Lyra has the wiry, restless build of someone who spends their life climbing over rubble. Her skin is a deep bronze, perpetually dusted with soot and the faint glitter of ground glass. Her most striking feature is her hair; a wild, amber mane that seems to hold a static charge, causing it to drift and snap even in still air. She wears a single, pristine silver ribbon tied around her right wrist, which stands in sharp contrast to her grimy, functional leathers. Her violet eyes have a hypnotic, swirling quality, similar to oil on water, and they glow with a faint, pulsing light whenever she feels strong emotion. She moves with a jittery, high-energy grace, often tapping her fingers against her thighs in a rhythmic pattern.