Lycia Nike Talbot

Lycia Niki Talbot is an Eldewell Navy officer renowned for her discipline, ambition, and unmistakable stage presence—both on the duelling piste and on the deck of a flying ship. With sun-kissed skin, green eyes, and a cascade of wavy blond hair, she cuts a striking figure: proud, poised, and always impeccably composed.

Behind her polished exterior lies a determined young woman who has devoted nearly every breath of her life to one dream—one day earning command of her own flying vessel within the Eldewell Navy.

Lycia Talbot stands tall and proud, her posture so precise it seems carved from naval discipline itself. Her sun-kissed skin carries the warm tone of someone who has spent half her life beneath open skies, while her wavy blond hair—usually bound back in a regulation braid—still escapes in wind-tossed curls that frame her sharp cheekbones. Her green eyes are striking, bright as sea-glass and just as reflective, revealing flashes of determination or vulnerability depending on the moment. Though thin and lightly built, she moves with the controlled grace of a trained fencer: every shift of weight deliberate, every gesture efficient. Even in uniform, there is an effortless elegance to her, as though she was born for the deck of a flying ship.

Early Life

Born in 1844 AF in Rookhelm Island , Lycia grew up in a “respectably modest” home. Her father, Norian Talbot, served as a lower-level factory manager—a stable but demanding job deep within the mechanical heart of the city. Her mother, Maera Talbot, was a stay-at-home parent who filled their house with music.

It was Maera who first sat little Lycia on her knee and guided her hands across the strings of a small children’s harp, sparking a lifelong love. Music became Lycia’s secret refuge from the smoke-choked streets and rigid routines of her father’s world. The harp, she would later tell companions, was the first thing that taught her how to breathe.

Despite the warmth of her home, Lycia grew up deeply aware of the boundaries of class and opportunity. The middle class was stable, yes—but never secure. She swore early she would rise above that uncertainty on her own terms.

Training & Career in the Eldewell Navy

Lycia joined the Eldewell Navy at the earliest permissible age, her hand trembling only slightly when she signed the enlistment papers. Early on, instructors marked her as a standout: precise, controlled, always driven by an almost internal metronome of self-discipline.

She excelled in navigation, formation flight, and especially in officer coordination, earning her steady promotions and favourable postings.

But her truest love within the navy was fencing. Rookhelm may not have offered much in the way of sport for middle-class girls, but Lycia scraped together enough money for lessons at fifteen—enough to get her foot in the door. By the time she reached officer training, she was already talented; by her first commission, she was formidable.

She competes whenever she can, relishing the clarity that comes when two blades meet. Many of her peers (and a handful of rivals) whisper that her skill is likely to earn her a place on one of the prestigious Navy fencing circuits one day.

Yet above all of it, her ambition beats in one direction: Command. Her own ship. Her own crew. The sky beneath her boots and her name in the Navy books. Lycia is currently serving as a Master's Mate on the H.M.S Firestorm part of the 3rd standing fleet.

Present Day & Aspirations

As of the late 1870s, Lycia remains fully focused on her naval career. She is respected, admired, and increasingly seen as a rising star among younger officers. Her dream of commanding a flying ship remains at the forefront of her mind—something she refuses to compromise for anyone again.

The harp still follows her from posting to posting. She plays softly in the evenings, watching the sky through the portholes of whichever cabin she currently occupies, letting music fill the space where Morgana’s shadow once lingered. Someday, she tells herself, she’ll stand at the prow of her own vessel, green eyes sharp, hair tugged by the wind, and she will know she earned every inch of her ascent.