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me?????? an explosive temper???????? yeah leave me alone 

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𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈   :   zaiden   &   open. 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   :   town   square 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆   :   8:20  PM

               𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍   cursed   to   skulk   through   the   shadows   with   no   choice   for   repentance   —   and   though   zaiden   had   long   since   cast   aside   the   desire   to   appease   the   deity   that   had   forced   him   to   become   one   of   the   monsters   that   go   bump   in   the   night   ,   the   dark-haired   vampire   finds   himself   lingering   at   the   fringe   of   the   town-square   with   his   head   canted   to   the   side   in   mild   curiosity.   he   can   all   but   taste   the   salt   slicking   over   mortal   flesh   ,   all   but   hear   the   steady   thrum   of   blood   pounding   through   veins   &   capillaries   …   and   though   the   faintest   thread   of   hunger   pangs   at   his   insides   ,   he   schools   his   carnal   desire   with   an   expression   of   passive   intrigue.   

               while   most   of   the   patrons   crowding   the   town-square   tote   candles   &   crocodile   tears   to   mourn   those   they   had   yet   to   ever   know   on   a   personal   level.   fangs   click   together   ever   so   slightly   &   as   he   parts   his   lips   to   speak   ,   even   zaiden   isn’t   certain   to   whom   he’s   speaking   to.   ❛   damn   ,   kinda   sad   ,   isn’t   it   ?   ❜   he   drawls   out   as   an   arm-warmer   clad   hand   lifts   to   smooth   out   his   bangs.   a   shoulder   lifts   slightly   in   a   half-shrug.   ❛   how   many   of   the   people   here   actually   KNEW   dewitt   &   wyler   ,   do   you   think   ?   ❜   perhaps   it’s   callous   ,   but   a   smug   smirk   tugs   at   his   lips.   ❛   i   just   got   here   ,   so   i   only   heard   about   the   news   recently   …   but   here   i   am   ,   at   this   vigil.   wonder   how   many   people   actually   GIVE   A   SHIT   ,   you   know   …   ❜

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎  the vigil like moths to flame  ;  desperate as ever to cleave their way into the center of tragedy  ,  to lead a starring role in their 15 seconds of fame in front of the news cameras  .  it’d been this way ever since  those girls  had gone missing  —  one would think that with how their names had been circulating about town  ,  lydia would remember  ,  but no  .  she cared very little about their disappearance  .  she hadn’t known them before their disappearance  ,  and unlike the others who strived to now with their absence being so publicized  ,  lydia couldn’t find it within herself to be bothered  .  people disappeared every day  ,  she knew that well enough from previous experience  ;  this was nothing new  ,  and certainly nothing worthy of all this pomp and circumstance  .  dewitt  &  wyler would eventually be forgotten about anyway  ,  as the trail grew cold  &  people moved on  ,  their legacy relegated to little more than becoming faded missing posters stapled to telephone polls  .

and yet  ,  even with all of that said  ,  she  still  finds herself slinking towards the town square once night has fallen  .  she can’t help it  ,  really  —  she’s bored  ,  desperately in need of some entertainment  ,  and what better than watching the townsfolk put on their show of sympathy  &  false hope  ?  she snickers as she watches a young woman force out a tear to wipe away  ,  ducks beneath the awning of a shop to continue bearing witness to the scene as it unfolds  ,  taking up an easy stance beside zade as he speaks  .

“    sad  ?  dude  ,  this is fucking  hilarious  .    ”    she scoffs a laugh  ,  swaying beside him as pearl fangs flash in a quick grin  .  beckoning with one hand towards the crowd  ,  rings flashing on her fingers when they catch in the streetlights  ,  lydia cocks a brow  .    “    how many of those people do you think actually knew them  ?  they’re here for the cameras  ,  and to make themselves feel good  ,  more than anything  .  gonna whine on myspace about it later for attention  .    ”    a pause as a noise of thought hums in her throat  ,  a half second of the most  basic  level of compassion one can extend towards others  .

