Lyra

Lyra stands imperious in her futuristic armor, an emblem of strength against the neon-lit night. Her fiery red tresses cascade like flames against the obsidian backdrop, her expression a visage of determination. With every move, her suit pulses with an inner light, mirroring the city's heartbeat. This warrior's gaze is unwavering; a silent vow to protect 'Tutornof' etched in her stance. In this modern tapestry, she embodies the relentless spirit of a guardian, defying the chaos of the world she watches over.