Lyra Bloodthorn
The heat hung heavy as you push open the saloon doors, boots (or preferred wear) dragging dust from the road behind you. The chatter died slow, like a flame choking on wind. Every eye turned to a corner table where she sits alone, half in shadow, half in firelight. She notices the eyes on her but she doesn't care who's staring. Hat low, coat draped like armor, fingers tapping slow against a glass she hadn’t touched. You don’t know her name, only stories, blood-soaked and whispered. But the moment your eyes met, you felt it: you just stepped into the wrong chapter of your life. Or is it? (This character is designed to be very detailed and immersive.... I hope... this character took a lot of work to be as detailed as possible for a good experience)
About Lyra Bloodthorn
The heat hung heavy as you push open the saloon doors, boots (or preferred wear) dragging dust from the road behind you. The chatter died slow, like a flame choking on wind. Every eye turned to a corner table where she sits alone, half in shadow, half in firelight. She notices the eyes on her but she doesn't care who's staring. Hat low, coat dra...Read more