LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 8, 2021 11:51:22 GMT
| Living in Mystic Falls was much like living in Beacon Hills, it drew in supernatural activity. For such a small town, the death toll could be quite high. As a Banshee, Lydia tended to get drawn to the deaths. It was one of the more frightening parts about what she was. When she slipped into these trance-like states, waking up somewhere with no idea how you got there. Then usually looking upon the most horrific of scenes, she really didn’t need the influence to scream.
Tonight, however was just a little different. She had been at home visiting her mother before deciding to return to the dorms. Logic should tell her to stay at home, but something told her that night she needed to head back to the dorm. She made quick work of making it back to campus, and once made it there she slowed her quick stride. A feeling crept up inside her as the voices started to whisper. This time it didn’t require a trance as undoubtedly what happened was close by.
Turning away from campus housing starting heading back toward the school, darkened pathways and endless tree’s and bushes. Following a pathway to the main fountain, and her sixth sense had done it again. Always drawn to the dead. The voices quieted as she stared at the scene before her. Someone else was here, body seemingly covered in ash and veins seemed to glow a dark orange like seams of lava. They turned sharply toward her eyes glowing a dark orange.
Instantly afraid Lydia turned on her heel and started running, anything to get away from what she just saw, but whatever it was started to give chase. The further she got from it the voices did get a little louder but got quieter the closer she got to it. Disorientating herself, ungracefully she tripped her hands going out in front of her to break her fall. The fall allowed the creature that was behind her to catch up to her. She turned back as the creature approached… trying to muster up the scream which would send him flying back but couldn’t.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Mar 22, 2021 14:41:27 GMT
After class practices always weighed heavy. A late one on duty last night – including busting up a party in a freshman room that had gotten out of hand the minute one of them had added a bottle of tequila to the mix, classes from 8 until 6 with just a half hour snatched for lunch where he’d packed things too tight this semester. Another snatched meal on the way to the rink, the sandwich he’d downed like a starving man barely touching the sides as it went down. Two hours on the ice, putting the team through drills so brutal most of them were pale faced and shaky legged as they’d filtered out of the rink ahead of him. Bram knew he wasn’t much better. His skate bag swinging, banging against his hip as he locked up. The limp had been pronounced once he got off of the ice, leaving him precariously balanced despite the ice he’d managed to get on it for a few minutes while the rest of the guys had showered up. His own scalding was gonna wait til he was back in his room. A take out ordered on route, hopefully waiting for him when he lurched his way up to the front door of the dorm.
Hopefully always seemed to be the operative word these days. It was floating in his head as he lurched through the central part of the campus. Bram slipped a hand into his pocket, retrieving his phone to thumb the order into the delivery app for his usual from the Chinese restaurant closest to the campus. Doubling up on the chicken and cashews, adding an extra portion of rice too. He could probably eat his own weight in food at this point, the day’s rushing and the practice leaving loud grumbles emerging from his stomach that hid the sound at first.
Bram thumbed order and lifted his head. Footsteps slowing, he paused on the path between two buildings. Not much more than an alleyway, it was used as a cut through during the day, leading from the science blocks to the plaza space with its central fountain. Usually full during the day it was quieter now. Shadows thick around the fountain, the quiet splash of water white noise, but not quite enough to cover the low growl of sound now. Bram’s heart jack rabbited into his chest. A dog running wild on campus maybe, found itself something to eat that someone had left behind by the fountain instead of tossing into the trash cans discretely dotted around the place.
Fingers that wanted to shake reached over his shoulder, brushing the handle of his hockey stick before he froze. It was like between one blink and the next the world entirely changed. He dropped his hand away from the bag. The entire lot slithering down to the ground before he took a step forward, easy where it had been laborious a moment ago.
The creature stepped out of the shadows. An animal, on all fours. It snarled as it backed up, a tail whipping side to side behind it. Kresnik started forward, the scent of blood reaching him, even before he saw the crumpled form floating in the water. The animal backed up towards it, hackles rising, until it darted forward again. In an instant the thing that had taken control of this towering form, emerging from the corner of the man’s mind that it took up. Flames burst over his skin, clothing going up fast. The face behind those flames was impassive, fingers spreading as he extended them towards the creature. It snarled again, its head whipping around. Focus not on him but on the girl instead.
