Lyca

> << One minute I think i'm fine, the next I feel like i'm dying >>
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## Description

The sdyr woman has long white hair, she once had bright blue eyes but now they are permanently of a glowing red. Her face addorning some tribal marks and a wolf tattoo on her right upper arm.

### Armor

She mostly wears anything she can find that is good enough and not too constricting. She prefers to wear fur and leather mostly.

## History

Fate is neither benevolent nor cruel. Fate is fate. Unchanging, unwavering, unknowable. There are those who seem to be favored, and those who seem to be cursed, but Fate cares not for the mortals in its wake. Lyca was born to the moon-touched tribes of the world’s edge. She was one such victim to the whims of fate. Her birth was met with a shower of stars, “the tears of the moon”, a good omen. The mystics of her tribe told her father she was kissed by fate. Destined to lead in her father’s place. From a young age already betrothed to a neighboring tribe’s favored son. Theirs was a union to unite their people. Fate is fickle, and cares not for mortals. Lyca was no different. It was a festival to herald the change of the seasons, to call forth the rains. Filled with singing, dancing and merriment. The tribes were already as one, unified by what was to come. But it was never to be. The rains came, as the shamans and mystics danced around the pyre. A death knell for the life she was to live. As the first drops struck her skin, she screamed in pain. Her body twisted and boiled into a new inhuman body. Claws erupted, fangs slid into her maw and her skin sloughed revealing a new dark feral form. They were fearful. She knows this. She knows they did not mean it, when they drove her away with spears and torches. Thrown rocks. And screams. She knows she is a cursed beast, another of fate’s playthings. She, a wounded beast, stalked deeper into the forest, shunning the warm trapping of humanity. Alone, she was safe. For weeping skies now reveal her curse. Tis better to hide in the feral unwandered places of the world, where she belongs. Those that dwell near, have learned not to wander the forest when the rains finally come. For a great beast lurks between the shadows of the trees. Its claws are sharp. Its fangs are hungry. And naught is left but churned mud.

### Skill

She is a beast talker, she can have a pack of wolf following her, she's also a great hunter. The fact that she is a sdyr let her to have keen senses, mostly good at hearing and smelling.

### Major Flaw

She had been cursed even since she was young with a great curse.

## Personality

She can be warm and very caring but also can be the total opposite, when she puts her mind onto something, she is very hard to convince. She will do anything to achieve her goal, even if it hurts her. She can be short-tempered and not patient. She can be very straight forward but she isn't ill-willed.

## Relationships

### Balthazar Talonne

< You were the first that I fell for, yet I've never been able to tell you. I feel like i've failed you. I miss your warmth and how you would call me Jasmine, spoiling me with pork.. Goodbye. >

### Veldrin Rrostarr

< I hate you, I really do. Yet I know some parts of me don't.. But you were right all along..Nobody really cares about me, you have been the only one who never abandonned me.. >

### Vask'arād

< You gave me a home and all of you, yet I knew what would happen.. and I was right.. You are probably better off me and you probably have forgot... >

### Ithuriel

< I am not sure where we stand anymore since we do not see each others much. More than often I feel like a burden to you. >

### Hyperion

< You are complicating my life more than often but you know how I feel for you. >