Lydia Lunacy
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Lydia Zanini [Healer]
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Name: Sia
Contacts: AIM-MyNameIsSia thesia@gmail.com
Age: 19
Code: Hermione Granger
IC
Name: Lydia Lyn Zanini
Nickname(s): Lydz, Rabbit
DOB: June 02, 1975
Blood: Muggle Born
Previous School/House: Hogwarts/ Hufflpuff
Occupation: Healer at St. Mungo's
Physical Appearance:
Lydia has short wavy black hair that covers her large ears and stops at her shoulders. Inheriting her mothers strong genetics, she started getting grey hairs by the time she turned twenty. Now that she is thirty four, there are many visible streaks of grey. Since her work requires the least amount of distractions she has taken to combing her hair back and tucking it behind her ears, wearing it in high buns or low ponytails. The only time her hair is worn down and free is when she has time to herself. Her skin is dark brown and there are a few faded burn marks on her arms from messing around with dangerous potions in her earlier years of training.
Lydia’s head is oval shaped and she has a pointed chin. Her forehead is small and her thin eyebrows are naturally arched. There are a few uneven hairs toward the edges of her eyebrows but they aren’t too noticeable unless you’re standing two inches away from her face. Her eyelashes are short and voluminous. They frame and enhance her otherwise large but dull brown eyes which already have faint smile lines since she often squints when donning a full fledged smile. She wears a pair of thin black rimmed glasses that have a habit of sliding down the bridge of her long nose. Lydia’s long neck leads down to small shoulders and a medium sized bust. Her arms are long and only slightly toned and are accompanied by small palms, long, spindly fingers and nails that easily turn blue in the cold, a trait which she inherited from her father. Now, the reason why she has any muscle in the first place is because she spent her summers practicing shoto-kan karate. The fact that it really hasn’t done anything but improve her reflexes and control her breathing isn’t that disheartening. It was fun anyway. Her torso is long and her stomach is flat with no definitive abdominal muscles. She has narrow hips, long legs and bad knee’s that have the habit of popping when she doesn’t want them too. Just about all of her joints like to pop when she doesn’t want them too. It can get annoying after a while.
If you were to call Lydia short, she would smile at you with her thin lips and tell you that she’s just vertically challenged. She stands at the height of 5'4" and weighs 137 lbs. Though she could be considered short, she carries herself as if she is two or so inches taller. She always walks with her chin up, back straight and hands politely clasped behind her back. When it comes to dealing with patients, Lydia’s touches are gentle but can also be very quick, precise and forceful when the time calls for it, especially if it’s an uncooperative patient.
The usual look on Lydia’s face is one of happiness. She has a habit of smiling even when she isn’t happy. If she happens to be angry her smile gains a creepy edge and eventually fades into a look of dissatisfaction. She has a habit of sitting or standing abnormally still if her mind goes idle for too long. To some this may be creepy though many people just don’t notice.
When it comes to wearing normal clothes, Lydia has the tendency to be very muggle about it, being the creature of habit that she is. She will usually wear half-sleeve button up shirts that vary in color as well as clean blue jeans with a little sag toward the bottom. Her wizarding attire usually consists of simple dresses that vary in color with a long red and white cloak (dig the nurse colors!).
Personality:
Lydia has always been a listener instead of a talker. She only speaks when spoke to, whenever she has something to say or if she’s reading directions to a patient. She believes that she is good at listening. When holding a conversation she will simply smile and nod while uttering a “mmm” where needed. Meeting new people can be a joyous occasion for her. She tries to be very warm and kindhearted and wants to believe in the best of people.
A hand is always lent to those who need it. Quite aware of her feelings, Lydia always thinks about things before she says them. If she is speaking with someone who happens to oversensitive about something or in a pressed situation, she will think rationally and logically, assessing all possible answers and picking the one least likely to land her in hot water.
