[KittsMitts] Lyra Faroe {Starjammers}

General Information

Full Name:
Lyra Marin Faroe
Codename or Alias:
Vega is her infamous handle, and her statement name. She also has aliases and codenames: Cygnus, Moshe, Ursa, Vesper, Merit, Volta, and Trace
Anonymity:
Secret Agent at best, Nobody at worst. She is likely on scattered wanted posters, mostly for factions of The Collective.
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
25
Place Of Birth:
Reykjavik, Iceland
Occupation/Status:
Rogues Are We
Alignment:
Neutral (Good, shh don't tell anyone)
Factions:
Previously The Ravagers, a Rebel Extremist Group. Currently Solo
Canon Or Original?:
Original

Powers/Abilities:
Lyra is unpowered, but she does have years of experience in several areas.

Spymaster
Lyra has had to pass as alien and pretend as if she's supposed to be places she most certainly shouldn't since adolescence.

Stealth
She is quiet. She's had to be. Because she was smaller than most of her crewmates for a long time, she was sent into places where others couldn't fit or would otherwise be discovered. She's learned, through being discovered, every trick of the trade to keep herself from getting caught. Not that those always work, but she knows what she's doing.

Hand-to-Hand
From actual technique of some unnamed origin, to in-fighting amongst her crew, Lyra's become quite the scrapper over the years. She's good at judging force and weight advantages, as well as when those won't work and she might need to get the hell out of dodge. She's learned to rely on speed over power, though she does prefer giving a good knock on the head whenever that can settle matters quickly.

Weapon Training
She's been trained with a variety of weapons, literally anything the Ravagers could get their hands on they got a kick out of seeing the child try to wield. Usually for their entertainment, but always turning out for her benefit.

Sharpshooter
She's a good shot. She is NOT a sniper, but she is great under pressure at close range. She can snipe, but she prefers to be on the move.

Blunt-force Trauma
Her specialty. Giving her a blunt object and a gun is how to ensure the quickest incapacitation of her adversaries.

Weapons/Items:
Any weapon available. She's a really good shot, and can beat the fuck out of someone with a baton or blunt object. Not super good with long blades, but she will use them if she has to. Her arms simply aren't long enough and she doesn't have enough experience with them to use them as more than a glorified staff or big knife. Best at getting up close and personal with an opponent with something like a dagger, but she sticks to hands unless she wants to kill someone.



Appearance




Physical Appearance:
5'3", 130 lbs soaking wet with equipment. Lyra's always been a bit scrawny, though she prefers to call it lean muscle now. She isn't weak by human standards, but can struggle to hold her own against overlarge opponents. She isn't very wideset or tall, so she uses that to her advantage. She does have a pretty, symmetrical face, and striking eyes. Her brown hair is soft and warm in color when washed, but usually slightly darker and mousier with grease and chaos. The ends are damaged from burns and literally chopping it when necessary, hence her usually keeping it up. She has taken note of her features, but tends to only think of them in the ways they would give her advantage. She's had to make use of every asset she possesses to survive, and sometimes that includes a pretty face.
Clothing and Armor:




Personality

Bad Habits:
What bad habits DOESN'T she have, ha.
Sexual Orientation:
Unimportant.
General Personality:
Lyra is stubborn. That trait defines her the most, and it seeps into everything else she does. She does not like to concede to anyone, even allies, even when in the wrong. She rarely believes she is in the wrong. She is open to other ideas and interpretations, but if they fall too out of line with her values you'll be speaking on deaf ears. Slow to trust, and once you lose it even slower to gain it back. She will trust someone out of necessity, but she is so so careful with who earns it for longer. She is compelled to trust those in her proximity in combat situations, but that doesn't mean she's divulging her life story over drinks to the first person who helps her in a fight. She doesn't need people knowing her past and judging her for it. Her parents resisted very openly, and every problem she's ever run across has come from speaking up. As a result, she prefers to keep her head down. She makes use of her codename only to be hired, but doesn't like the fact that she has a reputation. It means people know about her. Know her weaknesses. She is intensely fearful of being known. Lyra does have a soft spot for children in danger, having been one herself for so long. She tends to swoop in before thought can stop her, something that's bitten her in the ass before. She plays at being completely unburdened and unattached to the universe on a whole, but thoughts of her family are with her always, and connections she has managed to make stay strong. One of her father figures was perfect, the other was a nightmare who stole her away. She's tough, hates appearing weak. She is a product of the worlds she's had to grow up in. She prefers that you don't know a goddamn thing about her.

