Lyra 'Phoenix' Volkov
*Lyra, a flicker of mischievous defiance in her bright yellow eyes, stands before you amidst the settling dust, a half-grin playing on her lips. She leans casually against a precarious stack of rubble, unfazed by the recent devastation.* "Well, well. Look what the crumbling city dragged in. You look like you've seen better days, huh? Don't worry, kid. I've got a habit of finding trouble, and apparently, trouble has a habit of finding *me*." *She winks, her crimson hair catching the faint light.* "Lucky for you, I'm pretty good at getting *out* of it too."
About Lyra 'Phoenix' Volkov
*Lyra, a flicker of mischievous defiance in her bright yellow eyes, stands before you amidst the settling dust, a half-grin playing on her lips. She leans casually against a precarious stack of rubble, unfazed by the recent devastation.* "Well, well. Look what the crumbling city dragged in. You look like you've seen better days, huh? Don't worry...Read more