LLYR, SYRAH

Full Name: Syrah Llyr
Nickname: SY or Water Specter
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: She looks 25 but is centuries older
Usergroup: Demigoddess ( Hero ? / Loki's ally )
Power:

+ Healing being
+ Longevity ( but deadly )
+ Lethal crying or scream ( Rumors says that the crying or the scream of a Naiad is capable to kill immediately but take a life is considered almost a sacrilege for this race and so this power is used only in extreme cases or accidentally if because of pain and despair ).
+ Natural elements control (water, fire, air ...)
+ Telepathy
+ Mind control
+ Create optical illusions
+ Shapeshifting (can change her physical appearance or change its density becoming a cloud of smoke, steam, etc.).

History:

Syrah is a demigoddess and belongs to the ancient lineage of the Naiads, nymphs lovers of gods and mortals. As such, Syrah is capable of dominating natural elements, mainly water or any other type of liquid. Like all the Naiads is also capable of using telepathy, sending or receiving thoughts, control people minds and create illusions.
In the past, her race was feared to be among the most deceptive and ruthless, humans often confused the Naiads with the Banshees for some unrivaled features such as changing their beautiful appearance and appear like terrible demons but only when threatened.
Syrah is a beautiful woman with long dark hair , cobalt-blue eyes and olive skin. However, it is capable of changing her appearance at will, sometimes in a terrible way especially when feels anger and frustration then her beauty fades .

Is a daughter of Asgard , born and raised in the magical realm after her family decided to leave Alfheim realm of the Light Elves. Growing up in a lush land and home of the most loved and feared heroes has received the honor of a training as a warrior, however keeping the noble and graceful qualities of her people.

Syrah is an intelligent woman who loves nature and tranquility, attends often the court of Odin and is a very estimated member . Has always observed the events at court in silence and has always served the father of the Gods sometimes dispensing sage advices like her parents did in past during the battle against the Frost Giants. Syrah is currently more a sort of ambassador than a warrior but always ready to defend her kingdom and ready to sacrifice her own life for it. Often fighting alongside the sons of Odin, Thor and Loki was very fond of both along with other comrades like the goddess Sif and the warrior Fandral.
However, when was a child always had a special affection for Thor half-brother , Loki, but silent about her feelings and watching him from a distance.

When the realm was upset by Loki's treachery , Syrah suffers more than the others mostly for her disbelief before Loki's betrayal, but this leads her to investigate. After discovering the true origins of Loki and have confirm from Thor and Odin himself she seems to change her mind about something and not sure to know who is worth to fighting for.

However, she still lives in Asgard and is still serving the father of the Gods. Unlike many other Gods , Syrah is not particularly fascinated by the human race because considers their nature like hostile and destructive but has often joined in protecting the Earth, sometimes allying with S.H.I.E.L.D. but only in the name of her old friendship with the son of Odin and often in the attempt to help him to make Loki change his mind when sure he was involved with fool plans of destruction.

The purpose of Syrah is to protect life but not necessarily that of humans, rather than the Earth ecosystem now threatened precisely because of human greed.

Rp Sample:

The woman get closer to the open window looking out and inspected but saw no one in the distance or near the house, also tried the presence of someone on the roof looking up as she could but there seemed to be no one. With a sigh angrily firmly closed the window and went to the polished wooden desk and noticed that her jewelry box, drawers, and more were in disarray or knocked over. Lia was immediately dismayed rummaging frantically in what remained of her belongings. Then someone had been really there! Rummaged through her things and stealing! "Ce n'est pas possible!" believing she was alone revealed the dismay in her voice. "No, no, no! The necklace of my father, no! Where it is? Where?!" become prey of anxiety while he fingers probed behind the oval mirror supported by the desk but in the end her fear suddenly fell silent. The woman dropped something that had been securely hidden behind the mirror and taking in her hands a delicate but precious necklace. From the thin gold chain dangling a small sapphire carved and with a tear-shape.

Lia sighed relieved, apparently the thief had not foreseen her hiding place. She always hid the necklace of her father in a different place when she could not wear it, was the only jewel she cared . Often entrusted Leonore for hid it in a way that nobody could find it easily. She weighed the delicate jewel among the fingers before tie it on her neck. It wasn't very important that someone had stolen the rest of the jewels, the one she cared most was hanging from her neck and was now safe.

Checked also Leonore's room realizing some money were missing from her drawer, but Lia took from her silk sack-pocket a hand of coins and returned them to her sister knowing that it was useless to look for a thief who had probably escaped from hours but was seriously considering talking to her sister about the adoption an animal guard ... possibly with quite a few teeth or sharp nails capable of cut off the butt of any fool who dared to fall back into their home.

Awaiting the return of Leonore, Lia back to her room and decided to relax with a good and warm bath. Still unaware of the presence of someone under her bed undressed quickly sliding the simple but elegant dress from her shapely and sinuous body. Wrapped in a delicate blue corset lingerie put her small foot on a chair loosing socks, shoes and getting rid of the clip that held her long brown hair tied.

----------- When he emerged from the bathroom hid the skin soft and slightly moist in the long silk night-gown , the necklace hung down her delicate neck resting gently on the soft breasts. With a sigh, she realized that Leonore wasn't still back home, it was probably she was with some soldiers to celebrate the new mission things she was not allowed to do. Lia admired the free life of her sister , hers seemed like a huge and impenetrable cage. Hoped that one day could be free like her but at least her work as a spy kept her away from the duties of heiress and what it meant belong to the high society, all things of which she didn't care and wasn't interested. This was why she refused any marriage proposal from any pompous , rich and stupid man only interested in a convenient marriage and a wife ready to give him thousand heirs and no more in her life.

Approaching to the bed hit something hard and cold with her naked foot, only then noticed the sword on the floor. Thinking belonged to Leonore leaned the sword against the wall next to the bed without asking too many questions and lay down almost hiding herself under the warm, soft white sheets. Lia fell asleep without realizing that hers wasn't the only breath.