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[h1][color=ec008c]Lyrica[/color][/h1]
[h3][i][color=8882be]Lady of Klutziness[/color][/i][/h3]
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[color=92278f][u][b]Full Name:[/b][/u][/color]  Lyrica Victoire Lefevre
[u][b][color=92278f]Roleplay:[/color][/b][/u]  Dragon's Mate
[u][b][color=92278f]Age: [/color][/b][/u] 19
[u][b][color=92278f]Societal Standing:[/color][/b][/u]  Peasant
[color=92278f][u][b]Occupation: [/b][/u][/color] Servant girl at a tavern of the nobility, the [i]Wyvern's Wishes[/i]
[color=92278f][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] (formal): [/color]
Her trademark bright pink hair is about as common as redheads in modern OOC America in this world. 
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Personality: [/b][/u][/color] Lyrica isn't particularly ambitious.  She's all but accepted that she'll be a servant girl for the forseeable future with no way out no matter how hard she works (due to how unfair nobility is).  Used to being alone in a crowd, the few stares she does get from men usually end quickly and with snorts of contempt due to her lack of endowment.  In public, Lyrica does not speak unless spoken to as befitting a proper peasant (the nobility do try to refer to the peasantry by that blanket title of course).  

While she might not be very courageous yet, she possesses a fierce determination and work ethic.  It's quite hard to get under Lyrica's skin as years of peasant labor at a borderline unfair wage have hardened her resolve but not her heart, granting her phenomenal patience. However, this also means she has an inferiority complex a mile wide.  This is augmented by the fact that, despite having done hard work all her life, Lyrica is still quite physically weak and klutzy despite her mental fortitude. 

As for wants and desires, Lyrica's are few and buried deep down beneath the pleasant public relations facade that allows her to keep her job.  It's not quite clear if she even realizes it, but she wishes just once someone would take care of HER.  It's awfully tiring watching your own back at such a young age.  Sometimes she'll fantasize about going to a nobility ball (or party or rave if this is modern instead of medieval).  Fashion has always interested her, but she barely has enough money for whatever threadbare secondhand peasants' clothes she can drudge up in the market. 

In addition, her favorite color is pink.  She rarely gets a chance to have a proper bath/shower, let alone buy any of the frilly pink dresses she sometimes sees the nobility wear into the tavern.  Fierce determination or no, Lyrica wishes she could own a house someday rather than living in a one-room apartment at the mercy of an apathetic, neglectful landlord.

[color=92278f][u][b]History:[/b][/u][/color]  Lyrica's history is simple.  She was born a bastard child to an anemic mother.  During childhood, Lyrica helped her peasant mother with a laundering business run out of their tiny three room home.  One summer when Lyrica was seven, her mother caught a terrible fever and a neighbor, who was the closest thing the peasant folk of the capital's area had to a free doctor, gave a prognosis that she had one month to live.  It turned out she didn't even have that as she died the next day.  All the commotion the death evoked had caused little Lyrica to be evicted and sent to the capital's fledgling orphanage.  

There at the orphanage, Lyrica spent the next nine years learning menial tasks and enduring a cruel mistress who took the philosophy "spare the rod, don't spoil the child" to heart with a riding crop.  On her sixteenth birthday, or what she thought was her birthday, Lyrica ran away to the outskirts of the capital and was fortunate enough to be hired on by a perverted old geezer, such as fortune goes for peasants in a rough economy, as a servant for his restaurant.  During her three years here at the [i]Wyvern's Wishes[/i], Lyrica was a jack-of-all-trades; she served customers rarely, instead being asked to wash dishes, scrub floors and walls by hand, polish silver and brass cookware, and other unpleasant tasks all while having to wear a cheaply made, revealing getup that did nothing to hide the small bust that was a constant source of embarrassment for her.  
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