#v'lyria

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And suddenly, a Lyria portrait done by the fabulous @astarottehyun!  Thank you so much, it’s the first art done of her by someone else and I love it ;A; ♥ ♥

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Black Magic Woman

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The whole reason this picture exists is because I needed a reference for V’lyria’s spots.

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Day Seventeen

What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?

Φ In Character  Φ

Fingers that supported her head lifted away as she expressed confused annoyance in the flattening of her ears and wrinkle of her nose. “I am organized enough to know where everything is when I have need of it. 'Tis highly advised that you keep away from my chambers regardless of curiosity, though. Uninvited, what my workspace does or does not look like would matter little.” The woman's eyebrows lofted high, as if expectant for understanding. Someone has something to hide.

Φ Out of Character  Φ

It would be picturesque to say that civilization has taught her the importance of organization. But instead, Lyria’s workspace is a conglomeration of half-finished ideas scrawled on far too many pieces of parchment, pinned up along strings and haphazardly crumpled balls strewn this way and that. Reagents find themselves in various places other than their appointed ‘spots’; spots darken the wood where ink has spilled, but never cleaned up; and books adorn both desk and floor, in various states of ‘open’. The only things she seems to keep in order are the various herbs and elixirs she has bottled up on shelf upon shelf.. It has taken her almost no time at all to transfer the entirety of her collection into her permanent quarters at the Ayla Fener Barunak.

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Day Sixteen

Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?

Φ In Character  Φ

A sea of piercing, ethereal blue considered the questioner for a long moment, the silence reaching a deafening pitch beneath the crackle of flame against wick. To put such thought into an answer.. It must have meant much to her. “Long ago, an oracle in my tribe told me I would not be with them until the Fatessaw fit to close my eyes for the last time. A vision came to her of an orb of pitch, floating above a vast and endless sea. Like an immense egg, it fractured, and from the break flew dragons of many sizes, scales colored like gems plucked from rainbows and edged with a razor gleam, with teeth and claws dipped in molten metal, streaking across the heavens like summertime comets. The silver-blue dragon she always saw as symbolizing my spirit launched after them, and became one with the curtain of glittering stars. ‘A new family,’ she called it.” Arctic eyes were glassy with the exploration of her memory. A few batting blinks saw her consciousness restored to the present, and like a gargoyle regaining animation, her head tilted a fraction to roll her gaze back toward the questioner with what she hoped was an amenable smile. “I am convinced the vision was of the Midnight Pearl. While I am not particularly close to any of them, I consider them more impactful and important than any of my birth tribe proved to be.”

Φ Out of Character  Φ

Lyria’s relationship with her extended family in the tribe was nonexistent beyond the necessary interactions pressed upon them by community events and rituals. Those whom she works with now are more familiar to her than the Dravanian hedgewitches ever were. None of them hold a deep sway with her yet, save perhaps for C’kyza, Cotota, and Khenbish, for each of whom she holds a unique regard beyond professional associative courtesy.

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Day Fifteen

Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl?

Φ In Character  Φ

“Mmn.. ‘Tis largely dependant on the hour my eyes finally close. I have no structured schedule to speak of, nor do I enjoy either early mornings or late nights more than the other. Unless there is something particularly delightful to look forward to, of course…” This led to thoughtful silence with the claw of a thumb drawn across her jaw, examining her thoughts for a more definitive answer. “I suppose my spirits favor events more than hours.”

Φ Out of Character  Φ

Never mind the fact that she will often make a point to be awake for the rising of the sun, found in a loose-fitting silk robe with a steaming cup of more-cream-than-coffee, watching the morning sun paint its latest masterpiece in the sky.

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Day Fourteen

How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold?

Φ In Character  Φ

The light from one of the few fire lamps in the room played off of her teeth as she grinned, expressing again her humor. “You do ask many strange questions. I am the daughter of earth and water, the scion of air and fire. One can be certain the extremes of nature are but one more aspect witches of the wilds embrace. But, we are none of us spared the wrath of shiver or sweat.”

Φ Out of Character  Φ

While not immune to the extremes of temperature changes, Lyria does have an advantage: as long as she is conscious, she can use magick to fight off the more bitter discomfort of less than ideal climes. Even so, she will still bundle up or dress down as necessary in an effort to conserve her metaphysical strength.