FROST, LYRA ODETTE

[lyra]

* lyra o. frost ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Lyra Odette Frost

NICKNAMES Frosty

DATE OF BIRTH January 28, 1998

AGE Fourteen

GRADE/YEAR Ninth

ELEMENT Wind

SEXUALITY Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Ariel Winter

EYE COLOUR Dark brown

HAIR COLOUR Dark brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'1'' & 110 lbs.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Pierced ears (one piercing per lobe)

CLOTHING STYLE Assuming she has a choice, her favorite style would be a black leather jacket, graphic tee, and skinny jeans. As far as shoes and socks go, expect a quirky design, accompanied by skater shoes. For accessories, she's never without either her glasses or her contacts and she's usually wearing a pair of earrings, but it depends on her mood.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Determined
  
• Hard-working
  
• Studious
  
• Intelligent
  
• Loyal
  
• Family-oriented
  
• Adventurous
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Unfocused
  
• Uncertain
  
• Unsociable
  
• Distant
  
• Impulsive
  
• Uncontrollable
  
• Unpredictable
  

LIKES

• Reading
  
• Learning
  
• Going for walks
  
• Cool, gentle breezes
  
• Hot baths
  

DISLIKES

• Conflict
  
• Loud noises
  
• Bullies
  
• Being away from her family
  
• Judgmental people
  

STRENGTHS

• Able to handle most situations
  
• Defending people she cares about
  
• Respecting authority
  

WEAKNESSES

• Poor eyesight
  
• Easily distracted
  
• Procrastinates
  

FEARS

• Losing her father
  
• Not being able to control her powers
  
• Being betrayed/hurt
  

BEST MEMORY Her best memory was when her father surprised her on the weekend with a teddy bear and one of her favorite books.

WORST MEMORY Her worst memory was when she found out about the tragedy of her mother's death.

LONG-TERM GOAL The only thing she really wants from life is to learn how to control her powers.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Annmarie Jacquelyn Frost (deceased)

FATHER Richard Aleksandr Frost (36), Lawyer.

SIBLINGS Belladonna Marie Frost (18), Student.
Zachary Lucian Frost (16), Student.
Levi Jackson Frost (14), Student.

OTHER ---

HISTORY Born from a man's want to be mortal were four children. The youngest of the brood was Lyra. Her twin, Levi, was older than her by about five minutes. For about a decade, everything was happy in their home. On occasion, like most siblings do, they quarreled over trivial things. When her older sister had to attend the academy, Lyra noticed that her father appeared...well, concerned. Not long after, Zachary followed in Belladonna's footsteps.

With only two children left in the home, Richard and Annmarie started pushing family time while waiting for that moment when Levi and Lyra would be called away to the academy. Lyra craved those moments that she got to spend with her family, more so her father. It wasn't that she disliked her mother but rather, her father worked all day and her mother stayed at home all day, homeschooling her brood. After all, by nature, Lyra was daddy's little girl. Approximately two years passed before Levi and Lyra were called away to the academy. Although both parents had hesitated, they allowed their children to fly from the proverbial nest. At first, things were hard but the more she became accustomed to the goings on, the more things became somewhat easier for her.

Shortly after she left for her first year at the academy, her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Unfortunately, they diagnosed it too late. They tried to fight it but before much progress was made, it metastasized to her major organs, quickly taking over the frail woman. Not even a month had passed before they buried her. Not long after, she and her siblings were informed of the tragedy. She's been fighting overwhelming depression since she found out. Now, in May, things are finally starting to get better for her, although she's still got a persistent aching in her heart.

She communicated back and forth with her father, grateful that he had the time to write her letters. Whenever she could, she found herself glued to one of her sibling's hips. She especially relied on her older brother, Zachary. She oftentimes saw Zachary as more a father figure than an older brother. He had his moments but for the most part, he looked out for Lyra. She didn't socialize much and on the rare occasion that she did, her speech patterns were awkward. When things went awry, she was able to handle things on her own but on the chance she couldn't, she was quick to duck behind one of her siblings.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Vee

YOUR AGE 18 [May 22, 1994]

RP EXPERIENCE 5+ years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Debated on joining about a year ago

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

She frowned. Erik was doubting her and apparently, her sincerity as well. She didn't know how to respond, other than pursing her lips and allowing silence to ensue. "Really, Erik? After all, we've been through, you think I fell for that new face of yours?" When she finished speaking, a heavy sigh left her lips. How in the world would she be able to explain it without upsetting him or only confusing him further?

