Name: Lydia Beaumont
Age: 19
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: Asexual
Height: 5'1Weapon of choice: knives and whatever she can find
Kill count: ???
Likes: rings, sweets, coffee, her brother (Malachi), being alone
Dislikes: crowds, boring people, people who talk too much, authority
Personality: creepy, bratty, nosy, the annoying little sister
Facts: Malachi raised her due to their shitty parents so their bond is unbreakable. she joined the cult by the persuasion of Malachi as well. she tends to keep everything a secret because she fears that emotions make her seem weak
Lydia's backstory:
Lydia was born when Malachi, her brother, was 8. she was the stereotypical little sister always wanting to do what the older kids did. then, their parents died. she was raised from then on by her older brother. so much so, that when she is without him, she starts to panic; she believes she is unsafe without him because he has been the one protecting her and showing her safety. she followed him around, trying to help him in any way she can. that was when Malachi popped the question of, "we'll die if we aren't together... I can protect you if we join this group." (or something like that). Malachi had a friend who managed it so he felt comfortable. Lydia has never been fond of that friend aka Damien. She always saw him as someone who is trying to steal her brother away from her. She didn't like that- not at all. Ever since then, she's had an ever-present aspect of bloodlust that writhes within her veins.
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The Whiteridge Killers
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