Post by Kira on Aug 23, 2010 22:12:06 GMT -5
Player:
Name: Kira
Are you 17+?: Ayuh.
Contact Information:
AIM: KiraRP
Email: KiraKattRP@gmail.com
Past RP Experience: See one of the other four. *sighs at herself*
Character:
Name: Mira “Miri”
Age: 23, but she’ll tell you 19. Or 28. Or whatever suits her needs. (Mid-Autumn)
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Occupation: Traveling Acrobat/Dancer.
Description: Mira was blessed with her mother’s curves and her father’s thick waves of dark, brown-black hair. Large, dark, slightly-slanted eyes that are almost always dancing with amusement and full, luscious lips fit for both dazzling smiles and taunting smirks complete the ensemble to make her quite lovely. And she knows it. And flaunts it. When worn down, her thick locks fall in waves of dark almost-curls down to her waist, but she generally only wears it like that on the odd day of rest (admittedly few and far between). Usually, her hair is bound in some number of braids – one large one, multitudes of tiny ones, a dozen or two midsize ones – and often decorated here and there by small, colorful ribbons and tiny, shiny beads.
Her body, though curvaceous, is also packed with lean muscle, giving it the odd feeling of being at once both hard and soft. She’s flexible, and prefers to wear clothing that gives her a wide range of movement. Long skirts are out for obvious reasons, as are pants due to the fact that the seams like to tear under the strain she’d put them through. Airy, knee-length skirts are her preference, with thin, tiny shorts (often mistaken for undergarments) underneath so she can at least play at decency when doing high kicks and fast twirls. Her tops usually hug her body to show off her ‘assets’, with a sleeveless cut that shows off her shoulders and upper arms. Bracers – that she will claim are simply decorative, as they look it – adorn her lower arms, and will always be hiding at least one slim knife in each.
Her feet are small with opposable toes, and she’s careful to make sure that they’re callous-free while maintaining enough thickness to the sole to not be too soft for walking barefoot everywhere. And when in the Holds, Halls, and Weyrs they’ve performed at, she honestly prefers to go barefoot. She’ll don soft leather boots for the occasions where being barefoot would be rude or make her seem like a hooligan, and for when she has to walk about while camping out inbetween performances. She owns one pair of hard-soled boots, and those are worn only while navigating hard terrain or if she thinks she might find danger, since there is a small blade hidden in the toes.
Her clothing color of choice is all black, though she will tolerate dark blues and has some dark brown attire for traveling, since it gets awfully dusty and brown shows it the least. A few brightly-colored, rainbow-hued outfits are kept around for performances, though, and the odd time she’s been invited to a more formal event.
She will almost never be caught looking melancholy unless it’s in-character for a performance, and almost always has a smile for everyone. When she’s not in anyone else’s company, she’ll often walk about with a small smirk that just screams ‘I know something you don’t know~’ just to see who it will get to talk to her. And she’s sure that if anyone outright asks, she could find some bit of juicy gossip to share…even if she has to make it up on the spot. Her stride usually has a carefully-practiced alluring sway to it, and her step can be as whisper-quiet or slapping-loud as she prefers. Her voice is a little deeper and rougher than most women’s, but in a way that makes it sound rich and seductive rather than masculine.
Personality: Mira is, in short, trouble incarnate. She’s a smooth-talking flirt who adores mischief, and has a penchant for riling it up. She’s saucy and bold, and seemingly has no limit to the impertinent things that come out of her mouth. She’s completely unabashed of any action she deigns to take, as she rests assured that if she took the time and chose to take it that it was perfectly acceptable. This is not to say that she’s a terror to be around, no, but life is certainly more interesting.
She’s quick and intelligent, and loves to push people’s buttons. Luckily, the same intellect that allows her to figure out just what those buttons are also assists her in realizing which ones just should not be pushed. Loud and impudent though she is, she gives a proper respect when people have shown her they’re deserving of it. And one really must show her they’re deserving, as she’s quick to cut down those who like to puff themselves up with impotent importance. She is, however, rather sly and if cutting the person down outright could stir up some unwanted trouble she’ll find some other way to make a mockery of them – such as in her plays. When you have the whole audience laughing at the joke, it would be incredibly untoward of the joke’s victim to, say, arrest you for it. And she never stays in one place long enough for her to worry about insulting anyone who isn’t part of the caravan anyway.
