with many different jems inside. She carries no weapons, because she sees no need for them, though she may have the occasional dagger she picked up off of someone else.
History
Ever since that tragic night, many many years ago, Lydia has been a completely different being. Nobody knows about her, except for one, and she plans to keep it that way. But she does wonder if her secret will ever really come out... Forever she will be afraid to admit it, but she wonders if she'll even live to the day she's ready to be truthful. The only one who knows of her is of the same type, and she didn't technically have to tell her what she was. But still, Lydia hasn't seen the male who forever ruined her since that horrid night, but the last words he said were "Always, you will be my slave." Ever since, her life has been a fight. She wonders if he'll ever come back for her, once again...
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.