Height: 5'1"
Weight: 104lbs

Lyria was a runt all her life, either through her upbringing or genetics, she'd never know. Not that she minded. Her small size had often been a blessing in the past as she could easily slip unnoticed, even on the busiest street. Her features were also nondescript, with wavy blonde hair and green eyes, she could easily pass as anyone.

When you do notice her, you'd see her upturned lips and a small weasel, named Niffa, peeking inquisitively through her neckline. The two seemed quite inseparable, with Lyria often responding to the furry critter's incessant chirping affectionately. Strangely enough, it seemed as though the creature could also understand her and, if you look close enough, you could see a semblance of intellect in those beady black eyes.

For clothing, Lyria preferred simple leather boots and plain, well-fitted dress in earthy brown or moss green colour. Anything that would let her blend in inconspicuously. Sleeves were also an annoyance and she'd often go without, weather permitting. Otherwise, she'd pick those with tight sleeves, as they tend to get in the way of her work. And, of course, no outfit could ever be complete without Niffa.