LYRE Played By: Keira Character Name: Lyre Cub Name (if any): Greenleaf Previous Names (if any): Oddnut (called behind his back as a pup) Race: Wolf-blooded Gender: Male Age: 321 Height: 4'0" Build: Lightly muscled but overall lean and wiry. Hair Color: Honey blond and slightly wavy to mid-back. Eyes: Large and almond-shaped, grey-green in color. Skin Color: pale by nature, but with a light tan from travel. Facial Features: Heart-shaped face with a slightly square chin, Lyre's face bears a permanently open and congenial if not damn right beaming expression. Voice: Musical and lilting voice of the irrepressible hipster. Mental Voice: Watch out, he'll sneak you a bit of the zen guru here just when you've got your pants down *ahem* so to speak! Hearing this voice in your head is hearing absolute inner peace. Scars, Birthmarks, Etc.: none Occupation: treeshaper Lovemate: Everyone! Well, open to everyone! Lifemate: not had the honor yet ;) Recognized: He's certainly not had -this- honor yet, but he can't wait! Family: Moonbeam( Mother, Dead), Cloudhead(Father, Dead) Children: None. Usual Clothing: Tan breeches to the knee, green half-vest woven from darker and lighter strips of leather. He strips tie off into a short fringe to the waist. Pale celery green headband that keeps most of his unruly hair out of his eyes. Heavy Clothing: the above plus dark green leather boots tied with leather thongs, and a cream-colored woven wool long sleeve shirt. Light Clothing: just the breeches Jewelry/Adornments: A wooden pendant that he shaped into the semblance of the twining branches of a tree. Weapons/Tools: spear and medium sized belt knife. Special Items: The lyre he shaped from his first holt's father tree, and the smile he wears EVERYWHERE! Magic: Sending, wolf-bonding Fears: Life is too short for fear. Anything that even vaguely inspires fear Lyre goes out of his way to try to understand and cherish and love for the unique and beautiful thing that it is. Likes: Everyone! Everyone and everything else under the two moons. Dislikes: What's to dislike in this paradise of a world? Personality: Lyre, the peace-loving flower child would give you the shirt off his back, his only morsel of food, and the last breath of air he had to breathe. If he has even the slightest trace of temper no one in the known world has been able to find it. This elf is high on life and isn't coming down! He'll greet your scowl with a wink, your sneer with a hug, and your friendship with a loyalty that has no equal. Due to his unflagging optimism, he has a talent for infuriating the more cynical and serious of the tribe. But any who share even a glimmer of his idealistic nature find him a perfect confidant. Lyre will play his lyre anytime for anyone who asks and his singing is always of the joys of leaf and acorn and the beauty of life. Sees Self As: Happy, with extra happy to share! History: Lyre was raised to love the land and all living things by his gentle parents Moonbeam and Cloudhead. Born to the treeshaper and herbalist of the tribe, it was little surprise when his plantshaping abilities began to show themselves. As a Wolfrider, Lyre was hardly sheltered from death and violence in the world, but he always saw them in a different way than everyone else. When his parents froze to death while gathering during the most severe winter the tribe had ever seen, he smiled happily as if it were the best news in the world. They were with the High Ones now after all! It, like all things, was a reason to rejoice! The more tactful elders told the other children not to tease him, that he was just "special." But Lyre's unique perspective on life swiftly earned him the reputation of being somewhat of a nut-job. In fact, behind his back, the young Greenleaf was mockingly dubbed Oddnut. Of course he knew, but decided it must naturally be a term of endearment. If he could bring laughter and happiness to anyone's life, he was sure pleased to do it! When Lyre began "hearing voices" calling to him, the tribe's harmless resident madman was smiled and nodded at, as usual. He was always telling them about the voices of the plants and trees that talked to him, why should this be any different? It was only when Spirit-Teller began hearing the same far away call that the tribe took serious heed. Lyre was thrilled to be "chosen" to follow the voice's call along with Teller, almost as thrilled as his tribe was to see him go! Quote: *especially poignant in pouring rain* High Ones, what a beautiful day!