KT-2257: Lyra

Name: Lyra
Nicknames: Ly, Lyr, Zombie
ID: KT-2257
Ownership: ASimpleMoon
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Character:

A bit of an enigma, Lyra is not supposed to be alive, and yet at the same time she is not supposed to be dead. She was born from a mortal ketucari and a reincarnated god. The god, having no idea he had even sired her, left the kadin after a fun one night stand. However when she learned she was pregnant she immediately gave up her wild ways and settled down to birth and raise her precious cubs.

 

The mother however wasnt expecting to be carrying demigods within her. The birth was agonizing and strenuous, four of her cubs were stillborn, unable to handle the power within them at such a young age, the fifth however, a kadin, somehow survived, but she was weak, barely clinging to life. The mother knew she herself was not going to survive the trauma her body had endured while giving birth, and knew she would do anything to save her precious bundle. She dragged herself to the tarn, visions of a cloaked figure with a scythe in their hands whispering for her to stop. That it was time to let go, that the cub was not meant for this mortal plane either. She ignored the whispers of death, dragging herself on and on in desperation...claiming this cub deserved a chance at life arguing and pleading with the reaper that trailed alongside her and the tiny being clasped within her jaws.

 

Something in her dying words must have changed the heart of death, because the moment the dam reached the edge of the tarns waters she died, the cub wasnt far behind, passing seconds after her mother.

 

Death picked the dead cub up within her jaws and placed her in the waters, defying her own nature, her own laws, and, feeling ashamed of what she had done, Death walked away.

 

Messing with nature, with laws? It has its consequences...and the cub bore them all.

 

She was revived...however only half way. She was stuck between worlds, half alive and half dead. Her heartbeat is barely detectable. A sickly sweet scent clings to her reminiscent of spring flowers but also of decaying corpses. She is cold like ice to the touch, barely needs to breathe and bleeds slowly, a thick black sludge is her blood, clotted and vile in smell.

 

She can take an incredible amount of damage and barely register the pain...too much damage or emotional turmoil can send her into a mindless rage of dark death bringing Dasrah attacks and brute physical strength. In order to heal and sustain the part of her that is still alive she must feed on the life force of others, using a twistedly powerful form of Dasrah to do so. She tries only to kill those she deems evil or corrupt...but has killed innocents in the past.

 

The parts of her alive allow her to eat and digest food like any normal living thing, though it does not sustain her as long or as well as life force. She requires sleep but not as frequently as a fully living ketucari. She can carry children and birth normal healthy cubs, as long as she does not go into 'rage mode' when carrying them. (She doesn't know this yet as she has never carried a litter successfully DUE to raging during pregnancy.)

 

She was found in the tarn by a kind toa and taken to a kadin and her rag tag family that wasn't put off by her oddities and raised her in a loving environment. 

 

Despite her misfortunes and strange biology she is a kind and adventurous young kadin. She befriends anyone who is willing to look past her strangeness and loves to help where she can. Despite her friendly demeanor she is often quiet and shy, sometimes seeming withdrawn or antisocial, but she means no harm by it, she just gets incredibly depressed at times. She has gone through immense tragedies and trauma because of her nature and is plagued by the sight of ghosts and souls that many of the living can not see. Most of them are harmless...but some aren't so kindly intentioned.

 

She's earned the nickname Zombie from a few of her friends and family and doesn't mind the usage as long as it not used in a cruel way.

 

She's given up on finding a mate (or mates) and ever having children of her own. But she's making due with her friends...and is eager to see what fate may have in store. And eager to discover the mystery of her past.

 

A cloaked figure haunts her dreams...whispering of death, whispering of regret and whispering of apologies.

Pack: N/A

Attunement: N/A

Titles/Achievements: N/A

Backgrounds: N/A


Equipment: None
Accessories: None
Companions: None

Healthy
Sex: Female (Kadin)
Gender/Pronouns: -
Genotype: ee/ss/kk/nDi/nDsk/nSp/nVp/Ww
Phenotype: White with dusky points, striping, and vapor
Build: Standard

Breedable? Yes
Lifetime Breedings: 17/20
Nobility: 0
Ancestry:

Designed By: Feral-Ringo-Zebra
Art By: N/A