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The Unwanted

Interested. I'll put up a CS later as it is four am right now.

Skyrim with a SAO twist

Interested.

I will be skulking about until the OOC is up.

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Lyrah Maddox

Location: Gymnasium
Interacting with: Students

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The fight had quelled but there was still that edge to the air; like anything could happen in a blink of an eye as the staff began to shuffle the first years out from the auditorium and towards the gym. Lyrah tucked her hands into her deep pockets as she tried her best to blend back into the crowd while avoiding physical contact. Not like the other students really paid any attention attention as several knocked into her as they traveled. She could feel their emotions ping off of her. That constant buzz of electricity that would cling to every living being was now pulsing around her as the group marched. Luckily her jacket acted as a barrier. Keeping her safe from unwelcome touches and the cold.

Thankfully it wasn't long before they arrived. 'Telekinesis' she noted dryly as she watched the guard toss a soccer ball out the window. It was a great power to have. Distant but hands on. Lyrah began to mentally take notes about the woman as she had the students line up. It was show case time and the mood had changed from excitement to nervousness and fear, well almost. A rather pale female had flounced up without any hesitation. Lyrah could feel her confusion mirror around her about her as the girl introduced herself. A toon? Though she wasn't left waiting long before the girl comically blew herself up. She eyed her curiosily as she bpinded happily back into line, that certainly wasn't something she had expected.

Next up was an Asian boy who claimed to have the power of illusion. Albeit, his power seemed quite limited as he looked for a volunteer. It didn't take long beforr a girl asked for what possibly seemed like every stereotypical preteen fantasy but Jin didn't seem to question or hesitate and soon the female looked transfixed on something Lyrah couldn't quite see.

Then there was hesitation that followed, who was next? No one seemed prepared to take the stand, Lyrah included, everyone suddenly too unsure to show off. Fortunately someone else gruffly made her way to the standing circle. Like the boy before her she was of Asian decent and held herself in a simple matter of fact way. She was sharp and to the point. Matter convergence.' It was an another odd power but possibly useful, she noted.

As she filed back into rank amother student took her place. Now this was a sight to behold. The teen wasn't shy to quickly point out the two wiggling looking tentacles that attached were her arms should be. Without waiting for the crowds reaction she began to scale the wall- kinda like spiderman, you know, if he left a slime trail behind him. She popped back down and to the bewildered crowd showed off a set of gills before she shuffled back onto line.

The students muttered among themselves but no one seemed to dare question it.

Then it was food boy. Lyrah couldn't help but giggle a little at the memory as he walked up to the circle with a muddled look on his face. He awkwardly introduced himself before flinging a little blue light at a nearby wall. The students gasped audibly as they watched part of the wall melt away leaving nothing but a well charred hole. Needless to say, Lyrah was impressed. Now that was a power with some serious potential.

Food boy rejoined his classmates as she decided it was her time. Lyrah had never really done a demonstration before and frankly wasn't quite sure on how to best showcase her skill set. Instinctively she hugged her jacket ever closer as she stepped inside the circle and looked back at the curious faces before her.

"My name is Lyrah Maddox, some people call me Lye for short." she paused without bothering to explain exactly how she got that nickname. "I'm from Valparaiso, Indiana and my talent is being able to create a psychic link to other humans." She stopped again to take in the reactions which mainly seemed nonplussed at her announcement.

"To properly explain I'll need a volunteer."

Almost expecting another willful female volunteer, Lyrah was almost pleased to see a male student step up. As he moved to her side she paused to look up at the figure the dwarfed her slight frame and shrugged off her jacket. Without it she could feel the cold begin to seep into her skin and the muffled curious energy spike around her. She continued to speak to the crowd but kept her eyes firmly on the boy before her, "Every living thing has energy. From animals to plants and of course humans. Most of the time energy will just slide off each other as two living things pass one another. Some creatures are even capable of communicating with each other through it; particularly plants." Lyrah explained as she began to circle the boy who was looking less confident and more uneasy under her almost predatory gaze.

