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Lysira

Lysira Mayweather
| Name | Lysira |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Scout |
| Age | Teenager |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | The girl before you doesn't look a day over fifteen, maybe younger, yet her eyes give the impression of maturity and experience.
Her clothes and mud-encrusted and tattered, the hazlenut brown hair that cascades across her shoulders is stiff like straw. You're guessing this is out of not being able to wash properly.
A mischievous smirk is almost always across her lips, her narrowed eyes and concentrated expression imply she's up to something. |
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Background
Short:
Lysira was born and 'raised' in Bree, her family consisting of small-time crooks who scrapped and scuffled for every copper they could get. Lysira felt the most attatchment to her mother, whom suffered a life-threatening illness.
Her father, a violent and manipulative man, was an alcholic, leading the household with a heavy hand and was eventually hung for killing a woman in the midst of a drunken rage.
Lysira's mother passed away in the winter preceeding, leaving Lysira, who blamed her father entirely for her mother's death and her current situation, alone to fend for herself at the age of ten.
Lysira turned to pickpocketing, in which she found a natural talent for subtlety. She soon found herself in the midst of local criminal organisations in which she 'thrived' in the sense she could get-by without assistance.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Money, mischief, exploration. |
|---|---|
| Hates | None |
| Motivation | Wealth, exploring the world. |
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Lysira's Adventures
| A Subtle Aqquistion | 16 years 9 months ago |
| Perhaps... | 16 years 10 months ago |
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