Name: Lydia Theodora Baxter
Age: 22 years
Sex: female
Height: 3,8 inches (5'9", formerly).
Appearance: Medium long blonde hair, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and a consciously toned body with some decent curves. Lydia wears the standard orange jumpsuit.
Occupation: Tailor/seamstress
Personality: Bubbly and extroverted, Lydia tries to make everyone she meets her friend, and is generally quite good at reading the room. Unfortunately, she's also has trouble accepting people being disinterested, or even averse, to socializing with her, and, when she gets nervous, has a habit of prattling on, often failing to filter her thoughts in such situations.
Also, shrinking or incarceration alone would be enough to knock her out of her comfort zone, so being sent to Cyromane has left her quite skittish and distraught. Despite that, and her life of moderate luxury, she is stubborn and possesses a surprisingly strong will, making it anyone's guess to when, how, and if, she'll break.
Backstory: Lydia didn't expect her life spiralling out of control as it did, all thanks to hiring a dodgy employer, and a judge with a personal grudge against her. Convicted for being complicit in tax evasion, and held in contempt of court, she was sent to Cyromane, with a sentence for 5 to 10 years.
Additional info: Lydia has been assigned to make adjustments and repair (hopefully small) holes and tears in the clothes and uniforms of the full sized residents of Cyromane prison as penal labour, to be on call 24/7.
Freshly shrunk and transported to Cyromane, Lydia exits the carrier case, entering the prison on the cold hard walkways in the women's wing, at roughly hip height of most of the full sized guards.
Ushered to her cell by a male guard, Lydia is left alone.
It's a small cell with a bunk bed, but whoever her cellmate is, isn't here.
Checking the clock, Lydia is interrupted by a shadow looming over.
Turning around, a humongous hand has entered her cell, and wraps itself around her.
The hand opens up, revealing the face of a middle aged brunette, obviously a guard.
" You're coming with me," she says, commandingly,
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