Lysara

Biographical information

Birthplace Born Died Age Early 20s Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Female Height Petite Mass Slender Hair color Dark Eye color Green Skin color Pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Ward Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Elizabeth Created on 4/11/25 Avatar IDK

They dressed me in silks the day they came to kill me.

Designed to disarm.
A woman of effortless beauty and cultivated softness.
Her face is delicate. Heart-shaped. Her lips are full, mouth expressive. Hair dark as spilled ink falls in tumbling curls or is pinned into an intricate updo. Her eyes are brilliant bright green and horribly unsettling when focused on you. Lysara's skin is untouched by the sun. She prefers luxury- always seen draped in dresses of silk, chiffon, and lace in rich shades of emerald, crimson, or obsidian. She is never seen without gold and gemstone rings or delicate chains. Of course her jewelry exists to serve a purpose. Rings are hollow, chains are razor thin, and hairpins are sharp enough to kill.

• Court etiquette mastery
• Needlework and embroidery
• Strategy and games
• Weaponized charm

In public, she has a sweet voice and laughs easily. She faints at the sight of blood. The girl is polite to a fault- a perfect little court pet.
In private, Lysara displays her razor sharp intelligence. She is patient to a terrifying degree, comfortable in stillness and silence. She is ruthlessly observant and painfully vain. And the girl remembers everything.
The Lysara who exists by herself is lonely beneath all of her masks. Love and loyalty are luxuries she cannot afford. She does not trust anyone. Lysara does not hesitate to kill, but her targets are chosen like an art and every death serves a purpose.