Post by Dubhlidais on Feb 20, 2015 15:21:36 GMT -5
Myra
Birthplace: Magincia
Age: 23
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long and black, usually tied into a tight pony tail.
Build: Tall, slim, not very strong.
Myra was born in Magincia, but her family also maintained an estate near Yew. They were near Yew when Magincia was destroyed. They have remained at the Yew estate to avoid the "riffraff" that settled in the rebuilt New Magincia.
Myra is, to put it overly bluntly, a stuck up bitch. Her expression is usually dispassion. When that's displaced, it's usually replaced with smugness, a wholly unjustified pride in her own meager abilities. If you're looking for more, you're searching. It's not that she tries to be rude, it's just the way she was raised: with a distinct lack of compassion and empathy in her bearing. She is gracing you with her person, is not that enough? What more would you have of her, peasant?
That doesn't mean she actually feels that way. She doesn't like people suffering, and she'll help in an awkward, back-handed sort of way if she can. But if you're looking for a heart of gold you should probably keep looking, as her caring for others is more than offset by her deep love of herself.
Per family tradition, she's been training for combat so she's not completely unmuscled, but she's not very strong. The reason for combat training has been lost in generations of apathy and sloth, so it's more ceremonial than effective.
She has secretly been cut off from her family for undisclosed reasons, left at the time with little more than the decorative and only slightly functional armour she was wearing, a few clothes she grabbed, and the jewelry she was wearing or able to pocket on her way out. She's sold most of that jewelry. She spends much of her time escorting travellers who could afford no better escort, a task she views as both insufficiently profitable and deeply beneath her.
She doesn't have a home town at the moment, but is fond of the inn at Skara Brae.
Birthplace: Magincia
Age: 23
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long and black, usually tied into a tight pony tail.
Build: Tall, slim, not very strong.
Myra was born in Magincia, but her family also maintained an estate near Yew. They were near Yew when Magincia was destroyed. They have remained at the Yew estate to avoid the "riffraff" that settled in the rebuilt New Magincia.
Myra is, to put it overly bluntly, a stuck up bitch. Her expression is usually dispassion. When that's displaced, it's usually replaced with smugness, a wholly unjustified pride in her own meager abilities. If you're looking for more, you're searching. It's not that she tries to be rude, it's just the way she was raised: with a distinct lack of compassion and empathy in her bearing. She is gracing you with her person, is not that enough? What more would you have of her, peasant?
That doesn't mean she actually feels that way. She doesn't like people suffering, and she'll help in an awkward, back-handed sort of way if she can. But if you're looking for a heart of gold you should probably keep looking, as her caring for others is more than offset by her deep love of herself.
Per family tradition, she's been training for combat so she's not completely unmuscled, but she's not very strong. The reason for combat training has been lost in generations of apathy and sloth, so it's more ceremonial than effective.
She has secretly been cut off from her family for undisclosed reasons, left at the time with little more than the decorative and only slightly functional armour she was wearing, a few clothes she grabbed, and the jewelry she was wearing or able to pocket on her way out. She's sold most of that jewelry. She spends much of her time escorting travellers who could afford no better escort, a task she views as both insufficiently profitable and deeply beneath her.
She doesn't have a home town at the moment, but is fond of the inn at Skara Brae.