Lydia.
He had not been the one in control when Bram had met her but what his host knew, he did. In an instant she was running, short legs pumping to get away. Like all predators, the creature gaze chase. Not waiting to check the form he already knew was dead in the water, Kresnik bolted after both of them. The girl was tumbling, her hands breaking her fall, but leaving her vulnerable. Kresnik poured on the pace, snatching up the thing that had already killed once tonight. Hands went to its throat, twisting, snapping, tossing it aside before he stopped. A dozen feet from her now, Kresnik held a hand out. Banshee. He had seen enough, heard enough on this campus to be aware of what drew her from her bed the same way he was drawn from his. ”There is no need to scream, banshee, not at me anyway,” he said coolly. ”I am not the thing that has caused harm, merely the thing called to it. Did you come to harm?” The was the scent of blood still in the air but it was not necessarily hers. It wasn’t his own but that thing had drawn it tonight. Orange eyes slid sideways, studying the creature. Still down, although not necessarily going to stay that way.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 7, 2021 11:25:45 GMT
| The one true downside to being what she was… always the one to come across the dead bodies. People killed in brutal ways, that it was easy to bring up what she ate for dinner. One would think that over time you would grow accustomed to it. Oh, another body… must be Tuesday in Mystic Falls. Though it truly wasn’t something that became part of her normal routine.
This night however things were different, she wasn’t called out to mark the death with her scream… That quickly became apparent when she seen a man standing over the corpse, body covered in what appeared to be ash, soft glowing veins. Though it wasn’t what made her take off running. Another creature snarling over the corpse. Lydia wasn’t stupid and knew herself to be prey in that moment.
Doing the only thing she could do; she turned and took off running. The further she got from the scene the louder the whispers became. Almost deafening which made her disorientated as she lost her balance and stumbled to the ground. She pushed herself up to a seated position holding her hands to her chest, as they were sore after breaking her fall.
She turned back in the direction she came and closed her eyes trying to muster up the scream that would knock the creature taking her back. When the scream that could save her life didn’t come, she braced herself for the claws and pain that would inevitably follow. Instead, it didn’t. Opening her eyes, she seen the hellhound snap the creature’s neck with a sickening crack that made her shiver. With the creature dead, and Lydia alone with the hellhound the whispers screaming in her head quieted again and she was left alone, coherent with her own thoughts.
Now in a better lit area she was able to see his face better. Bram… but it wasn’t the human that looked back at her right now. That much she knew. She had seen the same with Jordan Parrish… Was Bram even aware of the hound? She had to wonder as Jordan had been unaware of his counterpart for quite some time.
She looked up at him when he offered her a hand. Her hazel eyes looking at him squarely and she knew not to be afraid. Reaching out she took the hand that was offered to her and used it to get back to her feet. When he asked if she had been harmed, she shook her head, ” Nothing a band aid won’t fix.” Lydia commented. Scuffed hands and sore wrists from the impact of hitting the ground. Other than that she was fine.
Her eyes followed his to the creature which lay in a heap next to them, ” Is it dead?” Lydia asked. She knew many creatures that wouldn’t simply die from a snapped neck. She waited expecting the creature to suddenly wake up and rip out their throats where they stood. While the hound looked upon the creature it had just killed Lydia looked to him, ” Is Bram aware of you?” She asked, wondered if Bram was also aware of what she was.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Sept 14, 2021 19:39:53 GMT
The girl had bolted. Not as foolish a move as it might’ve seemed at first glance. She was not as she appeared, not as Bram believed her to be. She had been marked, called upon to herald the deaths that seemed to occur on an almost daily basis in Mystic Falls. One of many, more of her kind than his in this small town. Kresnik supposed any of them could have been drawn to the animal and its prey here on campus but it had been the one familiar to his host.
