Lysette

Lydia didn’t really know what to do with herself, actually. She tried to recall a time where she wasn’t constantly stressed out and perpetually tired. Maybe there had been a time, once. When she was too young to remember it. But she had to stop and make a note that she had never, not one time, took a walk through a meadow to literally smell the flowers. Not unless she was doing a photo shoot. Or a music video. Something for work. And she supposed that this technically counted as work. But she remembered that old saying about doing what you love. It didn’t feel like work. Probably because

So did it actually not matter what the material was? Lydia failed to understand how an apple would help with recording music. Was Landon going to eat it? Did he factor in all of the costs? It seemed rather dumb, but she wasn’t going to go down that road. Not when she had her goal in mind. That was her thing, really. Working. Grinding. Pushing ever onwards toward that goal. This might have been the first goal she had ever set for herself. Everything else had been dictated by her parents. Her advisors. Managers. Corporate assholes. Every instrument, every language. Even developing her

Lydia felt a little bit more confident strolling out of town now that she had a few levels under her belt and some new gear at her disposal. There was just something about seeing triple digits on her health bar that made her feel cozy on Floor One. Sure, it was in the low-triple digits. But still, there was a sort of satisfaction that washed over her at the sight of them. Plus, if all else failed, she could use her new Hiding skill to keep herself away from any danger. Not that there was much danger to be found. As she wandered the rolling hills of Floor One, Lydia came across boars.

Earning a Living - Performer Her outing with Oscar and Abellio had proven to Lydia that she could do more than simply dance in front of the fountain for spare change. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t enjoy it. It was quite the opposite. Lydia loved those quiet hours more than anything. They were, and would remain, an important part of her routine. She would simply relocate. Do more. Because despite how she got the skills she had, she still had them. They would be useful here. Morale was important. And keeping morale up without music was a sorry affair. So she did her research. Ask

It had been an impromptu decision. Spontaneity had been the theme of the conversation. But they knew each other well enough to fall into a sort of routine. And as STY/L began performing their hook, it all clicked. Steps, moves in unison. Each feeding off of the other's energy - a feedback loop of the highest intensity. It was hard not to feel joyful in times like these. Especially as they could see that whatever they were doing, it was working. The Raid was going well, the Frontlines also feeding off of the energy the group was projecting. And it was a good feeling. The best that Lys

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Lydia didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that the ground was shaking. The sandstorm was consuming. Abellio had rushed to her side, covered her shrinking frame with his body. She hadn’t even made a sound, hadn’t indicated her fear or lack of knowing. But he had simply acted. What was even happening? Was this Oscar’s doing? The tremors had intensified, the ground beneath them roiling and raging. The air stung her skin. She had the presence of mind to check her health bar. No damage, but it certainly didn’t feel that way. Was Abellio hurting too? Had had to have been. She

What was she to do in this situation? She'd seen Oscar, shields down. Lydia had so many questions. They buzzed around in her head like an angry swarm of hornets. She needed to know why he put on like this. He hid a burning sun beneath a cold, steely exterior and she couldn't fathom why anyone would do that. Wasn't the point to be kind? Abellio wore his heart on his sleeve. He was like a puppy. Eager to help, eager to please. But puppies were also naive. They didn't know how evil people could be. And it was there that she found her answer. Oscar and Lysette had similar understandings.

Just when Lydia thought it was all over, Oscar had been there to literally pull her out of harm's way. She could only watch on as the creature cut into Oscar with claws intended for her. First it had been Abellio, now Oscar. She hadn't been paying close enough attention. Wildly swinging, losing herself in the adrenaline and the catharsis of the moment. But more importantly, she found that she had more insight into the type of person Oscar was. She thought he was just a playboy. But all the playboys she knew wouldn't have jumped in like that. Or, if they did, they would have complained the enti

Lydia's foot collided with Terra Firma's spine as Oscar kicked hit back towards her. The concentrated force of the impact caused wind to rip out in all directions, kicking up a small dust devil. Terra Firma was sent flying head over tail over Lydia's back, collapsing to the ground in a heap. She wheeled around and dropped down low. She kicked off the ground, sending more sand ripping out in all directions. But before she could land her blow, the creature dove under the sand. Probably to get away from the punishment that she had subjected it to. Lydia stopped cold and looked around. Suddenly th

Lydia couldn’t help but think that every kick she landed was a blow to the people that never - not one time - held her best interests at heart. Each blow was an act of a rebellion. A clear ‘fuck you’ to her hangers-on. For the first time in her life, she felt that she had real control. It was intoxicating. That rush of adrenaline that honed her senses to a razor’s edge. The trembling of her fingers - not from fear but of excitement. When was the last time she had been excited about something anyway? Stood her ground instead of just passively letting people use her? Were her talents - her passi

Lydia didn't exactly need the encouragement at this point. When Oscar had said fighting could be therapeutic, he'd really undersold it. She was hot on Terra Firma's heels. Claws? The beast lashed out with its forelegs, but she nimbly ducked out of the way. Leaning backwards, those razor-sharp claws sailed overhead. This was dangerous. Not just the fighting, but the feeling. Lydia tucked into a runner's slide, slipping under the creature's belly. Using her hand as a balancing point and a brake, she pitched her hips up and drove her foot hard into Terra Firma's underside. The creature shot strai

