apex predator

Lydia Dimir. President of Gamma Nu Omega. Lycanthrope. “But the thing that girls know best, is that glitter covers all the ugliness; and they know one thing above all the rest: sparkle covers evilness.” PoH: 0 | CS: 600

[lydiaxdimir]

a character moodboard: Lydia Dimir pt. 2/2

[lydiaxdimir]

a character moodboard: Lydia Dimir pt. 1/2

[xtristanxfaustx]

She had hit him right where it hurt. It did get lonely living by himself in a cabin in the woods. He didn’t even have a proper job to go to and make friends at. His only friends were his pack, and even they didn’t like him all too much. But he could tell this girl wanted something from him. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t like being used. He was the one who used others, after all, and being used in return was something he didn’t want and wasn’t used to. There was something about this girl that really caught his attention, though. She was powerful in whatever strange witch circle she was in, and he liked power.

"I don’t know what you want from me," He spoke slowly after a while, "But I suppose you can stay. I don’t see any harm in it, and it is raining out. Don’t want you to melt out there." He casually took a drink of his coffee, finishing the mug off in a few sips. He didn’t want to get angry enough to transform and fight her, if he could help it, and maybe one day he could use her for something. It would be nice to get in good graces with a witch, right? She was obviously someone important from the way she held herself, and he couldn’t imagine passing up an opportunity like this one, even if it meant he would be used in return.

"Alright…I don’t see why you can’t come back, if you really want to. I don’t know why you would choose me of all people to make friends with though. I’m not exactly…friendly." He growled, more to himself than to her. Then suddenly he looked at her and asked, "Lydia, right? What’s your last name?"

[lydiaxdimir]

She almost immediately smiled. Tristan was going to fall under her pull at some point in time because who didn’t? Lydia actually felt slightly dirty, having to almost resort to begging. But this time the smile had much less warmth. It was a truer reflection of her inside -- sharp like glass and even more dangerous. She scooted in closer to Tristan. “Your allusions to the Wicked Witch of the West are quite problematic and… inaccurate. You see, I’m far more wicked and far more powerful. Some rain won’t do me in, I promise you.”

The glint returned in her eyes. She remembered what drew her into Tristan to begin with, that inner predator that was so easy for Lydia to snuff out. That’s an aspect that she always looked for in allies. Always top of the food chain, always the predator. She chuckled softly, “I don’t want anything from you, Tristan. Is it so much to ask for companionship, a comradery, wolf to wolf? I wasn’t lying earlier when I said there was something both of us had in common.” She hesitated a bit for dramatic effect only. “I can sense that wolf in you, always clawing to be unleashed. I knew that we were both predators.”

Her eyes stared deep into his with an unnerving coolness. “As for my last name,it’s Dimir.” She knew he was going to be taken aback almost immediately. Her family’s name was almost synonymous with hunters and general do-gooders. Not Lydia’s style. “Don’t worry,” she soothed with a wolfish grin, “I’ve renounced all of my family’s practices ages ago. I’m not for that life of constantly protecting the weak and the ignorant: the humans. Quite opposite, really. I want to unite the powerful and the strong, the more evolved.”

[rivka-shafir]

Zachary smelled something on this girl. Something…wolfish? But something almost…magical as well. The energy he sensed from her wasn’t…it wasn’t human. But it wasn’t werewolf either. It made Zachary wonder what she was if she wasn’t human. He smiled politely at the girl. “I suppose so,” he said with a shrug. “I like the starving artist lifestyle. There’s always something new and exciting around the corner. It makes life rather unpredictable.”

[lydiaxdimir]

"I wouldn't mine the artist's lifestyle. But the starving part... That's what gets me. I can't survive without my weekly Salata wraps or Chipotle, you know?" She finally hit the sand. The salty atmosphere hung close to her nostrils and she turned to admire the sight. The water, although magnificent, was not the only thing she was looking at. Zach's aura was definitely interesting, he was obviously not human, but that didn't mean he was a point of interest yet.

