Post by kyou on Jan 20, 2011 21:06:38 GMT -5
Name: Lyra Morgana Redfern
Age: 20
Race: Human
Occupation: Assassin/Spy
Allegiance: King of Carvala
Physical Description:
With a height of about 5'6, Lyra is considered a rather tall girl at her age. Her built is quite slim, but through her slim body she happens to be quite strong. She has long brown black hair that reaches to her waist. Her hair is slightly wavy, though she tends to like curling it. Her hair is not wispy, for she happens to have quite thick hair. Sometimes, it turns quite curly, other times it just happens to be curly. Lyra also happens to have a heart shaped face and a sly looking smile that she always seems to wear. Piercing blue eyes that are shadowed by her dark lashes are her signature eyes. Lyra usually wears her signature light green tunic with a brown belt that is swung around her hips. She also wears dark green leggings and brown boots. At times, she wears brown arm warmers that go up to half her elbow. Under the tunic, she wears a white up to the elbow shirt. The leggings go up till her knee and then her boots go from knee down. Lyra finds these all comfortable, but on occasion on when she has to see the king, she wears a long dark blue gown that covers her shoulders. Truth be told, Lyra enjoys creating new designs for her own clothes.
What clothes, you may ask? She makes her own clothing and even though she stands out, she believes she looks much better than many other people. Sure, it looks wickedly funny, but on her it looks elegant. Though, she is usually seen wearing gowns.
Personality: Witty. Lyra happens to be blunt and quite sarcastic. Sure, Lyra is kind but only to people she believes that deserve kindness. When it comes down all to fighting, she gets serious and usually is ruthless. She has been trained to kill. Lyra is a very nice person to be around and can be quite friendly. The only thing is that she's the one that usually approaches the person she wants to be friends with. Lyra is one of the popular nobles in her group, though she doesn't quite boast abut how popular she is.
Not now. She isn't as popular, for many believe that she's a very scary person though she really isn't. When Lyra gets angry, she looks very scary to be truthful for she just gives you a cheerful venomous smile before killing the person or giving them a blow. Lyra can be calm and can be quite joyful when she feels like it. She's also quite good at controlling her feelings. When she likes someone, she will not tell that person. Instead, she would use some way to show her love. Flirting is another good trait she's good at. Of course, if you happen to be her crush you'd better start running. Lyra doesn't let go of her prey very easily and when she does have a prey in her claws it turns nasty. Lyra will not stop bothering that particular person and will be sweet and almost scarily happy. Lyra can also be deadly quiet sometimes. This girl is the type that enjoys watching people and when it comes down to killing, she'll watch you die without blinking.
History:
Okay, so to keep my history short, I'll just begin to tell you where it all began. I was born in the castle, where lots of noblewomen are born, to the Lady Rose and Lord Richard. I was going to be called the Lady Morgana, before my mother objected and wanted me to be called Lyra. So, I got stuck with the name of Lady Lyra. Sort of weird, right? Anywho, I was raised by nobles and was trained to be a lady. Though, at age ten, after learning how to throw a knife, my father decided to have other plans for me. From that age on I was trained to become a spy for the king. Of course, (naturally) I was also trained self defense. Assassinations. Though, since I was a young child, they sent me out to spy. It was all dangerous, I'll tell you that much. God, I was so scared during my first mission. I just sat there, listening to every word that lord was saying, trying to memorize every single word. I did well, so they told me to spy once more. I was terrified. What do you expect? I was freaking ten years old. Not my fault I completely panicked and killed someone. Though, it was completely unintentional...
So, I basically freaked out once and killed the target. That's how I started being an assassin. I was basically trained in secret to become one and when I was fourteen, they then revealed that I was to 'become an assassin'. Okay, so let me just get things straight. I did not want to be a spy or assassin in the first place. It just happened. Got it? Right, so from then on, I was either on the field doing jobs for the king (who I have learned not to trust, but I have to work for him) or I was in some room chatting with a bunch of noble girls. Personally, I find the whole 'working' idea much better, since just talking to a bunch of sissy girls totally ruins my mood. So, let's just fast forward this little boring part of my history, shall we?
So, I'm nineteen, almost twenty. It's a pretty good age, right? I'm just minding my own business and WHAM. My mother drops this huge bomb on me. She wants me to get married to some lord of forwick or something. Never met him before and don't ever want to meet him. I hear that he's some arrogant prick and that enough makes me want to leave. So, for a year, I take leave to some village as a mission for the king. I'm still a lady, so I have servants with me. Of course, my parents don't let me go on my own, so they let me bring one male friend. Bradley. My best friend. He's a lord's son, so it's all good. He's training to be a knight, so this is his mission to be my 'knight'. I suppose you could say. My past is rather sweet compared to alot of other people's. So, I'm not going to complain on what's coming my way.
