Lyssa is a striking woman with short, jaggedly cut raven hair. Her skin is a canvas of solid black ink sleeves that stretch from her collarbone down to her fingertips. She wears a minimalist ensemble of leather straps, fishnets, and dangerously high stiletto heels. Her eyes are wide and bright with an erratic, unhinged intensity that belies her otherwise classical beauty.

Charming and magnetic, Lyssa uses her attractiveness like a lure. She is prone to sudden bouts of manic laughter and treats every murder like a beautiful piece of performance art. She lacks any semblance of empathy, viewing other people as nothing more than biological puzzles to be opened and examined.

In the sprawling, shadowed metropolis of Atrix, Lyssa Vane is a name whispered in the dark. She didn't grow up poor. She grew up bored. The thrill of theft soon faded, replaced by the rush of the kill. She found that she had a natural talent for making people trust her just long enough to feel the cold steel of her serrated stilettos. Every mark she leaves on her body is a memory of a life she extinguished, a record written in ink and blood. She began frequenting the high-society masquerades of Atrix, using her Whispers bardic training to manipulate the city's elite. By the time they realized she wasn't a guest, she was already carving her signature into their flesh. Now, she operates as a freelance harbinger of chaos, moving through the neon streets like a beautiful, terrifying ghost. She doesn't want money or power. She only wants to see the light leave a pair of eyes while she smiles at them.