Lyra

Lyra, a women with a fragile appearance and flaming eyes, she has brown hair that is wavy and falls till about mid back. Wide, thick lashed golden eyes that look down upon people in a mocking way. A small nose paired with small, and almost always smirking rose bud lips. She is fairly tall, standing at five foot eight with a slim build. Lyra appears to be in her early too mid twenties but no one is sure as she is yet too reveal her age. She has long legs and a scar on the palm of her hand. She is always seen with a flower in her hair, usually different everyday, the reason is still a mystery. Lyra has three piercings on her right ear and five on her left, there is a tattoo branding on her lower back branding her too the orphanage she came from. 

Lyra is rough and rude. Though she has learned plenty of manners she chooses not too use them, she is like a volcano waiting too erupt. No one knows what angers her and most people don't care. Lyra never admits it but she is scared off most people, she wears a cold emotionless face too fool the world. She has a very aggressive nature and often mistakes peoples kindness for some sort of threat. Lyra can be a charmer when needed, especially when she needs things done, she isn't afraid too sweet talk people into doing her dirty work for her. Lyra likes her opinion too be heard and can often come across as vain and selfish.

Though Lyra is scared of new people she often has bursts of courage (or stupidity as she later likes too call them). Inside she is a kind soul, just looking for someone too accept her for who she is. If you become her friend and earn her trust you will see she is dependable, she will put her life on the line for you if you are ever in trouble. Though, sometimes even after you gain her trust she is quite devious and might exploit you for her own benefits if not careful. 

 Though she has many negative points too her, stick with her and your efforts will be rewarded by loyalty and kindness.

Lyra specializes pyrotechnics, she has the ability too make things explode. Lyra has great speed and reflexes, she is often seen carrying a small pouch which is rumored too carry firepowder and a box of matches. She wears special gloves over golden gauntlets on her hands, the gloves are said too be made out of material that has great friction when rubbed together, these help her when she needs too light matches during combat. 

Lyra, just Lyra. This orphan girl had no idea who she was or where she was born, the orphanage took her in when she was about five, being a free untamed spirit Lyra was often punished, she was whipped till her little legs couldn't stand, she was starved and was forced too work. At a young age Lyra knew how cruel and cold the world was, she envied children of her age who knew who they were. At age ten, as the orphans were let out on their monthly walk Lyra made a run for it. She ran as the orphan keepers chased her, finally she found an open door and wedged her small body through it.

Upon entering she saw things that she vowed never too forget. She was greeted by a man roughly in his twenties, he said he was a Pyrotechnic...something which was greatly forbidden too be. He gave her two options, help him or get out. Not knowing who he was and giving the desperate circumstances she was taken under the Pyrotechnics wing and given a home. At first, she did not understand how he worked, she had no common knowledge what so ever. Lyra would watch for days as he did what he did and never once questioned. Then came one day when she was old enough too learn what he did. 

Lyra was thrusted into a world of Pyrotechnics, through patience and hard work Lyra learned too concentrate and use the fire powder and the knowledge of Amir (her teacher) too become a master in making things explode. She worked tirelessly day and night too perfect her technique, but one day Amir became sick and they had too halt their training. Lyra tended for him, he had become a brother too her, the first family she had ever known. 

Alas, when he died she was devastated. On his death bed Amir told her about a journal that held all his secret techniques, she found that journal in a secret room she never knew that existed. It was a training room, once again all alone in this world she took his journal and trained hard everyday, she learned his secret techniques and still has lots too learn.

Lyra has a huge sweet tooth, she will chomp on anything that is sweet and colourful. Though she hates too admit it, her teacher was the first person she learned too love. He was her brother, her father, her friend. She had been everything she had needed, Lyra still cries from time to time as certain things tend too remind her of him.