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Current Age:  over 100 years old
Age of Death: 17
Gender: female
Place of Origin: Great Britain
Species: poltergeist 

Personality: polite, shy, passionate, alert, loyal, keeps to herself most of the time

Sexual Preference:  asexual

Relationship: single

Cause of Death: She was kidnapped, tortured, then thrown into the Thames river to die

Occupation: avenging/saving kidnap victims
Height: 5'5 if she was standing 
Weight: none since she is not corporeal
Place/Type of Residence: she goes wherever she feels she is needed
Languages Spoken: English and some Latin
Favorite color: blue

Interests: preventing the deaths of as many kidnap victims as possible

Good,neutral or Bad?: it really depends on your point of view x'D

Official Backstory: summary; Lydia was the daughter of a well off family in Liverpool. They were all happy, or so it seemed. One night it was raining and the lightning was terrifying. After having a nightmare of suffocating and losing her vision through murky water, she decided to sleep in her parents room. She knew it was childish, but she didn't want to sleep in her room. They obliged and in the morning she was awoken to muffled arguing. Lydia eavesdropped and learned that her parents owed money to people because the borrowed money from them to get medicine for her mother's sister. It escalated when her father called her mother's sister a whore and she left. Lydia came out like she just woke up and told her father good morning. They had breakfast and then she got dressed in her favorite blue gown. There was a sickening crunch outside and both father and daughter went outside. Lydia's mother was sprawled on the floor in a pool of her own blood. There was a parchment pinned to her back. Her father took it off and read it. His eyes widened and he yelled at Lydia to get to safety; the person who did this wanted their money at this second and they were still inside the house. Lydia was too slow. A man grabbed her from her behind and she bit his hand, the man crying out in pain. She tasted blood in her mouth. Lydia ran to her father, but was knocked over and dragged. Her father put up a good fight, but he ended up knocked out cold. Blindfolded and tied, she was taken to a remote location. After being situated in a chair they took off her blindfold and there was a man with an angry face. She demanded to know why she was kidnapped and who the hell was he to do so. So he went off saying that he was her mother's ex husband, that she cheated on him with who was now her father. And that the debt wasn't the only reason he had her kidnapped. He wanted revenge. He called in Brutus (the man who's hand she bit) to bring in the belts, which he happily obliged to, grumbling with his gravelly voice that she deserved it. Lydia panicked and squirmed in her chair. Her would-be father, Calvin Ainsworth, struck her across the face and demanded she stop. Pain bolted through her and Lydia tasted blood once again, but it was her own this time. He got closer and talked trash about her mother and how she was a whore, Lydia got fed up and spit in his face, which earned yet another blow across her other cheek. Though this one was much harder and she coughed up blood. Tears streaked her face and Calvin told her not to worry, that it would all be over soon. Then she heard the snap of a belt held taught. Her head jerked up to see Brutus, snapping the belts sadistically. Her eyes widened in fear. One by one, three belts were fastened around her. A belt went around the space above the elbow of her right arm then on the other arm. The last one went around the bottom of her rib cage. Then, Calvin began making them as tight as possible, snapping her bones. Lydia let out a blood curdling shriek. Then he went for the belt around her middle. Calvin pulled forcefully and Lydia could feel her ribs snap and pierce her lung. She let out a moan of agony, then breaths became scarce, her atmosphere coming in and out of focus from her tears. She was dragged to the bridge, where she was tied up and anchored to a sack of bricks. Half out of it, she didn't have the strength to fight back as they pushed her over the edge and into the Thames. All she saw was darkness. A light slowly came into focus and she was pulled out of the dark waters. She was at the bridge, soaking wet, but her feet didn't touch the ground as her hair and clothes dripped. Looking at her gloved translucent hand, it was at that moment she realized she was dead. It made her furious. Everything was in a static haze as she hovered to the shack where they brutally beat her and heard their conversation. The way they talked about their recent dirty deed snapped something inside her. Those bastards deserve to die. What better way to send them off than with an ironic death? She possessed Brutus to pummel Calvin until he was out cold and then made Brutus knock himself out. She found where they kept the belts and gave them the gift of pain. After tying them up she dragged them over the edge and into the Thames. As the bubbles subsided, she realized this made her feel good. And so she has been doing that since then.

Official Theme Song: "Heavy in your arms" by Florence and the Machine

Proficiencies: 

• she is resourceful 

Magic/Special Abilities:

• floating
• short distance teleporting
• possession

 
How They kills/wounds in Combats: