Profile of Lyra

Lyra, at first glance, bears the greatest likeness to her father. In proper Immortalis fashion, her fur is composed most distinctly of blacks and grays and silvers. However, there are shocks of russet that blaze more brightly than Kvothe's. In that, and in her furrowed brow, rest the telltale signs of her Tiamat parentage. Her eyes, a motley mix from both her parents, is that of orange with sky blue at the center.

While she is young yet, Lyra seems to be the perfect composite of Kvothe's seemingly unflinching self-control and Nassar's fiery self-righteousness. Typically impassive, this little charcoal child often stares with a blank, neutral stare. Her gaze is surprisingly sharp for one so young. Yet, bother her even a little, and that manicured facade cracks to bring forth a flood of bubbling, bastardly lava.

Born to two loving, militant parents, Lyra is enjoying her youth in the Tiamat manse. Her greatest obstacle is Bast's foot in her side when she's sleeping.