She shifted awkwardly. "I have a new face for every day of the week, Erik, and I'm one hundred and thirty-seven years old. Humans would call me a cougar if they knew my true age and how I was expressing myself to you. If my words cannot convince you, perhaps a memory can." She sifted through her vast collection of various memories, struggling to pick just the right one for the occarion. Of course, at her age, certain things had blurred together and a good portion of her memories had been blocked out. The only thing she got from those blocked memories was anger, which fueled her.

She thought she found the right one, at last. "Shortly after we had taken Senator Kelly, you and I were standing in front of him. I was standing to your right with my left arm draped around your neck. Your hand held mine, and we smiled at each other then parted. I moved to stand beside Sabertooth, and you went to your machine." She hesitated and let her teeth sink into her lower lip. She was far from used to this.

Now that she had opened her big mouth, however, it was too late to go back. Surprisingly, she didn't want to take it back. "If my memory is correct, you were a wrinkled man back then." Her tone was teasing with an underlying hint of seriousness. It was when they stood face-to-face and his fingers ran through her hair that she began to relax. Her hand took his and brought it to her cheek and from there, she just rested her cheek against his palm, allowing her eyes to close. She found her head bobbing slightly to his words, silently acknowledging that he had, in fact, spoken.

She didn't know what it was about Erik that drove her nuts, and she wanted to find out. In one hundred and thirty-seven years, she had only come close to this level of emotion with one other person, and she had been killed on the street by a mugger while Myst had been away on a mission. With Erik, not only did she feel as if a wall of emotions was crashing down on her but physically, she felt like she could take on the world, no matter what. Certainly, at her age, she had been with other people but this far, Erik was the only one that had made her feel...alive.. At the mention of drinks, she perked up. "I can get it." She said automatically, going to his minibar.

At her age, the only perk was that her head was filled with immeasurable knowledge. She put ice in both of the glasses then mixed a Black Russian for him and a Godfather for herself. Even though she never ate much, she could knock back alcohol with the best of them. Hell, she could probably outclass anybody in a drinking game and when asked how or where she had learned to do such a thing, she always replied with the same answer: years of experience. She wasn't exaggerating when she said such things. She had learned early on that if you want to be great at something, you have to never stop practicing. Maybe that's why she had such a great poker face.

It might even explain her high pain tolerance then again, maybe she was just too stubborn to call it quits. Her life followed the words of a few mottoes, one of her favorites being: no pain, no gain. She blinked, snapping out of whatever daze she had put herself in. Picking up both of the glasses, she brought his to him and blinked, tilting her head. "Try it." She insisted softly, her yellow eyes full of curiosity and impatience. To some, she may have even looked like a kid in a candy store.

About the only person that saw this softer side of her was Erk. Around him, she didn't always feel like she had to fight, just to survive. Her stomach did a flip-flop as she brought her glass to her lips and took a sip, allowing the liquid to burn a fiery path down her throat. "I think I'd be the last person on the planet to fall for somebody's looks. Girls like me, we..." She stopped herself and looked down into her glass, thinking over the words that had been about to roll off of her tongue. No matter how much she told herself she was in good company and could say what she felt, she didn't feel any better.

If anything, the notion only made her feel worse. "We like a man that can take charge." She said finally, sounding rather matter-of-fact about it. She felt warmth flood her face and was glad that her skin hid the red blush that had suddenly taken over. "I might be a tough bitch, but even I need guidance. You're a leader, and you practice what you preach." She took another sip of her drink, trying unsuccessfully to will her nerves to calm down.

Was this what love felt like all the time, or was this a special case? More butterflies and a nauseating, dizzying sensation suddenly came over her. This had to be about the hardest thing that she had ever done. "Your face has changed, certainly but what I fell for, your ideals and your personality, has not." Another pause as she bit her lip. "The reason I fell for you was because you knew what you wanted, and you weren't going to let a damned thing stand in your way but at the same time, you also followed the rules in your own playbook, acted as a leader to those that needed it, and guided those that felt ashamed of their mutation, whatever their reason might be." Her lip quirked, and a faint chuckle left her lips as she finished speaking.

[STARK FROM JOISEY]

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* accepted ,

WELCOME___TO THE ACADEMY !

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