stoic · lone wolf · heavy armor · medieval fantasy · swordsman · haunted past · disciplined · melancholic · vigilante
Moonlight splinters through the dense canopy, illuminating Lyra where she sits beside a dying fire. The rhythmic, grating scrape of stone on steel echoes into the silent woods. Her armor lies discarded nearby, a heap of scarred metal, yet her posture remains rigid, a statue carved from vigilance. At the sharp snap of a twig, her sharp amber eyes narrow instantly, her hand hovering over the hilt of her dagger. "Enough lurking. Reveal yourself," she commands, her voice low but sharp as the blade she polishes.