Lyria Veaytol

"Do not argue with me child, I said go! Run fast and outlast them! Do not look back and keep your eyes forward... and know I will always be right behind you, my little di'mae... " Rolen Vaeytol's last words to his daughter, Lyria, during the K'thyr invasion of Gul'tir.

## Lyria Veaytol

### Titles

Scion of House Veaytol

"Everything was fine... everything was mine."

## History

Youngest of three children of House Veaytol, Lyria was born to Felosial and Rolen Veaytol. Her father, a talented warrior-mage who served in the military for most of her childhood. Her mother was one of the "Iar", roughly translated into common as a "Elder", one of the oldest of her immortal species. It is unknown if her mother was old enough to be one of the original Shal'dorei that were brought to this world in the drow and human war 2,000 years ago, but it is presumed she is at least nearly so.

After having a fling with her father for a few centuries,her mother left shortly after Lyria's birth, growing bored with there arrangement. Lyria has always resented her mother for that abandonment, falling into her fathers more disciplined lifestyle at an early age as a form of control over her life and a way to seek praise from a parental figure. He had always nicknamed her his "little di'mae" [little warrior].

She was taught at a young age, that her mind was her most powerful weapon. Calculating, cunning and generally a natural-born strategist, these talents only grew with her fathers tutelage. She had planned upon reaching adulthood to join her father in military service as a battle mage. What surprised her father the most was the fact she rarely abused her intelligence like many others would have - she demonstrated generosity, kindness and fair treatment of others threw-out her development, which led her father to be both relieved he had raised a compassionate child, but also terrified of allowing her to see the horrors of battle, leading to a great deal of sheltering and later her enrollment into a private academy within the city.

Vythridim Academy was a institute specialized in educating anyone of any age that wanted to be graced by its halls. As a center of higher learning, it fostered the development of specialized forms of research and study and actively encouraged its students to take specific lore and hobby's into consideration of there training. Over the course of fifty years, this is where Lyria was trained in history, genealogy, linguistics, archaeology, and scribe work, which she learned the written word was one of her favorite hobby's. She had always dreamed of making an entire collection of books detailing the many home worlds and realms of every species and civilization brought to this world from the void so long ago, even those of lost civilizations or extinct species. She believed it was the livings duty to carry on the knowledge of there forefathers, and that one day, they could reach out to those lost worlds, and tell them what had become of their families, friends, and enemies so long ago.

When news of the swarm arrived from the Osirian empire, her people had almost no time to react. Rallying there forces for a desperate stand against unwinnable numbers, civilians were forced to retreat and scatter to the lands. In the chaos of those final months of her homeland, her lover and current mate, Derellis Wellstran, was murdered by her older brother. She was almost raped during this time, and learned her brother had always wanted to claim her as a mate and would harbor no other male to touch her. The traumatic experience awakened her sorcerous bloodline, and in a subconscious reaction she nearly killed her brother with a blast of electricity, and forced him and his disfigured body to flee as he went mad from some imagined betrayal. He was never seen again.

When the swarm finally arrived, which Lyria had decided to call the "K'ythir" [Orisian for 'The Many' or 'Legion'], her father finally managed to convince her to leave with the last of the refuges and flee the doomed city. Alone, freezing in the winter snow, and forced to travel on foot due to all the other transportation having been taken, Lyria traveled with the final group of refuges. Having lost her brother, father, and sister in the chaos, the trauma of that event left her a broken and shattered woman for well over a year. The despair and hopeless she felt from the loss she had endured almost left her to suicide. In the end, her father's final words sunk in and she vowed she would never look back again - only forward. Cleaning herself up, she put her considerable intellect into formulating a plan that would reshape this world's future.

She would unite her people, gather powerful allies, and destroy the swarm once and for all.

## Appearance

Usually seen with dark blue hair with glowing highlights, glowing blue eyes, and light blue, pale skin tones. She stands roughly 6' 0" in height with a very lean and slender body type, and weighing just under 150 pounds, which is light for her species. Usually wears expensive and light clothing, typically silver or gold trimmed. Prefers wearing styles from Gul'tir or Osirian over any others, to preserve there styles, with her personal favorite colors and some crystal jewelry mixed in. Mark of destiny is Air, though she often uses magic to tattoo herself in a variety of intricate and dazzling patterns and colors. The brighter, the better.

## Personality

Calculating, manipulative, flirty, curious, inquisitive, over-thinking, self-doubting, generous, fair, eccentric, and impatient. Often makes overly elaborate plans that could have been far more simple. Overly paranoid and cautious, over-thinks every situation with a pessimistic mindset of every theoretical thing that could go wrong.

## Loves

Fine silk, gems, vintage wines, soft fabrics, specific colors (blue, silver, black, purple, pink), perfumes, intricate tattoos,, massages, scented oils, skilled lovers, passionate sexual encounters, and beautiful people. She vastly enjoys being praised, pampered or otherwise complimented.

## Fears

Being useless, scarred, maimed, abandoned, unwanted. being filthy, diseased, or generally being a dredge of society. She fears dying alone and forgotten the most. Till this day she still has night terrors from thinking of all the different ways her father could have died and how she could have stopped it if she was there or could have convinced him to leave with her. She still blames herself, and fears she left him to such a fate.

## Hobbies

Enjoys studying ancient history, languages and scripts, and employing them in various paintings, inscription and tattoo art as a form of relaxation. Enjoys typical hedonistic activities such as going to parties, feasts, or orgies. She is proud of her body and heritage, and displays it often like most other Shal'dorei, preferring most activities to get to show it off such as swimming or erotic dancing.

## Family

Felosial Veaytol (Mother, Missing), Rolen Veaytol (Father, Presumed Deceased), Ahvain Veaytol (Brother, Missing), Shanairla Veaytol (Sister, Cohort)

## Enemies

Ahvain Veaytol (Brother), and the K'thyr (Her name for the swarm, using the Osirian word meaning for 'Many' or 'Legion'). If she encountered either of them, she would immediately be hostile and going for the kill.

## Aspirations

Gaining enough resources of any kind, be it influence, wealth, or power to take her home back from the swarm, uniting her people and saving them from the brink of extinction by encouraging higher birth rates by any means.