Roleplaying Sample:
Waking up in the mornings were the worst. Stretching her tanned arms in the air, the girl yawned loudly. Bleary bright blue eyes blinked at the ceiling. Another day, another yelling from Randal. Great. Forcing herself to get up, she slowly walked into another room to the bathroom. Her hair was a mess. Black hair sticking up from different parts of her hair. The ends of her hair curled up, almost defying gravity. Arwen did not care. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked up and stared at the mirror. Her face was tanned and very unhealthy looking. Sure, she had been eating but due from her fights with Murtagh, nothing had been very peaceful lately. The king, always on some sort of murder spree was always making her go out to kill people. She, Arwen, was a murderer and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. She wished some days that Eragon would just come to the castle to save her. Murtagh and all of the innocent people here. Nobody deserved to die here. The reason why the people were dying was because of the king. She brushed her hair with her fingers, hoping it would tame her hair just a little bit. She snarled when some hair snapped.
"Blast."
Pouring cold water over her head, she soaked her hair and combed it (with a brush this time). Her hair turned into the slightly curly hair that humans would love, yet elves would loath. Looking back at the mirror, she gave a tired sigh and gave a small frown at herself before grinning mischievously at herself. You see, Arwen loved to make faces in the mirror and it did make her slightly happier. God, if she wasn't able to smile she would probably die. This girl wasn't a kind of girl who hated smiling. Everyone in the castle always seemed so...serious. It bothered her. Grabbing some clothes, she got dressed in her room. The usual uniform that the king had picked out of her. The green tunic that she loved so much. Grabbing her swords and her bow and quiver, she walked down the stairs quietly.
During the mornings, there usually was nobody around. Sure, a few knights in armor by not many people up and going. Damn, Arwen cursed to herself. She had forgotten to tie up her hair! Biting her bottom lip, she looked around for a girl. Or, maybe even a guy! Did anyone have an elastic band or some sort of band she could use to tie her hair up?
"Um...Do you have an elastic band I could perhaps borrow?" She asked a random person as she walked down the hall. Tucking some hair behind the ears that looked like an elf, she could create an expression that only a human could create. The look of innocence and helplessness. She had placed the quiver over her shoulder a few moments ago and had also slipped the duel swords behind her as well for they were always a bother to carry. She looked like a warrior. Well, a warrior that was in desperate need of a hair band. She held on to the bow, playing with it as she spoke.
"Er. Maybe something I could use to tie my hair back? Anything?"
Age: 20
Race: Human
Occupation: Assassin/Spy
Allegiance: King of Carvala
Physical Description:
With a height of about 5'6, Lyra is considered a rather tall girl at her age. Her built is quite slim, but through her slim body she happens to be quite strong. She has long brown black hair that reaches to her waist. Her hair is slightly wavy, though she tends to like curling it. Her hair is not wispy, for she happens to have quite thick hair. Sometimes, it turns quite curly, other times it just happens to be curly. Lyra also happens to have a heart shaped face and a sly looking smile that she always seems to wear. Piercing blue eyes that are shadowed by her dark lashes are her signature eyes. Lyra usually wears her signature light green tunic with a brown belt that is swung around her hips. She also wears dark green leggings and brown boots. At times, she wears brown arm warmers that go up to half her elbow. Under the tunic, she wears a white up to the elbow shirt. The leggings go up till her knee and then her boots go from knee down. Lyra finds these all comfortable, but on occasion on when she has to see the king, she wears a long dark blue gown that covers her shoulders. Truth be told, Lyra enjoys creating new designs for her own clothes.
What clothes, you may ask? She makes her own clothing and even though she stands out, she believes she looks much better than many other people. Sure, it looks wickedly funny, but on her it looks elegant. Though, she is usually seen wearing gowns.
Personality: Witty. Lyra happens to be blunt and quite sarcastic. Sure, Lyra is kind but only to people she believes that deserve kindness. When it comes down all to fighting, she gets serious and usually is ruthless. She has been trained to kill. Lyra is a very nice person to be around and can be quite friendly. The only thing is that she's the one that usually approaches the person she wants to be friends with. Lyra is one of the popular nobles in her group, though she doesn't quite boast abut how popular she is.
Not now. She isn't as popular, for many believe that she's a very scary person though she really isn't. When Lyra gets angry, she looks very scary to be truthful for she just gives you a cheerful venomous smile before killing the person or giving them a blow. Lyra can be calm and can be quite joyful when she feels like it. She's also quite good at controlling her feelings. When she likes someone, she will not tell that person. Instead, she would use some way to show her love. Flirting is another good trait she's good at. Of course, if you happen to be her crush you'd better start running. Lyra doesn't let go of her prey very easily and when she does have a prey in her claws it turns nasty. Lyra will not stop bothering that particular person and will be sweet and almost scarily happy. Lyra can also be deadly quiet sometimes. This girl is the type that enjoys watching people and when it comes down to killing, she'll watch you die without blinking.
