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Lydia, also known as "the annoying one" is a Malkavian. Her story spans centuries, starting in the 1300s and ending in the 80s. She was my first character, and will probably always have a special place in my heart. When I began playing her I was 16, so I made her a whooping 17 years old. I stopped playing her when I was 18. She was a menace, but a beloved one.

Characteristics

Lydia was an ongoing character for three-ish years, but even then she had little character development, tbh. Partially because I wanted the "stuck in her youth" vampiric thing to shine through, but also because she was a great comfort character during the pandemic. I had fun playing her quite flat, and no, I've not gotten better at roleplay B) I think 2d characters honestly can be fine, and it lets me think less... It's not always easy to be clever, I am no actor etc etc.

Life story

This will take a while to write out, and atm I don't have that time I'm afraid! Come back in the future and there may be something here, though :)

Excerpts from my notes

I am very much Sanguine (Sanguine: Sanguines are having deep difficulties in focusing on the moment, usually being distracted and cheerful), making me annoying at best. This, matched with a lack of understanding for more humane emotions (even though I’m not exactly too inhuman my emotions aren’t as finely tuned as they were when I was alive/17/37, you know?
One could also argue that I have abandonment issues. I do not. I do care a great deal about those who I believe to be my family (Gregor, Beatrice and potentially others) and will not let them come in harm’s way, unless required.

“Nothing in, garbage out.” you don’t need to have information to give information away.

[after the death of Gregor Dubois, her uncle]

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY
So, Gregor just died, and guess what?? I fucking killed him!
Yeah, maybe I have abandonment issues? So what? Maybe it’s reasonable. I cannot keep anyone alive. The first time I tried to save my family I woke up to them all being dead, aside from Gregor. Then, half my town died. Because I killed them. I did. Then, as a direct result of that, everyone I knew and loved back in the day (aside from Gregor, Beatrice and Mercy, I guess) were killed as well. In a fire.
Now, when everything is mostly fine, I killed Gregor. Gregor Dubois, my only living family member, the only person I still truly loved, and the only person… The only person, maybe aside from Beatrice, who matters. I killed him. I killed him. I killed him.
What have I done??? How could I do this??? What shall I do???? Why can I do nothing right? If it wasn’t for me, maybe Gregor would still be alive. Maybe Beatrice and Gregor wouldn’t have gone to sleep, and the great burnings wouldn’t have happened, and everything would’ve been fine. Not maybe. Probably. Definitely.
It’s not like I killed him in a kind way, either. I ripped his mind apart, and I beat him bloody, and then… I barely remember the act itself. It is mostly a blur. It’s all just blood, and pain, then dust. And there I stood. Gregor, or what he once was, in my hands. Nothingness, but every emotion ever to be had still present. Anger. Sadness. I don’t even know. I remember crying. I remember Beatrice, and maybe Mercy? Beatrice was mesmerizing, and that really calmed me down, I guess. I’m thankful for her. I really am. I guess she’s the only family I have left, huh?
As I’m writing this I’m more… numb than anything. I’m in this strange, new world that Gregor thrust me into, and now I’m without him. All my amazement, my starry-eyed fascination is gone. This new world is strange, and relentless, and grating, and I hate it. I truly do. I wish I could go home. I want to go home, to the smell of bread baking in our ovens, Mabil laughing and playing, while Aelina and I work on our sewing and Ysout helps as well as she could. I long to be back there and then, when Jacquot and Ernault would come home in the evenings, Jacquot bringing the twins and his Heilewis, and Ernault bringing Agnes, and we’d all laugh and feel the warmth of the fireplace on our skin and what little food we did have in our bellies. Sometimes, on a special occasion or a Sunday evening that father simply called Souriant, basically saying that they were cheerful and bright, uncle Gregor would come and visit, telling us all these great things he had read in his books, about things we barely knew to imagine.
I really didn’t know how it all would go, back then. I didn’t know it’d all go to shit, then get worse, and then get… even worse, somehow. If I did, I wouldn’t have acted the way I did. Selfishly. I would have stayed home, and cared for my parents and my sister into the last second. I would’ve stood next to them on their deathbeds. I wouldn’t have been so foolish, in my great fear of losing those I loved. Because, look at me now. They all died of the plague anyway. My sire probably died in the great burnings. A died, although she hopefully lived as good a life as she could. Gregor died. He died by my hand.

