XxLyraxX

The Great Divide (Between XxLyraxX and Card Captor)

Lydia glanced at Adrian and nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m glad to be back. I really missed you.” She said softly as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. She nuzzled her face there for a few moments before she released him unwillingly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said. She paused before stepping forward and kissing him on the cheek before she turned and darted down the street towards her house, face as red as a tomato. She turned once she got to the end of the street, waved before turning the corner and heading for home.

Beastly

Mara stood there awkwardly, looking at her feet. She wished that she was so anti-social but meeting new people honestly made her nervous and when she was nervous she started stuttering and when she started stuttering it made her blush and when she blushed she started stuttering more. It was an endless cycle. "I-I'm M-Mara. I-It's nice t-to meet you." She said, her Irish accent becoming more noticeable the more nervous she got. Soon she would probably start talking in Gaelic without realizing it.

The Guardian Alliance

How are the bonds going to be paired? Are you going to pair us?

Until Freedom Calls Our Name (XxLyraxX & Jasonhero)

Lydia jerked as his voice rang out suddenly as she stumbled in surprise. Her foot hit something hard and she tried to jerk away but she ended up tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground; landing in hard on the ground. She felt something trickling down her arm and a spike of pain as she moved and she carefully lifted her other hand up and touched the spot. She gasped in pain and realized that a piece of the chair was embedded in her arm.

Until Freedom Calls Our Name (XxLyraxX & Jasonhero)

Lydia tilted her head as she gazed in the direction the boys voice was coming from and inched in the direction he had said. Soon she felt her leg bump into something and reached down to touch the bed. As soon as her fingers came into contact with the surface, she jerked back as images exploded through her mind. She saw every occupant of this room, every single person that ever touched the bed. Lydia quickly retreated back to her corner. Walls were safe, they didn't give her thousands of images when she touched them.

Until Freedom Calls Our Name (XxLyraxX & Jasonhero)

Lydia jumped at the sound of his voice and picked up a slight tapping noise, the sound of him walking over to her. She felt him reach down to grasp her arm and she jerked her arm away, scrambling to her feet and backing away. Her white eyes were wide as she struggled to make out just who this man was but it was no use; it was too dark and her eyes were to useless. The short girl started backing away slowly until she hit a wall, feeling somewhat safer now that she had something at her back.

Until Freedom Calls Our Name (XxLyraxX & Jasonhero)

Lydia twisted this way and that but her struggling was useless as she was dragged down the hallway. She hissed and spat at the two men doing the dragging but being half their size didn't help her escape attempts any. They were moving effortless, not showing any signs of strain and it made the tiny girl madder. Eventually they came to a stop and she tried to see why and she could barely make out a door. There was a hissing sound and then Lydia let out a yelp as she was tossed inside a room. The door shut and she heard the guards walk away. The girl lay frozen from where she had hit the ground, eyes wide as she tried to take in her surroundings. Unfortunately the cell was dark and rendered her mostly sightless eyes useless; the only thing she could see was blobs of shadows around her and trying to focus on anything to try and make it out was giving her a head ache. So she lay motionless on the ground, praying she was the only one in the cell. However, her hearing picked up the faint sound and breathing and the girl stopped breathing altogether, wondering just what she had been thrown into.

Until Freedom Calls Our Name (XxLyraxX & Jasonhero)

~She stands at around 4'10 and weighs around 103 pounds~

Lydia Greyson

Female

18

Psychometry~ The power to perceive the residual information of an object and/or person by using senses.

Sensory Scrying~ The power to perceive through other beings' senses. A sub-power of Telepathy and variation of Clairvoyance.

Empathy~ Power to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others

If one were to describe Lydia in general, they would say she was quiet. She hardly makes any noise when she walks or with anything she does. Lydia does not do anything irrationally; she analyzes the situation and plans out her moves carefully before she acts. Instead of being the center of attention, Lydia would prefer to be in the background where she can study, watch and learn. Lydia can also be very blunt; she is not afraid to say what's on her mind. She dislikes rude/loud people and tends to stay far away from them as she can. Because of her disability, Lydia is very independent and is loath to accept help and be viewed as weak. Mentally she is very strong but physically her body is very fragile though she acts like it is not; not wanting to seem weak. However, at times, despite her best attempts she is unable to do some things because of her lack of strength.