[rivka-shafir]

Not really… Zachary thought to himself. He thought he’d be polite first of all. Secondly, he really didn’t know the town well. And thirdly, if she wanted to attack him, he could handle himself pretty well being a predatory feline and all. He didn’t trust people easily since anyone could be a mercenary for his family. Sometimes, those thoughts made it difficult for Zach to even talk to others, but when they didn’t smell like a shapeshifter, he would take the chance. “That would be fantastic,” he said with a smile. “I’m Zach.” He picked up his equipment and followed the young woman.

[lydiaxdimir]

"Hi, Zach. I'm Lydia." She strolled casually to the location she previously mentioned. That certain spot was a favorite of Gamma Nu's. It's where they've had lots of bonfires or rituals and the spot's privacy definitely was one of its main advantages. But she didn't want to harm this Zachary. Lydia was a Good Samaritan in the plainest sense of the word. Even though her actions are quite helpful, her true purpose is the complete opposite. "So I take it you're quite desperate to ask for help from a stranger. How is that starving artist lifestyle doing for you?"

[boywonder--grayson-deactivated2]

And it was then that Grayson was in a world of his own, drowning himself in the music and letting it create a place that only he could see in his imagination as he continued to dance quietly to himself where—

                    He was decked out in his superhero outfit, the Blackjay attire, standing on the rooftops of a high building in the middle of the night. His bright blue eyes were watching over his beloved city, making sure all is well. It seems to be for all is quiet and peaceful…until all of the sudden, crime is suddenly afoot. A cry of help was heard in the distance and that was more than enough for Blackjay to make his move, leaping and jumping and flying to where the trouble was. The hero soon arrived on the scene to find a pretty young woman who was about to be a victim..

                     …but not for long. For he quickly engaged himself in a fight with the attackers, a pair of typical no good-doers. Considering the odds, they had no chance as the boy easily overcomes them with his training and powers backing him up — all the fighting, free-running, parkour, and telekinesis use he practiced on to get him to the level that he’s at. Punches and kicks thrown, criminals being tossed with a flick of a hand, leaping and flipping over the obstacles — everything was going into place as he was about to send them on their way —-

                                          —  until he was dragged back to reality as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

            Now knowing that somebody wanted his attention, he immediately took the headphones off and placed them back on the kiosk. With it being proper to look at someone when talking to another person, Ray then turned to only end up locking eyes with a brunette who looked a few years older than him, asking him if he was alright. Just as totally unabashed like his dancing was, his tone was the same when he answered her question.

                                        A bright smile found to go along his jovial manner.

                                               ”Huh? Oh, yeah. Of course, I’m alright — just simply enjoying my day to its fullest. That’s all.”

[lydiaxdimir]

She tried her best to not just scoff at the boy. His enthusiasm was obviously not contagious on Lydia’s behalf. Her blue eyes stared deep into him as he spoke, examining and analyzing if he was even worth her time. His naivety was annoying though. If Lydia was having a good day, she would celebrate with some wine and TV, not some public act of foolishness. Still, she smiled brightly when he finished talking, and her voice tried to emulate the kindness from his jovial demeanor. “Celebrating your day to the fullest, huh? Are those headphones really that great?” She laughed lightly. "I'm Lydia."

[introspectivepoet]

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

Lady Macbeth, Scene V, “Macbeth” (via introspectivepoet)

[lydiaxdimir]

Character Development Meme: Day 2

Basics and Cosmetics cont.

How do they usually dress?

Lydia's style is preppy. She likes the feminine look, in contrast to her sister. The most common pieces of clothing in her closet are dresses, sweaters / cardigans, blouses, and skirts though she does like a good pair of pants or jeans. Her feet are usually adorned with ballet flats or kitten-heeled shoes or even some nice loafers. Lydia does dress somewhat conservatively compared to other girls at university. She does have a reputation to uphold.

What do they wear to sleep?

Lydia's sleepwear is more effortless. She usually wears some pajama shorts and a tank top / old t-shirt. When it's cold, it would be a sweatshirt with some cozy pajama pants.

Do they wear jewelry?

Lydia does wear jewelry given the outfit. She favorites rings definitely; she finds the daintier the better.  She also has a vintage leather watch always on her left wrist.

Is there anything about their appearance they wish they could change?

Nothing at all.

How would they look as the opposite sex?