"But I am not a plant. I don't deal with creatures that aren't of the human variety and I must make initial physical contact." She stopped before him again before reaching out to touch his bare forearm. There it was; the feeling tingled up her arm and into the nape of her neck. She could feel his emotions press against her. There was confusion, curiosity and just a hint of fear. Lyrah smiled coyly before her eyes darkened. She summoned from the pit of her core her most strongest emotion; rage. To the crowd it would look like nothing as her lips pressed firm into a scowl but she could feel her emotion feed into him. The irritation that flashed and the subtle twitching in his hands.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"

He suddenly cried, limbs shaking in rage as he stomped angerly around the gym. The students took a step back and Lyrah looked over with a small smirk, "But that's not all folks." she chimed sweetly.

Her face softened as she changed the flow. Slowly he began to stagger as his eyes drooped. All the fury that seemed to overwhelm him a moment ago began to seeo away as his body staggered with exhaustion. He lay down on the ground as if to catch his breath before leaning back to pass out. This was always tricky. Not everyone was easy to push into slumber. Luckily for her she was dealing with teens and not trained adults. "Sleep is extremely important to humans. It helps our subconscious deal with stress and process information but it also leaves us extremely open. There's a lot you can learn from someone by stepping into their subconscious, that is- if you don't get lost in the chaos."

Lyrah sat down inside the circle and placed her hands on her legs. Closing her eyes she looked like she was simply just sitting there but there was much more going on. Lyrah slowed her breathing as the crowds energy melted away from her. All that flowed came from the resting boy. It was like stepping into a whirlpool. The warmth and the feeling of bubbles rushing against your skin. It was soothing in a way. While in her minds eye darkness exploded with colors and sounds that didn't belong to her. He was dreaming. A simple thing, hero's fighting against villains in a black and white take on good and evil. Of course he was the star of the scene, as are many with their bloated egos. Lyrah stepped carefully. She sifted through the dream sequence. Pulling out darker villains. Stronger enemies. She pushed for his subconscious to change the scene to something more memorableband she was rewarded quickly for her efforts as his heroic dream self openly weeped for a fallen comrade.

She pressed on the emotion and felt her visual change. Suddenly she wasn't the little dark haired girl who sat on the gym floor but a plucky blonde toddler in a house who's walls had begun to peel with age. Her target was before her but much, much, younger. She let the dream sequence play as soon a small horror unfolded. An attempted robbery that ended in murder.

There was no telling how much time had passed in the real world but as Lyrah began to peel herself out of his subconscious she could hear his weeping echo off the gyms walls. Blinking as she came back to reality she watched nonchalantly as the poor boy sobbed on the floor, wracked by the pain and torment of watching his little sister die over and over. Lyrah stood up without a sound and wrapped herself back in her protective coat. "Dreams are where you are most vulnerable." she muttered. His sorrow battered against her and her body rocked from the fatigue of pushing herself so far so quickly. Stepping over to him and kicked his legs lightly to wake him up.

Sorrow was quickly replaced with confusion and a lingering taste of bitterness as his dream melted to the back of his mind. "What happened?" He inquired.

Lyrah didn't bother to answer as she moved back to her place in line. A sour expression etched into her face. Unfortunately she'd be tied to him for the rest of the day. Feeling his bewilderment. His lingering anger and loss. It was irritating.

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Lyrah Maddox

Location: Powerbound Academy- Auditorium
Interacting with: Alexis Hunter- Quami J. Prince _{(@ashevelendar, @LokiLeo789)}

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Of course the amusing question about food wasn't the final act of the day. Once the sudents laughter had subsided more questions started cropping up, all asked without being called upon. By this point she was bouncing on the balls of her feet with irritation. She just wanted them to shut up and move on. They'd adjust or find out eventually. Surely there would be a pamphlet, there was always some sort of pamphlet, that'd go back over everything the headmaster had just covered.