She’s a very ballsy young lady, and is quick to take a risk to prove a point or for a dare. She doesn’t bother with the shyly coy flirting that most girls engage in, instead having no problem in brazenly stating her interest. She’s a wicked flirt, and can be a horrible tease when she wants to be. She’s never been witness to the type of undying love that some others go on about – having more experience with the types that would love you for a night or would like you to distract them from the loveless farce or a Joining they were forced into – and as such holds no expectations for such relationships. She admits they could exist, but a small part of her wonders if that sort of affection only exists in Harper-tales. She herself has fleetingly warmed more than her share of beds, and she’s made both friends and enemies because of it.
As long as a person is decently good at heart, she’s a very accepting person. Far be it for her to tell anyone else how to live or what is ‘proper.’ She’s made uncountable numbers of pleasant acquaintances, but her number of true friends is rather tiny in comparison. This is partly because, though she actually is a very caring person, she has no idea what to do with a person in tears (except crack jokes until they smile?) and she has little patience for whinging. She doesn’t trust all that easily, and is quicker to make a joke or distract with a story than to give over personal details of her own. Once someone does gain her trust, she’s a steadfast friend who’ll be there through thick and thin and will defend that person with her last breath so long as they deserve it. If her trust is ever broken, there is simply no way of regaining it, and she will often just pretend that person no longer exists to her.It’s easier than admitting they hurt her. When it comes to people trusting her, she makes sure to always know her boundaries. She’s a shameless gossip, for certain, but she’d never betray something told her in utmost confidence. …Smaller secrets, like crushes, though…
She does have a fiery temper, but she has an equally fierce façade to hide it behind. She won’t often go red in the face and make some outburst of a spectacle, but instead will stew quietly until she finds a sufficient way to repay the insult. Someone who has managed to get on her bad side will quickly find themselves the target of several vicious rumors that no one can pinpoint the source of, and might possibly suffer some very coincidental misfortune. She believes in an eye for an eye, and won’t utterly destroy a person over something slight, but she will make their lives decidedly uncomfortable.
She loves attention, and even just knowing that she is seen. She very, very, very secretly holds that hurt little girl inside – one that was completely overlooked as her mother died in front of her, that her father never really showed anything but indifference toward. Though she possesses a genuinely sassy personality, it is likely the heavily buried base of it is a desperate cry for attention, built upon by her creativity into something that none can ignore and few will forget.
Incredibly creative, she’s always thinking up some new story or song or dance. She enjoyed her time as a Harper and would really like to continue her training…but life just hasn’t presented her the opportunity as of yet. Her time with the caravan has been some of the happiest of her life, but she’s gradually begun to secretly wish for a little more stability. A place to call her own and no worrying over how well she’ll be fed the next meal, as well as time to simply enjoy practicing her craft without the need to constantly churn out some new material for the next act, have started little inklings of craving within her. And, though she’s enjoyed being a leaf on the wind, perhaps she might wish to find she has a real purpose somewhere. …But has no idea what to do about it.…Yet.
History: Mira was born to bored Holder Majin and his sweetly doting wife Lira one crisp autumn night. Her very early childhood was very normal and boring, though her father never really took an interest in her as she wasn’t a son. When Mira was four, Lira happily became pregnant again…but never made it to term. Just beginning the second trimester, a freak occurrence caused a small internal tear that eventually caused Lira to hemorrhage and killed both her and the baby. Too wrapped up in trying save the lady of the Hold, no one noticed that Mira had been holding her mother’s hand when the accident had occurred…and hadn’t let go. It was with gasps of shock that they finally noticed her there when she reached up to close her mother’s eyes, kiss her on the cheek, and curl up next to her blood-soaked body.
There was some worry over Mira’s mental health, as she became rather withdrawn and quiet after that. She played by herself instead of with other children, and was often seen twirling around as if in her own little world. Some would even swear they’d heard her talking to herself at times, but the sound would cut off as soon as they rounded the corner. Sometimes she’d be just standing in the middle of the room on those occasions, and then would make a show of actually doing something like walking over to a chair. When her father re-Joined two turns later – amidst whispers that he’d had the woman on the side all along – she just shrugged it off and ignored the woman. Finally, the caretakers’ worries escalated to the point that they took to spying on the little girl – and found something interesting.