Sean O'Pry.

What do they smell like? Why (do they wear the scent or does it occur naturally)?

Lydia smells sweet and feminine. She wants to draw in other people, to put their guard down. The current perfume she prefers is Very Irresistible by Givenchy.

Do they have an accurate mental picture of their appearance (how they see themselves versus how the world sees them)?

Absolutely precise. However the world sees Lydia is the image she decides to put forth.

[the-lady-lavender]

the bargain // lavender & lydia

[the-lady-lavender]

   Lavender was gracious as ever being brought into the office of the young witch, keeping herself as stiff and professional as she could possibly be. She minded to tuck her hands together before her, and not to let her gaze wander about the decorated interiors, lest she get distracted and make a fool of herself. In the presence of Lydia herself Lavender didn’t notice how solemn her expression had become, only smiling briefly when she was referred to take a seat. She was careful to sit upright in the posh chair, though, she leaned slightly forward on the arm rest in giving Lydia her full, undivided attention.

   When the inquiries came, Lavender was more than ready to answer, fidgeting in her seat ever so slightly as she waited patiently for Lydia to finish so she could relay what she knew. She wanted to prove her worth, just as Lydia had said, so she could learn whatever spells the witch was willing to teach her.

   “I can’t really say for certain, Lydia,” Lavender began slowly, and with a soft smile “I suppose it might have been because I offered to give you some of the artifacts I have in exchange for helping me…” Pulling her satchel up on to her lap, Lavender dug around for the artifacts, bringing out the pouch to hand eagerly to Lydia “Those are the two artifacts… two rings. Talismans, specifically… they’re hundreds of years old, forged by Gaulish druids… they’re for good luck, mostly.”

   Leaving the pouch on the desk, Lavender returned to sitting upright, clearing her throat before she continued “Uh… There have been lots of skeptics that have visited my store but… no hunters specifically… a few werewolves have visited, but I don’t think many know I sell artifacts and instruments… I wouldn’t know any specific dangers to witches… yet.” She took a deep breath “But you should know that I will inform you immediately if I think there’s something happening that you should be aware of.”

[lydiaxdimir]

Lavender was tense in her seat, Lydia could tell. The woman was stiff in her presence, and that gave Lydia’s dark heart a leap of joy. She had power over her, not just magic, and Lavender knew that she would have to watch her step with the raven haired witch. Lydia’s posture, however, was much more relaxed but just as prim and proper. It was only natural for a sheep to be apprehensive in the presence of a wolf, and their body language obviously projected forth the power play of the situation.

Lydia’s eyes never left Lavender’s as the other woman spoke. It was to obviously be polite, but also to unsettle her as well. Her eyes and her smile were both useful components in creating the façade Lydia constantly used. So she smiled as Lavender finished speaking. “A few werewolves you say? Is there anything about the local pack that I should know of?” Werewolves had always interested Lydia, more so than the other species at least. “Yes, that does sound good, Lavender. Keep your ear to the ground, and if there is any danger to me and my brethren, I want you to report it to me immediately. I’ll let you know that you’ll be greatly appreciated. The strength of will is always one of my most favored traits.”

Eyeing the pouch on her desk, a perfectly manicured hand reached out and grabbed it. The rings were heavy in her hand; the metal at least felt authentic enough. “Gaulish druids you say? And how have these talismans managed to get in your possession?” She feigned a bored expression, only to unsettle the woman even more as she played around with the rings. “I’m sure you already know that you have to prove the validity of your claims in some way or another… and luck is such an abstract concept in general.” She even put on one of the rings, merely to see how it looked for aesthetic reasons. “You know what this means, right Lavender?” There was a small glint in her eyes. “Before I even bother to touch my grimoire for your benefit, there’ll have to be some tests.”

[lydiaxdimir]

Character Development Meme: Day 1

Basics and Cosmetics

Age?

23

Date of Birth?

January 6, 1991

Hair color?

Dark brown, almost black given the lighting.

Eye color?

Light blue.

Skin color/nationality?

She's somewhat pale compared to others, but still maintains a glowing complexion. / American.

Accent (if any)?

American.

Height?

5′ 8″

Weight?

120 lbs.