Then there it was, a voice that rang out sharply above the chatter. Causing Lyrah to choke down a chuckle as a mouthy young woman spoke up. It was nice to see that spmeone else was feeling particularly anxious to get past this but her flagrant disrespect caused a ripple in the energy as students whipped their heads back to stare slack jawed at the youth. While a spark of delight flushed across her skin Lyrah heard a male's voice speak up over the murmur of the crowd.

"Well shit, can you be anymore of a bitch?"

Oh, yes. She could feel the stupid grin pull across her face. The quick temper of humanity was always right there beneath the surface. All it ever needed was just a subtle spark , which by judging the aggressive way the youth held herself as she faced the dark skinned teen Lyrah could tell this girl was all about sparks.

"Now,now. I never called you a bitch, kiddo. I never called your mother one either, even if she was but...I'll give you...let's say. 5 seconds to apologize for those words before...those idiots there--" she pointed with a hand to the security guards "--will have to save your ass. I ain't in a good mood today but you're lucky. Too many, so called heroes, here to outright kill you, so I give you a choice. Apologize or I'll forget where we are. You've got 3 more seconds now. "

Once the mini tirade ceased to pour from her lips, Lyrah's own interest had begun to wane. Was that is? All this seemingly spit-fired woman had to offer? 'Apologize or die'? She couldn't quite hide the disappointment that graced her features. She wanted a show down between supers. She wanted to see what these special children could do but instead the girl was nothing more than a bag of hot wind, trying to declare herself as some supreme on the first day and ultimately holding them up.

Her eyes flickered over to the boy. It was clear he was taking in the threat with a calm and clear head though Lyrah could spot a bit of amusement etched into the fine lines of his face. Not a moment later did he clear the air with a pointed joke before turning and starting into the woman with a collected coolness. As each word slipped past his lips there was a heat that had begun to build, his dialect was edged with tones as sharp as razors and Lyrah could feel the tension grow thick. He was challenging the girl. Goading her. But behind her she could feel the staff begin to rouse. There would be no show down as the administrators would quickly nip the two quarrelsome teens drama in the bud but there was a promise for later and later was all Lyrah needed.

"Oh, shut up."

She spoke up suddenly, taking a few steps towards the pair leveling them both with a steely gaze before turning to focus on the girl.

"Heads up, princess, all you're managing to do is hold up this whole-" her hands gestured widely around her before returning to their folded state, " irksome ordeal. So, as the gentleman so elegantly stated, no one gives two flying fucks about your feelings or that watery attempt at a threat. So how about you button that sweet mouth and take a seat." There was ice in her words and a smile on her lips. Lyrah rarely spoke up but she didn't want this anger to quell; she wanted it to simmer.

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Lyrah Maddox

Location: Powerbound Academy- Auditorium
Interacting with: No one.

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There was a chill to the air, autumn had yet to befall the area but Lyrah could smell the damp promise on the winds, as her boots thudded heavily towards the auditorium. A shiver traced down her spine as she hugged her jacket closer. They were assembling all the new students into the massive building, no doubt to lay down the rules and greet the youth with genuine pleasantries. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. She had no care for introductions. Be good. Don't get caught. Don't tease the other students. Blah, blah, blah. It was always the same. If she could she'd skip all the fluffy hype and go straight into the training but it seemed they were adamant about the first years attending the soppy ritual. Plus, it'd give her a chance to scope out her classmates.

Lyrah's old academy was high up on the list for producing well rounded, disciplined, and functional members of society. To which she lasted a whole- what? Six months? A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She had fun there. Girls were easily messed with, especially hormonal teenagers, and soon fights had broken out. Friendships crumbled and some even taboo relationships had been started. But Lyrah failed to see the down side in any of her meddling. All she did was open the doors to the truths hidden deep within eachk orher. Their naked truths; jealousy, lust, wrath, and love. The headmistress should've thanked her for making the students more honest but instead she was subjected to criticism.

It was clear. The only place she'd ever be appreciated would be among those who understood her gifts. Her blessing.

