[Mymothersmeatloaf]

First Name: Lyra

Last name:Daregmader

Eyes: Green

Hair: straight, Jet black

Notable features: Lyra has several bite scars on her right leg, very old and faded, difficult to see to most adventurers. She wore a black tattoo around her eyes that resembled a Rorschach test, several streaks that appear as tears dotted her face.

Personality: Lyra tends to be nice to most people, even if her general appearance doesn't make her seem like she would be, if she happens to get get angry with somebody, it's likely they did something to anger her in the first place. Lyra tends to be stubborn, as well as persistent stopping at nothing when she puts her mind to it, if not with who she usually trusts, she's usually fairly reclusive.

Fears: Losing her friends, and worgs, she's deathly afraid of worgs.

Goals: To persue the one who murdered her village and family, and to have better control over the necromantic forces so that she can crush her enemies and protect the ones who are close to her.

Occupation: Lyra is a self taught wizard and necromancer who does not specialize solely in any spell school, although she has a primary focus on necromancy, and has been doing it for quite a long time she does not like to sacrifice any tools to her arsenal.

Backstory:

Lyra grew up in an isolated village far away from Hadrian and outside the reach of any kind of city. Halflings were a dominant race, and rarely did they ever let outsiders into the village without any sort of approval by the elders. Everybody had a place here, a job, a purpose and a life to live, all following the elders ways and never straying.

Lyra was always the odd one out of all of them. Her father was a fisher-man and her mother a basket weaver, brother wishing to attend a bardic college, but when she wanted to grow up, she wished to be a scholar as well as a wizard. she was persistent in this endeavor, reading the books her human wizard grandfather would send her.

On her fifteenth birthday she was given her first cantrips to learn, granted that she practiced them somewhere that the other villagers did not see, as arcane magic was forbidden there. Day and night the halfling spent, nose in book and fingers at the ready, failing several attempts but miraculously managing to cast one anyway. Noting the time and the moon above, she quickly ran back to her home, only to observe what would have been the worse day of her life.

Several villagers ran about, screaming at the top of their lungs, blisters and disease covering their bodies and fluid quickly filling their lungs. In a panic, lyra quickly ran into her own home, witnessing the peril of her own parents, and worst of all, her brother. Under distress, a broken lyra went into the attic, frantically and foolishly attempting to write her own spells, believing that she could save them if she tried enough. As the morning finally came, and the screams of pain finally ended, lyra blacked out, only to awake to what would be a ghost town.

During the years she studied there, using the remaining spell books that once belonged to her grandfather to learn how to animate the dead to better protect herself from carrion and dangerous beasts, as well as hunt for her whenever she was frail.

For ten years Lyra spent in that dead village learning how to combat the necromantic arts as well as use it to her own advantage, if she could use her enemies undead against them she'd be a step closer to her own victory. with a heart full of anger and vengeance, she finally stepped out from the ashes of the village to hunt down her quarry. Next stop. . .the local cities, and eventually hadrian.

"Mother...father...I'll succeed in my journey, and when I find the one responsible for this, I'll kill them...That's a promise."


// Might write the full length of her story at some point if enough people are interested.

[Mymothersmeatloaf]

Date: 1/6/1372
Time: 6:01 pm

Lyra who for weeks was discussing how she was hard at work preparing for the roz'dha attack and figuring out a ritual intended to destabilize and disrupt the legions of the undead, continued her work studying and gathering the required materials and solutions to be used in the ritual, what she has available on hand is.

- 2 Distilled shadow Spider mandibles
- 1 Distilled beholder eye
- Several melted beholder teeth