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Date Posted: 06:03:18 05/26/01 Sat
She nods in unspoken respect as her colorless body draws to a halt. Her mocha-colored stomach bends lightly as she brushes off a trace of mud from her legs, long and slender, the color of the pupils of the moon. "Hello." Her voice is blank and impersonal, but underlain with silent admiration. She speaks with an amazing amount of pronounced clarity. "My name is Lyra, and I would like to....stay here for a while. I have the powers of Spectrum, I believe, the power of color, but also the power of monochrome. It is a power that can blind enemies with brilliant flashes of hue, but can weaken their eyesight with dull, boring greys and browns that meld their concentration. Then I am free to attack with a single shaft of white light, a beam of combined color that glows a blinding ivory. One will serve enough damage." The barest hint of a smile seems to linger, fleetingly, on her rose-soaked lips.
Full Name: Lyra Wyndina Ritashe
Name: Lyra
Species: Unicentaur....whatever the creatures are called ;)
Age: Approximately 16½
Birthday: Sometime in April, she calls it Avrill.
Appearance: Lyra is of medium height, her withers measuring at about 14.2 hands. Her hair is long and resembling gossamer in its texture and color, the way it hangs so loosely about her defined mocha-colored face. She is tan, with strange pale eyes and a sheath of her white-blonde hair, more white than blonde. A translucent horn protrudes from her small forehead, glittering brightly when even the barest gleam of sun falls into its radius and causes it to dazzle brilliantly. It is as hard as a diamond, and equally beautiful. It is spear-sharp at the point and will easily cut through anything if proper strength is put behind it. Lyra has very long talon-like fingernails covered in a ghostly-white substance. She uses these to give small reminders, and flashes them when she wants to inflict a slight tremor of fear.
Personality: A cold, impersonal mysterious aura is given off at a single first impression. Lyra appears power-hungry and conniving, willing to do whatever must be done to get her way, regardless of who is stepped on in the process. However, Lyra is really quite kind-hearted beneath all that falsity, and enjoys a good laugh with friends more than anything, except swimming in a cool lake on a warm day. Lyra enjoys simple things, but is never one to turn down offers of luxury. Lyra has a tendency to shun others from her, though it usually is never personal. Perhaps it is due to her insecurities of who she is, and who she is afraid to be, for behind all her cold bravado is a young butterfly just beginning to emerge from her cocoon. Relatively naïve when it comes to worldly experience, she tries to take everything in stride. She is not a particularly good loser, nor a generous winner. She gets easily frustrated and curses all her mistakes, for she has high expectations for herself and, more often than not, lets herself down as a result of her frenzied paranoia for the utmost in perfection. Lyra is an ambitious worker who will bite of more than she can chew if she finds it the fastest way for result. She likes things to happen, and is an impulsive descision maker in many cases. However, Lyra is fun to be around once you manage to break through to her, has a high sense of adventure and is as daring and bold as she is malevolant and cold. Lyra chooses to fight only in the most dire of dire situations, and when she is needed most, but will not hesitate to teach the younger, more unruly rude ones a lesson with her horn and abundance of ‘colorful’ spells. On the occasion that she does fight, she will lose only on the off chance, for her determaination and thirst for victory and competitive nature will take a strong hold in the battle and drive everything she has in a burst of strategic descisions and a frenzy of colorful flashes. Lyra has an insatiable thirst and curiousity for the world, and is a quick, bright student, though she usually fails to bury any intellectual flaws behind her little wall. She wishes the world’s outlook on her to be something along the lines of a strong-willed young woman who’s power lies within a single frozen glance or tiny gesture, a subtle movement of the fingertips or perhaps a shift of the weight punctuated by an almost undetectable sigh of distaste. She wants to be characterized by a creature who dares, who’s thirst for adventure drives her ceaselessly to new heights not yet been reached. But above all, in her heart’s most secret cavern of desire, she wants to be true to herself, her friends, and to help others in their hour of need. When she was a wee little creature, she was offered quite an array of powers to take on, and almost chose healing. Except when she realized how she could not attack with such powers, and reconsidered towards the power of Spectrum. She is still on the edge about her choice, however, and often teeter-toters back and forth about that descion. She keeps it to herself because she thinks that healing is a power for weaklings, the oppositie of what she wishes to be.
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