The faint smile had widened into an almost mad grin as she stepped into the throng of bodies. Hugging her jacket closer Lyrah slipped her way through the crowd until she found a decent spot to stand off to the right. She was careful not to touch people with her bare skin. There was too many people. Too much anxiety and chatter already in the air. There was no desire to feel their emotions seep into her.

It wasn't long before the curtains swept back and revealed an older gentleman, his hair as strange and scraggly as his dialect. Lyrah smiled politely as a handful of students broke into a fit of giggles. She listened intently while scanning the crowd. Most were enraptured with his speech, or maybe they were just trying to place his accent, while others seemed to be drifting off. A student nearby had started to off doze himself. She watched as his head began to bob and wondered what secrets lied behind those heavy lids when a familiar buzz grazed past her cheeks. It left a soft pulsing sensation against her flesh as she watched with interest as the traces of sleep vanished from the boys face. Lethargy was now replaced with the boy bouncing on the heels of his feet with anticipation. Lyrah's attention was at a new high as she picked people from the crowd. Watching their bodies go from limp to almost twitching with energy. Sure enough; someone was pushing energy into the students though she failed to catch which staff member was to blame.

The headmaster had already moved onto a set of rules by this point, meaning she had missed the addressing of the staff but Lyrah was sure she'd meet them all eventually. Udina was adamant that no powers were be used outside of the designated areas and with that her lips pessed firmly shut. Part of her power was uncontrollable. That was one reasons she had agreed to even come here. She lacked control on who she tethered with when unwanted contact was made. Not to mention the wash of strong emotions that would slip back into her. No. That kind of weakness she couldn't and wouldn't tolerate. Plus, her dream walking could only be done when someone was at rest. There would be no two ways about it, her powers would be used outside of the designated zones. They'd just have to deal with it.

Leaning back against a support beam she awaited the end of the standard speech. Udina had asked for questions and a few hands had already popped up but before he could call on someone a voice blurted out. "So, when do we get some food?" This caused a few chortles from the student body as Lyrah's head whipped around the spot the speaker. Amusement rolled across her features as she gauged his inquiry as genuine. Yes, she was going to enjoy her time here. Despite the humdrum rules and stipulations, she'd find the honesty that hid behind the masks of her fellow companions and bask in the frantic energy those secrets came with.

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Lyrah Maddox

Lyrah Maddox

"I am sure that if the devil existed, he would want us to feel very sorry for him."
-Martha Stout

The only

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| Full Name |
Lyrah Madaline Maddox

| Nickname |
'Lye'

| Alias |
Wraith

| Age |
Eighteen

| Species |
Human

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| Alignment |
Chaotic neutral

| In-Depth Appearance |
Lyrah is very much a wisp of a girl, even at eighteen. Her bird like fragility is only accentuated by her slim, almost boyish, frame with only a slight give to her chest. Even at full attention the girl barely reaches five feet though more often than not you can see her slouched or bent over something giving her a much smaller appearance. Her pallid flesh is often clear with a few smattering of freckles across her cheeks. While her face is soft and feminine in contrast to the rest of her build. Lyrah's eyes are of a deep forest green, splattered with different shades of gold. High cheek bones and a slightly wide jaw grace the girl with an almost heart shaped face. Framed by a mess of thick dark auburn locks that tumble just past her shoulders.

Her left ear sports a silver industrial bar posted neatly at the top. While both ears are modestly adorned with a set of silver hoops and a set of silver studs. Both ears are usually hidden by the mop of hair she keeps loosely down, you can find her at times picking apart tangles that tend to get caught in her industrial bar.

