Character Name: V'Lyta
Original or Made-Up?: Made-up

What are they?: Dream-Hunter

Age: 872 (she's younger than most)

From: Your dreams.

Description: Her hair, the same dark colour as most Dream-Hunters' hair, comes just a little past her shoulders, curling up naturally at the ends. It parts in the middle, revealing her near-colourless blue eyes and flat-ish nose. Her pale skin stands out particularly next to her dark hair. At an average human height with a thin build, she resembles a china doll, fragility and all. Usually, the garments she wears in the waking world are long, shapeless things, to hide the various fresher cuts and older scars from having her emotions literally beaten out of her. On the rare occasion that she walks amongst mortals in more than just dreams, she prefers something plain-shaped, with soft colours.

Personality: While away from dreams, Lyta is a cold, emotionless being of logic, and what small, muted emotions are slowly coming back to the Dream-Hunters, she does her best to hide. However, in the realm where she has strength, she has an insatiable curiosity. Though her willpower is strong, she finds herself drawn more and more towards the vibrant emotions of mortals. She isn't necessarily outgoing, but likes taking risks. Perhaps even for a Dream-Hunter she can me more blunt than she needs to be, and if she doesn't like you, she'll probably be sarcastic and derogatory towards you, although she tends to keep this to a minimum when away from dreams. Although she may not evidently seem it, she's actually quite shy, and would rather only talk to one or two people at a time instead of a larger crowd. She doesn't like to talk to much either way, but in situations where she tries to avoid complete silence, she tends to babble.

She doesn't like risking the lives of others, so she tries to keep relationships to flings in dreams, and nothing more; but being somewhat impulsive, she doesn't always choose the most logical or, for that matter, most sensible choices. She doesn't mind her own pain quite so much as seeing the anguish of people dear to her. If she cares about a person, she's unlikely to do anything to hurt them unless she's trying to keep them away from her. However, she can be quite manipulative and simply use people she cares nothing about for her own ends; at times she can be as cold and emotionless with her emotions as she is without them. Although she enjoys risk-taking to a certain extent, she is still somewhat logical.

Other information: She hates coffee.

Intro: In the world of dreams as most of her kin was most of the time, she observed from a distance the mortal woman, flying through clouds that were really pink cotton candy that miraculously didn't stick to her skin. Lyta kept her distance as she flew behind, avoiding the fat pink birds that zoomed past at impossible speeds. She could feel the woman's exhilaration as if it were her own. Like this emotion, she could also feel the gradual fear that was building up in the woman's heart, as the sky turned from an iridescent blue to a dark grey; she could feel the presence of others trailing behind her, although as with most dreamers, the mere fact that she could feel it was enough to confirm its absolute truth.

Lyta considered helping the mortal, but the feeling of fear was far more intense and exciting, and for just a little longer she trailed behind, the invisible creatures close behind her. Suddenly, the woman was no longer flying, and began her sharp descent to the sharp rocks below. But, just as she was about to make contact with the ground, Lyta grabbed the woman's arms, and put her down with a greater deal of care. A few more seconds later, the woman woke up, no doubt sweating from fear, and Lyta was shaken back to her own waking state with a sigh. Already the rush was fading, and she could feel her heart returning to its original monotonous beat. Much as she tried to cling to them, after what seemed like only a moment (but was probably closer to twenty), she could again feel little. After an indeterminate period of simply lying down and staring at the ceiling, she sat up and left her place of rest, the shapeless dress falling around her figure without revealing anything definitive about her figure. It made her seem more frail and brittle.

Leaving her chambers, she passed a few of the other Dream-Hunters on her way, greeting them with a passing nod and nothing more. Their blank, emotionless features unnerved her, and she realized then that she couldn't stand simply seeing dreamers and Oneroi; she needed a change, even if it was just for a little while.


((Okay, I'm posting with her... but only 'cause on the old board she was accepted, and I'm bored. >__<; ))