CHANCE, Lydia Willow (Finito)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] LYDIA WILLOW CHANCE ------------------------------------------------- NICKNAMES Lyds AGE 19 GENDER Female SPECIES Firetamer ALLIANCE Light SEXUALITY Heterosexual PLAY-BY Mia Wasikowska YOUR ALIAS Yam ------------------------------------------------- There were only a few moments like this that Lydia had experienced, first hand. Once was only a few months after her tenth birthday, when she'd gotten so mad at her mother her powers had sparked - literally - out of hand, and burned her nearby dog. She had felt terrifically awful about the incident, but it was specifically cause by her mother. Her mother, who had pampered her and spoiled her and trained her like a lap dog, specifically targeted things she cared about. Her mother threatened to shave the dog or send it to the pound. Her mother required that she sit through etiquette lessons. And her mother, most of all, stifled any choice that arose in Lydia’s very own mind. Lydia felt the heat rising in her fingers, the tension coursing through her veins as she tried her very best to push down all disgust and hate back into her body. She knew if she allowed the hate to leave her body, it would come out and, possibly, destroy everything in its path. “Mother. I am eighteen years old.” Lydia was breath was quickly becoming labored. Her normally cool grey eyes became charged with heat. “I’m going to Stanford.” Elliott Chance laughed heartily. “Honey, you are eighteen but you are not independent. I am not paying for you to go to Stanford. You will do what you need to at a much cheaper college.” Lydia ran her finger along the oak dinner table that her mother was currently writing thank you notes, thinking about how easily this table would burn. How it would destroy months of her mother’s work on trying to get Lydia into one of the finest sororities at Mizzou, Old Miss, A&M, etc. It might even light her mother’s dress on fire, which was a disgustingly over zealous pink floral print, most likely fresh off the Lily Pulitzer sorority line. It made Lydia want to barf. But she quickly put the idea out of her head. Lydia would never, ever use her taming for evil. Not even against her mother. Lydia tucked a stray piece of wavy blonde hair behind her left ear, trying to make herself seem serious enough to her mother. “How am I supposed to learn at a school like that mother? I still want to be –,” “A doctor. I’m aware,” Her mother interrupted, putting her delicate and perfectly manicured hand into the air in front of her, as if trying to block such a poisonous idea from her perfect world. “But you know what a society woman’s job is in college, Lydia. It is not to learn. It is to build relationships and –,” Elliott cut off for special emphasis, “- to find a suitable mate for your life. How on Earth would you be able to be a lady of society while you were busy being a doctor?” Lydia rarely did this, but she simply lost control. “I wouldn’t BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE!” Lydia screamed, hitting the table in front of her mother. Elliott looked up in terror. “Lydia this is no way to behave -,” “YOU KNOW WHAT ISN’T A WAY TO BEHAVE? TREATING YOUR DAUGHTER LIKE A BARBIE DOLL!” Lydia spat, grabbing onto her mother’s wrist. Elliott then screamed, recoiling from Lydia’s tight grasp but being unable to extricate herself. Lydia let go, entirely aware of the fact that she’d just burnt her mother like she was a flame Elliott had gotten too close to. Lydia was a burning ball of fire. “All I ever wanted was a chance to be who I wanted Mother. I’m intelligent, I’m obviously powerful,” Lydia paused, regaining her breath. Elliott was now cowering in the corner of the room, her usually exquisite hair now a jumbled mess and streaks of mascara tears streaked down her chiseled face. Just like the stone statue she was. “Why…. Why couldn’t you ever love me for me?” Lydia asked her mother. It was honest. Lydia desperately wanted her mother to stand up and pet her hair, telling her she was beautiful and magnificent just the way she was, no makeup, hair products, or pageant dresses needed. But her mother didn’t move. Elliott stayed in the corner, looking just like a sad little girl against the gold foil wallpaper. Lydia felt burning hot tears trickle down her face. “You’re just afraid of me, aren’t you?” No reponse. “Good. Let it stay that way.” In a swift movement Lydia took ahold of the Tiffany charm bracelet shackled around her wrist and yanked it off, destroying the clip and renting the whole structure. She threw it at the cupboard next to her mother’s body, causing piercing whine of metal against wood to ring out through the room. “I don’t belong to you anymore. I’m free.” The scene obviously felt too dramatic to be Lydia’s real life. But she was just so hurt by her mother’s actions. She couldn’t possibly stand it anymore. She was an adult. She had plans. And her mother couldn’t stop her anymore. Gathering her stuff was extremely cathartic as she was about to leave the house. She stowed Jane Eyre into her Pac Sun backpack that she'd used for many years, which was beaten up from the sheer load of books she used to carry in it. Maybe she was still a child but she never really got over her reading obsession.The books just progressed into older people books eventually. She was going to knock out Ayn Rand next. She figured she might as well do that now, she had a long trip ahead of her. Her iPod was the next item to stow because she couldn't live without that either. She briefly paused to wonder how she was going to get to the place she needed to be. Lydia had heard about a town that supposedly had others of her kind. And she'd love to learn something about herself. Like where this power came from. Lydia could never stop learning and now was able to move about as freely as possible. She was about to start packing some peanut butter crackers she'd hidden from her mother when she heard the front door slam and her fathers distinctive voice emanate from the bottom level. Their voices were getting more tense. Lydia froze for a moment, certain she was going to be stopped. Her father would tape her to the wall or lock in her room for weeks on end, as they had done countless times before whenever Lydia stepped too far out of their boundaries. Lydia then unfroze, realizing this was her only chance to finally escape the hell that had surrounded her life for so long. No longer would she have to chip off the expensive nailpolish and 'accidentally break' the hideous clips her mother forced into her hair. It was time to act. Lydia took one last glance around her room, checking for anything else that mattered. That she desperately needed. A tiny little horse figurine stood on her desk, entirely painted in gold. It shone like the sun and pushed her back to her childhood, when the only time she felt alive was riding her horse, named Sunset, through the forest surrounding their barns. That's where she fell in love with animals, playing with them for hours in the darkened forest, using her horse as her guide to a different life. She was escaping now. She picked up the figurine and stashed it on top of the one tshirt she had packed for what was going to be a long trip. She just didn't have room. Lydia startled again when she heard footsteps coming up the lengthy stairs to her room. Lydia jumped to action and slipped on her sandals, not necessarily the most practical, but they were readily available. She said farewell to her zen palace of a room, all sky blue and wooden green of it. She pushed open the window frame and straddle the frame until she could plant her foot on a nearby branch of the pine tree next to her window. Lydia would've sworn her parents had purposefully put it there so she could escape with ease.As she'd done many times with her previous boyfriends, she'd snuck to get a taste of the night. Maybe she'd camp for a few nights, just to be outside in the gorgeous Montana spring night. It was finally not freezing, and her mother had never let her spend more than an hour out of doors. Nature was so absolutely stunning to her. She shimmied down the tree to find the ground, and just began running. All her required gym time from her mother suddenly became useful. She just let her body slide into a sprint, in no real direction. She'd take planes, trains, and automobiles to get to Maine. But right now it was just too fun to run.

