Miris (C)

Name: Miris Nocturnus
Nickname: Miris, Mirrors, Fur-Coat (By recent partners), Bianca (Her before-name)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight

Race: Human
Class: Wanderer

Appearance:

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Her coat is a light brown with white tufts of fur, meant to keep out all elements that comes into contact. Her mask is a silvery material that has a purpose of preventing snow blindness, since she lived in the more snowier regions. Her boots are a dark blue and her pendant is a glinting silver. She keeps a dagger in each boot just in case, and a curved blade under her cloak attached to her hip for main purposes. Small throwing knives are hidden in her sleeves for surprised ambushes, and are held close at night when she sleeps, for safety purposes of course.
Eyes: Intense blue
Hair: Brown/blue tipped
Skin Tone: Pale peach
Weight: 120 lbs
Height:5' 2"
Distinctive Markings: Scars over her right eye (Leads to hiding her face)

Personality:

When she is around those of whom she doesn't trust (Being yet or at all), she can be quite secretive and to herself. And due to her past, she was strictly taught to speak unless spoken to, so she waits patiently until her turn to place her opinion. It is a rarely occasion for her interrupt someone since it has led to being harshly scolded or even beaten. Having been alone for most of her life, she doesn't usually take kindly to strangers unless they show that they are of no threat. Miris is loyal on the other hand, and once you win her trust, you will (questionably with one wrong move) forever have hers. And if she does have full trust in you, they she may show her face. Don't leave her side for more than three days though, she can then start to act as if she is a lost spirit looking for what she had lost, being alone was normal, but a terrible feeling.

                 In battle, she is silent, but deadly. Swift on her feet, she can strike like a viper, which makes you glad you were on her side.

A so-so history, not bad, but not so great either. Her family, consisting of her mother, father, and two brothers, one rude and one kind, lived near the peak of a mountain, mistakenly placed near the were-bears pack. She was six years old and sent out to fetch some water from a nearby stream since her brothers were out fetching fire-wood. Since back then she was quite an adventurous soul back then, she wanted to know where the stream came from. So the little girl began to hike up the ridges, climbing each small cliff edge and picking up her long coat as she trudged through deep snow up-hill. Looking back, the cozy cottage in which she lived in was well down below her, and she didn't stop to think about returning home. About an hour had passed before she arrived to a fork in the stream, where it lead to source that was a cave. Now keep in mind that there was a blizzard up here, so she put her hood over her then pure brown hair. Bianca then carefully walked along the edge slowly as the snow blew harsh against her small form as she entered the dark mouth of the cave, her breaths getting shaky and easier to see. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of blood and the sound of death coming from the walls, obviously giving her a really bad vibe about this place. She could have sworn she her name being called, but was too busy staring down at the bones she had stepped on. Rabbits, foxes... human bones were scattered all over. A growl caught her attention, and she looked up with a gasp to see two terrifying red glowing eyes staring down at her. They reflected off her big blue eyes with the lust for blood, and that's when large claws came down, but she moved back just enough so it wasn't a fatal or blinding blow. Four prolonged gashes now bled heavily into her eye and onto her once pure white cloak. Bianca let off an ear splitting scream of pain that made the beast rear back, giving her time to run out and straight into her father who didn't hesitate to shove her aside and into the snow to run towards the now clear to see bear. The little girl cried her lungs out at the blood would freeze against her face and stained her clothing and hair. After about a minute, she finally was grabbed by the air and harshly pulled through the snow and onto her feet, her father's gloved hand gripping her jaw to make her look at him. On the corner of her eye, she could see that the beast was beheaded in the blood-stained snow. The man that stood before her brushed the hair from her face to get a better look at her wounds and growled before picking her up and hiking down the mountain to their home.

        Seven years later, when she was 14, Derek, the kind brother, died from a serious case of pneumonia. It caused her great pain because she was stuck with her judgemental brother who always made fun of her because of her scars. He sometimes even physically attacked her, and her parents didn't do anything about it. Soon it was another three months until her father and mother were killed by wolves deep in the mountains, making the two assume they had just vanished out of thin air. Evan, her last brother, still treated her as if she was a lowly servant and he was the king.

         Eight more years had passed, and she was fed up with taking beating and doing Evan's dirty work. Bianca had secretly escaped the mountains when fetching him a pail of water, and went to the werewolves for a deal. A deal to kill her brother and set her free. One wrong movement, and her trust was crushed, though it was crushed the moment she was born. After paying the leader of the pack all the silver she brought, he agreed to bring his best wolves to kill Evan. After a day, Bianca somehow managed to get Evan to follow her to the base of the mountain, claiming she had seen treasure. And with the 'King' being greedy and selfish, he thought he could leave her to rot in exchange for his prize. But right after he took out his blade to strike her on the head, his hand was bitten off in a fury of growls and barks. He was pinned down, arms and legs either badly wounded or torn off and forced to look at her. "Don't speak, unless spoken to." Then with the swift movement of being bit in the throat, he died and was devoured on the spot. He may have not gotten his prize, but she did get hers.

         After that, she built a cottage on her own at the bottom of the mountain, right at the border of the werebear territory. Bianca was no more with a now bloody path, and everyone considered her a dead-soul, and now called her Miris because of it. And now she wears a mask, so no one can judge her ever again.

         Strengths:

- When she is given time to strategize about battles or theft missions, you'd be surprised from the result. It has helped her in the past with getting the gold or silver for the black market.
- One of her strengths is the dark atmospheres since the light has always been blinding, and she prefers it to go out to get food and water.

- If she is quiet, it also helps her pick out carefully the words that are going to come out of her mouth so she doesn't mess up any kind of relationship with other people.

- She knows whether or not if she is trusted deeply or just a smidge, and if she is deeply, then she will not let you down, so expect undying loyalty, even if she wasn't successful.

- Since this woman has no family, it gives her courage and bravery knowing that she must fight for her family and prove that she can be the best at what she does.

Weaknesses:

- Bright lights and red eyes, it causes her blindness (With no mask) and flashbacks which can disrupt her reaction times and weaken her blows.
- If she is talked down to immediately by a stranger, it can make her judge quickly that you can relate to her deceased, spoiled brother of whom she had ordered killed.
- Not giving her the space she requests can make her think you are a clingy and annoying person, someone she's not fond of, but definatly better than the 'kingly' type.
- Being unarmed can make her paranoid and feel vulnerable, so it is easy for her to question your loyalty to her.
- Past talk, or you asking how she gained her scars ruins her dignity, so be careful of what you ask about her.