Tattoos?

None.

Piercings?

None.

Birthmarks?

Although not really a birthmark, Lydia does have some freckles faintly present on her face.

Disfigurements?

None.

Scars?

Whatever scars Lydia had were magically removed.

Do they have any nicknames?

It's Lydia or she won't acknowledge you whatsoever.

 Where did they come from?

Bindlebrim Hallows, Washington.

[amnell-drew]

Long Walk Home || Open

[amnell-drew]

"Maybe not a fear of the dark exactly. More that I just don’t like it." He shrugged trying to trivialize it. The last thing he needed was for this girl to think he was scared of everything. "Okay, I won’t tell you then." He said laughing. "I’m just kidding. I’m not that bad." He didn’t know how he could be making jokes at this time of the night, but it was nice to be able to talk to someone like this.

[lydiaxdimir]

She didn't feel like conversing with him any longer. It was one thing to be seemingly polite, and another to be joking around like old friends. Especially with someone beneath her. She noticed how relaxed he was now, and quickly decided that it was time to make an exit. "It was nice meeting you, mister, but my sorority sisters are still waiting for me and I don't want to make them wait." And with that, she left.

[amnell-drew]

Long Walk Home || Open

[amnell-drew]

Drew couldn’t help but smile at her words. He felt like a fool for feeling scared, but that was better than feeling scared. “Yeah, I am thanks. I’ve just never liked the dark. Childish I know, but I just can’t seem to kick it.” Somehow his irrational fear got the better of him, but seeing her so relaxed put him at ease. If she could be so sure of herself, why couldn’t he? “That won’t be necessary. Just talking to you has been enough for me. Thanks.”

[lydiaxdimir]

"A fear of the dark? I suppose you should probably stick close to the street lights then." She noticed the shift in his body temperature, how he was a lot less tense. Although she hated being friendly to the humans of Bindlebrim, she had a reputation to uphold. A reputation that didn't include magic and wickedness. She smiled, and though she didn't know if he was in any way useful, she was still friendly. "Please don't tell me you still sleep with a night light..."

[rivka-shafir]

"It’s alright," Zachary said, "Thanks." He smiled at her and took another shot of the water. He frowned, unhappy with the angle that he had. He had to find another angle that captured the water, the reflection of the clouds, and the pier. He stood up straight, holding his camera to the side as he thought about where he could go for a better shot. "Yes, it is absolutely stunning," he told her with a nod. "Do you know somewhere else where I can get a better shot?"

[lydiaxdimir]

"You put a lot of trust in someone you just met." She smiled and laughed, it was important for her to keep up that gregarious façade, so it would seem uncharacteristic when her true side creeped out. "Luckily for you, I'm quite familiar with the area, and I know that over there, on the beach, is a lot more scenic with a lot less people. And there's a ton of cool rock structures as well, if you're into that." She pointed towards that particular spot, "Mind me showing you the way?"

[amnell-drew]

Long Walk Home || Open

[amnell-drew]

Drew was definitely taken by surprise by the young woman’s sudden appearance. He definitely wasn’t paying much attention, but she seemed to materialize out of the shadows. It took him a moment to calm himself, before he trusted himself to open his mouth. “Oh thanks. I’m fine. I’m just not a big fan of walking alone at night.” His eyes must have been playing tricks on him because it almost looked like her eyes were glowing. Drew just passed it off as a trick of the light from the lamp he was just walking under. “You caught me by surprise though is all. I didn’t see you at all.” He hoped his unease wasn’t showing. He was awkward enough without adding a nervousness to it.

[lydiaxdimir]

Poor little human, when had the mere act of walking become such a daunting task to be in such a state of tension? "Are you sure you're fine? There's no big, bad wolf hiding around this part of town. This neighborhood is relatively safe." She gave him a friendly smile because she was the big, bad wolf. "And if you're still a bit nervous, I could call a cab if you'll like?"

[amnell-drew]

Long Walk Home || Open

Drew knew he should not feel this scared walking home. He was a grown ass man, yet even after so long in this town, it still put him on edge. For the umpteenth time, he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder at the empty street. Instead he took a deep breath and kept walking until he saw movement ahead of him. “Hello?” He called out wondering who else would be out at this time.

