Mirian Jade

[Mirian Jade]

Mirian Jade Appearance Race: Mixed blood - Ephyrian and Benshira Gender: Female Age: 17 Birthday: 29th of summer,497 a.v. Birthplace: Anhatep Appearance: Mirian Jade is a slender creature, at least in terms of figure; high cheekbones, sharp jaw and a body made of cord and wire, she stands a bit tall at 5’ 8” although not so tall as to tower above the average person. Her defining feature, however, is her skin rather than her hieght; benefiting from an Ephyrian heritage, Mirian possesses the gilded skin of the south, although she often cannot afford anything like makeup or kohl. Still, she has a particular brand of exotic beauty to her, one that she uses to her advantage when she can. If there’s any physical feature that Mirian takes pride in, it’s her hair; a shade between brown and black with a tendency towards waves, Mirian takes care to keep it clean and smooth, more out of personal desire than a real need to impress anyone with it. It is quite thick, a trait inherited from her mother, and usually allowed to fall freely about her shoulders. Her eyes are brown, typically lit up with amusement or invitation––or a feigning of them, at least. She is almost always smiling, whether genuine or not, and always likes making a first meeting a good one. Her clothes are plain but wall taken care of, and she is overall a healthy-looking woman, if not the strongest-looking there is in Sunberth. Character Concept Upon meeting, Mirian can seem a rather bright woman; usually smiling and outgoing, Mirian always prefers to make a good impression from the start. Willing to talk, willing to listen and willing to dance with anyone at least once, she is cheerful and pleasant enough to be around, or to share a night with is one is so inclined. When the facade falls, however, Mirian couldn’t be more different. Sunberthian to her core, the halfbreed is determined, wary, self-serving and less than moral, and she is willing to do whatever is needed to survive. Anything can be a weapon, anyone can be a threat, and anywhere can be her deathbed. She is a pessimist, always assuming the worst and preparing for it. After all, if you expect everything to go wrong then you can shrug it off it they do, or else your life will be full of pleasant surprises if they don’t. A thief of the more seductive nature, Mirian has no problem taking the clothes off anyone she can talk into the bedroom, then taking their clothes and dashing away. As an eternal cynic, it isn’t that Mirian believes that innocence and chivalry don’t exist––they just have no place in Sunberth, and they have no place in her life. Were someone to offer a hand to her, she would have no qualms of using their kindness to her advantage. It’s Sunberth, after all, and in Sunberth everyone will hurt someone else eventually. Trust no one, suffer no pain. Have no expectations, and you’ll get no disappointments. There are exceptions to her callous nature, although she’d be loathe to admit it. Things she knows can do her no harm often see a softer, more merciful side to her; animals and babies don’t lie and steal, and so she can allow herself to be kind with them. Despite a life of chaos and labor, there is a maternal side to her that she rarely allows herself to indulge, and when she does it is only with those she knows can’t hurt her. Perhaps that is why she chose lodgings so close to the Orphanage. Character History Born in Anhatep to a Benshiran slave by an Ephyrian master, the little girl that would come to be called Mirian was brought into the world with nothing to her name but that which her master was generous enough to give. Her mother, a soft-spoken woman who had long since ceased trying to find ways to escape her servitude, did her best to raise the halfling child who took after her father in more ways that one. Khalliet was a rather headstrong example of his people, filled with determination and perhaps a bit too aggressive for his own good––traits that appeared just as strongly in his daughter. Although he’d never loved his Benshiran slave––he lived alone, and so she’d been little more than a convenient way to relieve his more carnal desires that he didn’t have to pay for––his daughter showed his belligerent streak from the first moments she could walk and talk. Stubborn and argumentative, little Mirian had more of him in her than she did her mother, and loved talking back at him whenever she could. Of course, the arguments of one that hasn’t properly learned to speak yet are hardly arguments at all, but the resiliency with which she stuck to her babbling and nonsensical beliefs amused her father to no end, although he would never have admitted it. While her mother called her Mirian, he took to