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[center][h1][color=teal]Lyrah Maddox[/color][/h1]
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[b]"I am sure that if the devil existed, he would want us to feel very sorry for him."[/b]
-[b][i]Martha Stout [/i][/b] [/center]
[url=https://youtu.be/iwhhFcaYxuw]The only [/URL]
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| [color=teal][b]Full Name[/b][/color] |
Lyrah Madaline Maddox

| [color=teal][b]Nickname[/b][/color] |
'Lye'

| [color=Teal][b]Alias[/b][/color] |
Wraith

| [color=teal][b]Age[/b][/color] |
Eighteen

| [color=teal][b]Species[/b][/color] |
Human

| [color=teal][b]Gender[/b][/color] |
Female

| [color=teal][b]Sexuality[/b][/color] |
Bisexual

| [color=teal][b]Alignment[/b][/color] |
Chaotic neutral 

| [color=teal][b]In-Depth Appearance[/b][/color] |
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.

| [color=teal][b]Abilities[/b][/color] |
[I][u]Psychic link[/u][/i]
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. 

| [color=teal][b]Limitations[/b][/color] |
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. 

| [color=teal][b]Equipment[/b][/color] |
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. 

| [color=teal][b]Personality[/b][/color] |
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.

| [color=teal][b]Place Of Origin[/b][/color] |
Valparaiso, Indiana.

| [color=teal][b]Family[/b][/color] |
[U]Mother [/u]
Lisa Bach
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*Half sister- Kristina Bach 
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[U]Father [/u]
Nathaniel Maddox
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*Half sister- Hollie Maddox (missing)
*Half brother- Sebastian Maddox
*Half brother- Silas Maddox
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| [color=teal][b]History[/b][/color] |


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 [i]distasteful[/I] 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. 

| [color=teal][b]Extra[/b][/color] |
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. 

[sub]Face Claim: Roxana[/sub]
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