Lysandra
Trippin balls
[SIZE=36pt]LYSANDRA[/SIZE]
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
She turns to favour and to prettiness.'
Hamlet
NAME: Lysandra 'Lys' Izlay'tiFACTION: The Dominion
RANK: Lady in waiting/hobo
SPECIES: Near Human (Echani/Xasurian Hybrid)
AGE: 20
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Bi
HEIGHT: 5’2”
WEIGHT: 105 lbs
EYES: Icy blue
HAIR: Blonde, almost silver
SKIN: As white as white can be
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: Xasuri
LANGUAGES: Xasurian, Echani, Galactic Basic
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"An odd girl, chained to memories that never happened and friends that never existed."
STRENGTHS
- Uninhibited: Having cast away the tethers of doubt and self-consciousness in her formative years, the young woman has effectively ridden herself of the quandaries that plague the rest of society. Lysandra is not bound by morality or the mundane, she is the epitome of a free spirit, unrepressed by the rigidity of culture and tradition.
- Idealistic: A romantic who is constantly seeking a self-styled utopia of all things perfect, Lysandra is surprisingly charismatic for someone with her head so far in the clouds. Naturally seeking out what brings her joy, the young woman is relentless in her search for the 'good' things in the galaxy and whilst many may dispute her definition of 'good' they cannot deny Lysandra's drive to achieve what many deem impossible.
- Empathetic: Unlike the various myths and rumors concerning her behavior around others Lysandra actually enjoys the company of people, doing her best to entertain and uplift those that cross her path. The young woman is incredibly sensitive to the emotional states of others and this can cause certain reactions depending on the general moods of those she surrounds herself with. It is a common occurrence for Lysandra to actively avoid negativity in its various forms and will often try her best to uplift those experiencing pain or grief.
- Gentle: For all of her training in martial arts Lysandra still remains a pacifist, rarely ever allowing herself to engage in a fight with those that seek the aggressive route. Whilst slips in her mental state can alter this, the young woman generally avoids confrontation for more fulfilling activities. Whether this be a result of simply finding battles boring or because fighting could risk teh shedding of blood has yet to be determined.
- Agile: Lacking in the strength and ferocity of her Echani kin, Lysandra makes up for this with nigh unmatchable reflexes and dexterity. Her light frame assists in the swift movements and as a result her fighting style has evolved into something akin to a gracefully unpredictable dance routine. Flurries of kicks and punches will parry, strike and jab like crazed lightning.
"And so she twirled and twirled until the soles of her feet were bathed in crimson..."
WEAKNESSES
- Deranged: So far has Lysandra's consciousness wandered into a near perpetual state of euphoria that any chance of coaxing her back into a coherent state of mind have been deemed highly uncommon. Her grip on reality is fickle at best and the distinction between what her mind sees and what is real have become so blurred that the young woman is wholly convinced that her vibrant worldview is the standard. Whilst there are moments of clarity and self-awareness, they are rare and only ever witnessed in the company of those she trusts.
- Volatile: Whilst her passive and whimsical nature is generally the standard there can be the occasional slip in her mental equilibrium which will result in incredible aggression and volatility. What can start off as simple moodiness or grumpiness can quickly descend into outright rage if someone dared to provoke her. Although the specific trigger for these outbursts has yet to be determined it is generally agreed that infringements on places of beauty or harm to loved ones will provoke a reaction.
- Restless: Lysandra was never able to sit still, almost always getting distracted with the various sounds, sights and people that cross her path. Whilst not as overt as it was during her childhood, the young woman still finds concentrating on the monotonous or mundane incredibly difficult and will often fidget or lose herself in her thoughts.
- Reckless: There is little forethought or strategy when it comes to Lysandra's cognitive processes, the young woman preferring to improvise and tackle obstacles head on rather than consider the wider scheme of things. A risk-taker with little regard for her own safety, Lysandra has a habit of underestimating foes and situations due to her wild impetuousness.