Lydia was born to two professor parents who was set on their child growing up and becoming a professor like them. Instead however, Lydia grew up uninterested in any of that. Her passion lied with the arts. When she was five she learned how to play the piano and in school she took every art class she could. She was happy, knowing she had found what she wanted to do in life. Her parents were disappointed in her but she cared not. Her life was going exactly as she wanted it too and she had decided at the age of eleven that she would get into Julliard. However, on her twelfth birthday all her dreams were shattered. Lydia and her parents had been on their to the restaurant where they were going to have Lydia's birthday dinner. When the light they had been sitting at turned green and the car moved forward, a drunk driver running his red light slammed into the passenger side in which Lydia and her mother were sitting on. Her father suffered a broken leg, her mother a broken cheek bone and fractured ankle. They all had cuts and bruises but it was Lydia's injury that was the most devastating. When the car hit them, Lydia's head had slammed against the window, jerked away then hit it again. This caused Lydia to acquire partial blindness. "Head trauma to the occipital lobe of the brain." Was the doctors diagnosis. It was irreversible and Lydia would be mostly blind for the rest of her life. Her art things were packed away, the girl now not able to make out enough to be able to paint. The only songs on the piano she could play where memorized ones but after the accident she never touched the instrument again. Her dreams of Julliard went out the window. As the years went by and she tried to coupe with her loss of sight, Lydia noticed something...odd. She noticed that if she concentrated on a living being she could actually see from their eyes, could smell what they smell. But she wasn't able to control the body. She also noticed she could tell what people were feeling and with practice could tweak their emotions. Of course, it only works on weak-minded people. The last thing she noticed was that when she touched things she could...see who had touched it or what the object had been through. And also, with that also came the knowledge on how to use the object. Her parents eventually found out about her powers and shipped her off to a facility where it was said they could "help" her become normal again.

Willow suffers from partial blindness. She can still make out objects but she has to concentrate hard to distinguish what things are. She is completely blind in darkness. This explains why her eyes are a very light gray, almost white.

Beastly

Mara noticed all the guys seemed to be staring at her and she blushed bright red and hurriedly wiped her face, lowering her eyes to the floor and inching until she was hidden from their sight behind Faeya. People staring at her made her nervous. "I-I'm f-fine." She managed to stammer out in her soft voice, fingers now having a death grip on the hem of her shirt.

The Guardian Alliance

~Stands at 4'6~

Lydia Finch

16

Female

Lydia is very shy and kind though she is so shy to the point where she can't really talk in front of other people. Having not socialized with anyone Lydia with no knowledge on how to relate to others and so she hardly ever knows what to say or how to act. She tends to blurt a lot of things out without realizing it or thinking about her words. She also gets embarrassed and flustered way too easily; often blushing and hiding her face. Being as innocent as she is to the world, she trusts way too easily and is oblivious about a lot of stuff, especially when it comes to flirting/love or basically any interest thrown her way. She can be very insecure about herself and her body and she tends to second-guess herself a lot. Lydia can become upset very easily and is very sensitive; also being very clumsy and tends to trip over her own feet a lot. Despite all of this however. Lydia also puts others needs before her own and in most cases she reacts without thinking of her own well-being: if someone is being hurt, Lydia will immediately try and protect them with any means possible without even considering herself. She is very, very selfless. Lydia can be very curious and is very easily captivated and awed by even the simplest of objects and things. She is very much like a child in a way.

Her family was killed when the mutants began destroying all the cities. Their house had been set on fire and her parents never made it out. The experience has left her scared of all mutants.

Parents- Deceased

Bond - Open

She can not swim and she is terrified of water, heights, dark and enclosed/tight spaces, thunder and loud noises.