The girl could hum a tune she’d only just encountered in the square the other day, and while her voice wasn’t exactly lovely, she’d couple it with the movement of her hands and feet and body into something enthralling to watch. She didn’t talk to herself, no, but she did tell stories. To her toys, the furniture, the wind. And, sometimes, she’d act them out – taking first one part, then another, switching back and forth between the various characters with ease – and would weave more intricate tales than the elder children would in play. In those moments, she was no longer the quiet and withdrawn little girl they worried for, but bright and vibrant and loud and unstoppable.
Until they entered the room.
It took another two turns, but finally they managed to clue her in that they were watching, and they knew, and they loved it. And so, shyly, she began to carry on her performances even once others were around. She’d make then scowl and smile and cry, in anger and sadness and mirth. They’d sway with the beat of her feet, and cheer when the heroes and heroines of her stories triumphed. In that time, they were hers, and she was all that mattered. And she liked it that way.
Her step-mother, naturally, didn’t. She believed that was no way for the daughter of a Holder to act in the slightest – like some common street performer! And the workers and drudges should not be being entertained by a mistress of their Hold – irregardless of the fact that they would finish their work anyway, and did so more happily than in the time before. And her Holder father could care less. When the woman came to finally be with child, she decided she didn’t want such an influence around her precious baby. And that’s when she began to whisper things in her husband’s ear – little things, at first. Then they might stumble across a performance here or there.
By the time their son was born – and she knew she had his full attention then – she had convinced him that his daughter was much better suited to an apprenticeship at the Harper Hall. Mira didn’t have much affection for either of them, so it was only the thought of leaving her ‘friends’ – the workers and drudges who’d practically raised her the past three turns – that made her weep and cling and beg to stay. But they’d hear nothing of it, convinced it was for the best. And so she was packed up and shipped off before the month was out.
Though recalcitrant at first, she was eventually too enthralled in all that the Hall had to offer to keep to herself. Even in her younger turns, her voice was a little rougher than the other girls, better suited to powerful yells than winding melodies, so they didn’t focus much on that talent. She could come up with catchy bits of music, but it was nearly impossible to get her to sit still long enough to notate them all down. Her inability to sit still also hampered her learning on most instruments, though she became somewhat adept at playing any that could be held in the hands as one walks. She had a natural charm, though, and a sense of confidence that simply made others snap to and pay attention when she spoke. Debating was easy, and the lessons in the ambassadorial services provided by the Hall were taken to like a sponge to water. Her story-telling abilities were greatly praised, and several plays were derived from her playful renditions (because good luck getting her to write them down herself). Her memory was excellent, so she saw little reason to write down what she’d remember anyway – and could teach others off of that memory. She continued with her dancing, training herself to new and more difficult maneuvers, and rekindling an interest enough in the main Hall that they recalled a few of their masters and journeymen who knew more in that area to begin classes on such again.
She wasn’t the essence of what people usually thought of as a Harper, but she was a model student for the skills she had. Her senior apprentice knots were gained shortly after she turned sixteen, but it was barely a month after that when her life would change again.
A group of traveling performers calling themselves Vicarious Vivacity came to Fort Hold. Some of the masters welcomed them with open arms, seeing as quite a few of the performers were apprentices or journeyman they had taught, where others scowled at the thought of those who they considered having ‘abandoned’ their craft. She was among the apprentices who snuck out to watch, and when one act called for volunteers she grinned and boldly strode out.
She didn’t return to her dorm for the next three days, she was so caught up in the festivities.
She didn’t even have to think twice when the caravan-master offered her a place amidst their number. She returned to inform her masters that she was leaving and to wish her friends farewell, and less than two days later her things were packed and she was off.
She’s been with the caravan for around seven turns now, traveling from place to place. She picked up a few more skills along the way, including the handling of several weapons (the road is a dangerous place for a lady, after all). Her favorite, however, are knives. She’s become quite a skilled shot with a thrown dagger and often will switch out with others to do this performance. She’s even managed to compose a few ‘dances’ that more resemble weapon battles, but with twirls and flips and music to accompany the clashing of blades into something mesmerizing. Her flexibility and sense of rhythm has earned her some notoriety as a contortionist and acrobat, as well. The skillset she brought to the mix allowed her to quickly climb in esteem, though there’s no real ranking amongst the caravan members except for the caravan-master. She is still, however, somewhat annoyed that she never did get to advance beyond Senior Apprentice Harper even in the last few years despite her abilities; but, since there are no Master Harpers in the caravan, there is no one qualified to graduate her.