[lydiaxdimir]

It wasn't rare for Lydia or any college girl in general to be out and about at such a late hour. Night life was just as important as what happens in the day, so heading over to a bar or even a frat party wasn't uncommon in Lydia's life. However, it was common sense that a woman should not be walking alone, though whoever would dare to attack Lydia Dimir had another thing coming, entirely. Looking up from her phone screen, she noticed a human man. Humans were not rare, but this one in particular seemed tense, even scared. That was a treat on its own. Answering his faint "hello", she went up to the man, blue eyes glowing, "Are you alright, sir? You seem a bit discombobulated."

[rivka-shafir]

Zachary looked up from his camera as someone blocked his view. He stood up straight, licking his lips before speaking. “Is there something I can help you with?” This was his first photography job in weeks and he couldn’t have any kind of mistakes. 

[lydiaxdimir]

Lydia looked up from her twitter feed, noticing a man with a camera standing directly behind her. "Oh I'm so sorry. Was I blocking your way?" She quickly moved aside, and instead of deviating back to her phone screen, she turned to look at the body of water the pier was built beside. She's seen better views before, of course, but she didn't want to hurt that photographer's feelings. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

[xtristanxfaustx]

If he wasn’t angry before, he was angry now. This woman wasn’t a hunter, that was for sure, but she sure as hell acted like one. He let out a deep sigh, trying to calm himself. Like any werewolf, he was prone to angry outbursts, and that was the last thing he wanted in this situation. He had to stay cool and focused or else it could turn out for the worst. He didn’t want to fight her if he could help it.

"You’re a witch," he pointed out coldly, "Why would I want anything to do with you? You come into my home and taunt me, and yet here you are, asking to be friends." He let out a low growl before giving another sigh and taking a drink of his coffee. He could feel his body temperature rising with his anger at the witch. "Don’t you think there’s a reason I live on my own, in the middle of the woods?" he asked, "I don’t have friends. I just have pack members, who barely talk to me. I don’t need friends, especially not friends like you, you damned witch. Get out of my house. Go back out into the storm, see if I care if you melt."

He didn’t want her in his house any longer, and he regretted letting her in. Normally, Tristan was more careful with who came inside his home. He didn’t want his secret getting out, and he didn’t trust people. Witches were the sort that he kept well away from, knowing the trouble they could drag him into, but he had made the mistake of letting someone unfamiliar and obviously not human into his house. He didn’t mean to do it, he had just been so in need of a new victim that he thought he could get away with it. He regretted it now and wished the woman that had come along had been human instead. Then he would have the upper hand and get a nice, new toy out of the arrangement. Instead, he was stuck with this bitch. He could tell she was enjoying his discomfort too, and that just made him even angrier.

[lydiaxdimir]

Lydia didn’t flinch as Tristan grew more and more angered. She stayed calm as the werewolf beside her fumed and rambled. She was not the type to get scared; that was such a human emotion. Fear to Lydia was a tool and definitely not an emotion she ever felt. Sitting there stoically, the witch waited until Tristan was somewhat calm. But after hearing his little rant, she merely waited for the man to stop speaking to actually add to their conversation. Finishing her coffee, it was easy to bide her time. She was smart, however, and knew that Tristan would definitely act out aggressively if she did not choose her words right.

“I’m slightly hurt, Tristan. I truly thought that there was a connection between us, but it’s now obvious that wasn’t mutual.” She made her voice a little somber, a little less proper than what it was originally. “We could have been good for each other. It must get awfully lonely in this quaint, little cabin of yours, and I do sometimes seek some peace and quiet from the hustle and bustle of sorority life. But either way, I did enjoy the pleasant company when it lasted, and the coffee was wonderful.”

She had no idea what she was doing with Tristan, but toying with people, especially men, was always had some sort of entertainment factor for her. She didn’t have a particular want to fight that day either; it was already raining and she didn’t want to ruin her clothes even more. But her ears perked up once he mentioned his pack. It was always good to keep up good connections with the other powerful supernaturals in town, and if she could even use Tristan as a stepping stone in order to be on the good graces of the other werewolves, then so be it.