Held within herself is a tremendous store of facts about things that have been gathered throughout the years. It would be common for Lydia to remember a particular facial expression of conversation in precise detail years after the event has occurred if the situation made an impression on her. A new theory or idea may be difficult for her to understand because of this but, if shown the importance of relevance by someone whom she respects or cares about, it becomes something that she will internalize and grow to support.
She values cooperation and is likely to be very sensitive to other people’s feelings. With a strong sense of duty, Lydia is extremely dependable when it comes to following through on things that she has promised and, for this reason, she has a tough time putting her foot down and saying ‘no’ to requests because if someone is unhappy then she will be unhappy. Because of this she will sometimes get more work piled on her than she can handle, which in turn causes her to work long into the night, getting little to no sleep while being unwittingly taken advantage of. She does not usually express her own feelings, preferring to keep things inside, because she intensely dislikes conflict, and because she tends to place other people’s needs over her own. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside of her until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to get rid of, once set. Lydia is in the process of trying to learn to express herself, and find outlets for her emotions. Just as Lydia is not likely to express her feelings, she is also not likely to let on that she knows how others are feeling. However, she will speak up when she feels another individual really needs help.
There are a few things that seem to affect dear Lydia’s behavior at times. Ever since she was a child, she’s had a heavy dislike of thunder and lightening and it has developed into a phobia. The scientific name for this is Astraphobia. Sometimes this fear can become extremely debilitating and she will break out into a cold sweat, collapsing onto the floor and curling into the fetal position without much warning. Other times she will try to cope with her fear by trying to find a windowless place to hide in, a stuffed panda in tow — Just anywhere where she can’t see or hear anything.
If Astraphobia wasn’t enough, Lydia also has an anxiety disorder by the wonderful name of Obsessive Compulsive. She is very meticulous when it comes to certain things. It is critically important that she checks the hems of her uniform sleeves every two hours. If she doesn’t, she fears that they may come unraveled and she’ll be out of a uniform. When exiting a room, she must run her finger lengthwise of the door way as a weird reliever of stress. Aside from those small things, Lydia has become obsessed with the weather. As mentioned before, she has Astraphobia. Therefore, if she knows how the weather is before starting the day and can gauge if it looks like rain or not, her day is a little less stressful.
A few compulsions that she has gotten used to have been her necessity to clean things. It doesn’t matter what it is, it must be clean or it is subject to being cleaned by her. A gift and a curse, for not everyone wants her touching their things. Repetitive touching is an on and off annoyance to people she’s around. Some people love to be touched repeatedly or simply don’t mind while others find it irritating and may or may not swat at her hands. To Lydia, all of these things aren’t out of the ordinary for her, as she will have a ready explanation as to why she does each and every compulsion and it’s quite impossible to convince her otherwise, but they are welcome to try.
Just. One. More. Check.
When under stress that has nothing to do with the above, Lydia may see nothing but all the possibilities of what may go wrong. She will then begin to berate herself for things which could have been done differently, or duties which she failed to perform. The ability to see things calmly and reasonably is thrown out of the window and she becomes somewhat sick and depressed with visions of doom. When at her breaking point, rash and emotional bursts of anger are prone to surface, where she will often say things that were not meant to be said.
Like the cliche’ saying goes, there is a light at the end of the tunnel which would be her weird and offbeat sense of humor that attempts to overpower certain aspects of her fear. She also has a bit of a competitive streak.
History:
Lydia Lyn Zanini, nd only child, was born on June 2nd, 1975 to Kempson and Riletta Zanini in Barton-le-Clay, a medium sized village located in the south of Bedfordshire which is east of England (pretty much still in England). Kempson worked at The Bull Hotel during the day and Riletta worked at The Speed The Plough during the night. Thus each parent had equal time to spend with their child. Lydia lead a pretty normal life. She went to Barton-le-Clay preschool until she turned four, attended Ramsey Manor Lower school from Reception to Year Five. At the age of nine she attended Arnold Middle School for a year and a half the reason being that she caught a serious case of the shingles on her face and had to stay home for the remainder of her second year. Because the shingles damaged her eyes, she was made to wear glasses after she completely healed.