Though not all Holds and Halls welcomed their visits – sticking to the idea that performers were just thieves looking for an easy crowd – the ones that did would often be surprised by the performers’ adherence to laws and willingness to work with the local law enforcement. Mira herself has several times placed herself as an inconspicuous guard against thieves and violent outbursts. And while the troupe is generally a jovial and accepting bunch, if anyone among them were to tread too far on the wrong side of the law they’d angrily bring them up on charges themselves. During one of her performances, Mira once caught a fellow performer picking the pockets of the assembled crowd – and promptly handed him over to the nearest authorities. Through thick and thin, Vivacious Vivacity maintains that it is there to share joy with its audiences, not take it from them – and Mira has lived and breathed that notion.
When they heard about the tragedy happening at Silver Cove Weyr and the subsequent move to Cerulean Weyr, she was among those in the caravan who pushed for a visit. They were about the joy of life and all its opportunities, and what better to lift the spirits of the broken back into focusing on the good things life still had to offer? Of course, traveling from the Northern Continent to the Southern Continent takes quite a bit of time, especially for such a large troupe, and the best port-of-call for them would be at Southern Hold. It would take quite awhile even after the decision was made to make their way there. …Which was for the best, really. That way, it wouldn’t be enforcing cheer on the miserable, but brightening the lives of those with the wills of survivors. …Right?
Fun Facts:
• Why yes, she is that flexible.
• Refuses to go back to her home hold. Ever.
• She really is banned from Bitra Hold. Ask her the story. She loves telling it.
• No, you really don’t want to know how many knives she has. Or is carrying.
• Is called “The Juggler” not so much for any talent with that skill, but for the way she tends to ‘juggle’ so many acts, as she can do almost all of them.
• Has a secret but likely unhealthy fascination with blood.
Candidates:
Dragon, Wher, or both: Wherrrrrrrrr (but she doesn’t know it yet!).
Color Preference: None.
General Info: …Please not flighty or whiny. Mira won’t be able to stand it.
RP Search: She’ll be coming to visit, but one of the Wherhandlers or Searchriders are welcome to ask when she does, if’n you please~.
Name: Misk
Color: Green Striped green 04dcb8 to 024515
Bonded to: Mira
Description: Proportionate to her playful personality, this compact little green has surprising agility for her stout build. She is very much at ease in the trees, swinging, jumping and gliding only the shortest of distances on her smallish wings. The benefit of her small wings is evident, however, in any run she initiates. She will baffle chasers as she slips easily through tangled branches – through spaces that don’t look nearly large enough. Her hide is an interesting mix of colors in an array of patterns across her body. A pale bluish green that hints far more towards blue than is typical for a green, runs in stripes alongside a more rich and deep forest green. The stripes are very evident along her spine, and grow more indistinct and mottled along the rest of her body, but this pattern serves to make her almost completely vanish against the greens of the jungle.
Her wing sails have almost yellow green splotches here and there, and she favors them as her most attractive feature. Her head is rounded, with a blunt snout, and the overall effect of compactness is completed by short headknobs and short, heavily muscled limbs. Proportionate to her size, she’s stronger than an average green, and she’ll be adept at hurtling her smaller form here and there, very fast and very agile, though as a wherling, she might just go too fast and take a tumble because of it. Given practice, and a special saddle to keep her seated, Mira may be able to ride Misk as she runs the trees, and jungle travel to unknown locations will be a snap for this pair.
Personality: This green is a light hearted creature who enjoys her bonded like no other and is most comfortable with Hers, but has a special tolerance and liking for any creature smaller than herself. She will likely pester her bonded until she picks something up, encouraging pets and creatures of all kinds as she has a soft heart for such things. Being a little on the small side herself, she is a little nervous around larger creatures, and particularly the males of the two big draconic species. Their presence tends to make her a bit reserved and quiet, but it is due to a type of schoolgirl shyness than any actual timidity. When alone with her bonded, she is a playful ball of energy, much like a kitten, and she’s most happy when she can bring a smile to Hers’ face.
Always curious to a nearly obsessive degree, her curiosity will likely get her into more than one awkward situation. She is likely to grow out of much of her youthful timidity as she matures, leaving behind only the curious playful soul, and her bonded will have her hands full just keeping the smallish green out of trouble. She has no sense of self-consciousness, and if she takes a tumble due to a misstep on her speedy way, who cares? She is decidedly free of any idea of possible consequence beyond feeling what her bonded feels, and she will never feel shame for not being able to perform some task, especially if she’s given it a decent try. She enjoys the early evening particularly, a time when most whers would just be waking from rest. She has a special tolerance for the heat of the day, and when the sun sets, she is often already active. Her hearing is acute, even beyond the typical wher, and eavesdropping would be easy for her if required. She regards other humans in a decidedly friendly way, but she will not tolerate being touched by anyone other than her bonded, thought it would take a lot to make her snap at someone. This will make visits to the infirmary wing particularly interesting.
