Villager: Lyric
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Villager Info
ID: #21128
Name: Lyric
Gender: Male
Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 9 years, 5 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: Glaive
Species: Wickerbeast
Color: Skull
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
An orphan, Lyric was originally adopted by a village situated in a humble countryside. He is one of the first few to Turn after the events of the Return, an unfortunate circumstance that mutated his appearance from a handsome young man to into a hideous beast-like visage. Chased from the only home he knew, Lyric later found solace in Cynthia and has been with her since. Despite the trauma of his past, he retains a noble and knightly personality and is a friend to many animals and wildlife, using them as a form of therapy to aid other Turned.
Jobs:
Story:
Jobs:
Animal Husbandry - Surprisingly, animals are not afraid of Lyric's monstrous appearance.
Tailor - When not taming animals or fighting monsters, Lyric enjoys sewing and creating outfits.
Warrior - Living life as an orphan taught him many things about fighting. A retiree, although his skills with the blade are not yet dull.
Tailor - When not taming animals or fighting monsters, Lyric enjoys sewing and creating outfits.
Warrior - Living life as an orphan taught him many things about fighting. A retiree, although his skills with the blade are not yet dull.
Story:
"...so there are others like me..." The girl spoke softly with measured words while he was caught up in his own shock. Her ears twitched, feline in shape, and a long furred tail whipped out from underneath the folds of her cloak. "Name's Cynthia. What's yours?"
On its own accord, his mouth opened to betray his name. He clamped the traitorous thing shut. Seeing this the girl only smiled.
"What, don't you trust me? I'm just like you, you know?" Pulling aside the fraying fabric, the catgirl revealed her warped body, an asymmetric mess of human and cat barely hidden under the yellowing bandages. Slash scars marred the tanned skin on the left side of her chest while fresher wounds on her human arm crusted with dried blood. On her right hip where dark fur once grew was the vestiges of a burn, leaving the twisted flesh underneath pink and raw.
He remembered their faces then, when people he once thought of as family turned uglier than sin, slashing with their pitchforks and torches. He winced. "...did they do that to you?"
"What, this?" Cynthia grinned. "Nah, I did it to myself when I Turned. The burn? I wanted to feel human again." She snorted. "Hurt like a bitch."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
She rolled her eyes, jerking a clawed thumb towards the direction of aged stone cottages and golden fields of wheat. "Because I saw what happened to you, Skullface, and I know what you're going through. I want to help."
He watched her carefully. Even though she was hard to read, the girl seemed genuinely sincere about her offer. And perhaps scared, just as he was. Lonely too.
Just like I am.
She crossed her arms, resting dainty human fingers on a furred elbow. "So, how about it? Wanna stick together for a while?"
He looked into her eyes.
"Lyric."
"...what?"
"That's my name."
She smiled and gods it was beautiful. "Now was that so hard?"
On its own accord, his mouth opened to betray his name. He clamped the traitorous thing shut. Seeing this the girl only smiled.
"What, don't you trust me? I'm just like you, you know?" Pulling aside the fraying fabric, the catgirl revealed her warped body, an asymmetric mess of human and cat barely hidden under the yellowing bandages. Slash scars marred the tanned skin on the left side of her chest while fresher wounds on her human arm crusted with dried blood. On her right hip where dark fur once grew was the vestiges of a burn, leaving the twisted flesh underneath pink and raw.
He remembered their faces then, when people he once thought of as family turned uglier than sin, slashing with their pitchforks and torches. He winced. "...did they do that to you?"
"What, this?" Cynthia grinned. "Nah, I did it to myself when I Turned. The burn? I wanted to feel human again." She snorted. "Hurt like a bitch."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
She rolled her eyes, jerking a clawed thumb towards the direction of aged stone cottages and golden fields of wheat. "Because I saw what happened to you, Skullface, and I know what you're going through. I want to help."
He watched her carefully. Even though she was hard to read, the girl seemed genuinely sincere about her offer. And perhaps scared, just as he was. Lonely too.
Just like I am.
She crossed her arms, resting dainty human fingers on a furred elbow. "So, how about it? Wanna stick together for a while?"
He looked into her eyes.
"Lyric."
"...what?"
"That's my name."
She smiled and gods it was beautiful. "Now was that so hard?"