In those last few weeks of shingles, Lydia began to make a habit of watching old magic shows in the afternoon. They weren’t particularly exciting, but she did like to mimic what she saw and show it to her parents on the weekend. The tricks were never that good but they humored her for the hell of it. There was no point in telling her that she didn’t do a very good job of hiding the things that were supposed to disappear. It wasn’t until summer rolled around that she showed any evidence of having any sort of power. Instead of pulling a stuffed rabbit out of her top hat like she intended, Lydia accidentally pulled out a real rabbit.
There was a moment of silence between the three Zanini’s. Kempson sat staring with his hand on his chin, Riletta had gasped and Lydia just stared at the small brown rabbit she was holding in her hand. The silence went on for a few more moments until Riletta gave a lecture to Lydia about stealing rabbits from people’s yards. A bit hurt, Lydia claimed “all I did was this” and once agin she reached into her top hat, pulling out another real rabbit; this time it was brown. There was another long bout of silence. Just what in the blue blazes was going on? Kempson, who had still been holding his thinking position had immediately decided that their daughter was a witch. “That’s all there is to it.” He said simply. Since they did live in a small town, word spread quickly about the happenings in the privacy of peoples homes. Kempson being the nosy Nancy of the Zanini’s was aware of other seemingly normal families having incidents similar to the one that had just occurred. That’s about all he knew though.
In the summer of 1986, the day after her birthday, Lydia received a letter addressed to her and her exact location (which was the backyard in the sand box) by way of a peculiar looking barn owl. Curious and always fond of receiving gifts, she opened and read it, very confused as to what exactly a Hogwarts was. Figuring that her dad knew all, since he figured out that she was a witch, she brought the letter to his attention. “It’s a school!” Well, that was simple. On the back of her acceptance letter were a list of things she needed and just where to get them. Since they had all the time in the world, they waited until the last week of August to reach Diagon Alley. There she bought all of her needed supplies and a white dwarf cat that she named George.
Lydia’s first was one of many surprises and enjoyment. She was sorted into Hufflepuff by an odd smelling hat that talked in rhyme. Being the very friendly person that she was, she introduced herself to almost everyone she came across. The ones that were annoyed by this just ignored her and went about their business. Aside from struggling to get used to the magical world and getting the hang of some rather complex spells, Lydia’s first and second year went by in a mish mash of uninteresting events. Not until her third year had she ever been called a mud blood. She had to ask several people just what that word meant before she finally got an answer to which she replied “Well, that’s not nice at all.”
The summer before her fourth year was spent taking lessons in some basic martial arts. Lydia wasn’t sure why she had been enrolled into the class but she figured it was one of her dads impulse ideas. None the less she enjoyed it and when school started up once again, she would often find time to practice some of her kata’s in The Room of Requirement so that she could have some privacy.
At the end of her fifth years Lydia took the Ordinary Wizard Levels and managed to make a few O’s and E’s. What motivated her was the sudden interest she had taken in the field of medicine, both wizard and muggle. In her spare time she would be in the library reading up on all sorts of sicknesses and maladies of the wizarding world and every few weeks she would request medicine and biology books from her family.
At the end of her seventh year at the age of 18, Lydia sat her N.E.W.Ts and came out with marks high enough to begin training as a Healer. She interned for a year before doing any hands on training. The most exciting thing that happened that year was when she got to treat her own paper cut. The next year would mark the beginning of her five year training. The first year of her five year training was spent as a Trainee Healer, running back and forth between the Artifact Accidents and Creature Induced Injuries wards. Lydia spent her second year exclusively working on the second floor studying Magical Bugs which is where she ended up getting her burn scars because she did not know that most of the bugs would secrete horrible, horrible things. Her remaining three years were spent on flours three and four and toward the end of her term she studied the chemical compositions of medicine and began to commit them to her memory.
