Lyra was a feared monster hunter. She was known for her legendary hunts and beast kills. Whether it was in the hunting community of outside, people knew her name, and feared it. She stood at about 6'1, with a lean athletic build, being slightly curvy with an average chest size.

Lyra had two large wolves. One of them named Sparta, a large white coloured wolf with remarkably sharp fangs, claws, and golden eyes. While the other wolf was Cleopatra, the larger wolf, with deep black fur and red eyes. Sparta was more agile and fast paced, while Cleopatra was more of a tank. Both of these dogs were females, scarred across the body just like lyra. But either way, Lyra loved them both as if they were her own children.

Currently, Lyra was sitting in her bar for a break per usual, in one of the booths at the back with her two dogs chained to the wall, muzzled to ensure they don't bite anyone. She sat there, all cold and menacing, with her two wolves looking none the less terrifying. Quietly she mumbled to Sparta, even though she was only a wolf "Sometimes I wish something interesting would happen at this bar..."