γ Dossier γ
| γ NAME γ | Lyomie |
| γ NICKNAME γ | Omi |
| γ AGE γ | Mid Twenties ( ~ 26 ) |
| γ SPECIES γ | Tiefling |
| γ BIRTHDAY γ | January 6 |
| γ GENDER γ | AFAB ( It / She / They ) |
| γ ORIENTATION γ | Demisexual Demiromantic |
| γ LOCATION γ | Deep within the dark forests. |
| γ OCCUPATON γ | Wandering Recluse / Ambush Predator |
γ Personality γ
| γ MBTI γ | ISFP-T / Adventurer |
| γ TEMPERMENT γ | Choleric |
| γ ALIGNMENT γ | Chaotic Neutral |
| γ LIKES γ | Liver, Music, Blood, The colour Pink |
| γ DISLIKES γ | Yelling, Crying, Lightning |
| γ HOBBIES γ | Hunting, Collecting Flowers, Playing their lyre |
γ Details γ
| HEIGHT; | 4'11" / 150 cm. |
| SCaRS; | Cuts are littered across its body, most are difficult to see due to fur. |
| EYES; | Entirely black eyes, including irises & sclera. |
| MISC; | Padded paws on their forefeet & toes ; Light layer of fur that covers them completely, feels ; Long, sharp claws on its hands and feet ; Sharp teeth. |
| BODY LaNGUaGE; | Tends to fidget when standing in place. More comfortably idles around crouched or seated with their legs crossed. Tends to pick at its skin / bite herself and others when anxious, excited, or bored. |
| γ Verbal Language γ | Thoughts lyomie has tend to stay in its head, so to compensate, it uses body language to gesture or communicate; when she does speak, it refers to both itself and the person she is conversing with by the third person ( Will be automatically using the pronouns stated in bio / reply if it is not ever explicitly stated ) *Though it does not speak much, she still makes little occasional noises. They are more chatty the more comfortable they are. |
γ Abilities γ
β Infernal Flames β
Blood running with the hellish flames imbued with Asmodeus' essence, they can summon and control flames. Summoning flames consumes their energy and if left unchecked will either burn out or combust. Controlling already summon flames does not consume nearly as much energy. β Illuminate β
Touching objects small enough ( flowers, trinkets, etc ) envelopes them in a warm glowing light. Lasts at most an hour. β Heal β
Using skin to skin contact, the tiefling can heal any target of their injuries. Cannot restore lost limbs, cure ailments, or be used on the dead. β Hellish Rebuke β
Upon taking massive damage the tiefling immediately summons hellish flames that engulf the target. Hellish flames will also engulf Lyomie if killed. β Passive: Desperation β
The more damaged it becomes, the more the tiefling's flames grow in both volatility, strength, and size.
γ Backstory γ
Lyomie lived in a small village with their father, Inesh. Their mother had passed away long before it could be able to recall her face, leaving only her lyre as a gift to them. An almost bitter blessing that kept the tiefling from missing her, though still left the child yearning for an embrace she'd never receive. Voids left by her mother however were filled by her father and best friend, a girl named Terisi. Lyomie had burnt her upon the two's first interaction as the young girl accidentally snuck up on her, causing the tiefling to summon a small flame that hurled towards her. What should have been met with fear or anger, was instead met with a giggle. She was quite the lovely person, vibrant, sweet, and with a smile so wide, even it couldn't help but be smittenTerisi must have felt the same, though never fully ever outright confessed even as time went on, even as they swore they'd be eachother's companion for life.Such promises were broken the night where the village was consumed by flames. Raiders overwhelming families and friends in droves. Awoken by the screams of distress, Lyomie took her lyre and immediately ran to where Terisi lived, she needed to be okay. Stopped by the tiefling's father grabbing her, Inesh escaped by the window behind their home, rushing into the woods and ignoring the helpless begs and pleas from the girl to return for her friend.It wasn't long before they heard the sound of marauders in pursuit. Stopping just before a dead end; the cliff of a ravine, he looked down to see a river leading into the forest, trees spanning out for miles. Hearing steps quickly approaching them, he held onto his daughter tightly against his chest before jumping off the ledge, the sensation of falling causing her to slip into unconsciousness. Perhaps it was another cruel βblessingβ given to spare the little girl from listening to her father's spine snap upon impact of a rock, falling limp to the side as it landed on the ground, still alive.
When it finally awoke, it's eyes could only see his mangled corpse, life having left his eyes long before she had ever came to. It spent hours staring him down, body beyond repair yet the tiefling patiently waited for him to move. He had to move. He was tired. But.. . he's not breathing. But.. . He's tired. He'll wake up. Won't he?More hours passed, but still not a twitch of his muscle, winds only teasings with wifts passed his hair. How much longer would he sleep?...How long would she keep hoping it's true?It wouldn't have been so bad to simply lay there forever, it was far too quite for there to have been anything nearby, with only gentle noises of rushing water filling the air. Perhaps it'd simply fall asleep, and pass on with him.It was grim, wishful thinking, one that was quickly diminished as hunger began to settle into Lyomie's mind. Days had passed, and their stomach had began to growl louder than the river, acids eating the tiefling's insides alive. It needed to eat Something. But even if the aching pain has dulled with time's passing, she was far too weak to forage, and there was nothing nearby that it could see.. ....
.. .Nothing except her father, he had taught her that all living things were all made of the same flesh, from the smallest rodent, to the largest beast.Slowly it crawled towards the corpse, climbing over dampened rocks until she sat next to him. Staring down, the young girl could hardly recognize that this as her father, a body that had now began to decay. Starvation urged Lyomie to sink it's claws into his stomach, ripping through clothes as it began to tear at his flesh. She had to be quick, she must, it hurt so much not to eat, and the worms that lived beneath the dirt did not deserve to eat.Raw, bloodied meat was desperately shoved into the girl's maw, their body trembling from a rush of adrenaline and panic. It ate more... and more, heaving and gagging from strong metallic flavours so pungent and rotten. The taste was so horrible it had wanted to throw up, but satisfaction of consuming made her resist the urge, eventually shoving itself away from the body before falling onto the floor.Loss of hunger made way to new waves of pain, obsidian orbs glancing down towards the unrecognizable body of Inesh, most flesh torn from the bone. Covered in the blood of her father, Lyomie finally realized that she was all alone, Inesh, Terisi, and her home destroyed and lost to her...
Years passed since that night, at first the tiefling had tried to find a way out of forest, her father had always talked about the world that lived beyond their tiny village. But as the days, turned into weeks; and weeks turned into months, both hope and sanity dwindled with each animal it killed, and with each drop of blood it tasted. What was once a means to preserve the tiefling's energy instead of cooking flesh was now it's main source of comfort.Memories began to fade with the passage of time, smaller thing like what did the bakerman's face look like? What was the name of the boy who teased them? But eventually much more important things had begun to slip, her mind far to muddied by stress and survival. Where had this instrument come from? How did she come to be living here? Answers that were once embedded in her mind now a foggy blur, forming excruciating migraines whenever it had tried to remember.Months turned into years, and eventually Lyomie had succumbed to it's life of complete isolation. With only her name and the lyre gifted from her forgotten loved one, she remains wandering around the forest till this day, waiting for her next meal.