calling her Jade, even going so far as to teach her a letter or two in his native Arumenic. She was, he reasoned, at least half Ephyrian, which already made her more than a common Benshira. He was not starry-eyed, however, and he knew that she would never be more than a slave in the eyes of his people. Still, she brought a sort of light into his life that he had never expected to find, and since he lived alone save for his slave and daughter, the girl named both Jade and Mirian was allowed to grow up with much more freedom than that of a common slave. She was four when her father was killed. She never knew what exactly it was that had brought on the assassin––a business deal gone wrong, a personal scandal that existed outside their home, any number of reasons one Ephyrian might want to kill another––but she knew well enough the look of swords as armed men came into their house to seize his body, his house and his possessions––possessions which included the two slaves. Their new owners recognized that the little halfbreed was still young and fragile, and so they were not sold off immediately, instead being allowed to work around the auction house until Mirian matured to be separated from her mother. The time came two years later, and Mirian was sold to smugglers headed north. The next year was spent on a ship, first in the cargo hold, then in the cabins when extra help was needed, sometimes even in the galley when the cook wished it. Every now and then, however, she would be allowed on deck if she stayed out from under the sailors’ feet, where she would gaze into the distance to try and spot land. Sometimes she did, and sometimes the sailors would even tell her where. Cyphrus. Sylira. Darva. Names that filled her with curiosity, names that kept her up at night straining to hear the sailors talk of the strange places they were passing. It helped with the pain, filling her dreams with strange creatures and people instead of the home and parents she had lost. She was seven when the ship pulled into Sunberth, carting off its hold of merchandise. This new city was all dirt and dust and stench, full of noise and cruelty. She was put to the slave block and soon enough found herself with a woman named Nita, a rather successful seamstress and independent courtesan who needed someone to maintain her house. A cruel and sadistic woman who preferred to call the girl Ratty, Nita was never averse to punishment and made the girl’s place very clear, and at night she would be shackled so that she couldn’t run away. Three times the girl tried to flee, and three times she was brought back and punished until she could hardly walk. The fourth time, however, was her success; when she was thirteen, she escaped the house while her mistress was entertaining a client, made her way into the street and never looked back. She turned her hand towards stealing, since she had few skills to her name that would earn her proper coin. She quickly discovered the nature of Sunberth, its savage wildness and lack of mercy. She found sanctuary, though, in the winding cloth passages of the Tent City; not glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but enough to shelter her as she plied something resembling a trade. When she reached puberty, she discovered the fine art of seducing men and robbing them blind. Her mother’s heritage may have gifted her features with a graceful softness, but it was her Ephyrian blood that turned it into a weapon; her gilded skin and natural pheromones made her an exotic specimen amongst so many humans, a fact she turned to her advantage at every opportunity. But, like everything else, her life was not to remain as it was. Her former mistress, offended at having been shown up by a slave, tracked her down on the cusp of her seventeenth birthday. When she refused to return, the disagreement became violent. Nita drew a knife, Mirian turned it back on her, slit her windpipe and left her body to the dogs. That night, she went back to the house that had been her prison for so long; she may not have been born Sunberthian, but her life had bound her to the city as tightly as any native––she was a free woman, and no one would take her freedom again. She stepped the house, threw out her old mistress’s belongings and locked the door. It was her house now. Knowledge   skills Skill Total RB SP EXP Proficiency seduction 33 0 25 8 competent larceny 18 0 15 3 novice observation 12 0 0 12 novice weapon: long knife 10 10 0 0 novice acting 6 0 5 1 novice rhetoric 6 0 0 6 novice singing 5 0 5 0 novice subterfuge 4 0 0 4 novice weapon: short sword 2 0 0 2 novice cooking 2 0 0 2 novice stealth 2 0 0 2 novice flirting 2 0 0 2 novice socialization 2 0 0 2 novice acrobatics 1 0 0 1 novice