Craftskills:
Craft: Harper.
Level of Proficiency: Senior Apprentice (left formal training, or would be a Journeyman).
Specialty: Storytelling, acting, information gathering.
Weakness: Traditional singing.
Name: Kira
Are you 17+?: Ayuh.
Contact Information:
AIM: KiraRP
Email: KiraKattRP@gmail.com
Past RP Experience: See one of the other four. *sighs at herself*
Character:
Name: Mira “Miri”
Age: 23, but she’ll tell you 19. Or 28. Or whatever suits her needs. (Mid-Autumn)
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Occupation: Traveling Acrobat/Dancer.
Description: Mira was blessed with her mother’s curves and her father’s thick waves of dark, brown-black hair. Large, dark, slightly-slanted eyes that are almost always dancing with amusement and full, luscious lips fit for both dazzling smiles and taunting smirks complete the ensemble to make her quite lovely. And she knows it. And flaunts it. When worn down, her thick locks fall in waves of dark almost-curls down to her waist, but she generally only wears it like that on the odd day of rest (admittedly few and far between). Usually, her hair is bound in some number of braids – one large one, multitudes of tiny ones, a dozen or two midsize ones – and often decorated here and there by small, colorful ribbons and tiny, shiny beads.
Her body, though curvaceous, is also packed with lean muscle, giving it the odd feeling of being at once both hard and soft. She’s flexible, and prefers to wear clothing that gives her a wide range of movement. Long skirts are out for obvious reasons, as are pants due to the fact that the seams like to tear under the strain she’d put them through. Airy, knee-length skirts are her preference, with thin, tiny shorts (often mistaken for undergarments) underneath so she can at least play at decency when doing high kicks and fast twirls. Her tops usually hug her body
Her feet are small with opposable toes, and she’s careful to make sure that they’re callous-free while maintaining enough thickness to the sole to not be too soft for walking barefoot everywhere. And when in the Holds, Halls, and Weyrs they’ve performed at, she honestly prefers to go barefoot. She’ll don soft leather boots for the occasions where being barefoot would be rude or make her seem like a hooligan, and for when she has to walk about while camping out inbetween performances. She owns one pair of hard-soled boots, and those are worn only while navigating hard terrain or if she thinks she might find danger, since there is a small blade hidden in the toes.
Her clothing color of choice is all black, though she will tolerate dark blues and has some dark brown attire for traveling, since it gets awfully dusty and brown shows it the least. A few brightly-colored, rainbow-hued outfits are kept around for performances, though, and the odd time she’s been invited to a more formal event.
She will almost never be caught looking melancholy unless it’s in-character for a performance, and almost always has a smile for everyone. When she’s not in anyone else’s company, she’ll often walk about with a small smirk that just screams ‘I know something you don’t know~’ just to see who it will get to talk to her. And she’s sure that if anyone outright asks, she could find some bit of juicy gossip to share…even if she has to make it up on the spot. Her stride usually has a carefully-practiced alluring sway to it, and her step can be as whisper-quiet or slapping-loud as she prefers. Her voice is a little deeper and rougher than most women’s, but in a way that makes it sound rich and seductive rather than masculine.
Personality: Mira is, in short, trouble incarnate. She’s a smooth-talking flirt who adores mischief, and has a penchant for riling it up. She’s saucy and bold, and seemingly has no limit to the impertinent things that come out of her mouth. She’s completely unabashed of any action she deigns to take, as she rests assured that if she took the time and chose to take it that it was perfectly acceptable. This is not to say that she’s a terror to be around, no, but life is certainly more interesting.
She’s quick and intelligent, and loves to push people’s buttons. Luckily, the same intellect that allows her to figure out just what those buttons are also assists her in realizing which ones just should not be pushed. Loud and impudent though she is, she gives a proper respect when people have shown her they’re deserving of it. And one really must show her they’re deserving, as she’s quick to cut down those who like to puff themselves up with impotent importance. She is, however, rather sly and if cutting the person down outright could stir up some unwanted trouble she’ll find some other way to make a mockery of them – such as in her plays. When you have the whole audience laughing at the joke, it would be incredibly untoward of the joke’s victim to, say, arrest you for it. And she never stays in one place long enough for her to worry about insulting anyone who isn’t part of the caravan anyway.