For a moment, when Oscar ran away, she was petrified that this had all been some cruel trick. Lure her out of the Safe Zone and then abandon her after angering the enemy. But Oscar had been true to his word. And with a vulgar challenge, he had drawn the creature's attention away from them. Abdullah's description hadn't done the creature justice. It was absolutely terrifying. A massive hulking behemoth of teeth and claws. She stood stark still, unable to muster the courage even to run away. "On you two!" Oscar's voice cut through her fear like a hot blade. Before she even knew what sh

She was about to express her discontent about the heat when Oscar beat her to it. He stepped off of the platform with the loud groan, throwing his hands up in frustration. “It’s so hot! I fucking hate coming here!” Lydia blinked. He’d changed clothes. Gone was the white button-up and the black slacks, replaced by leather armor adorned with far too many belts. Lashed across the small of his back was a katana with a white handle. His chest was exposed. A low, plunging neckline leaving very little to the imagination. She knew that he was sharp, but she’d not realized how hard he was. He

“You guys got a plan?” Abellio had finally satiated his appetite, beaming as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He was a mess. Lydia wanted to question whether or not putting himself through such torture was actually worth it. But he still wore that goofy grin on his face. No matter how bloodshot his eyes were or how red his face got, Lydia got the impression that so long as he was smiling, he was okay. So, she nodded, quickly returning her attention to her food as Oscar caught Abellio up to speed. “Oh, so like that first boss,” Abellio said as Oscar finished explaining the plan.

They said curiosity killed the cat. And maybe that was true. But Lydia couldn’t say that she wasn’t curious to know more about this ‘badass Frontliner’ preparing their dinner. She had no dreams of joining the Frontlines. It was so far beyond her reach. Hell, she had only just learned how to fold her own clothing. There was no way that she was going to be able to keep up with the people fighting the strongest monsters in the game. But that call to do something was growing stronger. Maybe not joining the Frontlines. But something. Before she could really wrap her mind around the i

She saw movement through the window behind the counter. A man who made even Abellio look small stepped out of the back. He was a different sort. The man was ice. Honed to a razor’s edge. He walked across the polished floors with a grace a man that size had no right to have. Everything about him was sharp. Rigid. And there was an intensity in his eyes that she couldn’t possibly imagine how it got there. “Abellio,” he said simply. The calm in response to Abellio’s explosive bellowing made her blood run cold. Imperious, as if questioning why the two of them had the audacity to invade his dom

Bloodstained Land Flashback, taking place immediately before the events of Floor 29. It was a warm spring day, just as it always was. Floor One never changed. The same people, the same fixtures. Like Lydia. Adjusting to life in Aincrad had been a challenge. She had gone from the top of the world to the ditch. That might have bothered some people, but without the oppressive presence of her hangers-on, she had found freedom in her captivity. From late morning to early afternoon, she could be found before the fountain in the central plaza. She practiced her art for all to see

It was an impromptu decision. And it probably wasn’t a smart one. Had Lydia run this by anyone else, they probably would have talked her out of it. I mean, going all the way up to Floor 29 - right into the lion’s den - just to cheer on the Frontlines? It was stupid. She could get herself killed. The entire notion was ridiculous. Ridiculous like wiling her hours away dancing for pocket change just to get by. It had been a shock, going from riches to rags. From being on top of the world to the gutter. Even if she was finally free from her hangers-on, Lydia couldn’t justify playing it s

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stats// Lv. 11 | HP: 230 | EN: 40 | DMG: 1 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | LD: 1 skills// Hiding R5 - Untraceable -Surprise Attack: Trickster Unhindered inventory// 3 Starter Healing Potions 4x Energy Shot [Crafter's Respite] 3x Azrael's Sports Drink [3 DMG] 6x Azraelade [3 DMG] 2x Bad Touch [T1 Toxic Venom] 3x Scent-a-Way [Pheromones] equipment// <<glasses>> | T1 Perfect Trinket - ACC III <<seafoam.> | T1 Perfect Trinket - EVA III

virtues// hard-working// Lydia has always had her eyes on the prize. Even if her parents hadn't forced her, she would have worked as hard as she could to make her dreams come true. It was never a challenge to get her to focus on the goal. It was always right in front of her, just out of reach. And she would prefer it stay that way. Nothing is worse than an artist with nothing to strive for. insightful// Working in the industry, Lydia had to develop a sixth sense for those who wanted to get over on her. Or get her under them. She's usually able figure out what someone's about with a s

personality// Lysette wears a mask constantly. She wears her stage makeup like armor. Bold with a subtle hint of eroticism. Cheerful. The life of the party. The one everyone wants to meet. She plays up her assets, her talents and her pretty face. She's an icon, a pop star. Those acting lessons really help her sell it. You'd have to pay close attention to know that she was just faking it. That those bright smiles have small cracks. That those bright eyes rarely show any deep emotion. That she wants to puke every time she has to flirt with someone to seal a deal. But Lydia isn't enough.

background// From a young age, Lydia's first love was dance. She was incredibly talented, throwing her whole heart into her craft. Lydia never felt so alive as when she nailed a challenging routine. Her parents, upon seeing her natural gifts, threw every resource they had into molding her into a triple threat. They paid for acting lessons, voice training. Lydia's life was late nights practicing until her voice was raw. School was an afterthought, life skills irrelevant. She wouldn't need to know how to cook if she made it big, after all. So Lydia threw everything she had into it. She had

Username: Lysette Real Name: Lydia Carroway Age: 24 Gender: Female Height: 5'6'' Eye Color: Gold Hair color: Black Origin Country: United Kingdom Birthday: October 29