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RP SAMPLE

The night before this one had been almost too long. Holly brushed her straightened black hair out of her eyes, and looked longingly at her fading tan line. Had it really been that long since she'd been tanning on those California beaches? Enjoying the warm breeze over her body as it baked in the warm California sun. A cool breeze through her dorm room window seemed to give her her answer. Holly shivered and donned her slinky Donna Karon black dress, readying herself for some function her dad was forcing her to go to. Seeing as her dad was a great investor, and was some form of celebrity, they liked him to be at NYC functions. It was odd being among all old money people, seeing as they all behaved in such refined ways. Compared to the L.A. functions, these were like stale bread. Not good and old. Holly tucked her hair into a neat bun and slipped her heels on, and readied herself to spend the entire night avoiding her father and monster bride.

A few minutes later her dad called, so Holly assumed he was there and left the building, clutch purse and Droid in hand. She honestly did not want to go to this, if anything to avoid seeing her dad. Ever since she snuck out and took her car far far away. And then saw Shawn. That was awkward. The click of Holly's heels on the tile floor made her want to scream due to the fact the whole Shawn thing had been weighing on her mind. How was she supposed to approach him? She was over him, yes, but she hated that it seemed like Shawn and her were equal. Her ex-best guy friend kissed and Holly pulled away, so that obviously meant Holly cheated on Shawn. Right. Leave it to LNL to blow things out of proportion. Holly shook her head and pushed through the glass doors, seeing her dad's car waiting for her in the dimming autumn sun. She slid into the car, her head bumping the top of the car. Holly winced in pain as she entered the car, noticing her dad was on his cell phone and the wife was scanning the internet on her phone.

Holly hugged her arms to her chest, frowning out the window of the black town car. She couldn't stand her father constantly being on his blue tooth headset. And seeing as her step mother was more involved in her phone than any human thing, Holly could sense the night was going to suck. She flicked a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and tried to fixate her eyes on one of the skyscrapers. And after an unbearably long car ride, the load of them finally arrived a the wonderful Manhattan event. After being there for only five minutes, she'd already been asked by seven people if it was true that her mom was engaged again. Right. Holly sighed and walked to the bar, hoping to avoid any of the other hanger-ons. With a rush of warm air and a whispered thought, Holly realized there was a boy behind her. A cute one from the sound of his voice. Holly smiled a little devilishly. "Well, if it isn't the boy working his hardest to suck up," Holly responded, spinning around on her heel. And there was William Pettrilia, looking as handsome and horrible as always. "Except you're too handsome for me to really care. I'll let it slide."

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