cleaning 1 0 0 1 novice running 1 0 0 1 novice negotiation 1 0 0 1 novice navigation: land 1 0 0 1 novice   lore Amon, the Man with the Bulging Purse Cooking an Egg ‘Easy’ Cooking with Oil, Can Burn Food Deltan: From Syliras Deltan: No Desire to Sleep with Whores Faking a Fall Height of the Syliran Wall (Vague) Herbalism: Infusions Help Wounds Imagination Has Its Limits Larceny: Robbing a Sleeping Lover Lore of Self: Deltan’s First Lover Observation: Picking Out a Stranger Seduction: Exposing Cleavage for Effect Seduction: Using Body Language to Show Attention Seduction: where to touch to draw someone in Short sword: Doesn't Handle Like a Knife Snatching a Purse Subterfuge: Using Loudness as a Distraction Sunberth Location: Pig’s Foot Tavern Sunberth Location: The Drunken Fish Sunberth Location: The Seaside Market Sunberth Street Layout There's an Uneasiness in the Market...   language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Arumenic Poor Language: Shiber Housing Mirian lives in Sunberth, in an apartment in the Sunset Quarters that contains a hearth, a simple bed, chest, a chair and small table. It isn’t the largest of homes and is indistinguishable from its neighbors, but it’s sturdy enough to shelter her and its sheer forgetability gives her some measure of security. Possessions   on her person house key long knife and thigh sheath waterskin three belt pouches medium handbasket, common   clothing linen shirt dyed cotton blouse dyed cotton skirt wool scarf linen pants linen undergarments linen cloak leather boots leather belt   housebound average lock chamber pot manacles washboard washbasin flint and steel metal comb metal brush soap razor balanced rations eating knife gallon pot 12” pan 7” plate 6” bowl 12oz cup fork spoon 1gal grapeseed oil fifty-three gold mizas, seven silver mizas and two copper mizas hidden under a floorboard   heirloom A gold and lapis lazuli ring that she managed to take from her father's house after he died. She has hidden it for years, and it is the only thing she has connecting her to her past. Ledger Purchase Cost Total starting package +100gm 100gm manacles -15gm 85gm long knife -2gm 83gm dyed cotton blouse -1gm 82gm dyed cotton skirt -5sm 81.5gm wool scarf -1sm 5cm 81.3.5gm washboard -12sm 80.1.5gm gallon cooking pot -3sm 79.8.5gm 12" cooking pan -3sm 79.5.5gm 7" plate -3cm 79.5.2gm 6" bowl -2cm 79.4.9gm 12oz cup -7cm 79.4.2gm fork -1cm 79.4.1gm spoon -1cm 79.4gm leather belt -4sm 79gm belt pouch x3 -3gm 76gm 1gal grapeseed oil -1sm 75.9gm common medium handbasket -1sm 75.8gm average lock -40gm 35.8gm average washbasin -2gm 33.5gm chamber pot -2sm 33.3gm knife sheath -2gm 31.3gm average key -20gm 11.3gm Deltan Colari's purse +88gm 5sm 2cm 99.5.2 goose -3sm 99.2.2 private bath -5sm 98.7.2 fall 514 expenses -45gm 53.7.2 Thread List   Fall 514 timestamp name of thread participants status 9th [Seaside Market] You Scratch My Back Mirian Jade, Amon Torque graded 10th [Pig's Foot] Ropes And Coils Mirian Jade, Marone in-progress 16th Time to Fight Back Mirian Jade, Graderon Elderstock, Marone, Sasha Bedlam in-progress 21st Unfamiliar Faces Mirian Jade, Seyena in-progress 23rd [Riverside Isle Park] Petch It Mirian Jade, Tink Scalpellion in-progress 30th [Orphanage] Dinner With A Rat Mirian Jade, Noven completed 37th [Pig's Foot] Troublemaker Mirian Jade, Caela Dorin in-progress 42nd Truth in Blood Mirian Jade, Noven, Caela Dorin, Arlana in-progress 45th Don't Mess with Sunset Quarter's Orphans Mirian Jade, Caela Dorin in-progress 63rd [Pig's Foot Tavern] A Night In The Tavern Mirian Jade, Deltan Colari graded 64th A Full Net Mirian Jade graded 65th Unexpected Charity Mirian Jade, Orion Michaels in-progress 67th [Seaside Market] A Sunberthian Shopping Spree Mirian Jade, Noven in-progress 69th Scrapping For Mizas Mirian Jade, Aliara Cantrell in-progress 78th Help Me To Help You To Help Me Mirian Jade, Ayviss in-progress 83rd A Pause In The Rhythm Mirian Jade graded   Winter 514 PC Relationships   friends Name: Noven CS: Here Mirian’s Opinion: Finds Noven pleasant company, as well as someone she shares a mutual selflessness with in regards to the Orphanage. Threads Encountered: Dinner With A Rat Truth in Blood A Sunberthian Shopping Spree   acquaintances Name: Caela Dorin CS: Here Mirian’s Opinion: Wary. Mirian and Caela have crossed paths a number of times, but Caela is a bit too nosy for Mirian to trust easily. Threads Encountered: Troublemaker Truth in Blood Don’t Mess with Sunset Quarter’s Orphans   enemies Name: Deltan Colari CS: Here Mirian’s Opinion: Mirian has mostly forgotten about the young man she robbed of his virtue and purse. He, however, still remembers it very well. Threads Encountered: A Night In The Tavern