Given her low body mass, Lyrah is often cold due to the lack of fat to keep her warm. In an attempt to stave off the icy air she often dones thick sweaters over plain dark jeans. As well as some type of boots upon her feet. The way most sweaters drape off her give off an almost slacker/hipster appearance and the colors are almost always neutral or dark tones. On occasion Lyrah might shrug off her homely attire for a more classic, albeit layered, style which consists of some type of leggings under almost knee high skirts. With a simple graphic tee and of course a jacket to tie it together. Overall it tends to be seen as 'grungy' or 'punkish' but it's warm and that's all that really matters to her.

| Abilities |
Psychic link
Links are created through the bonding of energy between two life forces. Often enough energy passes each other, sliding off as the points distance themselves. Lyrah, through physical touch, can form a bond which creates a channel between herself and another body. Effectively being able to feel and influence the other through intense emotions. Using this bond she can enter a meditative state and actually enter the dream state of a person at rest. From there she can easily manipulate the dream sequence to either draw out information or just torment her target. Often leaving nightmares in her wake.

| Limitations |
Lyrah can only be linked to one person at a time and for no longer than a few days before the connection weakens and fades. Entering through a dream requires her to go into a deep meditation which will leave her body open to physical harm. She also has to be able to navigate through the chaos that is the human subconscious. On a more heavier note this link works both ways. If she happens to link to someone with decent enough control they can easily slip into her subconscious or even influence her emotions with theirs.

| Equipment |
Three things can be found on Lyrah at all times; a phone, headphones and a small blade. Her phone is almost always connected to her headphones as she constantly is listening to music. The blade, while she's never had to use it outside of opening things, stays in her pocket for emergencies.

| Personality |
Lyrah is not a social creature by nature. Her natural distance from society has no bearing on being shy but more of a less than subtle dislike of others. She can be considered crass and often cruel. Her tongue is sharp and she sees no wrong in letting her opinions be known. That being said she doesn't bear the mark of someone who suffers in her solitude. In fact she seems to be quite content with her own bubble of space and more often annoyed when thrust among other people. Though with the change in circumstances Lyrah has found some solace or perhaps just simple entertainment in finding people's limits by pressing various buttons. She enjoys seeing how people change in body language, voice and even notes facal ticks when prompted with a surge of emotion.

That being said she doesn't quite fully grasp social conversation and graces. When she gives effort she can carry on a simple conversation with ease but either grows disinterested easily or begins to sounds slightly askew. Most people have a hard time figuring out how to react to her and in response Lyrah gives almost zero workable interface.

| Place Of Origin |
Valparaiso, Indiana.

| Family |
Mother
Lisa Bach

*Half sister- Kristina Bach

Father
Nathaniel Maddox

*Half sister- Hollie Maddox (missing)
*Half brother- Sebastian Maddox
*Half brother- Silas Maddox

| History |

Birth is such an odd thing. Ones birth isn't a common topic or thought but Lryah's often came to mind in the darkest of nights. She knew her birth had been that of an interesting thing and while she was there she knew nothing of the event other than what her mother had told her. The tiny doll-like baby born to an upper class woman; Lisa Bach. Blessed with the complexion of pure snow and sparse wisps of dark curls. Her mother would often refer to her as her little beauty. While the attention would greatly appeal to Lyrah in her youth it held little thrill for her as she grew and soon she began to feel a yearning for something more.

A need to leave a ripple in the very earth beneath her. Now maybe it was her odd mannerisms that drummed up the tides of gossip or perhaps it was just threads of jealously. It was only after several voices had whispered into her mother's ears and after several attempts to scorn her for her more distasteful interests did she learn to watch the world with careful eyes. She learned to pick up other people's body language. The way they stress vowels under staggering emotions and with practice; she began to mimic their behavior. Well, as well as she cared too which often was just long enough to find a crucial piece of information about themselves. Most of the time she'd sit on this information. Biding her time to unleash it in a clever game of political and social chess.

It took years for her hometown to find out who was leaving tiny bombs of their biggest fears and shames about. By then Lyrah had already grown bored with pitting her neighbors and family against each other. She had moved onto more interesting experiments. Unfortunately for her these often left a bloody trail back to her. In an attempt to quell Lyrah's budding personality her mother had actually decided to ship her youngest to a girls school. It's military-like structure did nothing to chip into the thick layer of indifference but only gave her new subjects to poke and prode as she pleased.

