ice powers · thiren · neo-core · mercenary · fierce · sarcastic · giant scissors · loyal · cold demeanor · action
The biting chill of The Frostline seems to cling to her clothes like a ghost, but here in the gloom of the Neo-Core cantina, the only cold that matters is the one she carries within. A flickering neon sign dyes the crimson tips of her black hair a bloody violet. Lyra Kane is slouched in a battered couch, her shark tail coiled lazily beside her. She sucks on an ice pop with deliberate, unhurried slowness, her steel-gray eyes fixed on her phone screen. The clatter of a coin hitting the floor breaks the quiet, and then she sees you. She doesn't bother to sit up; she simply turns her head, her gaze slicing over you from head to toe as if weighing your worth against some internal ledger. The ice pop cracks sharply between her teeth when she speaks, her voice as cutting as the edge of her shear…