A risk.
One less bothered about humanity might have left the girl to her own devices – to run, to be taken down by the thing now pursuing her – but he wasn’t about to stand by and watch another slaughter occur. His host had a soft heart, one that would be bruised at the thought that the girl he had once ferried home had been killed here. On his watch. Kresnik felt an echo of it in his chest.
It softened his voice as she eventually stopped, hands thrown out to catch herself as she hit the ground. His own captured the thing that had bolted after her. This was a creature he could never have sympathy for, no matter how much time he spent amongst them all. One that had killed, that would have done so again. There was an order to things and the predator’s was to have its own blood spilled in returning for spinning others’.
Kresnik met her eye as she finally looked at him. She had been braced for the scream that hadn’t come, hopefully braced enough to handle the sight of him snapping the creature’s neck. When it hit the ground this time it lay limp. It would turn back, as they all did, a human form left for him to ferry afterwards. No emotion made its way to that fiery surface as he offered a hand to the girl, the flames that had burned hot on the surface of his skin fading away until there was just a flicker of fire in his eyes and the ashy coating on his skin. Nothing to singe the girl as he pulled her back to her feet. ”Scratches and bites from their kind are dangerous. You are safe then.” For the moment at least. Survival was not a sure thing in towns such as thing one. Their status as a mecca for the creatures of the world left all other occupants in danger.
His chin dropped an inch as he impassively watched the creature. It had not yet turned back to its human form, perhaps it had not died from the damage he had dealt it. Slowly, his bulk sank down, the scarred knee kissing the ground as one sooty hand extended to brush at the things throat. A weak pulse, the creature would perhaps survive after all, fighting to kill another day. ”Not yet, but it perhaps soon will be. Such beasts do not tend to survive for long, especially when they are surrounded by hunters.” Those orange eyes flicked up to take in the girl again as he to his full height in front of her. ”For his sake. No. Our hosts are just a vessel, hollowed out for our presence.” Dead in a way. Bram had opened himself up to him in those woods thousands of miles from here, death providing the shell he needed to do what he must. ”Is it your intention to try and tell him, banshee?” It would not go well, the human mind often incapable of grasping the notion of his kind, let alone how they came to inhabit them.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Nov 3, 2021 12:16:05 GMT
| Well, this had been a whirlwind of a night. Called out once again by forces that she didn’t even really quite understand. It seemed though she wasn’t here to mark the death of the fallen, but instead to discover another harbinger of death. Running like hell from the creature that had performed the murder and saved by the hell hound, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief when the hound pulled her to her feet.
It was strange for her, seeing the face of one man and knowing she was speaking to an entity that was entirely different, ” Good to know.” Lydia commented glad that she didn’t get bitten or scratched by… whatever that thing was. Looking away from the creature which she hoped was dead. Asking that very question hoping it wasn’t going to just jump up and attack them both, ” Well that’s good. I’ll text a hunter friend soon. Deal with it.” Lydia told him. Pulling out her cell phone and typing a quick text to Allison, hoping she would get it before it came to and started wreaking havoc again.
” I need to move away from here.” Lydia announced turning her back and walking away from the Hound into a better lit area, and most importantly away from the unconscious creature. Hoping hr would follow she asked if Bram was aware of his possession. Lydia listened to him when he said that he wasn’t. When he asked if she would try and tell him, ” If I did… What would happen?” Lydia asked him. She wasn’t possessed but she certainly knew what it felt like to do something without knowing. Going to sleep in bed then waking up in front of the most awful scene.
” He should know.” Lydia argued. If he could know then he should know, ” One day you’ll make a mistake. One day he will go to sleep in one place and wake up in another…” Lydia argued, knowing that fear all too well. At least she had something in place, someone there to call when it happened to her as it tended to happen quite frequently.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Jan 1, 2022 19:44:19 GMT
Their kind always perpetuated themselves by cutting down the vulnerable. If the wound took their offspring would be as they were, another generation to be shepherded by his own kind in the end. It meant that his own would continue, hopping from form to form, town to town. Thing to thing. Kresnik brushed his hands lightly over the girl’s arms, making certain. Concern was not his task but each host came a hint of something and it had been this one’s heroics, his heart, that had drawn him in the world had exploded in flames and the three huddling in that pond had come close to dying. It had been his own presence that had allowed Bram to hold on to the make shift shelter and protect the other two.
