Lyra Rema

* Lyra Vercetti-Rema
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## Background

Lyra’s story starts in the far back of the reaches of the night, on a chilly January night, with a small cry of happiness as she was brought home with a loving mother and father who had desperately for the last few years wanted a child, any child. They had looked at every possibility and now they had Lyra. This meant that Lyra was the only child in her house, her parents wanted no other children, they did not want to go through that heartache again that had caused them such headaches, monetary trouble and pain. Socially however Lyra was not allowed to rest, her parents were keen to make sure that she knew how to interact with everyone, so for many years they took her out frequently, took her exercising (their favourite was running but were not impartial to cycling and a bit of rock climbing), met up with every family friend they knew, greeted strangers, let them into their house! Give them food, rest… until that night.

One must take lessons in being cautious of strangers, for most strangers need someone in their time of need, others need something completely different in their time of need. This stranger had not been the first wild one they had seen, nor dealt with. At 12 years old Lyra was very adverse in being as helpful as possible! Yet she had seen those who needed further help and this was not any different from them. Huddled to keep their own personal items as close as possible to their body. She remembered how huddled he seemed, his brown long coat pulled closely near him. She had slowly tried to approach him with food, warm food, a stew if she remembered correctly, hot and steaming in the clear white bowl… before he launched at her, that bowl going scattering across the ground as it landed on the floor. Noise, noise from behind as her parents gasped and struggled to pull the man off her, his hands, grubby, brown, stained, choking her, her face paling as she felt the tightening of her chest as the air left her body. To his side a needle, dripping with the tiniest clear drops. Time was ticking forever… never stopping… never finishing… air, air, air… must breathe.

The slam of the first echoing in her ears as her father, so kind, gentle and free punching him across the face. Her mother taking the man and throwing him off Lyra. Strength that she had not seen from them, so peaceful, easily paced and kind. Yet it was not anger that adorned their faces, more fear that struck Lyra the most. Eyes that were blurred from their usual shine, darkened as her father stood him over, his foot on the stranger’s wrist, pinning his hand down, the one with the needle. Her mother had taken her upstairs and without a sound breaking, the house gained a freeze over it. Only years later did Lyra even guess that her father had killed the man that was in the house and that was never to be confirmed. That night had ended with the hurried out, escorted by those in long black coats, purple stunning eyes, away from the house. Away from all that she knew, towards the airport, to.. America?

For her teenage years, Lyra never questioned that night, only making wild guesses that did not seem to make sense. Yet even when reaching American soil, her parents continued to be the people they were before, kind, welcoming, however now they moved from a large city to a much smaller town, with far less people that were around them. She knew everyone around the town by first name and you never locked your front door. No one went hungry, so her parents' deeds weren’t as pronounced as they once were. Eventually as Lyra reached adulthood, she decided that she wanted to go and study in university, something that her parents had no problem funding as she pursued her studies. She took an interest in criminology psychology, writing a dissertation on how people changed the past on the people that they met on the way.

Unfortunately, she found that upon leaving university that the career path she wanted to go into was such a narrow field, there was a niché market for jobs and at times people were not looking to hire, especially in such a small town that she was in. So she headed out to the nearest city, taking a bicycle, with the bag on her back, a cycle trip that would last for years. As she headed into various cities, she was looking for the perfect place to settle down, even helping those around her. Yet as time went on, her father passed away, shortly followed by her mother. Soon she was alone in this world that was big and the home that she had previously thought of as being there for her, was gone… only left her wanting a sense of belonging and helping those as she went past. Every city was always about working with those who were less fortunate but still looking for that place to settle, on her bicycle. IN the back of her mind, was that man in the brown coat, to follow her dreams, the look of complete desperation in his eyes… what was he trying to achieve that night? What did her father and mother do on that night? Who were the black coats with those sparkling purple eyes? It was a question that followed her through her travels looking for home.

## Description

Lyra has a height of 5 feet and 4 inches, wavy ginger hair that is inherited from both of her parents and falls over her shoulders, and pale blue eyes. Because she was bitten by someone, she has a scar on the left side of her shoulder. Due to the numerous years that she has spent riding in the sun, her skin has developed a slight tan.

* She joined DOC on the 18th March 2022
* She became Deputy Warden in February of 2023
* She became Warden on the 2nd March 2023

- What Lyra knew of her past may or may not be true. This was put into contention by Amaru Viracocha who claims to be her adoptive mother.

- Lyra rides everywhere as much as possible.

- She calls lots of inmates "my dear"

- Has the patience of a Saint.