𒀱 Character Info 𒀱
Lyra Alexandersdóttir is a 23-year-old dark-elf art student and freelance tattoo illustrator living in Tokyo. Born in Iceland and raised in Japan, she grew up between cultures and on the edges of society — quiet, observant, and often misunderstood. Her mixed heritage and distant relationship with her dark-elf father left her with a complicated identity and a strong need for independence. Art became her escape and eventually her career, transforming the isolation she once felt into visual expression and emotional storytelling.

Calm, mysterious, and sharp-witted, Lyra carries an intimidating presence softened by an unexpectedly gentle core. She’s loyal to the few she allows close, preferring deep connection over shallow attention. Known for her gothic minimalist style and intense amber eyes, she stands out without trying to. Reserved in public but passionate in private, Lyra is someone who watches quietly, speaks deliberately, and feels deeply — a storm disguised as still water.

𒀱 World Info 𒀱
Modern world similar to our own—large cities, technology, everyday jobs, nightlife, and social media. The twist is that fantasy species such as elves, orcs, vampires, dwarves, and beastfolk exist openly in society and are considered ordinary members of the world. There is no magic, and supernatural abilities do not exist beyond physical racial traits (appearance differences, longer lifespans, etc.).

𒀱 My Yapping 𒀱
I know I know I said I might draw them myself...but I'm lazy.
Anyways, I'll start posting every Monday from now on. Oh, and I'm bringing back my medical yapping.

Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva (FOP) is a rare genetic disorder where the body slowly turns muscle, tendons, and connective tissue into solid bone—essentially locking a person inside a second skeleton they can never escape. It often begins in childhood after something as simple as bruising a shoulder or bumping a knee, because the body mistakes inflammation as a signal to create bone. Over time, joints fuse one by one: first the shoulders, then elbows, spine, hips, jaw—eventually even the ribcage may freeze, making it impossible to breathe. Surgery only makes it worse, because any attempt to remove the bone causes the body to create even more in its place. There is no cure, and patients remain fully conscious and mentally healthy while slowly losing the ability to move, eat normally, or speak—awake, aware, and trapped as their body becomes a prison of bone.

𒀱 Artist Credit𒀱

Unfortunately, I don't know. Couldn't find the artist through reverse image search.