She’s a very ballsy young lady, and is quick to take a risk to prove a point
As long as a person is decently good at heart, she’s a very accepting person. Far be it for her to tell anyone else how to live or what is ‘proper.’ She’s made uncountable numbers of pleasant acquaintances, but her number of true friends is rather tiny in comparison. This is partly because, though she actually is a very caring person, she has no idea what to do with a person in tears (except crack jokes until they smile?) and she has little patience for whinging. She doesn’t trust all that easily, and is quicker to make a joke or distract with a story than to give over personal details of her own. Once someone does gain her trust, she’s a steadfast friend who’ll be there through thick and thin and will defend that person with her last breath so long as they deserve it. If her trust is ever broken, there is simply no way of regaining it, and she will often just pretend that person no longer exists to her.
She does have a fiery temper, but she has an equally fierce façade to hide it behind. She won’t often go red in the face and make some outburst of a spectacle, but instead will stew quietly until she finds a sufficient way to repay the insult. Someone who has managed to get on her bad side will quickly find themselves the target of several vicious rumors that no one can pinpoint the source of, and might possibly suffer some very coincidental misfortune. She believes in an eye for an eye, and won’t utterly destroy a person over something slight, but she will make their lives decidedly uncomfortable.
She loves attention, and even just knowing that she is seen. She very, very, very secretly holds that hurt little girl inside – one that was completely overlooked as her mother died in front of her, that her father never really showed anything but indifference toward. Though she possesses a genuinely sassy personality, it is likely the heavily buried base of it is a desperate cry for attention, built upon by her creativity into something that none can ignore and few will forget.
Incredibly creative, she’s always thinking up some new story or song or dance. She enjoyed her time as a Harper and would really like to continue her training…but life just hasn’t presented her the opportunity as of yet. Her time with the caravan has been some of the happiest of her life, but she’s gradually begun to secretly wish for a little more stability. A place to call her own and no worrying over how well she’ll be fed the next meal, as well as time to simply enjoy practicing her craft without the need to constantly churn out some new material for the next act, have started little inklings of craving within her. And, though she’s enjoyed being a leaf on the wind, perhaps she might wish to find she has a real purpose somewhere. …But has no idea what to do about it.
History: Mira was born to bored Holder Majin and his sweetly doting wife Lira one crisp autumn night. Her very early childhood was very normal and boring, though her father never really took an interest in her as she wasn’t a son. When Mira was four, Lira happily became pregnant again…but never made it to term. Just beginning the second trimester, a freak occurrence caused a small internal tear that eventually caused Lira to hemorrhage and killed both her and the baby. Too wrapped up in trying save the lady of the Hold, no one noticed that Mira had been holding her mother’s hand when the accident had occurred…and hadn’t let go. It was with gasps of shock that they finally noticed her there when she reached up to close her mother’s eyes, kiss her on the cheek, and curl up next to her blood-soaked body.
There was some worry over Mira’s mental health, as she became rather withdrawn and quiet after that. She played by herself instead of with other children, and was often seen twirling around as if in her own little world. Some would even swear they’d heard her talking to herself at times, but the sound would cut off as soon as they rounded the corner. Sometimes she’d be just standing in the middle of the room on those occasions, and then would make a show of actually doing something like walking over to a chair. When her father re-Joined two turns later – amidst whispers that he’d had the woman on the side all along – she just shrugged it off and ignored the woman. Finally, the caretakers’ worries escalated to the point that they took to spying on the little girl – and found something interesting.
The girl could hum a tune she’d only just encountered in the square the other day, and while her voice wasn’t exactly lovely, she’d couple it with the movement of her hands and feet and body into something enthralling to watch. She didn’t talk to herself, no, but she did tell stories. To her toys, the furniture, the wind. And, sometimes, she’d act them out – taking first one part, then another, switching back and forth between the various characters with ease – and would weave more intricate tales than the elder children would in play. In those moments, she was no longer the quiet and withdrawn little girl they worried for, but bright and vibrant and loud and unstoppable.
Until they entered the room.
It took another two turns, but finally they managed to clue her in that they were watching, and they knew, and they loved it. And so, shyly, she began to carry on her performances even once others were around. She’d make then scowl and smile and cry, in anger and sadness and mirth. They’d sway with the beat of her feet, and cheer when the heroes and heroines of her stories triumphed. In that time, they were hers, and she was all that mattered. And she liked it that way.
