Post by LYDIA MARTIN on May 21, 2014 21:02:14 GMT -5
LYDIA MARTIN
full name: lydia josephine martin
nicknames: ly
age: 17
member-group: banshee
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation: high school student
play by: holland roden
personality:
-impulsive
-damaged
-dishonest
-easily overwhelmed
-easily frightened
-sarcastic
-dismissive
+beautiful
+immune
+intelligent
+persuasive
+fun
+flirty
+organized
+popular
history:
lydia martin has always been and will always be an only child. it’s one of her defining characteristics. spoiled since the very day she was born, the young strawberry blonde never went a day wanting something. her parents caved at the very sight of her pouty lip and slightly watery eyes. she’s always been good at manipulating people...growing up, her parents knew that she was intelligent - she scored well on tests and exhibited a great deal of social finesse - but she also was constantly caught up in the world around her. her grades and smarts took a backseat to parties and popularity, giving way to the lydia martin we all know and love. when she met jackson whittemore, it was love - or lust - at first sight. she fell for the way he commanded a room, the general sass, and even the inexplicably attractive rudeness that he exhibited. everything was perfect...until, well, it wasn’t. when allison argent moved to town, things started changing. sure, she had a best friend to lean on, but beacon hills seemed to be turning upsidedown. murders, wolves... she was attacked by peter hale. brought him back to life. learned of werewolves, kanimas, druids, darach, oni, kitsune. and ultimately? of her true nature: that of a banshee.
There was as much glee that Beckett felt in Ghost’s story as he imagined there would be. Of course he had given Vincent a run for his money - he should have known better than to come looking for a fight at the hands of the Professional Fighters. Arch knew that they were scaring the poor girl, he could see in the way she reacted to everything that they said. Each statement seemed like a new blow to her, confusing her further and sending her spiraling into another fit of surprise. He wanted to laugh at her and her stupidity, but he held it together, raising his eyebrows. She was obviously effected by the topic of her brother, something that he took careful care in noticing. Beckett might have had an anger problem, but he knew how to exploit weakness when he saw it, “The young Mr. Clark comes and goes. He’s a guard now.” His eyes lit up as he told her the truth, “Dangerous business, you know. Never know what kind of...hazards he’ll run into.”
The sound of her voice was supposed to be soothing, Becks was sure of that. Perhaps she was training to be someone who talks all the time...beats around the bush...an insignificant piece of Amity. He shook his head at the thought - In Dauntless, she could have been something great but returning here from Amity, she was nothing more than mediocre. She clearly wished the pass the buck onto Erudite and Beckett smirked even more, refusing to abandon his position leaning forward and glaring at the young Miss Clark, “Erudite, hmm?” Surely he would have to have a conversation with his brother Griffin if that was the case. Just the same, he wasn’t about to write off Amity as being completely innocent in this whole ordeal. The girl refused to break his gaze, perhaps angering him even more.
Relaxing back in his chair, the man unclenched his fists. It would do him no good to have his body tensed while he was getting this tattoo - especially considering the tensing could cause some disfiguration of the icon. He needed it done perfectly - the snake was his pride and joy. The twentieth addition to his impressive works of art, “Do you have any tattoos, Adelaide?” She had been a Dauntless once.
“They developed a quicker way of doing it here at Dauntless, but I prefer traditional tattoos myself.” He reached down and pulled off the fabric that had been wrapped around his forearm, giving Ghost the go-ahead to begin, “A tiny needle piercing your skin over and over again. It’s an annoyance, but it leaves such a profound mark.” He looked up from Ghost’s tattoo gun and settled back on eyeing the girl, “Now imagine if you went through all that annoyance and were left without a mark because the gun happened to be out of ink, without satisfaction that you had accomplished anything and you had to start all over again because your tattoo artist forgot to check and see if the ink would arrive on time.. Would you take out your anger on yourself? Or on the Faction that failed to provide the necessary service that you paid for?” His metaphor had taken a turn for the literal.
