NarcissisticPotato

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Theme/Potato's shit taste in music

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Morning came early for Lyra. Old habits die hard and hers was waking before the dawn. Back on the farm, there was more than enough things to be done before the rest of the world rose and out in the field was no different.

Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she took a slow drag of her canteen before pushing herself up. She didn't bother dressing, she had one destination in mind after all.

She was a strange sight wandering through the camp half naked but she knew the only one who would bother to be up this early would be Jain and, as far as she knew, she didn't have to worry about her staring. Finally she got to the falls and didn't waste time diving in. The water was a tolerable freezing, the sort of cold that drips into your bones and cleans your worries. She liked it down there, the only pressure on her was the ever rising kick of life; the inescapable need to breathe.

After a while she surfaced and floated, letting her body drift back until she breezed along the surface. The night still betrayed its secrets and Jupiter hung low, the piercing light of the sun threatening to hide it once and for all. She would have floated there a lot longer if she didn't have work to do.

When she returned, there was a bit more life about the camp. She had dressed and tied her hair up into a high ponytail and after stopping for some breakfast, found herself making the rounds of the perimeter. Amy never realised but Lyra would check her traps every morning to make sure her superior wasn't putting them at risk with some of her shitty mechanisms.

Once that was done she checked on her horse and judged it a good time to go back for the Commander's address. If she was dreadfully honest, she had no idea why the council sent an engineer who specialised in engines and generators along with a trooper detachment but she wasn't one to argue getting to escape into the world. Sitting back waiting to give the patrols extra sticks wasn't appealing but at least she had time to read. She did need something from the troopers though.

Meandering after Hector and April, she rounded on their tent just as they disappeared after it. She guessed you couldn't knock and she wasn't particularly in the mood to see what happened in their tent so Lyra awkwardly shifted onto one foot and waited. When they made to leave they stopped to kiss.

"Cute." A little dry and sarcastic but then again, Lyra was dry and sarcastic. "I need spark plugs. Like seriously need them. Like an, ignore the things Jain wants and get them, need them." Fishing into a utility belt she produced a small spark plug to show them. "Old cars, gas lawnmowers, anything with a gas tank will have one of these babies. Get me as much as your troopers can find and I'll owe ya."

Giving them a small smile she turned and wandered off. There was work to look like she was doing.

@RumikoOhara@Joker892@Wick

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@DeadDrop
Merci beaucouperino!

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Noicceee

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Techie bitch squad rolling in!

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I'm a friendly Ghost

@RumikoOhara

Uhhuhhhhh...

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@RumikoOhara
You're telling me! You're giving me the major spooks!

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Lyra Scott

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Name:
Lyra Scott

Age:
19

Description:
Standing at five foot five inches, Lyra is on the smaller end of the spectrum. Her build doesn't particularly denote any strength or fitness. The few months she spent in farming has given her some strength and a much appreciated tan but you'd be a fool for thinking she could match some of the other scouts. Apart from that, she's pretty in an unconventional way; she either looks bored or like she's floating away on some casual thought but there's an unmistakable life in her eyes. Dirty blond hair swept over her shoulders and piercing blue eyes finish her look, adding a beauty of sorts.

History:
Lyra Alexandra Moore was born to a single mother working in Portland. She would like to tell you that she knew her mother but her only memories are a voice and an overwhelming feeling of being loved. Her mother died of a rare heart condition a year later and Lyra was placed in the care of her grandfather, a retired physicist who lived on a farmhouse upstate. She was only four when the world went to shit.

Growing up with her grandfather wasn't that bad. The farmhouse was isolated enough that they were rarely bothered and they had nearly everything they needed there - food, water and a generator that powered the necessities. It wasn't ideal for a little girl but she had his mind and she was eager to learn. Her days would be filled with helping on the farm or discovering every corner of his land. He was always watching with a loaded rifle close at hand. Walkers never really bothered them, nor did bandits but they had a few occassions. He kept more than enough weapons and ammo to keep them safe.

When she was a bit older, the learning begun. She was taught the basics of reading and writing but every moment was an education. In the mornings she would do her chores and help with the farm and in the evenings she would be taught the constellations and the myths they descended from. Her grandfather's bookcase was endless and she read most of them until she could read no more. She was wickedly curious, dangerously sharp and he often joked that ninety percent of their conversations descended from "why?". He loved her and she loved him.

As she grew, their topics became more and more expansive. Newton and self defence, car engines and survival; she took it all in and stored it somewhere in the back of her head. They somehow kept hidden from the Pirates but as she grew into a stronger and smarter person, her grandfather deteriorated. She slowly took over most of the tasks of the house as he became prone to spending days in bed.

Lyra wasn't a fool and could see reality for what it was but he knew what was happening too. It was during these years that Lyra came into contact with a scout from Lasthope. She traded ammo and weapons for painkillers and medicine. She'd trade anything for a way to ease his pain.

As he grew weaker he would tell her more and more about her mother. It was those few weeks that she came to understand the sacrifice he made for her and the sacrifice she had to make for him.

She stayed until the end and when his time came and went, she buried him out under the old hazel tree. She was now alone in this world. For a while she tried to normalise it - she grew her crops, noted the positions of the stars and attempted to pretend she was ok by herself.

Reality, however, likes to come a knocking in the form of a Portland Pirates scouting party. She'd like to say she fought them off, killed every one of them but she didn't. She lost.

