And her face
Full of grace
Two worlds collide
Around her
The truth lies
Deep inside her



About the player.

Name: Sarai
Age: 19
Email/AIM: musicinthenight@gmail.com // lullaby serenade
Prior experience: we have RPed before!

About the character.

Name: Lyra Belacqua
Nickname/Aliases: Silvertounge
DOB/Age: 18 – 9/09/1990.
Legal status: Citizen of the UK with no criminal record.
Place of birth: Oxford, UK.
Education: High School.

Lineage: Human
Family: Marisa Coulter (Mother), and a mysteriously absent father (Asriel Belacqua). Currently Lyra believes that Marisa is her adoptive mother.

PB: Haley Bennett

General appearance:

It’s taken some time, but Lyra’s finally grown out of that prolonged ‘awkward’ body stage. As a child she was always rather small, thin and wafery – and little on the plain side for a child with such a beautiful mother. But it seems now that she’s indeed inherited some of her mother’s fine features, such as her peaches and cream complexion, and slender figure.

Lyra has blossomed into quite an attractive young lady – still only standing at roughly 5’4, long wavy gold hair and dark blue, inquisitive eyes. In fact, her eyes are probably the first thing you would notice upon meeting her, as they tend to probe and pierce, as if she’s trying to read your mind.

She tends to be a bit more appearance-conscious now, and leans towards a more preppy, chic choice in clothes – to her mother’s approval of course (well, some of the time. She managed to sneak a little black dress into her wardrobe without her mother knowing).


Distinguishing features: None.

Powers & abilities: She has a daemon named Pan (Who takes the form of a Pine Marten) – which is literally the embodiment of her soul. Pan is basically the voice of her consciousness; he has personality and talks quite freely with Lyra. Daemons however can only be seen by their human counter part.

Specialised knowledge: The subjects Lyra particularly excelled at during school were Psychology, English and History.

Department: field.

Personality:

Lyra has always been a precocious, clever and quite a troublesome young girl. She has an insatiable thirst to learn more about the word around her, and cannot see the point in learning something that she believes will have little use to her. She’s frightfully intelligent, and knows a lot more about things than she lets on.

She certainly loves a good mystery, anything that challenges or intrigues her mind. She’s analytical, and very gifted, however only applies herself to subjects and tasks that interest her, hence her schooling grades were rather patchy.

Lyra has always had an innate ability to fabricate stories, which became particularly useful while living in the orphanage. While living there she learnt to become independent, and not to get so attached to people.

Generally, Lyra is nice and sweet, a little on the quiet side, but always observant. But she’s never afraid to voice her opinions, which can lead to some heated arguments. She’s still going through a few teenage phases, and wanting more freedom, particularly at home.


Strengths: witty, intelligent, has a knack for making up stories, curious, independent, charming.

Weaknesses: she cannot be separated from Pan (this causes them extreme pain), vulnerable, curious, finds it difficult to trust sometimes, likes to have the last word.

History:

Much of Lyra’s history is a hidden mystery; even she doesn’t know the identity of her true parents, and the scandals that surrounded her birth. The real story? She was born as the result of an extramarital affair between her mother, Marisa Coulter and a mysterious aristocrat named Asriel Belacqua. Lyra was actually declared upon birth, but smuggled in secrecy to a little known orphanage, which has been the only life she has ever known.

Lyra was always a curious child, much to the exasperation of her minders. She was always wandering off and exploring. As a child she found it hard to make friends with the other orphans, as one day they’d be there, the next they’d be going home with a loving family. She did have one friend though, a boy named Roger. He was pretty much her only friend during those lonely years.

When she wasn’t wandering off exploring, she was asking questions. It was apparent that Lyra was a naturally gifted child, however nobody had the time or patience to nurture her growing mind. Instead, Lyra turned to books to feed her insatiable thirst for knowledge – she started off with children’s books, and worked her way through reference, novels, and her particular favourite genre, mysteries.

