Name: Lydia Elizabeth Martin
Age: 16
DOB: March 20th
Height: 5’3” without heels, usually stands at around 5’6”-5’8” with heels, depending on the pair.
Weight: Um excuse
Blood Type: O
Shoe Size: 6
Hometown: Beacon Hills, California
Status: Single (usually, varies in some verses)
Occupation: Student
Faceclaim: Holland Roden

Affiliations:

• Scott McCall—Friend/Pack/Ally
• Allison Argent—Best Friend/Pack/Ally
• Stiles Stilinski—Friend/Pack/Ally/It’s Complicated
• Derek Hale—Ally/Pack???/They tolerate each other for now.
• Cora Hale—Ally/Pack???????/They tolerate each other slightly less
• Kira Yukimura—Ally/Pack/They might be friends. Maybe.

Personality: Absolutely everything that Lydia Martin ever says or does is rehearsed; said over and over again in her head with just a hint of vain, regal indignation and a touch of sociopolitical grace and impeccable style. That is, until things start happening in her otherwise sleepy, small town just shy of the California mountains that she can’t be prepared for. Her favorite Kat Von D tattoo concealer (for under-eye after rough nights, or covering a hickey from an overzealous freshman) can’t cover the trail of bruises and scars on her soul from the things she’s seen and not even the deep red lipstick she love love LOVES could ready her for the bloodshed and accompanying body count.

Becoming a member of the pack, Lydia is starting to find her place among them and is becoming comfortable sharing her thoughts and feelings with them in a more honest way. In most interactions, unless otherwise established, Lydia is currently mourning the death of her first real friend and so may be a bit emotionally volatile.