By 1998, Lydia was provided the chance to study magical medicine and healing techniques in other countries. Having never been out of her own country she practically jumped at it. She spent eight years outside of the country traveling between China, Tibet, Korea and Cambodia where she studied Traditional Chinese Medicine diagnostics (Yin or Yang, Five Elements, Eight Principles, Zang Fu Theory, Meridian, Six Levels, Four Stages and Three Jiaos), pressure points which were used in both healing and martial arts and acupuncture. In 2001 he was one of the many Healers that treated the survivors in the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident.
In 2007, after her eight years stay in Asia, she went back to working at St. Mungo’s with a case load of books so that she could keep practicing the techniques she learned.
Roleplay Sample:
A sigh of relief escaped Lydia’s lips as she slipped her glasses back to their proper place. She felt better now that she could see but there were some things that she didn’t really want to see so she avoided staring at the glass doors. “Right!” She said with renewed confidence despite the last part of Kiden’s speech that could have been taken the wrong way if Lydia wasn’t so optimistic. She stood up herself, almost giving a hardy laugh as her blonde friend ventured toward cliche land. Right! Now they just needed to find something to properly defend themselves. There wasn’t much though, since it was a department store. Lydia sighed then, placing a hand on her forehead and running it down the side of her face. What to do, what to do?
“Hey, Kiden I think I have an idea.” She would have continued if not for the sound that immediately followed after her words. Lydia turned quickly staring at the now fully conscious thing. She took a few steps backward feeling around as if she could just grab something from the air — that would have been nice actually. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Kiden motioning for her. Immediately moving, years of forgotten training coming into play and leaving just as quickly as she leapt over the counter and crashed into the wall. Lydia wasn’t down for the count but it took her a few seconds to stand and in those seconds she watched as her friend frantically searched for something. Her face was blank for a moment, wondering what the other girl could be up to and if she should help at all. “Kiden, what are you -?” Ah, a nail gun. A nail gun? It was then that Kiden flashed a smile that Lydia had become all too familiar with. She wasn’t going to take that thing on armed with just a nail gun was she? Oh but she was and Lydia moved to stop her only missing the hem of her shirt by a few inches. She winced as her friend hit the ground. “Eh! Kiden, you okay down there?” Even if she was, she wouldn’t be for long. That thing had already made contact with Kiden’s legs and if Lydia could do anything it wouldn’t be going any further.
She ran from behind the counter this time though her brain was not filled with any fantastic battle plans. There wasn’t enough time to scan it for visible weaknesses but she looked onward. And that’s when it hit her. “Kickball.” She said to herself. It was a dumb idea and she could possibly miss but it worked in theory and that was all she needed. All of those years in P.E. weren’t for nothing. With a smile Lydia moved backward until she hit a wall and exhaling she broke off into a run stopping at Kiden’s side with a deep “HAH!” Lydia thrust her right leg forward and her foot connected with what could be considered the bug’s abdomen. It didn’t move very much the first time so she kicked it again and again. Again. “HAH!” Again. “HAH!” AGAIN “HAAAAAAAAAAH!” until it was far away from the fallen Kiden. Its tentacles were feeling about the ground now and one had managed to wrap itself around the part of her shoe. “BULLSHIT!” Was what came from her mouth as she grabbed onto one of the many waterfall racks. She pulled one out of its hole and held it as if it were a hockey stick before flipping it around. Where the hell was she supposed to stab it? Eyes her mind told her, go for its freakin’ eyes. That’s most likely where its brain is located. Between them!
With another “HAH!” that came out much more like a scream she plunged the waterfall bar between its eyes, jumping up and shifting her weight so that it went deeper. It was squirming wildly now and Lydia was not feeling sorry for it at all.
“Kiden, help me out!”
[taken from an ongoing thread]
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