Name: Lyra Rosenthal (simply an assumed title until she's granted a real name, according to what she becomes.)

Age: 112 (looks about 14 most of the time.)

Race: currently in-question: angel or girl (she doesn't know yet...)

Class: Still young and learning, she hasn't really learned enough to be denoted as one class or another. She'll take an examination in eight months to decide wehter she's human or angel, and what kind of the latter if she passes.

Description: Lyra is small and pail, with light, tawny-blonde hair and brilliant purple eyes that notice more than she lets on.. She only stands to about 4'5", and has a spattering of light, barely noticable freckles under her eyes and across her nose. She usually wears a thin white tunic made of three or four layers of supple, stretchy fabric, but the neck, sleeves and waistline are made with a white corded drawstring so it always fits. The skrt portion brushes her ankles and the sleeves end in ruffles of the same fabric just around her wrists. Lyra doesn't wear shoes very often, but her feet seem to stay miraculously unhurt wherever she walks. Two small, glowing, pale bluish-white wings seem to emenate from just inside her shoulder blades, but her wings can't hold her up for more than an hour or so at a time. but by jumping and fluttering furiously, she can get up to heights of two or three-hundred feet. She's a very frail young girl, but when there's a great need, such as battle, she can draw on a massive stockpile of strenght to become well over six feet tall, with a twelve-foot wingspan. The dress rises to mid-thigh and the sleeves become rather short, with the drawstrings loosening considerable to fit her much more muscular and...er, busty, figure. However, she can only stay like this for a day or so at most, and it leaves her tired and unable to morph for days afterward.

History: Lyra is a young angel-in-training getting ready to take her final exam. She has to pass this rigorous character and spell test to be considered an angel, or she will willingly forfit all her powers and memories and act like a normal girl. She's actually on earth undergoing her character test now, to make sure she'd act appropriately as an angel, but her memory was wiped enough that she doesn't know why she's here (otherwise examinees could pretend to be good but really have ulterior motives). She returns in eight months to take the spells and weaponry test, and to see if she has the stamina for the difficult tasks she'd be assigned as an angel. However, to people unawares of auras and incapable of seeing spirits, she looks like an average little girl.

Personality: Lyra Rosenthal is very meek and mild-mannered, saying little and instead listening carefully. She seems shy, but cares deeply for whomever she meets and hates to do harm unless it is absolutely necessary. She's willing to sacrifice herself for complete strangers, but is very careful and thinks most things through before acting. She's great at developing plans and strategies, but usually needs someone else to help her carry them out.

Weapons: Lyra carries only a small sword and old-fashioned slingshot with a pouch of rounded, flat pebbles to shoot. When she goes into battle in her larger form, however, the dagger becomes a four-foot long flat-bladed sword, with double-razored edges.

Weapon Magic: The sword, Rorqual, morphs to fit the person carrying him, and can emenate bursts of light on command. It's white-hot, and by it's temperature would be molten and almost to the gaseous stage if made of normal steel. THere are certainly special attacks this sword can do, but they haven't revealed themselves to Lyra.
Character Spells: Lyra can perform many healing spells, both simple and complex- from patching up scrapes to stopping heart attacks, healing broken bones and organs. She knows a few weak attack spells, but mostly calls down the elements to help her, such as lighning, rain, wind, earth, etc. She can perform some extremely powerful attacks if she has an hour or so before hand to create the storm or prep an earthquake, but this takes some time before. Attacking without the help of the elements is exhausting in her small-child form.