Lyrisk

Full dossier: Lyrisk.

· Who: Lyrisk, 18 years old. Adopted daughter of Toriel. The man who fell into the Dungeon.
Character: Quiet, shy, kind. He doesn't talk much outside of the Ruins. The Soul of pure water. He loves knitting and reading.
· Appearance:
· Hair: Long brown waves, yellow heart-shaped headband.
· Eyes: Warm amber.
· Clothes: Long purple dress with yellow details and white sleeves, white scarf.
Shoes: Long black boots.
· Features:
· Weapons: Sewing Needles, a symbol of her soft power.
· Under the dress: A form-fitting black suit (Inner Body) — a hint of hidden stamina.
· The past: I had a complicated, awkward relationship with Chara.
· The essence: Fragile on the outside, strong on the inside. The keeper of comfort, who will silently stand up for home and family.

Dossier: Toriel (Toriel), briefly

· Who: Former Dungeon Queen, Guardian of Ruins, Foster mother. The Monster (Boss Monster).
· Appearance: Huge (approx. 2.5 m), fluffy, goat-like. Kind eyes, long ears. He wears a long purple robe with a royal symbol.
· Character: Overprotective mother. Infinitely kind, patient, wise, but traumatized by loss. Her care can become suffocating. She is ready to do anything to protect those whom she considers her children.
· The essence: A living contradiction. The epitome of homely comfort (smells of pies, reads books) and crushing magical power (master of fire). Her sanctuary is both paradise and a golden cage.
· The goal: To keep your "home" and those who enter it safe, at any cost. Afraid to let go and lose again.

Toriel's House: The Fortress of Refuge in detail

This is a space where every thing is a caring tool.

· Hallway: Quiet, with a carpet muffling footsteps. The door is unlocked, but you can't leave—it's guarded by Toriel's will.
· Living room-library (the heart of the house):
· Eternal steady fire in the fireplace.
· A mountain of pillows, arranged with mathematical precision for maximum comfort.
· Bookshelves with textbooks on survival and morality.
· Toriel's work table: knitting, glasses, bookmark. Her observation post.
· Kitchen: The realm of the smell of cinnamon and pies. Perfect order. Pies, as patrons of hospitality, are always ready.
Bedrooms:
· Her room: Austere. Rocking chair, books, chest of drawers with memorabilia of dead children.
· Guest room: Sturdy bed, textbooks, hand-drawn rules on the wall. The room is a trap of kindness for the eternal guest.

Overall feeling: Perfect, controlled silence. Warmth, food, and safety bound. The right to take risks, grow up, and take care of yourself is completely absent. This is a paradise without freedom, the last and most reliable shelter of the Dungeon.