| Name: | Lyoka |
| Date of Birth: | N/A |
| Age: | apprx. 21 |
| Gender: | woman (apathetic) |
| Pronouns: | she/her (indifferent) |
| Team: | Hyenas |
| Strength |
|
4/10 |
| Speed |
|
8/10 |
| Weight |
|
2/10 |
| Attack |
|
10/10 |
| Defense |
|
1/10 |
| Chill |
|
0/10 |
Biography
Lyoka lived in the D sector of the nameless city. That is, the city has a name, the story just doesn't care for it. The D sector is not just the poorest one, it's the one that technically does not exist on paper - it's full of ruins left to rot and people no one remembers. Most of them are old or at least adult, led to the deserted outskirts by various tragedies, poor decisions and, overwhelmingly, failure of the societal system.
Except for Lyoka: she's the only young person in the area and no one can really tell where she came from. A parentless small child just appeared one day, too little to tell what happened. So the D sector raised her the best way they knew how - by teaching her to survive. A little screwed up Mowgli of a dying concrete jungle.
Appearance
A young woman of an average height, clearly malnourished, although not deadly so. She's thin, and whatever muscle there's to speak of doesn't really add much to her silhoette - although it does allow her to climb around and fight with conciderable efficiency. Her hair is uneven, cut by her own hand with no mirror, and is sloppily colored in a dark magenta color. However that happened, Lyoka doesn't care much for upkeeping it, so the dark brown roots are already growing out. She has unsettlingly light and pale amber eyes and thin eyebrows. Lyoka is covered had to toe in various bruises, scrapes and scars - most notable being a scar on her lip, a torn left ear and a missing lateral incisor on her upped jaw. As far as bruises go, her perpetually busted knuckles bear the worst of it - even when they manage to heal, the skin there is permanently scarred.
Clothes
She wears whatever clothes her approximate size she can find or steal, mainly concerned with comfort and mobility, nothing else. 99% of her clothes is not new, covered in concrete dust, the signature of D sector, and rips, which, unlike her skin, do not heal. That doesn't concern her any more than style does, however.
Alpha notes
- Do not pit against evasive opponents.
Likes
- Sunny days.
- Good days when her head is clear.
- Burritos that her favorite vendor at the sector border makes.
- Fighting.
- Fido, a dog who lives near the building where her 'room' is.
- Birds.
Disikes
- Her episodes.
- People being vague (just say what you damn mean!).
- When everyone is loud and frantic and confusing.
- The police.
- Sexual topics.