“    i mean  ,  it does sort of suck for their families  ,  i   guess  ?  but this shit happens all the time  ,  soooo  ....    ”

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the shape of a girl, joan macleod

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(   ellie thatcher ,   female ,   she/her  )   apparently   that's   𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍   lurking   around   town   for   a year .   the   local   psychic   claims   they're   a   𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄   (   record store clerk   )   who's   𝟐𝟑   /   𝟒𝟓  years    old    but   she's   always   been   a   bit   unhinged .   whispers   around   town   say   they're   intrepid ,   artful   but   mordant .   honestly ,   they   remind   me   of   using pages of the bible as tinder for a fire , getting a stick & poke in your best friend’s basement , & the liberation of forsaking your savior   which   explains   why   i've   seen   them   with   an   aged rosary . 

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.   lydia emerson  ;  born as  lydia anne morgan  . 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒.   lydia myers  ,  sawyer augustine  ,  valerie tatum smith  ,  various others  . 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.   lyd  ,  lydz  ,  deetz  . 𝐀𝐆𝐄.   physically 23  ;  truly 45  . 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.   female  ;  she/her  . 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.   bisexual  . 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒.   vampire  . 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   clerk  @  quiet riot records shop  . 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

(   tws for  :  abuse  ,  loss of a child  ,  alcoholism  ,  attempted murder  ,  period typical misogyny  ,  if i’ve forgotten to tag anything or you need something tagged please let me know  !   ) lydia was born in 1960 to a moderately unhappy pair looking to save both face  &  their miserable marriage  .  while they had initially been informed that they were expecting twins  ,  lydia’s sibling died in utero  &  thereafter was absorbed by lydia herself in a case of twin resorption  .  while there was little explanation for this phenomenon at the time  ,  lydia’s mother  ,  theresa  ,  was distraught  ,  under the assumption that lydia must have killed her sibling in the womb if only she had survived  ,  and began to view the child growing inside of her as something akin to the devil  .  this belief was only exacerbated by the difficult pregnancy she endured with lydia  ,  anf further stoked by her strict catholic beliefs  . after her birth  ,  theresa’s feelings remained unchanged  ;  she was a withdrawn  ,  angry mother  ,  forced to keep up the act of a perfectly quaint little family in front of friends  &  family  .  unfortunately  ,  theresa fell victim to severe postpartum depression which would devolve into full blown psychosis  .  given the time period  ,  this went largely unnoticed for the most part  ,  written off as the stress a new mother must endure for the sake of her child  .  meanwhile  ,  lydia’s father  ,  richard  ,  was of little help  .  he was similarly withdrawn but as opposed to theresa  ,  this was less rooted in hatred and more in the general apathy he faced most things with  .  coming from a broken home himself  ,  directionless in life  &  uninspired  ,  he’d long since turned to the drink as a way of coping  &  the arrival of his daughter had done little to change that  . in a hazy memory that haunts lydia to this day  ,  she can recall the day her mother wrapped both hands around her throat a the tender age of three  ,  and attempted to squeeze every last bit of life from her  .  all the while  ,  she was shrieking like a banshee about how lydia was a demon  ,  the antichrist  ,  nothing but a  plague  .  her father found them moments before lydia slipped into unconsciousness  ,  and she has little recollection of what happened between them after that  . the situation itself resulted in theresa’s departure  .  this would eventually lead to lydia being left in the care of her maternal grandparents after three more years spent with her father  ,  who spent more time under the influence than he did sober  .  her grandmother  &  grandfather were strict and very much orthodox  ,  though they  did  love her  ,  but their expectations of her were far too lofty  .  they weren’t the affectionate type  ,  but were more prone to physical rewards than words of praise or hugs  .  her childhood  &  adolescence were pockmarked with various attempts at rebellion  ;  talking back  ,  sneaking out of sunday school  ,  sneaking out at home  ,  meeting up with the outcasts in town despite often being warned to steer clear of them  ,  stealing  ,  etcetera  .  lydia was desperate to feel something and in pursuit of pleasure  ,  she continued to act out and do as she pleased  .  she began to dabble in darker things  :  the supernatural  &  the occult  ,  namely  .  she was kicked out of her home at 18 and spent her time couch surfing  . as the 80′s rolled around  ,  she delved into the world of satanism  , urged on by the need to separate herself from her heavily religious upbringing  &  the ways in which her experiences during childhood had effected her  ;  essentially  ,  a big  fuck you  to the majority of her family  ,  and to god himself  .  at this point she was on the other side of the satanic panic  ,  laughing at those that protested and screeched about unholy corruption in things like music  &  literature  . lydia was well known on the scene .  with her sharp humor and devil may care attitude  ,  she was the life of the parties she frequently attended  .  and it was during the aftermath of one such event that she would come to lose her life  :  taken with a perfect stranger  ,  she’d followed him into the darkened alleyways as the party came to a close  ,  unaware of his intentions to quite literally bleed her dry  . when she woke the following night  ,  she was in a haze  ,  wobbling like a baby deer and overcome with a hunger so intense it almost sent her toppling to the ground  .

