Name: Lydia Mae Calder
Age / D.O.B.: 30, March 5th, 1994
Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis-Female, she/her, heterosexual
Hometown: Houston, TX
Affiliation: Syndicate
Job position: Journalist for VOGUE magazine, guest columnist New York Times (for information sourcing), Hacker (alias Blue Bird), Member of the Syndicate
Education: Northwestern Medill Journalism
Relationship status: Single.
Children: None.
Positive traits: Cunning, Loyal, Determined, Assertive, Playful
Negative traits: Impatient, Impulsive, Controlling, Sneaky, Deceitful
— BIOGRAPHY
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Youngest child out of three. Two older brothers. Military father. There isn't much Lydia remembers of her older brother's death or her father or the fallout. All she remembers is the dark times after that, the loneliness and neglect; the way she never seemed to feel quite good enough for her mother. The way her brother became the one thing to cling to.
Lydia grew up facing the darkness, yet somehow managing to be far more sheltered from things than her brother ever had been. Bright as she was, she grew up dreaming of college. Hoping to one day make it out of what she remembers to have been hell.
During college she began looking for jobs she could manage to do on the side. Being someone who needed as much time to cover her studies, though, she ended up sharing her desperation with a friend one night. That friend suggested she look for jobs outside the norm. What started out as a simple way to pay the bills eventually became her path of living as comfortably as one could.
Lydia was able to graduate Northwestern Medill Journalism school without any debt, thanks to her brother and the pay she received from her own odd jobs.
She is ever so grateful for the support she's received from her brother, truly thinking of him as her hero. In return she's never let him know about the hacking she took up back then. Truthfully she doesn't want him to know. As she is equally unaware of his own dark side, the idea of him finding out would destroy her.
After graduation she took on work with various news papers, having recently worked in the tv news department. Occasionally she's dabbled in fashion. A passion was born.
When the opportunity presented itself to work as a guest columnist for the New York Times she took the opportunity immediately. Not only did it provide an excellent source for information regarding her other job, it also brought her right on the path of New York.
Recently she's landed a job with Vogue magazine and taken the opportunity to move to New York. Once again she's in the same city as her brother.
New York became a fast home but also left far too many question. One bored evening led down a path of research, too curious over the things she was reading and noticing. Lydia hacked someone from the Syndicate. What could have been trouble instead landed her a job with said Syndicate. She was good at what she was doing. Blue Bird had made a name for herself.
— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
The one who kept the secret Ex-Boyfriend. Lydia cared for him a lot but when he found out about her job, the hacking taking place under his own roof in order to finance things he drew the line and walked. Seemingly nothing was leaked as she remained free from the law but the loss still hit her hard
Wherever you will go Her best friend. The one person who stuck with her, and her with them. Met in college and eventually found out about things. There is nothing Lydia wouldn't do for them.
New York, New York Friend/Neighbor. Someone that Lydia met after moving to New York. Someone who potentially became someone for her to hangout with and show her the city.
It was hard to believe that it had been months since Lydia had come to New York. Quite honestly, the more shocking thing had been just how easily the young woman had been able to settle in. Life in the big city seemed to suit her far better than simply just being stuck within an apartment in a much smaller town. Despite it all it was exactly those years within the smaller town, the tinier apartment that had shaped her to the person she was now; independent, confident and very much in love with what she was doing. Whether it was the articles she got to poste in Vogue or the little column one would find within the New York Times, Lydia had made it not just on the web. And even then, that life had become as much a part of her as the things she did during the day. Only when it came to her brother did she slow down her thoughts, focus on things at hand much rather than what her less than legal hobby-turned-job meant to her.
Even though the siblings were, in fact, siblings, she still very much found the need to announce herself. Was that her own inner need to assure her secrets remained safe and kept behind a wall of pretty smiles and a fashion loving exterior? The brunette had no doubt that even her big brother had a need for privacy. At the end of the day that was how the world worked. Mere hours ago, had she sent a text, announcing she’d be coming over after work. And she’d made good on that promise. For now she was waiting in front of the door, waiting to be let in after announcing her presence with a ring of the door.
➥ Vanya had been staring at the wall, the book in his hand utterly discarded. He could have been sleeping from any observer's point of view, if it wasn't for the lit cigarette in his other hand. How long had he been there was anyone's guess, the world had just melted away from him. Getting closer, there would be obvious signs of concentrated thought across his face, creases in his forehead, eyes narrowed and sharp at the wall. Whatever took up his thought in the moment, had him in a chokehold. Perhaps it was his estranged brother, maybe it was the book he had been previously reading, or maybe it was something entirely too grand scheme, his place in the world, where he was at in it.
Too many variables perhaps for someone who didn't know him, which is why his whole face softened when he heard footsteps approach the stairs he sat on; always about leaving a good first impression, that's how you stayed alive. Blue eyes met the other's face, studying it a bit - what felt like a very heavy silence - he began to shift to move. "Sorry, do you - the stairs. I'm blocking them, huh?" Vanya hated how his voice couldn't possibly hide the simple fact that he was loaded.
This was the first time in hours the brunette got to slow down instead of rushing all over town. The very moment all things on her list had been done, nothing had seemed quite as wonderful as the idea of rest only to find someone blocking the stairs. A smile, hidden within the corners of her lips she remained quiet as she listened to the other's words and ramblings regarding the blocking of the stairs. Only then did she shake her head. "No, if need be I can climb over. I think." Lydia probably could, even though climbing had been far from her mind.
"Are you okay?" Her voice left no doubt that she cared for the answer. The one thing that had always been her weakness; caring for just about anyone that crossed her despite the path she herself have evidently chosen. Lydia's eyes trailed to the book, tilting her head to better be able to read the title. "Hm, interesting choice." ❧ @vanyashay
No matter how much she'd grown to love the city, no matter how much time spent rushing through the streets of a city that she now knew truly never seemed to sleep, she could still get lost. For a while now she'd been wandering around, searching for the restaurant someone at work had recommended; some little corner place that apparently had amazing food. And all for her to simply get lost. Of course, with her luck even her phone had given up. It was now tucked away in her bag, charging with one of the portable chargers. Until then she was lost, at least until she finally lost her patience to wait and instead approached someone who at least looked like they may know their way around.
"Sorry, do you happen to know where a place called La Roche is? I was told it's around here." A sigh. "I think I've gotten terribly lost."