- Hemophobic: The weakness above all other weaknesses, the one vice that can send the Echani flower-child into a trembling wreck. Strangely enough, the young woman finds little discomfort or distress from the sight of her own blood but that of others, something which can tip what is already a brittle mental state overboard. The inception of this phobia has been linked to her mother's accident, although Lysandra will neither confirm nor deny such a theory.
MISC.
- Cryptic: Rhymes and riddles, twisted verses that flood the maelstrom of her conscious, dance off the woman's lips without effort or forethought. Secrets are kept safe and secure within the maze that is Lysandra's mind.
- Chromesthesia: A neurological phenomenon that the young woman was born with, this enables her to see sound through vibrant colour. Lysandra knows the hue of anger and the shape of joy and will often seek out the pleasant experiences to keep her unique worldview colourful.
APPEARANCE
With a skinny frame and a small bust, Lysandra is unhindered by any excess weight and generally avoids wearing anything that would hamper her movement or weigh her down. Jewelry is kept to a minimum and cosmetics is only ever used to enhance her eyes or her lips, the colors she employs varying depending on a whole list of perimeters. Black is generally her go-to for eyeliner as it brings out the blue in her eyes, offering a nice contrast to her snowy skin as well.
Lysandra’s outfits are often reflective of her mental state, favoured attire consists of free flowing outfits, mainly dresses, which grant ease of movement and little constriction. She has no preference for color or design and will be seen in bright floral colours as much as she'd be seen in shimmery black velvoid and icy white lace. Although she cares little for modesty, the young woman is shrewd enough to wear outfits befitting certain situations and won't go out of her way to insult someone by being too provocatively dressed. It is commonplace for the young woman to go about barefoot but she will opt for open toed shoes when it is required or she's in the mood to do a little more walking than usual.
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BIOGRAPHY
'The Two Artists'
Born to Khaross Izlay'ti, a renowned Echani warrior, and Cressinia Ezydri, a travelling Xasurian artist, on the eve of the winter's harvest, Lysandra was the second daughter to Khaross from a previous coupling. Having already sired a daughter, Almira Magrath, with the infamous Duchess Magrath, Khaross had little difficulty in preparing himself for raising another child, unfortunately the same could not be said for Cressinia, who was still reeling from the pregnancy and the stress it took on her body. Although Lysandra was never planned the couple agreed that a child could strengthen their bond, as questions were being raised to their age difference of thirteen years. Prior to meeting the Echani warrior, Cressinia was a budding performer on her native home world, having presented pieces to the royal family on numerous occasions before her eventual travels across the galaxy. Fate saw the warrior and the young artist find comfort in each other's presence and whilst Cressinia missed her conceptually minded kin back home she could deny Khaross' charm nor his allure. Alas, much to Cressinia's disdain, Khaross' time was often spent training his first born in the Echani martial arts, a duty he saw to the upstart Almira and the haunting woman he was previously with. Knowing little in the way of nurturing a baby and not possessing the means to care for one that were readily available back on Xasuri, Cressinia plunged into post natal depression, her creative works quickly taking darker more malevolent forms as she dealt with the suffocating isolation. Doubts about her relationship with the older man gradually returned in fleeting whispers, the constant reminder of his previous relationship tugging her deeper into a paranoid state of mind. Why was he devoting his time to Almira and not to Lysandra?
Such worries plagued the young woman's mind, even after her blue eyed child stopped suckling at her breast and waddled around playing with flowers. Such concerns were unfounded, however, based on the woman instability and Khaross endeavored to prove himself a man with love enough for both of his daughters. Having noted his young partner's panicky state, the seasoned warrior saw it fitting that she return to her paint and performances and grant him the time to nurture the young Lysandra.
'Down the Rabbit Hole'
Whilst the combined parenting between the duo was tense at best, Lysandra grew up relatively well looked after and loved, often bouncing between the home worlds of her mother and father whenever that saw it fit to introduce her to aspects of their respective cultures. Both the Echani and the Xasurian were lovers of art, with one being more kinetic and focused on the thrill of battle and the other vouching for the refined conceptual creations found in galleries and museums. Lysandra was bred to be a purveyor of both, of combat and creativity and whilst the teachings of her father and mother were well intentioned and somewhat effective the young half breed quickly established herself as a purveyor of joy and colour.
