Likes:
•Drugs
•Money
•Music
•Peace

Dislikes:
•Drugs
•Men
•The Dark
•Pain



Description
Lydia is tall and thin; too thin if one were to see past the heavy layers of clothing she wears. Her hair is dark brown and match her eyes, however, over the years, it's lost some of the luster that it once had. Lea tends to wear too much makeup to hide the pallor of her skin and the open wounds that are on her face from tearing at her own skin while "on a trip."

Skills:
Lydia is very good at swimming; something she learned from her older sister when she was young
Her time on the streets had taught her how to hide very well.
Though she's a small girl, the street has also taught her fighting. She's not very strong, but she had good technique.

Personality
Lydia is a social butterfly. She loves people and socialization. However, it's been known to her for quite a while that she's not too good at it. She tends to be a bit awkward, never really saying what she wants. As a result of this, she is frustrated with herself. And so she tends to use her body instead of her brain. It's not that she's dumb, just that she believes that people inherently want sex... all the time. She especially believes this about men, and so she doesn't trust them. In fact, to her, men are the scum of the earth.
Lydia is also very good at getting attention. She often makes herself appear more upset then she really is in order to get attention from people. Some may say the this is an addiction of hers. She needs to feel that people care, even if she forces them to care. Like most drug addicts, Lea has a completely different personality when she's high. She is self confident, happy, and mean when someone threatens to take her drugs away



History
Lydia was born in Los Angeles and has lived her all of her life. When she was very young, her parents got a divorce. It was a messy divorce, and in Lea's eyes, it was her older sister's fault. No, Jennie (her sister) had never told on her dad for sexually abusing her, but her mother had found out. Lydia never spoke to or saw her dad again, but for a brief period of time, she didn't talk to her sister either. Some may call her a jerk upon discovering this, but how is a five year old supposed to understand this? All young Lea knew was that her daddy, who had always been nice to her, was going away and Jennie's name kept on coming up. Shortly after the divorce, her mother got a new boyfriend. No, Lea didn't like him, but when he died, the whole family was upset. After all, he had been a good man. After that, Lea's mother went into a depression that only ended when she started "going to the doctor."
It wasn't until she was almost 12, and Jennie had gone off to college, that Lydia discovered that "the doctor" was really a drug dealer. And after that, it didn't take long for Lydia to start up herself. After all, she had met the dealer, and they had talked, he had flirted; made her feel like she was worth something, and he had started visiting on non-drug-related business. He was just visiting because he liked her. Of course, an innocent semi-romantic relationship between a 12 year old girl and a forty year old man can never end well. It wasn't long before he was introducing her to heavy drugs and she was hooked. And when she was thirteen, he took advantage of her when she was high. She blamed herself, said that she had given him permission when her mother caught them together a few weeks later.
This continued for three years. As for the drugs, she was addicted. She simply couldn't stop, no matter how much she wanted to. It wasn't until she was arrested for prostitution and forced to spend 15 days in jail that Lydia actually understood the effect the drugs had on her body. She suffered from intense withdrawal and was tested positive for HIV. Yet, when she got out, all she did was run. She lived on the streets for a while, selling herself for more drugs, getting high every day. And then she found the warehouse.

Theme Song:
Hotel California- The Eagles
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!

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