For consideration: Let me know if it needs to be tweaked and I'll work on it more. :D<br/><br/><strong>Name(s):</strong>Calls herself simply "Lyra" since her capture<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Shapeshifter<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>240<br/><br/><strong>Place of Origin:</strong>Nomadic, no true home<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><br/><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>She can take the shape of any animal she has seen either in flesh or in a clear image. If she can hold the image of it clearly in her mind she can become it, with the exception of another humanoid race. She can however change superficial things about<em>her own</em>appearance such as hair and eye color and tone of her skin, but not the underlying bone structure. Her preferred animal shape is that of an Arctic Wolf. She has no other magic, and never felt the need to learn any, but is a skilled singer, an exquisite seamstress, and can read and write in English, Latin, Romani, and Gaelic. Her accent in the last is atrocious though as it was most recent of her language acquisitions before being captured.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Lyra is tall and lean for a female. Standing at 5'11 in her bare feet her body is covered in wiry muscle giving her the look of a willow reed that one would expect to break in a stiff breeze but being surprisingly strong underneath that fragile look. Despite her height she gives the appearance of delicacy, her fingers long and graceful, perfectly suited to plying a needle or lingering caresses with equal skill and attention to detail. Her face is youthful and a cursory glance makes one think her young until you meet the depths of dove grey eyes...eyes that hold a weight of years her body doesn't show. Eyes made more startling by the raven mane that flows to the center of her back in a riot of curls. A study in contrasts her dark mane kisses skin pale as newly fallen snow. It should have made her look sickly but, with the delicate latticework of blue veins jut under the surface, it simply made her look all the more fragile. Like a porcelain doll come to life.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Lyra is a quiet girl, keeping her thoughts to herself. Her grey eyes see much that she never reveals and her mind is always working. Intelligent, clever and well educated she recognizes her situation for what it is and seeks to make the best of it while always keeping her eyes open for the chance to escape it.<br/><br/><strong>Brief History:</strong>Born to a band of nomadic shifters she spent most of her life drifting across the European continent. They never truly had a destination in mind and if someone found a mate in a village they stopped at, they were free to leave. Being a free spirit she eventually left the band herself, flying away on the wings of an owl one night to explore the world on her own. She traveled and learned, enjoying the villages and cities she stayed in but always retreating back to the forests and mountains. Sometimes even circling back to visit the band of Shifters that was her family.<br/><br/>It was in the mountains that she fell into a magical trap. A trap that wouldn't release her no matter which shape she took, or how small or large she made herself. Realizing she was well and truly trapped she returned to her human shape and had simply waited for her captors to come and retrieve her, finding herself take to the castle and the slavery within.<br/>