It wasn't too long before the academy was in the process of kicking her out and banning her from the premises when her mother received an invite for her daughter. It would seem her blatant and careless use of her ever growing ability had gained some attention. Lisa had often prayed her daughter wouldn't show any metahuman talents, she just wanted a normal life for her children. She had feverishly wished that Lyrah was just a spirited youth but all hopes were dashed on the rocks. It was shortly after the teen had been returned to get homestead that her mother sought out the girl's biological father with the news. Much to no one's surpris Nathaniel wanted nothing to do with either of them and it took some time to hound down his family members for Lisa learn of the man's eldest daughter had dissappeared a few years before then.

Lyrah in the meantime was being prepped to start her new life. She kept being told that she'd be able to grow her 'talents' and use them to help and shape the world. The only thing that appealed to her was learning to do more. The infinite possibilities that promise held tasted sweet on her tongue. Metahumans were interesting and she personally had never met one nor fathomed herself to be such a creature. Surely an interesting game was being set up before her.

| Extra |
Lyrah has an ear for pitch. After listening to a melody a few times in a row she can almost play the tune back note for note on a piano.

_{Face Claim: Roxana}

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Lyrah Maddox

Lyrah Maddox

"I am sure that if the devil existed, he would want us to feel very sorry for him."
-Martha Stout

The only

---

| Full Name |
Lyrah Madaline Maddox

| Nickname |
'Lye'

| Alias |
Wraith

| Age |
Eighteen

| Species |
Human

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| Alignment |
Chaotic neutral

| In-Depth Appearance |
Lyrah is very much a wisp of a girl, even at eighteen. Her bird like fragility is only accentuated by her slim, almost boyish, frame with only a slight give to her chest. Even at full attention the girl barely reaches five feet though more often than not you can see her slouched or bent over something giving her a much smaller appearance. Her pallid flesh is often clear with a few smattering of freckles across her cheeks. While her face is soft and feminine in contrast to the rest of her build. Lyrah's eyes are of a deep forest green, splattered with different shades of gold. High cheek bones and a slightly wide jaw grace the girl with an almost heart shaped face. Framed by a mess of thick dark auburn locks that tumble just past her shoulders.

Her left ear sports a silver industrial bar posted neatly at the top. While both ears are modestly adorned with a set of silver hoops and a set of silver studs. Both ears are usually hidden by the mop of hair she keeps loosely down, you can find her at times picking apart tangles that tend to get caught in her industrial bar.

Given her low body mass, Lyrah is often cold due to the lack of fat to keep her warm. In an attempt to stave off the icy air she often dones thick sweaters over plain dark jeans. As well as some type of boots upon her feet. The way most sweaters drape off her give off an almost slacker/hipster appearance and the colors are almost always neutral or dark tones. On occasion Lyrah might shrug off her homely attire for a more classic, albeit layered, style which consists of some type of leggings under almost knee high skirts. With a simple graphic tee and of course a jacket to tie it together. Overall it tends to be seen as 'grungy' or 'punkish' but it's warm and that's all that really matters to her.

| Abilities |
Psychic link
Links are created through the bonding of energy between two life forces. Often enough energy passes each other, sliding off as the points distance themselves. Lyrah, through physical touch, can form a bond which creates a channel between herself and another body. Effectively being able to feel and influence the other through intense emotions. Using this bond she can enter a meditative state and actually enter the dream state of a person at rest. From there she can easily manipulate the dream sequence to either draw out information or just torment her target. Often leaving nightmares in her wake.

| Limitations |
Lyrah can only be linked to one person at a time and for no longer than a few days before the connection weakens and fades. Entering through a dream requires her to go into a deep meditation which will leave her body open to physical harm. She also has to be able to navigate through the chaos that is the human subconscious. On a more heavier note this link works both ways. If she happens to link to someone with decent enough control they can easily slip into her subconscious or even influence her emotions with theirs.

| Equipment |
Three things can be found on Lyrah at all times; a phone, headphones and a small blade. Her phone is almost always connected to her headphones as she constantly is listening to music. The blade, while she's never had to use it outside of opening things, stays in her pocket for emergencies.

| Personality |
Lyrah is not a social creature by nature. Her natural distance from society has no bearing on being shy but more of a less than subtle dislike of others. She can be considered crass and often cruel. Her tongue is sharp and she sees no wrong in letting her opinions be known. That being said she doesn't bear the mark of someone who suffers in her solitude. In fact she seems to be quite content with her own bubble of space and more often annoyed when thrust among other people. Though with the change in circumstances Lyrah has found some solace or perhaps just simple entertainment in finding people's limits by pressing various buttons. She enjoys seeing how people change in body language, voice and even notes facal ticks when prompted with a surge of emotion.

