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Lyrica Lefevre

Lyrica

Lady of Klutziness

Full Name: Lyrica Victoire Lefevre
Roleplay: Dragon's Mate
Age: 19
Societal Standing: Peasant
Occupation: Servant girl at a tavern of the nobility, the Wyvern's Wishes
Appearance (formal):
Her trademark bright pink hair is about as common as redheads in modern OOC America in this world.

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Personality: Lyrica isn't particularly ambitious. She's all but accepted that she'll be a servant girl for the forseeable future with no way out no matter how hard she works (due to how unfair nobility is). Used to being alone in a crowd, the few stares she does get from men usually end quickly and with snorts of contempt due to her lack of endowment. In public, Lyrica does not speak unless spoken to as befitting a proper peasant (the nobility do try to refer to the peasantry by that blanket title of course).

While she might not be very courageous yet, she possesses a fierce determination and work ethic. It's quite hard to get under Lyrica's skin as years of peasant labor at a borderline unfair wage have hardened her resolve but not her heart, granting her phenomenal patience. However, this also means she has an inferiority complex a mile wide. This is augmented by the fact that, despite having done hard work all her life, Lyrica is still quite physically weak and klutzy despite her mental fortitude.

As for wants and desires, Lyrica's are few and buried deep down beneath the pleasant public relations facade that allows her to keep her job. It's not quite clear if she even realizes it, but she wishes just once someone would take care of HER. It's awfully tiring watching your own back at such a young age. Sometimes she'll fantasize about going to a nobility ball (or party or rave if this is modern instead of medieval). Fashion has always interested her, but she barely has enough money for whatever threadbare secondhand peasants' clothes she can drudge up in the market.

In addition, her favorite color is pink. She rarely gets a chance to have a proper bath/shower, let alone buy any of the frilly pink dresses she sometimes sees the nobility wear into the tavern. Fierce determination or no, Lyrica wishes she could own a house someday rather than living in a one-room apartment at the mercy of an apathetic, neglectful landlord.

History: Lyrica's history is simple. She was born a bastard child to an anemic mother. During childhood, Lyrica helped her peasant mother with a laundering business run out of their tiny three room home. One summer when Lyrica was seven, her mother caught a terrible fever and a neighbor, who was the closest thing the peasant folk of the capital's area had to a free doctor, gave a prognosis that she had one month to live. It turned out she didn't even have that as she died the next day. All the commotion the death evoked had caused little Lyrica to be evicted and sent to the capital's fledgling orphanage.

There at the orphanage, Lyrica spent the next nine years learning menial tasks and enduring a cruel mistress who took the philosophy "spare the rod, don't spoil the child" to heart with a riding crop. On her sixteenth birthday, or what she thought was her birthday, Lyrica ran away to the outskirts of the capital and was fortunate enough to be hired on by a perverted old geezer, such as fortune goes for peasants in a rough economy, as a servant for his restaurant. During her three years here at the Wyvern's Wishes, Lyrica was a jack-of-all-trades; she served customers rarely, instead being asked to wash dishes, scrub floors and walls by hand, polish silver and brass cookware, and other unpleasant tasks all while having to wear a cheaply made, revealing getup that did nothing to hide the small bust that was a constant source of embarrassment for her.

Camp Castaway

@Framing A Moose

Lol your power is an interesting complement to Lin's. This should be fun! :)

BTW, if you want a theme for Lin, this is basically it.

Camp Castaway

Lin's typical full-bodied laugh had more echo to it than usual. Frowning, she made sure Ivy was still about ten meters away before turning around casually. Her entire body froze as her eyes met those of a girl with green spiky hair standing on the path behind her. Whirling around to present a full front to the newcomer, she caught the other's voice. "...could I trouble you with a few questions?"

It was rather weird that they had been found this far from camp. Perhaps this person was a camper sent by the counselor twins? Whatever the case, Lin shrugged, glancing over her shoulder toward Ivy who was currently distracted by yet another caterpillar, this one inching its way slowly along a tree branch. "Just one moment!" Lin told the other girl apologetically, a slight half-smile on her face. She turned on her heel and jogged over to Ivy, pointing out the girl behind them and asked Ivy "This a friend of yours?"

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All Lin got as a reply from Ivy was a shake of her head. The oldest girl's blonde mane of hair blew back as Ivy rushed over to the other girl for an apparently famous Ivy greeting. It was weird watching this process not happen to her. Lin felt a fleeting pang of jealousy. It's not like you're special, Lin. Everyone else probably thinks your power is lame, she chided herself mentally while following Ivy back to the other girl at a more sedate pace.

Lin raised a hand and greeted the third girl with a proper full-blown smile and a wave. "Hey! My name's Lin! You'll have to excuse my new friend's enthusiasm. She's REALLY a people person! Isn't that right, Ivy?" She tried patting the fire girl on the back, in the process attempting to extinguish a few embers that had sprung up in the center of Ivy's shirt. This was certainly not an easy feat considering Ivy's bouncing.

"Anyway," she looked back to the other girl. "You can ask your questions, but I literally just got here about forty-five minutes ago so I don't know how much help I'll be! Ivy and I were SUPPOSED to meet the rest of the campers down at the fire pit, but SOMEONE has been leading me on a merry nature walk for fifteen minutes!" Lin laughed, keeping her tone as jovial as possible.

... -insert witty title here-

As long as I don't have to play an inanimate object, a pirate, or a horse. Because, trust me, I suck at those. x3

@piddlydink

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

RIP the timely heroic return ;-;

Camp Castaway

@Mistiel Is Lin going to keep following Ivy? Because without getting her redirected to where they are suppose to be they are just going to wonder the woods all day.

@KatherinWinter

Even when I know assuming is a bad practice, I assumed that you were going to eventually have Ivy and Lin wander into the rest of the campers. Kyle would then be able to lay into Lin for only being able to FOLLOW Ivy, not make her do what they were supposed to be doing. Plus, I think Lin would just acknowledge that at this point.

I'm no psychologist and neither is Lin. We've both run out of ideas short of physically picking her up and carrying her to the firepit (which would be too late at this point). Additionally, you seem primed to make Ivy go flamey flamey if she's touched/grabbed for too long. Picking her up all the way seems like a forest fire threat? :/

What Are You Listening To?

*sniffle*

What Are You Listening To?

The avatar above is the final boss of your epic quest. What are you fighting for, and how does the battle end?

I fight to rid the world of small evil midgets in purple (and/or dark blue) magician outfits. I throw @Witch Cat , Veigar and Kennen in a pit of eternal hellfire, setting Riven, Yasuo and Darius to guard the pit in case burned carcasses try to somehow escape. As a final touch, I toss the contents of a cup of gasoline over my shoulder and smirk satisfactorily as the flames surge in response.

As I walk away from the pit, laughing mercilessly, a bolt of yellow lightning strikes the flames. This electrifies all within, making them even crispier.