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Lyra created on 19th of January 2016, and is dead and gone (18 years old, 28 hours, 5 months lifetime)

Title: the Grand Oracle of Spectres
Gender: Female
Level: 50
Class: avian illusionist

Background history:

  1. Lonely Soul Free Soul - posted at 2016-01-21 13:31:54
Lonely Soul Free Soul
Up in one of the frozen peaks in the Plains of the North, a nest with three eggs hatched. As the little hatchlings open up their tiny little eyes to see the wonderful world, the first person to greet them is the most lovely winged lady of all. The little avians started calling for food as their eyes were locked on to the fresh rabbits in their mother's hands. Lyra grew up over the next few years with her brother, sister, father and mother. There were also others in their flock with their nests all around them. Everyone lived happily together until one day, a strange disease spread around the whole flock. One by one, they grew weak, then started to lose their feathers and eventually their breaths. Some fell from the air and were never seen again, some perished in their nests. The little avian returned home after an extended hunting trip only to find her whole family in their nest, blackened and turning to liquid, yet still embracing each other. Devastated by the sight that greeted her, Lyra left her home for the last time. This time, she would go on a never ending hunting trip. Eventually, she managed to let go of the deaths of her family, choosing to embrace her newfound freedom. After hearing of the ability of the illusionists to create duplicates and illusions, Lyra decided to walk (or in her case, fly) this path. For this way, she would have companions and guardians who may disappear for a time but they would never truly perish.


Description:

The place becomes crowded all of a sudden. Amidst the busy looking and awfully noisy passersby, stands a winged young lady. Strangely calm and serene, she sticks out from the rushing crowd like a sore thumb. Straight and silky auburn hair runs down to her slim waist. Her demeanour is calm and feminine. She wears a bewitching grin of a teenage girl who is plotting her next prank. Four pairs of large pure white wings are attached to her back. White fluffy feathers fall from seemingly nowhere all around her. The sight seems almost believable until the crowd disappears as abruptly as it appeared out of nowhere. The feathers too, fades away leaving only the girl still standing there alone.


PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 2 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 0:0, Efficiency: 0%)

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