That being said she doesn't quite fully grasp social conversation and graces. When she gives effort she can carry on a simple conversation with ease but either grows disinterested easily or begins to sounds slightly askew. Most people have a hard time figuring out how to react to her and in response Lyrah gives almost zero workable interface.

| Place Of Origin |
Valparaiso, Indiana.

| Family |
Mother
Lisa Bach

*Half sister- Kristina Bach

Father
Nathaniel Maddox

*Half sister- Hollie Maddox (missing)
*Half brother- Sebastian Maddox
*Half brother- Silas Maddox

| History |

Birth is such an odd thing. Ones birth isn't a common topic or thought but Lryah's often came to mind in the darkest of nights. She knew her birth had been that of an interesting thing and while she was there she knew nothing of the event other than what her mother had told her. The tiny doll-like baby born to an upper class woman; Lisa Bach. Blessed with the complexion of pure snow and sparse wisps of dark curls. Her mother would often refer to her as her little beauty. While the attention would greatly appeal to Lyrah in her youth it held little thrill for her as she grew and soon she began to feel a yearning for something more.

A need to leave a ripple in the very earth beneath her. Now maybe it was her odd mannerisms that drummed up the tides of gossip or perhaps it was just threads of jealously. It was only after several voices had whispered into her mother's ears and after several attempts to scorn her for her more distasteful interests did she learn to watch the world with careful eyes. She learned to pick up other people's body language. The way they stress vowels under staggering emotions and with practice; she began to mimic their behavior. Well, as well as she cared too which often was just long enough to find a crucial piece of information about themselves. Most of the time she'd sit on this information. Biding her time to unleash it in a clever game of political and social chess.

It took years for her hometown to find out who was leaving tiny bombs of their biggest fears and shames about. By then Lyrah had already grown bored with pitting her neighbors and family against each other. She had moved onto more interesting experiments. Unfortunately for her these often left a bloody trail back to her. In an attempt to quell Lyrah's budding personality her mother had actually decided to ship her youngest to a girls school. It's military-like structure did nothing to chip into the thick layer of indifference but only gave her new subjects to poke and prode as she pleased.

It wasn't too long before the academy was in the process of kicking her out and banning her from the premises when her mother received an invite for her daughter. It would seem her blatant and careless use of her ever growing ability had gained some attention. Lisa had often prayed her daughter wouldn't show any metahuman talents, she just wanted a normal life for her children. She had feverishly wished that Lyrah was just a spirited youth but all hopes were dashed on the rocks. It was shortly after the teen had been returned to get homestead that her mother sought out the girl's biological father with the news. Much to no one's surpris Nathaniel wanted nothing to do with either of them and it took some time to hound down his family members for Lisa learn of the man's eldest daughter had dissappeared a few years before then.

Lyrah in the meantime was being prepped to start her new life. She kept being told that she'd be able to grow her 'talents' and use them to help and shape the world. The only thing that appealed to her was learning to do more. The infinite possibilities that promise held tasted sweet on her tongue. Metahumans were interesting and she personally had never met one nor fathomed herself to be such a creature. Surely an interesting game was being set up before her.

| Extra |
Lyrah has an ear for pitch. After listening to a melody a few times in a row she can almost play the tune back note for note on a piano.

_{Face Claim: Roxana}

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@AbandonedIntel I'm there as well

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Interested as well.

H.I.V.E. Academy (DC school of villainy)

CS is up. Let me know what I need to fix or expound upon. @knighthawk