After that, she had no desire to stay. The house only held pain for her, the walls illuminating her scars. She took what they didn't take, her grandfather's telescope and a collection of books and made for the only safe haven she knew of. She somehow found her way to Lasthope and established herself through the scout she traded with. Her first job was farming. Then they realised there was a few brain cells going to waste there so they gave her a job in engineering. She was even offered a chance to become an apprentice teacher but she despised children so she stuck with engineering.

Trooper skills were second nature to her and she still had to prove her loyalty so she was selected as one of the engineers to tag along.

Skills:
Engineering - Although not her major discipline she knows a decent amount about engines and mechanics. Her theoretical knowledge helps with everything else.
Navigation - Lyra knows the stars like the back of her hand. She was named for a constellation, after all. Make sure it's dark and she'll get you where you need to go.
Logical - Being surrounded by knuckle heads has its uses sometimes (apart from eye candy) but they're not famed for their quick thinking or general intelligence. Lyra may not be particularly strong but she's smart and sometimes that's just as dangerous.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

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Techies4life but she ain't no pirate D:<

@RumikoOhara

Thanks Rumy!

Edit: I'll probably just wait for the timeskip to the next day then hop in with her!

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

One weird day later:

Lyra Scott

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Name:
Lyra Scott

Age:
19

Description:
Standing at five foot five inches, Lyra is on the smaller end of the spectrum. Her build doesn't particularly denote any strength or fitness. The few months she spent in farming has given her some strength and a much appreciated tan but you'd be a fool for thinking she could match some of the other scouts. Apart from that, she's pretty in an unconventional way; she either looks bored or like she's floating away on some casual thought but there's an unmistakable life in her eyes. Dirty blond hair swept over her shoulders and piercing blue eyes finish her look, adding a beauty of sorts.

History:
Lyra Alexandra Moore was born to a single mother working in Portland. She would like to tell you that she knew her mother but her only memories are a voice and an overwhelming feeling of being loved. Her mother died of a rare heart condition a year later and Lyra was placed in the care of her grandfather, a retired physicist who lived on a farmhouse upstate. She was only four when the world went to shit.

Growing up with her grandfather wasn't that bad. The farmhouse was isolated enough that they were rarely bothered and they had nearly everything they needed there - food, water and a generator that powered the necessities. It wasn't ideal for a little girl but she had his mind and she was eager to learn. Her days would be filled with helping on the farm or discovering every corner of his land. He was always watching with a loaded rifle close at hand. Walkers never really bothered them, nor did bandits but they had a few occassions. He kept more than enough weapons and ammo to keep them safe.

When she was a bit older, the learning begun. She was taught the basics of reading and writing but every moment was an education. In the mornings she would do her chores and help with the farm and in the evenings she would be taught the constellations and the myths they descended from. Her grandfather's bookcase was endless and she read most of them until she could read no more. She was wickedly curious, dangerously sharp and he often joked that ninety percent of their conversations descended from "why?". He loved her and she loved him.

As she grew, their topics became more and more expansive. Newton and self defence, car engines and survival; she took it all in and stored it somewhere in the back of her head. They somehow kept hidden from the Pirates but as she grew into a stronger and smarter person, her grandfather deteriorated. She slowly took over most of the tasks of the house as he became prone to spending days in bed.

Lyra wasn't a fool and could see reality for what it was but he knew what was happening too. It was during these years that Lyra came into contact with a scout from Lasthope. She traded ammo and weapons for painkillers and medicine. She'd trade anything for a way to ease his pain.

As he grew weaker he would tell her more and more about her mother. It was those few weeks that she came to understand the sacrifice he made for her and the sacrifice she had to make for him.

She stayed until the end and when his time came and went, she buried him out under the old hazel tree. She was now alone in this world. For a while she tried to normalise it - she grew her crops, noted the positions of the stars and attempted to pretend she was ok by herself.

Reality, however, likes to come a knocking in the form of a Portland Pirates scouting party. She'd like to say she fought them off, killed every one of them but she didn't. She lost.

After that, she had no desire to stay. The house only held pain for her, the walls illuminating her scars. She took what they didn't take, her grandfather's telescope and a collection of books and made for the only safe haven she knew of. She somehow found her way to Lasthope and established herself through the scout she traded with. Her first job was farming. Then they realised there was a few brain cells going to waste there so they gave her a job in engineering. She was even offered a chance to become an apprentice teacher but she despised children so she stuck with engineering.

Trooper skills were second nature to her and she still had to prove her loyalty so she was selected as one of the engineers to tag along.

Skills:
Engineering - Although not her major discipline she knows a decent amount about engines and mechanics. Her theoretical knowledge helps with everything else.
Navigation - Lyra knows the stars like the back of her hand. She was named for a constellation, after all. Make sure it's dark and she'll get you where you need to go.
Logical - Being surrounded by knuckle heads has its uses sometimes (apart from eye candy) but they're not famed for their quick thinking or general intelligence. Lyra may not be particularly strong but she's smart and sometimes that's just as dangerous.

Ta-dah - sorry if the history part is a bit long I just sorta splurge sometimes.

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To Paraphrase Scotty in the TNG episode Relics "Unless you are willing to pay the Price"

@RumikoOhara

*Don't drink desperados and guinness and cider and whiskey and vodka. Too much vodka.

@NarcissisticPotato

So when you gonna quit Haunting and Materialize?

@RumikoOhara

I got my character image and I'm not doing anything today so once I gather the will to live again I'll get it sorted!

I have her personality in my head but I don't know what part of the community she'll fit into. Then again that could be a good idea, making someone who's still finding their feet.