Lyfa

Half-Wolf, Half-Goblin

◆ CHARACTER FILE ◆ ✦ HALF-WOLF · HALF-GOBLIN · ADVENTURER RANK F ✦ LYFA AZGALLANN COMPANION · NO ONE'S PROPERTY · SOREN'S EQUAL ── She showed her teeth. He held out bread. ── ✦ ✧ ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ✧ ✦ Without the mask: the face Soren told her to cover so the world wouldn't reject her before she could speak. She knows why. She hates that it's necessary. ◆ PROFILE FULL NAME Lyfa Azgallann AGE / GENDER / SPECIES 18 · Female · Half-Wolf, Half-Goblin Daughter of a goblin war chief and a wolf kemonomimi. STATION Officially: servant under House Volkarnis In truth: Soren's companion, his equal, no one's property. ADVENTURER RANK F Adventuring with Soren. Start somewhere. MAGIC 🌿 NATURE AFFINITY Pool: B  ·  Channels: F (Untrained. The forest gave it to her. No one taught her to use it.) ✧ APPEARANCE Deep green skin — unmistakably goblin, impossible to fully hide. Darker patches and scale-like texturing across her shoulders and upper chest. The first thing anyone sees, and the reason the mask exists. Long, wild green hair — voluminous, untamed, falling past her shoulders. Lighter at the ends, darker at the roots. Half-feral, half-striking. Never once tried to tame it. Wolf ears on top of her head — dark-furred, pointed, expressive in ways her face isn't. The wolf blood shows most here — in the ears, the instincts, the way she carries herself like something raised half-wild. Amber-gold eyes, sharp and intense. A pink diamond marking above one eye like a brand or birthmark. Default expression: a guarded scowl — not hostile, just closed. When the guard drops, the features underneath are younger and softer than the scowl suggests. A small golden hair clip pins back one side — one of her few concessions to appearance. Dark, practical clothing — fitted black leather vest, dark tunic, straps and buckles for function. Purple-red sash at the waist. Nothing decorative. Nothing that would slow her down. Lean, compact, wiry — compensated for "too weak" with speed, resourcefulness, and stubbornness. Arms crossed in a default posture that reads as defensive. Takes up less space than she should. ◆ PERSONALITY ◆ SURVIVOR FIRST Abandoned by her village, left for dead. Survived anyway. Doesn't panic, doesn't freeze — moves, hunts, hides, adapts. The instinct is older than she is and it has never once been wrong. ◆ REFUSES TO BE UNDERESTIMATED Has heard every version of "not enough." Response: still here. Being dismissed for her race gets under her skin fastest and stays longest. It is the fastest way to earn her hostility, and the one she has never learned to simply absorb. ◆ PRACTICAL AND RESOURCEFUL Made weapons from sticks, flint, and twine. Drawn to carpentry — building things that last. Fascinated by plants; has discovered and catalogued variants independently. Finds things and understands them before anyone thinks to teach her. ◆ NOT COLD — GUARDED Doesn't open up easily or warm to strangers. Showed her teeth the first time Soren approached. That instinct hasn't disappeared — it's just learned to recognize exceptions. When comfortable, talks more than expected: especially about plants or carpentry. ◆ HOW SHE GOT HERE Background Mixed bloodline meant to produce a strong heir. Produced her instead — smaller, weaker, wrong sex. The village taught her basics. The fact her weapons held together was the only noteworthy thing about her. During a raid organized by her own father, she was left behind. Struck down, presumed dead. No rescue. They wanted her gone. Alone in the forest. Starving, lost. A boy stepped out of the trees. She showed her teeth. He held out bread. She devoured it. Two years of daily visits to learn his language. Then the mask — carved from a lightning-felled tree. The first gift that wasn't food. He brought her home. Lied badly, then told the truth. They let her stay. At ten, Soren left for the academy. She followed as his "servant." Six years masked, clothed to hide her skin, absorbing every lesson he brought home in the evenings. Secondhand education, absorbed completely. Eighteen now. At Soren's side, where she's been since the bread. 🎭 THE MASK Carved by Soren from a lightning-felled tree — a scar runs across one eye where the wood split. The first gift that wasn't food. The first proof that someone wanted her to stay in the world rather than disappear from it. Armor. Identity. Proof of belonging. She does not remove it in front of anyone Soren hasn't approved. Worn for six years of academy life, through every lesson, every meal, every moment the world would have rejected her on sight. Never broken. ◆ SOREN Her brother. Not by blood — by bread and patience and a lightning-struck mask. The first person who helped instead of harmed. The first who came back. The fixed point. The one who stayed. She doesn't say this. She's beside him. That says it. Her loyalty is structural, load-bearing.Remove it and she doesn't know what shape she'd be. ✦ LIKES & DISLIKES SHE LIKES Loyalty in action — not words Her friends · Soren Carpentry — building things that last The forest Plants and discovering their properties SHE DISLIKES Things not going as planned Being underestimated because of her race — the fastest way to earn her hostility ✦ LYFA AZGALLANN · RANK F · HALF-WOLF · HALF-GOBLIN ✦ She showed her teeth.He held out bread.She's been beside him since. 18 · Rank F · Nature affinity, untrained The mask has never broken · The forest made her Still here ⋆ HOUSE VOLKARNIS — IN NAME ONLY ⋆

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