Lyra Daenalis

== Lyra Daenalis ==
(LIE-rah DEN-el-is)Lyra no longer seeks companionship like she once did, although some annoying part of her ignores the past and looks for others like a magnet. If that part ever wins over, she would only allow the friendship to continue if she was sure she could protect and trust them with her life. Everyone else? As long as they aren’t innocent or a potential ally, she couldn’t care less what befalls them.
She spends most of her time outdoors, either wandering the streets for some distraction or exploring outside the kingdom’s borders gathering Myrin’s favorite flowers to place in the vase at home. Pebbles comes with her everywhere, of course.
“What can I say? I’m good at what I do and I do what I’m good at. What I’m not good at, you ask? Nothing, I’ve learned to have no weaknesses.”
== Life ==
Lyra was born to the average elven family in a hidden Prostor community that often faced outside threats. Her mother, Velatha, died from complications during her birth, leaving her to be raised by her father, Rydel, and older sister, Celaena. She was taught to believe Yoruze had their best interests at heart and would lead them out of misfortune and suffering, although as she took up an apprenticeship under an old warrior, she found that only the individual can make their own life different. She became a master of trickery, using her small size she was teased for to fight with speed and viciousness. Once her training was complete, Lyra rose through the ranks quickly, soon becoming captain of her own unit.
After a few successful defense operations, she was given permission to lead out a small group of elite warriors on a counter attack operation. Although she had planned for every possible outcome, they were ambushed and captured by elven rogues. While imprisoned, she was put through the psychological torture of seeing her companions being led out only to never return. She eventually managed to befriend her guard, Myrin, and convinced them to escape together. By the time the pair had gained the trust of the rogue leader, Lyra sported many scars of Myrin’s own doing, although this proved necessary for their successful escape.
Upon her return with Myrin, she was welcomed back as warmly as a blizzard; that is, her once loving community begrudgingly took her and her new companion back in. As both of them adjusted to their new life, they could clearly sense the others’ distrust of Myrin and even Lyra. Her past friends would audibly whisper about her marred skin, her broken mind, her damaged body, even as she soon went back to her old post to defend them all better than before. Myrin soon brought these concerns to her. How could they ever fit in when Lyra’s own people wouldn’t even accept her?
The next day, they both left, only leaving a note to Lyra’s family.
After some wandering, the pair stumbled across the kingdom of Astos; quite literally, as Myrin tripped over a felled sign announcing the kingdom’s border, and Lyra followed suit during her fit of laughter. They soon found themselves a spot in this bustling city, Myrin taking up a job as a bartender and Lyra taking commissions as a mercenary for hire. Lyra would come back to their small apartment late at night, Myrin sleepily waiting to tell their stories of the tavern regulars.
One night, Lyra came home to find them tending to a small ball of fur, only to find it was actually a cat they had found while walking home and named Pebbles (“You’re joking, right? Pebbles?”). Truly, she didn’t mind the new addition, as it would keep Myrin happier than ever and gave both some extra company when no one else was awake. Pebbles also took care of the occasional rodents that trespassed, making it a win-win for all three.
This went on for quite a few years, until Lyra came home to find Pebbles mewing madly, Myrin in a pool of their own blood, throat slit, with a message written attributing their unfortunate death to the rogues they once belonged to. This immediately sent Lyra past whatever walls she had put up to protect herself and into a rage perfect for the revenge she desired. Needless to say, the assassin was found brutally mauled within the week by the guard, with no further clues to who had committed the crime. But it was a killed assassin, so more damage was solved than done, right?
Lyra still lives in the same apartment, with the same cat as her only companion, but now with an unquenched vengeance for the blood of those who kill as Myrin’s assassin did; without mercy, without thought. She occasionally returns the favor to those unfortunate few that don’t cover their tracks as well as they should have.
== Skills ==
* Experienced warrior
* Survival basics
* Good intuition
* Enhanced senses
* Great tracker
== Fun Facts ==
* Although coming across as cold to most, she is simply reserved and only talks when needed or to those she is close to. Which isn’t many.
* After Myrin’s passing, she adopted many of their favorite things as her own to keep their memory alive and always around.
* When alone with Pebbles, she’ll often talk aloud. Sometimes it seems like the cat actually understands her and will nod or mew when it seems right in the one-sided conversation, but Lyra usually chalks it up to exhaustion.