Her step-mother, naturally, didn’t. She believed that was no way for the daughter of a Holder to act in the slightest – like some common street performer! And the workers and drudges should not be being entertained by a mistress of their Hold – irregardless of the fact that they would finish their work anyway, and did so more happily than in the time before. And her Holder father could care less. When the woman came to finally be with child, she decided she didn’t want such an influence around her precious baby. And that’s when she began to whisper things in her husband’s ear – little things, at first. Then they might stumble across a performance here or there.
By the time their son was born – and she knew she had his full attention then – she had convinced him that his daughter was much better suited to an apprenticeship at the Harper Hall. Mira didn’t have much affection for either of them, so it was only the thought of leaving her ‘friends’ – the workers and drudges who’d practically raised her the past three turns – that made her weep and cling and beg to stay. But they’d hear nothing of it, convinced it was for the best. And so she was packed up and shipped off before the month was out.
Though recalcitrant at first, she was eventually too enthralled in all that the Hall had to offer to keep to herself. Even in her younger turns, her voice was a little rougher than the other girls, better suited to powerful yells than winding melodies, so they didn’t focus much on that talent. She could come up with catchy bits of music, but it was nearly impossible to get her to sit still long enough to notate them all down. Her inability to sit still also hampered her learning on most instruments, though she became somewhat adept at playing any that could be held in the hands as one walks. She had a natural charm, though, and a sense of confidence that simply made others snap to and pay attention when she spoke. Debating was easy, and the lessons in the ambassadorial services provided by the Hall were taken to like a sponge to water. Her story-telling abilities were greatly praised, and several plays were derived from her playful renditions (because good luck getting her to write them down herself). Her memory was excellent, so she saw little reason to write down what she’d remember anyway – and could teach others off of that memory. She continued with her dancing, training herself to new and more difficult maneuvers, and rekindling an interest enough in the main Hall that they recalled a few of their masters and journeymen who knew more in that area to begin classes on such again.
She wasn’t the essence of what people usually thought of as a Harper, but she was a model student for the skills she had. Her senior apprentice knots were gained shortly after she turned sixteen, but it was barely a month after that when her life would change again.
A group of traveling performers calling themselves Vicarious Vivacity came to Fort Hold. Some of the masters welcomed them with open arms, seeing as quite a few of the performers were apprentices or journeyman they had taught, where others scowled at the thought of those who they considered having ‘abandoned’ their craft. She was among the apprentices who snuck out to watch, and when one act called for volunteers she grinned and boldly strode out.
She didn’t return to her dorm for the next three days, she was so caught up in the festivities.
She didn’t even have to think twice when the caravan-master offered her a place amidst their number. She returned to inform her masters that she was leaving and to wish her friends farewell, and less than two days later her things were packed and she was off.
She’s been with the caravan for around seven turns now, traveling from place to place. She picked up a few more skills along the way, including the handling of several weapons (the road is a dangerous place for a lady, after all). Her favorite, however, are knives. She’s become quite a skilled shot with a thrown dagger and often will switch out with others to do this performance. She’s even managed to compose a few ‘dances’ that more resemble weapon battles, but with twirls and flips and music to accompany the clashing of blades into something mesmerizing. Her flexibility and sense of rhythm has earned her some notoriety as a contortionist and acrobat, as well. The skillset she brought to the mix allowed her to quickly climb in esteem, though there’s no real ranking amongst the caravan members except for the caravan-master. She is still, however, somewhat annoyed that she never did get to advance beyond Senior Apprentice Harper even in the last few years despite her abilities; but, since there are no Master Harpers in the caravan, there is no one qualified to graduate her.
Though not all Holds and Halls welcomed their visits – sticking to the idea that performers were just thieves looking for an easy crowd – the ones that did would often be surprised by the performers’ adherence to laws and willingness to work with the local law enforcement. Mira herself has several times placed herself as an inconspicuous guard against thieves and violent outbursts. And while the troupe is generally a jovial and accepting bunch, if anyone among them were to tread too far on the wrong side of the law they’d angrily bring them up on charges themselves. During one of her performances, Mira once caught a fellow performer picking the pockets of the assembled crowd – and promptly handed him over to the nearest authorities. Through thick and thin, Vivacious Vivacity maintains that it is there to share joy with its audiences, not take it from them – and Mira has lived and breathed that notion.