'Odd' was commonly used to describe the girl and although many found her impish nature endearing others worried that, if not treated, her mental state would descend into dementia. Lysandra was always gazing at something non-existent, rarely ever regarding the boundaries set for her and had an incredibly bad habit of talking in riddles and rhyme whenever mood arose. Cressinia was appalled with the idea of regulating her child, convincing herself that her daughter simply viewed the world differently, whereas her partner thought it best to raise Lysandra in a safe, secure environment that wouldn't result in any of her exceptionally rare but deadly tantrums.
Both wanted what was best for their daughter but neither could arrive to an agreement and after several months arguing over the care and well being of their child, the twelve year old Lysandra was whisked away to Xasuri to live with her mother. Knowing that his younger, more gentle, daughter would see little in the way of returning to Eshan, Khaross ensured she was granted ample opportunity to train under him in the months that led to her departure. Whatever time was spent with her older half sister was strictly monitored by Cressinia at the time, the overly paranoid artist convincing herself that Almira would be nothing but trouble for her 'sweet little darling'. Being the dreamer that she was, Lys promised her father and older sister she would see them again, promising to send drawings and holos whenever she had the chance.
Unfortunately, such an idea was quickly suppressed by her mother.
'In the Garden of Eden'
Life on Xasuri was considerably different to her time back on Eshan, people were more strict and brawls weren't so commonplace as they were back on her father's planet. Lysandra grew up surrounded by the lavish flower gardens of her mother's family in the capitol city of Tari. Given the freedom to wander about her own little 'Eden', Lysandra's uninhibited nature only intensified as she grew older and experienced puberty. A troublemaker that saw no trouble in making trouble, unknowingly disregarding the traditions of the Xasuri, and a collector of all things pretty, the daughter of Cressinia quickly made a name for herself as the now established artist's greatest feat or most damning failure. Lys was beautiful, unhinged, impetuous and cryptic, a white haired enigma with her father's confidence and her mother's creativity.
Several years passed and the girl was met with offers to train under wandering Jedi, propositions to have her marry dashing dukes (even if she eagerly vouched for the other team) and join nomadic circuses famed for their unique displays of skills and talent. Most, if not all, offers were hastily rejected by Cressinia, the woman finding it all the more difficult to rein in her dreamy eyed daughter. Lysandra, caring little for marriage proposals and the like, spent much of her teenage years skipping through Tari, kissing girls and experiencing all the good life had to offer. Whilst such ventures often resulted in several mishaps with the authorities Lys was decidedly undeterred by the many who saw her reckless abandon harmful to her mother's already controversial status.
'Into Madness'
Alas, Lysandra's perpetually unflappable state of mind shattered on the eve of her fourteenth birthday. What had been framed as a freak accident by the ruling authorities, Cressinia was found dead in her house in a pool of her own blood, a nearby blade and brush painting the scene with droplets of the greusome crime scene. Some thought it a final art piece, a morbid reflection on the artists' existence in Xasurian society, whereas others saw it as a simple tragedy, a suicide resulting from her heartache at leaving her Echani lover...but there were a few who placed the blame on Lysandra, the 'odd' daughter with flowers in her hair and a foreboding twinkle in her eyes. None could prove such a conspiracy and many the theory brewing behind closed doors.
Something changed in Lysandra the moment Cressinia passed, the twinkle in her eyes was still there but more distant, the chiming laughter sending chills up the spines of her handlers rather than bursts of warmth. No one knew why and no one dared asked the girl herself, many believing it to be nigh impossible to even venture into her warped reality.
Several years since the death of Cressinia and all has slowly returned to normality in Tari, the infamous artists' daughter spending more and more time dancing and singing in the expansive flower garden of her mother. Many thought it simple therapy for a grieving young woman, a way to express herself without the constant surveillance previously given to her. Time and again she would wander from the confines of 'Eden', making friends, collecting trinkets...sending drawings to her father...
...and the sister she left behind.
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