History:
Okay, so to keep my history short, I'll just begin to tell you where it all began. I was born in the castle, where lots of noblewomen are born, to the Lady Rose and Lord Richard. I was going to be called the Lady Morgana, before my mother objected and wanted me to be called Lyra. So, I got stuck with the name of Lady Lyra. Sort of weird, right? Anywho, I was raised by nobles and was trained to be a lady. Though, at age ten, after learning how to throw a knife, my father decided to have other plans for me. From that age on I was trained to become a spy for the king. Of course, (naturally) I was also trained self defense. Assassinations. Though, since I was a young child, they sent me out to spy. It was all dangerous, I'll tell you that much. God, I was so scared during my first mission. I just sat there, listening to every word that lord was saying, trying to memorize every single word. I did well, so they told me to spy once more. I was terrified. What do you expect? I was freaking ten years old. Not my fault I completely panicked and killed someone. Though, it was completely unintentional...
So, I basically freaked out once and killed the target. That's how I started being an assassin. I was basically trained in secret to become one and when I was fourteen, they then revealed that I was to 'become an assassin'. Okay, so let me just get things straight. I did not want to be a spy or assassin in the first place. It just happened. Got it? Right, so from then on, I was either on the field doing jobs for the king (who I have learned not to trust, but I have to work for him) or I was in some room chatting with a bunch of noble girls. Personally, I find the whole 'working' idea much better, since just talking to a bunch of sissy girls totally ruins my mood. So, let's just fast forward this little boring part of my history, shall we?
So, I'm nineteen, almost twenty. It's a pretty good age, right? I'm just minding my own business and WHAM. My mother drops this huge bomb on me. She wants me to get married to some lord of forwick or something. Never met him before and don't ever want to meet him. I hear that he's some arrogant prick and that enough makes me want to leave. So, for a year, I take leave to some village as a mission for the king. I'm still a lady, so I have servants with me. Of course, my parents don't let me go on my own, so they let me bring one male friend. Bradley. My best friend. He's a lord's son, so it's all good. He's training to be a knight, so this is his mission to be my 'knight'. I suppose you could say. My past is rather sweet compared to alot of other people's. So, I'm not going to complain on what's coming my way.
Roleplaying Sample:
Waking up in the mornings were the worst. Stretching her tanned arms in the air, the girl yawned loudly. Bleary bright blue eyes blinked at the ceiling. Another day, another yelling from Randal. Great. Forcing herself to get up, she slowly walked into another room to the bathroom. Her hair was a mess. Black hair sticking up from different parts of her hair. The ends of her hair curled up, almost defying gravity. Arwen did not care. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked up and stared at the mirror. Her face was tanned and very unhealthy looking. Sure, she had been eating but due from her fights with Murtagh, nothing had been very peaceful lately. The king, always on some sort of murder spree was always making her go out to kill people. She, Arwen, was a murderer and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. She wished some days that Eragon would just come to the castle to save her. Murtagh and all of the innocent people here. Nobody deserved to die here. The reason why the people were dying was because of the king. She brushed her hair with her fingers, hoping it would tame her hair just a little bit. She snarled when some hair snapped.
"Blast."
Pouring cold water over her head, she soaked her hair and combed it (with a brush this time). Her hair turned into the slightly curly hair that humans would love, yet elves would loath. Looking back at the mirror, she gave a tired sigh and gave a small frown at herself before grinning mischievously at herself. You see, Arwen loved to make faces in the mirror and it did make her slightly happier. God, if she wasn't able to smile she would probably die. This girl wasn't a kind of girl who hated smiling. Everyone in the castle always seemed so...serious. It bothered her. Grabbing some clothes, she got dressed in her room. The usual uniform that the king had picked out of her. The green tunic that she loved so much. Grabbing her swords and her bow and quiver, she walked down the stairs quietly.
During the mornings, there usually was nobody around. Sure, a few knights in armor by not many people up and going. Damn, Arwen cursed to herself. She had forgotten to tie up her hair! Biting her bottom lip, she looked around for a girl. Or, maybe even a guy! Did anyone have an elastic band or some sort of band she could use to tie her hair up?
"Um...Do you have an elastic band I could perhaps borrow?" She asked a random person as she walked down the hall. Tucking some hair behind the ears that looked like an elf, she could create an expression that only a human could create. The look of innocence and helplessness. She had placed the quiver over her shoulder a few moments ago and had also slipped the duel swords behind her as well for they were always a bother to carry. She looked like a warrior. Well, a warrior that was in desperate need of a hair band. She held on to the bow, playing with it as she spoke.
"Er. Maybe something I could use to tie my hair back? Anything?"
