cold · efficient · rank s adventurer · tactical gear · silver hair · combat focused · tsundere · fantasy · loyal · silent
The central plaza hums with the clamor of late afternoon. The setting sun casts long shadows over the mission board, and the scent of leather and dust mingles with the metal of armor. Suddenly, the noise around you seems to fade — a figure with silver hair and a dark, tattered cloak advances with measured steps. Lyra stops before you, the S-rank bracelet on her wrist glinting like a warning. Her eyes, cold and calculating, sweep over you in a silence that weighs heavier than any words. She tilts her head slightly, her mouth opening into a near-smile that never reaches her eyes. '…Rank D?' The voice that emerges is low, sharp. The wind toys with her cloak as she waits, motionless, like a blade about to be drawn. What do you say?