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10:50, 27th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Cyra Vyraes

At first glance it is obvious the Cyra is high-born by her impeccable posture and grooming; it's also obvious that she is not from Westeros, mainly because her dresses aren't nearly as concealing as most Westerosi fashion. Her dresses are of richly dyed silk that hugs her hourglass figure, and over the silk is lace; the lace also covers her arms, giving a sheer view of her deep caramel skin. There are several piercings on each ear, and the jewelry is emeralds and opals set in rose gold.

Her hair falls in a black waterfall to the small of her back, but apart from a formal occasions she leaves it down. When asked about her informality she'll laugh and say it makes her feel a child still. The truth is one of her handmaids that traveled with her to Dorne seems to be utterly useless with hair, or anything for that matter. As a result Cyra has her hair braided at night only.

Most who cross paths with her get a genuine smile that lifts her cheeks and dark eyes, and she naturally looks happy and at ease.


Frequently by her side is a man nearly twice her age and thrice her devilish good looks (at least according to him). His name is Dio Diosanta, Dio Dio for short, and was a rather infamous Tyroshi pirate, and while his name is still remembered both fondly and bitterly he has been in the service of the Vyraes family for about ten years. Now he is in Cyra's service as her personal bodyguard. He is as fond of her as if she were his own daughter, though they look nearly nothing alike.

Even with his ringmail armor he is quite the lithe and strong figure, quicker than one would expect for someone with his build. His hair and beard are blue save for the roots which are sun-bleached brown, as if he had dyed it without bothering to keep it up. His face, though it is clear he isn't quite forty, has obviously spent much time in the sun by the tan and slightly leathery quality. For a former pirate of his level of fame and lecherous gaze, he has surprisingly few scars; there's something unnerving about a pirate with a face that's only marked by the sun.