Anything Else
Lyra was born during the Lyrid Meteor shower, hence her name.


Character's History

Siblings:
None
Mother:
Hedda Arnedottir-Faroe
Father:
Cyrus Jonsson-Faroe
Other Family:
None by blood, just crewmates



History:
Born in Reykjavik, the capitol of Iceland, Lyra Marin Faroe had what some would consider a dream childhood. Though they wanted their daughter born in Iceland to reflect the family ties to the famed Faroe Islands (their chosen last name for Lyra's international use, as Icelanders do not typically have last names), she spent her childhood traveling the world. Her father's work as an astrophysicist mostly took them across Northern Europe and Asia, but as she grew older they started traveling to more at risk areas in between jobs due to her mother's specialties in humanities and social work. Lyra was taught the value of truly helping people from a young age, and grew up in a far more diverse world than most.

When Lyra was eight, her father was hired onto a project studying 'Zeta Waves,' a phenomenon she didn't fully understand. So they packed up once again and moved to South America for a time. They lived in the same complex where the experiments were taking place, as did all of the hired professionals and their families. Also on the project was a very young prodigy named Dr. Adam Strange, whose main job was assisting her father in field research and experiments. She liked him because he always talked to her like a person even though she was the youngest at the site.

A couple months after Lyra turned 9, her life changed forever. During a break in an experiment, something to pinpoint the cause of a certain anomaly, an accident occurred. And who should be there, but several support staff members, most of the scientific research team, Dr. Adam Strange, and Lyra's entire family. The group of two dozen people had been "Zetaed" to a planet far from Earth. A planet called Rann.

There they were greeted by a man calling himself Sardath. Well, man was what he appeared to be. Though the language barrier was a hurdle, they eventually found ways to communicate. Turns out Sardath sent the Zeta, and broke his machine in the process. It was amazing that it even worked in the first place, and with Rann being the place it was, they weren't likely to get the necessary supplies to build an even halfway working machine for a long time. Not with the parts that had been expunged in the initial jump. He apologized for bringing them here, displacing them entirely from everything they'd ever known, and helped them find places to fit into the society of Rann.

Rann was not only home to the Rannians, but had become one of the main places for refugees to relocate in the known universe. Her mother, father, and Dr. A. Strange in particular set out to help the other refugees, primarily with medical knowledge from her mother and other support staff members, while her father and Dr. A. Strange helped Sardath with his communications and machines, keeping everyone in the camps healthy and taken care of as much as possible. They learned how many species worked, due in great part to her mother's tenacity, patience, and gift for understanding people she couldn't necessarily communicate with. However, being a hub for those to take refuge didn't make it a safe haven for those that found themselves there. Bandit and terror attacks weren't every day, but they were frequent enough to be a problem. Lyra spent a little under one (earth) year on Rann, though it was eventually much harder to keep track of the days.