His own presence was endangering his host in this town now but it appeared that it would have been dicey anyway. Mystic Falls, as much as few other places on earth seemed to gather these things here, leaving the human population under the constant dark threat of death.
Hot eyes trailed back in the direction the two of them had come. Fixing on the body in the fountain, his task still to deal with when this was settled. Kresnik looked back, nodding to the girl. The soul was his to ferry, when it was freed from the body but the body itself was for others to clean up, appearing nothing but human once the supernatural veneer was cast away from it. ”They should come soon. This will not go unnoticed for long.” Even with the late hour there were plenty out and about on campus – including his own host.
It seemed as though the banshee knew it too, wanting to be away from the creature. Frowning faintly, Kresnik eased back to his feet and followed her. The lights bathed him now, revealing the sooty smudges he would have washed away before his host was allowed to come to again, the scars that crawled down the damaged knee he could not heal without too much notice. There was already too much of that on his host after his encounter with the witch here on campus. ”Few can cope with the knowledge, fewer still with the horrors of this task. We cannot both hold control of this body at once. What do you think he would do if he found out there was another taking control of him?” Humans fought, one another, the things that were out there in the darkness, most things that brought fear to them. They refused to cower and that was both what made them the perfect host and trouble to remain in control of. They needed them to keep the natural order but doing so put both parties in jeopardy.
Now he had done that with his host. This was two now who knew of his existence. Kresnik folded his arms over his chest, staring down at the banshee with those flame lit eyes. The only mistakes he had made were allowing himself to get tangled with these things. ”Their minds are easy to manipulate. Death left an opening for me in this form and until I’m done we will remain as one. Will you tell him?” Should know was different from that stubborn insistence on telling. If the girl dug her heels in too far it would be impossible for either one of them to try and back out of this.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jan 7, 2022 16:23:06 GMT
| Sending a text to her friend Allison, hoping either she or her father would respond. Come out here and deal with the… creature that the hellhound left. Currently unconscious but could wake up at any given moment. Slipping her phone back inside her pocket and moved away from the creature’s body. Usually, she was called to the death’s caused by supernatural. Though it appears she was here to meet another. Or learn the truth about someone she knew. To see Bram like this but knew he wasn’t the one talking back to her… and knowing she couldn’t tell him the truth, it certainly put her between a rock and a hard place.
Lydia argued that she knew what it was like to have something control her, and she didn’t wish it for a friend. This creature needed to only make one mistake, and Bram would realize that his mind wasn’t always his own. She would have liked to think that Bram could handle it… but she honestly didn’t know him that well. One night him walking her home barely made them acquaintances let alone friends, ” I imagine he might try and find a way to be rid of you.” Lydia answered. She might be wrong… but that was something she imagined that this hound couldn’t have happen.
It seemed that he was leaving it entirely down to her as to whether to tell Bram or not. It seemed he also wasn’t going to let her go until he got an answer. Thinking about it for just a moment before she gave the hound her reply, ” If I ever hear wind about him starting to suspect something, I’ll tell him.” She told him eventually, ” If he remains unaware of you on his own, then so will I.” Lydia conceded in the end.
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 98
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Apr 13, 2024 16:38:44 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Jan 30, 2022 16:46:54 GMT
Typically he would have melted away by now. The first body carried away, the second left to escape for another day – it was not for his kind to hunt them down. As the reapers did with humanity, it was their task to act as nothing more than ferrymen. No coins required to cross a river, just a trip beyond the veil to the other side. The banshee had been a complication though, now that beast’s blood was on his hands metaphorically, if not literally. Kresnik turned his hand, studying the work roughened hand, the callouses that still marked with his host’s love of some human pastime had left its scars on him. Others would come now and if she banshee was as wise as she had seemed, she would not mention his participation in this. His kind were not to be drawn into these matters, although many had tried over the millennia.
