Lydia Starfarer

A young woman with scarlet red messy hair, this mercenary is far more than meets the eye. Often found lurking in bars or pubs, her greataxe strapped to her back, she's always fond of conversation. A myriad of silvery scars mark her skin, evidence of a life spent fighting. In quieter moments, she can be heard humming songs from places long forgotten. She speaks rarely of her family, only speaking of her dearest dog, Popoto, and is known to be somewhat evasive when asked where she comes from. Lydia does not speak of her past, at least not without a considerable amount of difficulty. Notably, she speaks with the slightest of accents, unrecognizable to those untraveled.

To her friends, she is fiercely protective and would give her life for those dearest to her if it came down to it. To her enemies, she is a vicious combatant, skilled and well trained in the art of fighting. This Scarlet Siren is unafraid to fight dirty if it assures her victory, it's how she's survived this long after all. After eighty eight summers walking the surface of the star, there is much she has seen and much which has left its mark on her mind. Typically bright and bubbly, positive and pleasant, she can be prone to lashing out in anger if provoked or pushed too far.

Bright and vibrant, she is passionate to an extreme. Hard-headed and stubborn, she is unafraid to fight for what she believes to be right both morally and politically though she is open to discussion on most topics. On some, she will not budge her opinion, thoughts forged over years of reinforced experiences. Impulsive at times, she can be known to rush into fights with beasts, especially when emotionally distressed, in an effort to release some of the emotion held within her through physical means. This more often results in her being injured, adding to the many scars that lace her skin.