“The best plan of action is, perhaps, to deliver a message to the Amity. Don’t you think?” His eyes lit up like a christmas tree in the middle of the holiday season, “Teach them that this is under no circumstances acceptable and then do the same with Erudite. Your Amity should have safety back-ups.” This was in no way shape or form Adelaide’s fault, but Beckett was not to be deterred at this point. Perhaps this would teach her not to come back into a Faction which she had left behind, “You seem to know everything...What sends the strongest message, Adelaide Clark?”
nicknames: ly
age: 17
member-group: banshee
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation: high school student
play by: holland roden
personality:
-impulsive
-damaged
-dishonest
-easily overwhelmed
-easily frightened
-sarcastic
-dismissive
+beautiful
+immune
+intelligent
+persuasive
+fun
+flirty
+organized
+popular
history:
lydia martin has always been and will always be an only child. it’s one of her defining characteristics. spoiled since the very day she was born, the young strawberry blonde never went a day wanting something. her parents caved at the very sight of her pouty lip and slightly watery eyes. she’s always been good at manipulating people...growing up, her parents knew that she was intelligent - she scored well on tests and exhibited a great deal of social finesse - but she also was constantly caught up in the world around her. her grades and smarts took a backseat to parties and popularity, giving way to the lydia martin we all know and love. when she met jackson whittemore, it was love - or lust - at first sight. she fell for the way he commanded a room, the general sass, and even the inexplicably attractive rudeness that he exhibited. everything was perfect...until, well, it wasn’t. when allison argent moved to town, things started changing. sure, she had a best friend to lean on, but beacon hills seemed to be turning upsidedown. murders, wolves... she was attacked by peter hale. brought him back to life. learned of werewolves, kanimas, druids, darach, oni, kitsune. and ultimately? of her true nature: that of a banshee.
There was as much glee that Beckett felt in Ghost’s story as he imagined there would be. Of course he had given Vincent a run for his money - he should have known better than to come looking for a fight at the hands of the Professional Fighters. Arch knew that they were scaring the poor girl, he could see in the way she reacted to everything that they said. Each statement seemed like a new blow to her, confusing her further and sending her spiraling into another fit of surprise. He wanted to laugh at her and her stupidity, but he held it together, raising his eyebrows. She was obviously effected by the topic of her brother, something that he took careful care in noticing. Beckett might have had an anger problem, but he knew how to exploit weakness when he saw it, “The young Mr. Clark comes and goes. He’s a guard now.” His eyes lit up as he told her the truth, “Dangerous business, you know. Never know what kind of...hazards he’ll run into.”
The sound of her voice was supposed to be soothing, Becks was sure of that. Perhaps she was training to be someone who talks all the time...beats around the bush...an insignificant piece of Amity. He shook his head at the thought - In Dauntless, she could have been something great but returning here from Amity, she was nothing more than mediocre. She clearly wished the pass the buck onto Erudite and Beckett smirked even more, refusing to abandon his position leaning forward and glaring at the young Miss Clark, “Erudite, hmm?” Surely he would have to have a conversation with his brother Griffin if that was the case. Just the same, he wasn’t about to write off Amity as being completely innocent in this whole ordeal. The girl refused to break his gaze, perhaps angering him even more.
Relaxing back in his chair, the man unclenched his fists. It would do him no good to have his body tensed while he was getting this tattoo - especially considering the tensing could cause some disfiguration of the icon. He needed it done perfectly - the snake was his pride and joy. The twentieth addition to his impressive works of art, “Do you have any tattoos, Adelaide?” She had been a Dauntless once.
“They developed a quicker way of doing it here at Dauntless, but I prefer traditional tattoos myself.” He reached down and pulled off the fabric that had been wrapped around his forearm, giving Ghost the go-ahead to begin, “A tiny needle piercing your skin over and over again. It’s an annoyance, but it leaves such a profound mark.” He looked up from Ghost’s tattoo gun and settled back on eyeing the girl, “Now imagine if you went through all that annoyance and were left without a mark because the gun happened to be out of ink, without satisfaction that you had accomplished anything and you had to start all over again because your tattoo artist forgot to check and see if the ink would arrive on time.. Would you take out your anger on yourself? Or on the Faction that failed to provide the necessary service that you paid for?” His metaphor had taken a turn for the literal.
“The best plan of action is, perhaps, to deliver a message to the Amity. Don’t you think?” His eyes lit up like a christmas tree in the middle of the holiday season, “Teach them that this is under no circumstances acceptable and then do the same with Erudite. Your Amity should have safety back-ups.” This was in no way shape or form Adelaide’s fault, but Beckett was not to be deterred at this point. Perhaps this would teach her not to come back into a Faction which she had left behind, “You seem to know everything...What sends the strongest message, Adelaide Clark?”
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