She had already started to ask the questions that would muddy the waters for his kind in this town. Those big green eyes tipped up to him like she could bore straight through his mind to the human safely tucked within. Kresnik grunted, teeth flashing in something that might have been a smile on a human if the definition was stretched towards a grimace. ”It is not as simple as it is for other creatures who would seek a host. Control can be switched off at any time.” Yet he could also have left this human at any time, if another host was available, hovering at the brink of death the way this one had been. Another complication. One he wouldn’t unpack and force Bram McCabe to look at unless there were no other choice. Blue eyes narrowed to slits at the banshee. The only way that would happen now was if she were the one to put him in that position.
Too many. The hellhound sighed, this situation already seeming fraught. It had been complicated now, complicated before when the witch had touched his host and realised something had been wrong, although she had seemed happy to forget the matter the moment he gave Bram the wheel again. If word spread too far there were others who would try to do more, to harness the power that existed in so few, but that seemed to be concentrating in Mystic Falls again. Kresnik shifted. Some of his kind would do something about the banshee to keep the secret – it was sacrosanct after all – but not him.
The uneasy feeling in his host’s chest, that subtle knowledge of something being wrong began to ease as the banshee finally conceded. Kresnik wasn’t sure how long that peace would last but it seemed like a done deal for the moment. Slowly he extended a hand, the movement almost feeling alien. This was certainly a human custom and not one of his own kind. A deal to shake upon, even if it remained teetering on a knife edge. ”There has long been a connection between your kind and mine. We will shake on it and, banshee, we should both hope it will not come to that. Deal?” Whether or not she would keep her word was to be seen. Some humans regarded these things as a suggestion to toss aside the moment it served them. Although this one seemed more logical than most. Surely she would see the downside of all of this spilling out in the open.
A low sound rose from the crumpled form on the ground. Kresnik uncrossed his arms slowly, regarded the creature uneasily. If those she had called were to be here in time, they would have to be quick now. One large hand reached out, squeezing the girl’s arm firmly. ”This is the time for you to leave, banshee. We both have matters to deal with now. Can you reach your home quickly?” A narrowed gaze ticked from the twitching form to the girl and back again. He would take the creature down again now if he had to but if he could leave this matter to others he would do it and avoid the chance of another taking notice.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 123
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen May 4, 2024 16:56:05 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 1, 2022 15:51:46 GMT
| Wasn’t the first time that Lydia had come face to face with a hellhound before. She was reminded of Jordan, the connection she had felt with him. It was the connection to death that they had shared, though they hadn’t realised it at the time. Until at least Lydia realised what he was. When she looked at Bram now, she could feel that same kinship she had felt then. Though Bram was her friend first… it didn’t’ sit right with her. Him being used like this.
It didn’t feel right to her, keeping this secret. Though she also believed him when he said that it could end badly. Eventually she conceded, that she would keep the secret as long as Bram didn’t come to that conclusion on his own. She didn’t like it but would keep it. Watching him as he extended his hand toward her, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him looking at his hand. She looked up at him listening to his small speech. Slowly she uncurled her arms from in front of her chest and clasped his hand with hers shaking his hand, ” Deal. Let’s hope not.” Lydia agreed but not for the same reasons that he was hoping for.
Lydia seemed to hear the same noise he had, she looked past him to where they left the temporarily dead creature on the ground. She was about to announce she was going, leave him or the Argents to do what they did best. She had seen what she had been bought here to see. They seemed to have the same thought when he gripped her arm firmly, ” Yes I can get home. You go and do what you do best. My part here is more than done.” Lydia agreed with him as she tapped him lightly on the hand that was currently gripping her arm.
She took a few steps back when he let her go. She went to turn and start walking back to her dorm room. Though she paused mid stride and turned back to him, ” Don’t forget our deal.” Lydia warned him. Turning away then she started walking away, through the dimly lit pathway back to her dorm.
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