Name: Lyssa Andros.
Nicknames: N/A.
Gender: Female.
Age: Physically 24. (True Age Unknown.)
Species: Vampire Faerie.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Height: 5ft Exactly.
Hair: Shockingly White, Worn Long and Wavy.
Eyes: An Inhuman Shade Of Amber-Red.
Skin Tone: Pallid. Almost Snow White.
Wings: Gossimar Soft Crimson; Like Freshly Spilled Blood.
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♡ Upon being sired; Lyssa lost all connection to her fae magic. As such she's unable to do magic without resorting to unnatural borderline taboo means.
♡ Lyssa's wings are stuck out, she can't retract them. This could be due to her inability to use natural magics anymore.
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Lyssa often prided herself on the devotion she felt to nature; to the creatures of the woodland oasis she'd called home since her birth. Nestled cosily in the heart of Poland's Białowieża Forest, away from the prying eyes and destructive tendencies of humans. Like most faerie's she oftentimes considered herself a guardian of the natural world. Like most faerie's she oftentimes considered herself a guardian of the natural world. A rare wind faerie, she possessed a airy slyph-like appearance; snow white hair, pallid skin...and once upon a time silvery white wings so translucent they were almost cloud-like.
Her favourite pastime had been flitting through the trees, or soaring with the birds through the more open skies within the heart of the forests protections. There had been nothing quite like it.
So what happens when all that is suddenly...brutally torn away?
For Lyssa it all changed in one instant, her entire world turned upside-down as she was left broken; the pieces of who she'd been shattered beyond repair. Altered. Different. Thirsting..
She'll never know what drew the predatory stalker of the night to her, perhaps it was the sweet scent of Faerie blood; perhaps he simply saw her and...coveted her. Whatever the reason, Lyssa's life as she'd known it came to an end in just one bite...
When she woke there was an emptiness inside, like a gaping void where her magic had been. A heaviness at her back where her wings hung, stained red like freshly spilled blood. And a scorching thirst she could not hope to quench... did not understand...
For now...she wanders... searching... for meaning? For purpose?
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