| Subject: "Onamska, tyah-not-mirray Sh'mirah." She speaks in the language that both understand better. "Enray, righ huttana. Widnai musak, nye-har?" (Hello golden friend, hawk Sh'mirah. What in God's name are you doing here?) |
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Date Posted: 06:18:30 05/26/01 Sat
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Lyra
's message, "She trots in, the seven bracelets encircling her left wrist winking brightly. ~~>" on 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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