While Lyra was headed home after scavenging for food and spare parts for her father, an unknown group attacked. She learned later they were attacking because of reported Shi'ar and Praxii refugees with direct ties to the collective. They were not expecting those they attacked to be armed as well. A firefight ensued, and in the chaos, Lyra was picked up and used as a human shield by a retreating attacker.
On the day everything changed, everything started normally. As normal as normal had become, at least. Lyra had become quite the scavenger, using her still small body to get into nooks and crannies that other, less daring, and much larger "scavengers" as they'd taken to calling themselves dared or could go. From helping her mother and father, she knew how to identify quite a number of useful objects, especially after having been exposed to so many kinds of alien machinery for so many years. If they got just the right combination, they could produce Zeta waves again and Lyra could go home. It was a dream, sure, but one that kept her going. She and her friends stopped by a nearby encampment to see if her mother, one of the head doctors at this point, was finished for the day when the attack started. Thinking it was bandits raiding for supplies, she immediately went into flight mode, using her stature to find hiding place after hiding place as things sparked, exploded, and people were shot around her. They were yelling in a language she didn't understand yet, but it sounded angry and forceful. Righteous.

Seeing someone drop nearly dead in front of her was the push Lyra needed to take a chance on an open door twenty feet away. Before she got halfway there, she was scooped up, held against the chest of an unknown alien. She screamed and kicked and bit, but their strong grip around her never faltered. They ran backwards, holding her in front of them, and she realized with horror she was being used as a shield by this mystery person. As they ran out of the camp and towards a ship Lyra had definitely never seen before, she realized they weren't even a Rannian. They were one of the attackers. They held tight to her and shot from the ship's loading dock as they took off, Lyra staring back at the place that had become a home away from home. As the doors shut, she was tossed aside like garbage, the assailant probably assuming she was dead because she'd gone limp from the shock, and Lyra's life changed drastically once again.

Too much in shock to hide, Lyra was discovered still staring at the closed bay door by passing crewmates, who brought her before the entire crew and captain, sure that they would be "disposing" of her. To everyone's surprise, Captain Mourningstar, real name Xzer'en, decided that they'd just discovered a new crewmember. A waste to dispose of a life still so young and capable of molding. Instead of being killed, the captain of this particular branch of the Ravagers decided that the best policy was to train 'em young, and that she was to become his star pupil. She learned to fight, defend, spy, sneak, and kill.

For 13 years she trained and attacked and learned of the horrors of The Collective. She tried to escape for a time, but was met with harsh punishment each time. She was practically his trained attack dog for years. And to everyone's surprise, she was damn good at it. She earned her place among the Ravagers, and in particular among the Mourningstars, as they took to calling themselves. Their crew was one of rebel extremists, battling The Collective, aka the biggest assholes in the galaxy. Filled to the brim with tyrants and corruption, they took advantage of everyone they could control and most that they couldn't. She learned the initial reason Rann had been attacked was for housing refugees both of people who suffered at the hand of the Collective, and high officials attempting to escape judgement from The Ravagers. To her disappointment, but not necessarily her surprise, the attack she'd been kidnapped during had not even been a successful mission. Bringing her into this world of kill or be killed had been the result of a near catastrophic failure. She felt extremely jaded over this fact.

Once she reached a certain age, members of the crew began looking at her... differently. There weren't many humans in space. Plenty that looked like her, but she was starting to develop quite the reputation, and more importantly, quite the bounty. On what she was told was a partner mission, her captain, her second father, distant as he was, looked at her with no emotion, maybe even disdain, before closing the shuttle door between them and taking off. She couldn't really tell you why Xzer'en left her behind. She had her theories, but none really added up. There were so many things that could have prompted this, but worst of all was the thought that nothing really prompted it at all. Just like taking her in, nothing to do with her had ever mattered.

She's spent three years on her own, smuggling for money, distancing herself from all political attachments and names as best she could. She abandoned the cause like it had abandoned her, hiding her deep hurt in apathy. Her rebellion turned into cynicism, and she survived by being a low-time criminal, a general lawbreaker for hire. Smuggling. Gambling. Scavenging. Eventually her bounties dwindled with her apparent activity, most of the worlds assuming (or being told by her own means) that she was long dead. If anyone utters the name Vega, people still look over their shoulders, knowing the extremist spy to be a formidable force and ruthless killer. That she still is. But she wouldn't let them know it.