When they heard about the tragedy happening at Silver Cove Weyr and the subsequent move to Cerulean Weyr, she was among those in the caravan who pushed for a visit. They were about the joy of life and all its opportunities, and what better to lift the spirits of the broken back into focusing on the good things life still had to offer? Of course, traveling from the Northern Continent to the Southern Continent takes quite a bit of time, especially for such a large troupe, and the best port-of-call for them would be at Southern Hold. It would take quite awhile even after the decision was made to make their way there. …Which was for the best, really. That way, it wouldn’t be enforcing cheer on the miserable, but brightening the lives of those with the wills of survivors. …Right?
Fun Facts:
• Why yes, she is that flexible.
• Refuses to go back to her home hold. Ever.
• She really is banned from Bitra Hold. Ask her the story. She loves telling it.
• No, you really don’t want to know how many knives she has. Or is carrying.
• Is called “The Juggler” not so much for any talent with that skill, but for the way she tends to ‘juggle’ so many acts, as she can do almost all of them.
• Has a secret but likely unhealthy fascination with blood.
Dragon, Wher, or both: Wherrrrrrrrr (but she doesn’t know it yet!).
Color Preference: None.
General Info: …Please not flighty or whiny. Mira won’t be able to stand it.
RP Search: She’ll be coming to visit, but one of the Wherhandlers or Searchriders are welcome to ask when she does, if’n you please~.
Name: Misk
Color: Green Striped green 04dcb8 to 024515
Bonded to: Mira
Description: Proportionate to her playful personality, this compact little green has surprising agility for her stout build. She is very much at ease in the trees, swinging, jumping and gliding only the shortest of distances on her smallish wings. The benefit of her small wings is evident, however, in any run she initiates. She will baffle chasers as she slips easily through tangled branches – through spaces that don’t look nearly large enough. Her hide is an interesting mix of colors in an array of patterns across her body. A pale bluish green that hints far more towards blue than is typical for a green, runs in stripes alongside a more rich and deep forest green. The stripes are very evident along her spine, and grow more indistinct and mottled along the rest of her body, but this pattern serves to make her almost completely vanish against the greens of the jungle.
Her wing sails have almost yellow green splotches here and there, and she favors them as her most attractive feature. Her head is rounded, with a blunt snout, and the overall effect of compactness is completed by short headknobs and short, heavily muscled limbs. Proportionate to her size, she’s stronger than an average green, and she’ll be adept at hurtling her smaller form here and there, very fast and very agile, though as a wherling, she might just go too fast and take a tumble because of it. Given practice, and a special saddle to keep her seated, Mira may be able to ride Misk as she runs the trees, and jungle travel to unknown locations will be a snap for this pair.
Personality: This green is a light hearted creature who enjoys her bonded like no other and is most comfortable with Hers, but has a special tolerance and liking for any creature smaller than herself. She will likely pester her bonded until she picks something up, encouraging pets and creatures of all kinds as she has a soft heart for such things. Being a little on the small side herself, she is a little nervous around larger creatures, and particularly the males of the two big draconic species. Their presence tends to make her a bit reserved and quiet, but it is due to a type of schoolgirl shyness than any actual timidity. When alone with her bonded, she is a playful ball of energy, much like a kitten, and she’s most happy when she can bring a smile to Hers’ face.
Always curious to a nearly obsessive degree, her curiosity will likely get her into more than one awkward situation. She is likely to grow out of much of her youthful timidity as she matures, leaving behind only the curious playful soul, and her bonded will have her hands full just keeping the smallish green out of trouble. She has no sense of self-consciousness, and if she takes a tumble due to a misstep on her speedy way, who cares? She is decidedly free of any idea of possible consequence beyond feeling what her bonded feels, and she will never feel shame for not being able to perform some task, especially if she’s given it a decent try. She enjoys the early evening particularly, a time when most whers would just be waking from rest. She has a special tolerance for the heat of the day, and when the sun sets, she is often already active. Her hearing is acute, even beyond the typical wher, and eavesdropping would be easy for her if required. She regards other humans in a decidedly friendly way, but she will not tolerate being touched by anyone other than her bonded, thought it would take a lot to make her snap at someone. This will make visits to the infirmary wing particularly interesting.
Craftskills:
Craft: Harper.
Level of Proficiency: Senior Apprentice (left formal training, or would be a Journeyman).
Specialty: Storytelling, acting, information gathering.
Weakness: Traditional singing.
