Born to a Biqaj woman and a man from the Dust Quarters, Lyn had never lived the comfortable life. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her and left her in the care of her father, Darrian. Truth be told, the young woman could not even remember what her mother looked like – only that her father always said that the resemblance was stunning. It never did matter to Lyn, however, for Darrian was good father and it was enough.
For some reason, Darrian had always been a devout follower of Ilaren, always telling her stories and reminding her that life under the Immortal was good. It had always sounded a bit odd to Lyn, seeing that life wasn’t good for them. There were days where she woke up with hunger pangs and night where she shivered so hard that she feared her teeth might break. But her father never seemed to lose faith in Ilaren and the girl was more than happy to pretend. She liked how he always seemed to have hope that some day their lives would be better.
Then one day, this one day, a redheaded man was running out of the gates and through the Dust Quarters. Father was taking her to the market that day, promising to buy her some sweets. The man ran right pass them, with the City Guards running in pursuit. Seeing this, her father – being the proud citizen of Rharne – decided to meddle and tackle the fleeing man. Everything was a blur from that point on. The two men were yelling and scuffling and cursing. Lyn was standing close by but couldn’t seem to make her body move. Then there was a flash of heat and red in front of her. Her father screamed, calling her name. She turned to run, but then there was this pain, such excruciating pain. The world went dark after. It was the fire people, the Aukari her father always warned her about – that realization came much later.
A City Guard found her still curled besides her father’s charred remains, on the brink of death. Being an orphan, the city easily sent her off to an orphanage in the Earth Quarters. The children were mean and unwelcoming, knowing where she came from. They made fun of the scar she had, constantly reminding her that she was deformed. Lyn hated it, hated it so much that it fueled her anger. It was more reason to blame the Aukari for everything that went wrong in her life.
When she turned sixteen, Lyn wasted no time to offer herself as a novitiate to the Thunder Priestesses. It was the only way she could think of to get her revenge against the followers of Faldrun. Her mentor, Alia, seemed to sense this in her and refused to graduate her when her fellow novitiates did. To say the least, Lyn was furious at the decision, but there was little that she could do. With most of her training already finished, Alia focused on teaching her about Ilaren, insisting that she could only be granted the title Priestess if she let go of her grudge and gave her live to Ilaren wholly. Lyn respected and is quite fond of her mentor, but it was very difficult for her to let everything go when she could see its reminder in the mirror every damn day.
Later it was clear to her that she had to pretend. Slowly, she stopped questioning her orders and served faithfully as she followed Alia through her missions. Fortunately, the act was not so difficult - Lyn had no qualms in serving Ilaren, after all their goals did align. It took some time, but Alia finally believed that her novitiate had mostly
let go of her ideas of vengeance. At age eighteen, Lyn finally graduated as a Thunder Priestess.
To this day, Lyn served faithfully as an agent for Ilaren, succeeding every mission sent her way. She was not the best Priestess, but certainly very good. As all Priestesses did, she was paired with a Lightning Knight, Leth, who she quickly got along with. They worked well together and was slowly getting well known.
To most people, Lyn is known as a charming young woman. She is quick to smile and laugh, with a tongue as sharp as the dagger she always carries. She likes the attention she can get by enrapturing others with her confidence and wiles. Most people might find her pleasant and easy to like, albeit a bit distant. From her habit of partying and drinking, it is almost difficult to imagine her as a priestess.
Though she might seem like someone who always says her mind, Lyn usually picks and chooses her words carefully. When asked about her past, the young woman has a habit of shutting down and brushing away the topic smoothly. Her lack of trust in others makes it difficult for her to form lasting friendships. Lyn believes that there is no one in this world that she could rely on. Socializing is merely a way for her to entertain herself. Still, Lyn knows how being likable will save her a lot of trouble and prove to be beneficial in her line of work. Making people believe things that are not true is her gift, you can say. However, if anyone succeeds in gaining her affection, they will know just how fiercely loyal and protective Lyn can be for her constant fear of losing them.
Lyn can be seen in her most raw and true self while she is in the heat of a mission. Serving in the Warrior Branch for the Thunder Priestess had honed her into a cold-blooded spy, tuning her anger and vengeance into a weapon. She thinks nothing of tricking and deceiving people, considering a part of her job. As part of her training, Lyn had almost mastered the art of keeping a cool head. Despite her denial, her emotions tend to steer her actions where the Aukaris are involved, often going out of her way to murder them given the chance. She never stopped blaming Faldrun and his followers for her father’s death and the scar marring her back.
That being said, Lyn’s relationship with the order and Ilaren is rather complicated. She had no qualms in serving Ilaren for their goals align, but she has never quite perfected an undying faith either. Her decision to join the order also did not come from a willingness to serve an immortal, but the young woman had merely seen an opportunity to hurt Aukaris and gain more power to continue her work. Lyn possesses a respect for Ilaren, for her willingness to defend mortals and destroy Sirothelle, but not nearly as much faith.