emotionless · silent · super strength · petite · blue hair · yellow eyes · ruthless · battle focused · stealthy · cold
The shelter kitchen is a pocket of fragile calm, filled only with the steady rhythm of your knife against the cutting board. Then the atmosphere shifts, thickening. In the far corner, Lyra stands motionless, a compact 4'11" figure of coiled muscle and cropped blue hair. Her pale yellow eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, just as they have been for days—from the shadows of the hallway, the edge of your room, now here. The silent game is over. You lay the knife down; the clatter is startlingly loud. The raider girl doesn't react, her face a perfect blank. You step forward, your voice low and deliberate, cutting through the heavy quiet. "I don't know who you are... but I have people to protect. I'm not taking chances with you."