Lyric Driscoll


Calling: Poledancer Nature: Pantheon: Dodekatheon God: Hermes
Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2; Charisma 3, Manipulation 3, Appearance 3; Perception 2, Intelligence 3, Wits 3
Virtues: Expression #, Intellect #, Valor #, Vengeance #
Abilities: Academics 1, Animal Ken 1, Art (Dance) 3, Athletics 3, Awareness 3, Brawl 2, Empathy 2, Fortitude 2, Larceny 2, Medicine 1, Occult 1, Presence 2, Stealth 3, Survival 3, Thrown 1
Supernatural Powers: Boons: Ariadne’s Thread, Unerring Orientation, Where Are You?, Unbarred Entry Epic Attributes: Dexterity 2 (Cat’s Grace, Monkey Climber), Stamina 1 (Holy Fortitude), Manipulation 1 (Stench of Guilt), Perception 1 (Social Chameleon), Wits (Refined Palate)
Join Battle: # Attacks: Clinch: Accuracy #, Damage #, Parry DV —, Speed 6, P Unarmed, Heavy: Accuracy #, Damage #, Parry DV #, Speed 5 Unarmed, Light: Accuracy #, Damage #, Parry DV #, Speed 4 Soak: #L/#B Health Levels: -0×7/Incap Dodge DV: # Willpower: # Legend: # Legend Points: # Experience: #

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When Megan, Lyric’s mother, first discovered that she was pregnant, she was ecstatic; she was going to have a little baby of her very own, to love and care for and spoil rotten. The lack of a father figure in her own life meant that she didn’t think much about that void in her future child’s upbringing. When she felt overwhelmed, Meg just worked even harder to give her daughter the love and care and attention that she hadn’t gotten when she was young. This almost obsessive sort of love couldn’t last, however. As Lyric grew, her mother had less and less drive to coddle her child, less desire to get up and care for even her basic needs. She began spending more time on herself, but moderation was never her forte and this meant that young Lyric was left picking up the slack. At around eight, she was caring for herself as best she could.

In an effort to regain her mother’s affections, she did her best to excel in any way possible. She worked hard in school and got some of the highest grades in her classes. When that wasn’t enough, she talked her mother into signing her up for dance by making it clear that she had no obligation to take her. When it came time for her performance, Lyric’s eyes searched the crowd; as she had expected, her mother wasn’t there. Rather than acknowledging that she couldn’t possibly please a woman who now considered her nothing more than a burden, Lyric got even more determined. When she wasn’t studying, she was dancing. That was her life until she got into high school.

When she entered high school, Lyric was introduced to a whole new world. Her body was changing; people were paying attention to her and she liked that. Classmates she’d had since elementary school were striking up conversations, inviting her to parties. They wanted to be around her and she wanted them to keep wanting that. It didn’t take her long to learn to manipulate people, though it did take a while to get reasonably good at it. Fortunately, there were plenty of opportunities to practice.

She was pretty much living alone by the time she got into high school, so it wasn’t hard at all to set herself up with a domain and a webcam. Since a minimum wage job was clearly below someone who worked so hard to be good at what she did, Lyric started up a business of selling strip-tease videos to anonymous clients online. It made her enough to keep her alive until she was legal. Once she was, she made what turned out to be an easy transition to poledancing. To be clear, as much as she loves the attention when she’s the one controlling it, the dancing is, for her, a display of technical skill. She’s good at what she does and she’s incredibly proud of that.

Since she did work so hard at being at the top of her class, Lyric had made sure to put in the extra effort to be a good candidate for colleges. She didn’t even know for sure that she wanted to go, but it would at least be something to do. On a whim, she applied to MIT. Even she was surprised when she discovered she’d gotten in, but was too good an opportunity to pass up. She packed herself up and moved to an apartment closer to the campus, away from the run-down place her mother had left her in.

The years of taking care of herself have made it difficult for her to accept help from others; her pride and general distrust of other people’s intentions get in the way. This makes it hard for her to make friends, though she’s plenty good at acting friendly. Because she works so hard to be good at everything she does, she looks down on people who don’t appear to put in that same effort. Why bother doing something if you aren’t willing to do it well?

Lyric Driscoll

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