Ever since she could remember, Lyra had always had a small, weasel like creature following her around. It had always slept at the foot of her bed, and followed behind her like a shadow. She was fairly certain no one else could see her strange companion, which troubled her even more so. Perhaps she was imagining things? But one day, while she was feeling particularly lonely, she decided to talk to the animal. And to her surprise, the animal talked back.

She nicknamed the animal Pan, after the Greek God of nature (she had been reading about Greek Gods at that point in time), and from that day forward, he became her very best, but very secret friend. She would spend her days playing explorer games in the garden with him, and stayed up late whispering secrets to him at night. Some of the orphans caught her ‘talking’ to Pan from time to time, and teased her for ‘talking to her imaginary friend’.

One day, shortly after Lyra’s tenth birthday, a strange but beautiful lady arrived at the orphanage, wanting to adopt Lyra. Lyra found this to be very strange indeed, for in the orphanage it
was common knowledge that once you turned ten, the likelihood of being adopted was very slim indeed. The lady (Marisa Coulter, her name was) seemed to have no problems in arranging the adoption, and before she knew it, Lyra was leaving Oxford, and on her way to start a new life in America.

While its taken quite a bit of adjustment for the two of them, Lyra has come to adore her new mother. They have their differences from time to time (which is understandable, seeing as she is a teenager), but she really looks up to, and admires her. In fact, she’s just recently been accepted a job at the agency her mother woks for, as a field agent.



Misc.: None.

Fandom: His Dark Materials






Writing samples

1st person:

Dear Roger,

You’ll never guess where I am. I’m sitting on an aeroplane, staring through the clouds, down onto the ocean. You know that funny blonde lady who wanted to adopt me? She must be pretty rich, because she’s taking me to America to live, and we’re travelling first class.

I’m not trying to brag or anything, I guess I’m just amazed by it all. Marisa (that’s my mothers name) has told me that life with her is going to be very different. I’m going to get my own room, I wont have to share a bathroom with tons of other people, and I’m even allowed my own little library.

I’m going to miss you, Roger. I know you hate it when I say soppy girls stuff, but its true. Your were my best friend, and I’ll never forget how we spent hours pretending to be artic explorers, exploring new civilizations.

I have to go now, we’re descending now, and we’ll be getting ready to land.

Don’t forget me.

Lyra


3rd person:

“He’s wearing far too much cologne. Did he drown himself in Old Spice before picking you up?” A whiskery voice tickled against her ear. Lyra shot her invisible companion a withering look, before gently nudging him off her shoulder. Seriously, first dates were nerve racking enough without Pan’s amateur comedy act.

She smiled tightly, nervously sipping at her glass of water. Perhaps it wasn’t the date itself she was worrying so much about (and truth be told, it had actually been going well so far. Well, minus the awkward silences). Truthfully, it was her mother that she was more concerned about. She had half expected her to hit the roof, or at least demand an interview with the boy, with a copy of his resume in advance. But her real reaction?

“As long as you’re home before 11, darling.”

This had to be some kind of trick. As much as Lyra loved her mother, she knew how her mind worked. There was no such thing as a free lunch – or a free date, in Marisa Coulter’s books. Out of the corner of her eye she could see some kind of insect – a moth perhaps? Buzzing around, it was kind of annoying.

“So, what do you do for fun?” Her date (what was his name again? Joey? Jamie? Jimmy?) Cleared his throat, an obvious attempt to break the silence.

“What?” Lyra snapped back to attention. “Fun? Oh. Uhm, well I guess I like reading, and-“

She was interrupted by the arrival of their soups.

“Reading?’ Jimbo (she’d resigned to calling him that now) Scoffed. “I was talking about real fun, honey. I think you know what I mean”

The moth, or whatever it was that had been buzzing around, began to do so more franticly.

“Pardon me?” She replied, her eye still on the moth.

It dropped directly into his freshly made bowl of tomato soup.