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.

as opposed to some  ,  lydia accepted her fate with little complaints  .  in fact  ,  you might say she was a little  too  enthusiastic  ...  driven by thirst  ,  she slaughtered a group of college students and left them out in the open air of the park they’d been having a nighttime hangout at  .  she fled town soon after  ,  leaving behind the sunny shores of california for the emptiness of indiana  .  she began going by the name lydia myers meanwhile  . after that  ,  she never really stayed in one place for too long  .  she loved to travel  ,  enjoying her freedom immensely  ,  and found kin with the people she met along the way  .  most of these relationships were fairly fickle  ,  in the grand scheme of things  ;  most people she charmed out of necessity  .  it was nice to have a friend to call on when you needed a place to stay  ,  or a few bucks for bus fare  .  it was a genuine rarity for her to find herself truly attached to another  ,  because she feared commitment more than anything  ;  she still does  ,  in fact  .  letting someone grow close means giving them the chance to hurt you  ,  to leave you  ,  and lydia is  ...  not about that  .

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘.

though she’d initially vowed upon her departure that she’d never return to cali  ,  lydia has come slinking back  .  if you ask her why  ,  she’ll tell you it’s boredom  ,  and that much is true  —  but a pressing matter remains  :  that of her sire  .  she’s been running from him for 22 years since her turning  ,  but recently  ,  she’s felt a sharp tug on the thread that keeps them connected  .  both curious and vexed  ,  and maybe searching for an answer to a question she’s tried not to ask  ,  she’s tracked him back to ambrose  .  to support herself  ,  she’s taken up a job at the record store   (   one of the things she’s always enjoyed has been music  !   )

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

hello words are failing me so take some bullet point traits  .  :,) +   creative  ,  adventurous  ,  brave  ,  resourceful  ,  charismatic   (   when necessary   )  . -   manipulative  ,  sardonic  ,  evasive  ,  stubborn  ,  dishonest  ,  hotheaded .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

hi please bring me her sire  .  i have  ... honestly too many ideas to list here because i don’t want to risk rambling for like  ,  eight paragraphs about everything lmao  .

i think it would be interesting if she ran into someone she hasn’t seen for years  .  maybe they were one of the people she used  ,  and they’re super pissed at her for how she just ghosted  .  or maybe they look back on her fondly  .

she antagonizes people for fun  .  please hate her

she’s also definitely the type to flat out tell people she’s a vampire  .  and like  ,  given her usual sarcastic  ,  jokey nature  ... people probably just take it as her messing around  .  which is even more hilarious to her  .  this could result in  :  1.  someone who constantly goes along with the ‘joke’  ,  who maybe later on finds out and either also thinks it’s funny  ,  is horrified  ,  or feels betrayed   (   to which lydz would respond with  but i told you  ?   )   2.  someone who is very suspicious of her and Does Not think it’s just a funny joke at all

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she loves going to the beach late at night  .  like  ,  the sand getting everywhere sucks  ,  but she’ll deal with it  .

she can be surprisingly generous when in a good mood  .  when she says don’t mention it  ,  she fuckin means it

loves motorcycles  ,  wants one someday

has an old polaroid camera from the 80′s that she still uses pretty frequently  .  she enjoys photography  !

i need you all to know i literally came up with her because i listened to kiss the go goat by ghost for hours on end over the span of a few days please help i can’t stop

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Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith Slaying Holofernes, 1620, Uffizi Gallery.