Gregor died, and it was by my hand.

I hate this new world, and I hate that I live on time I stole from the people I love, and I hate this monster I have become, and I hate… everything about this. It’s all pointless, and we’re all going to die, or live beyond our deaths as monsters. Now, I guess that would be easier to accept, if not for the fact that this whole clusterfuck of a fucking shitstorm is my fault.

- Lydia Dubois

[in hindsight this is pretty... like, it sounds like exposition, yk? I never intended it for anyone else though, so I guess I just wrote it to sort things through myself. Man, Lydia did send me on some wild emotional rides.]

Wow, the game sure is getting somewhere!
Her complete lack of prioritisation is not completely unintentional, it's meant to be like, a bit of a malkavian-esque trait (because i do try to play her as one, just try not to be the annoying "oH BecAuSe I'm CraZy" variant ya know?)
Like, she definitely finds it to be more important to get the cool sword than it is to save London or get money for another reason or whatever
It's in the same vein as her "wanting a human" so she has someone to cook for more than she wants a ghoul for any actual good reason. Like, she misses caring for people who see her as more than a dumbass who gets into trouble, ya know? but her solution is dumb and also her thoughts abt it are quite... questionable
AND she's still easily influenced by "Gregor" (hence like getting mad at Sam only after Gregor told her to and shit lmao)
Also, I kinda just want her to get a happy ending ooc :( Bless her heart

Life story, as told in my notes

Lydia the seamstress Dubois

• Christian girl (catholic)
• Loved her family more than anything
• Not very brave tbh
• Mourning the loss of her fiance [Oh I had absolutely forgotten him until now]

Lydia the Canite Dubois

• Whole world was turned upside down
• Is there a god? Does god love us?
  • Am I the reason all this is happening??
• New addition! Mental derangements
  • Sanguine, in the sense it is in the description above
  • Visions (oh no)
  • WEll, didn’t develop that one too well
• Still loves family
  • Gregor is #1
• Quite traumatized, probably

Lydia the Canite seamstress Dubois

• More comfortable in her new role
• Can handle the visions (better)
• Overly attached to her Ghoul
  • Alison, right??
  • Why did she love her so much?
    • Reminder of her sisters
    • Good companion
    • Good seamstress
    • Honestly just some sort of obsession
• Loves her family, even now
  • Gregor is still #1
    • He’s a dick, but smart, and family.
  • Beatrice is great too!
  • Doesn’t know Beatrice’s childe too well, but she’s also nice
  • Alison is great, 10/10
• Accepts that she’s a nutcase
• Everything is going fine, generally

Lydia the murderer Dubois

• Killed Gregor
• Killed Gregor
• Killed Gregor
• Everything is put into question again
  • Am I the reason this is happening??
  • Can god love us? Or is Caine and Satan himself the one I have to ask
  • Who am I as my own person?
• Loves her family
  • Killed her family
  • Is it better to leave them behind, to protect them?
  • Wants to honor Gregor’s memory
    • Studying Canite kind
      • Book of Nod?
      • Reviving him, somehow?
      • Try to learn the ways of the Tremere?
    • His bones
      • Necklace of at least one bone
      • Dress (for mourning) accessorised with his bones
      • Can I make a weapon out of his bones?
        • Something similar?
    • Revive dad, if I can?
  • Beatrice is great. Love beatrice. Should I leave Beatrice, to protect her? Should I stay, to protect me? Should I stay or should I go?
  • Do I want more family, or would I rather go the “isolate myself”-route?
    • Ghouls?
    • Childe? (Do I want to curse them too??) (is it a curse??)
    • Malkavian parent?

Welcome to the profile of Lydiad

Name:

Lydia Dubois

Current most played:

Maya the psychic by Gerard Way

About me:

This is Lydia typing. I am from Marseille and died ca 1345. My hobbies include sewing. I will not pay you any taxes.