Mythra Ogith Aug 5, 2017 0:07:38 GMT -5
Post by Mythra Ogith on Aug 5, 2017 0:07:38 GMT -5
Character Full Name:
19 Guardian 8 Dragon
Dalish Clan just outside of Antiva City
Mercenary, casual trader
Wolf named Pirsan
Long medium brown, normally worn up, braided into a bun
Large, blue as the sky, able to pierce through a normal person with just one look
Black tattoo just under left eye, delicate pattern. Smooth mocha skin peppered by beauty marks on forehead and cheeks. Large, full lips that are commonly left naked. Very little makeup is worn, though she sometimes darkens around her eyes with dark kohl that makes her appear almost wild.
As a mercenary, her body is littered with weapons. Three of note are the two red steel daggers strapped to her back and the small hunting knife she carries on her belt.
Steel Splintmail armor set fit for a mercenary.
Small coin purse, used to purchase treats for Pirsan while in town. Weapons in every available pocket, small vials of various poisons wrapped in layers of cloth to prevent breakage. Small sewing kit, bandages for first aid, lines and hooks for fishing.
Cooking, Fishing, Sewing, Bartering, First Aid, Hunting
Killing, poison making
Common Tongue, Antivan, hints of Elvish and Qunlat
Improved Coercion, Improved Stealing, Master Poison Making.
Stealth, Dual Striking
Deft Hands, Improved Tools, Dual Weapon Training, Dual Weapon Finesse, Dual Weapon Expert
Activated Abilities: (to start, choose a maximum of 5; if your mage character has a school specialization, please see the Spells and Talents worksheet for instructions)
Below the Belt, Deadly Strike, Riposte, Dual Weapon Sweep, Flurry
Mistrustful of everyone but her wolf, Mythra has always kept people at an arm's length, preventing anyone from becoming too close. With a sense of humor that has gotten her in trouble once or twice, the stories she tells around a campfire, while possibly embellished, have always been welcome fun to her companions. Able to drink her weight in ale, her stories better tenfold while drunk. Cold and committed to her work, Mythra is what some might call an enigma: a loyal mercenary. She has always felt the better option in life is to shut up and do the work that you're paid for. A smaller guaranteed paycheck will always be better in her eyes than a larger possible paycheck.
Mythra Ogith was born in a Dalish Clan in Antiva to Lanara and Varin. The clan had been resting just outside of Antiva City at the time. Varin had never proved himself to be a good father, rather, spending what little he earned from odd jobs in the clan and surrounding areas on drinking and gambling. When Mythra was only three, he left, never to return. Growing up, Mythra had always been a friend to any animal she met. The halla of her clan developed a special relationship with her, and allowed her to become a young apprentice to the halla keeper of her clan.
On a trip to town with her mother when Mythra was twelve, they encountered an irate and drunk group of humans just on the outskirts of town. After attempting to avoid the group, they became indignant, and instead decided to attack the two elves. Lanara told Mythra to run as fast as she could, and not to look back. She did. After a few hours of hiding in the woods, Mythra returned to the area the fight had taken place in, and found her mother's dead body on the ground. Her clothes had been torn, her face bloodied and bruised. After what seemed like an eternity of gut-wrenching, sorrowful, painful screaming, Mythra returned to her clan to share the news of her mother's death.
After her mother's death, Mythra became disenchanted with the world. She lost interest in being the halla keeper of her clan, stopped her training to become a hunter, and at the age of fifteen left her clan permanently. She fled to Antiva City, living on the streets, stealing food and money from anyone unlucky enough to cross her path. During this time, she learned her dirty fighting style, fighting from shadows and developing mild poisons to harm anyone who might do her harm. After years of living this way, she found a traveling mercenary group passing through Antiva City, looking for one more. With her limited poison knowledge, and her dirty fighting style, they welcomed her to the group.
Traveling in a group of more than twenty people at a time was strange to Mythra, as she had considered herself alone for so many years, adjusting to friendly conversation had taken time, time that she spent sharpening her daggers, and collecting as many knives as she could stash on her body. It's during this time that her traveling companions had nicknamed her "Points" for her pointy elven ears and her constantly sharp daggers and knives. Life began to make more sense to her: do what you're told, get paid, and eventually, die.
Since her departure from her clan, Points had not had much contact with animals, save the rats in the sewers she used to frequent. Even those did not welcome her presence, scurrying away without so much as a second thought. Yet, out on the open road, travelling across Thedas, she encountered all kinds of animals. Kinds she had never seen before, kinds she had never thought could exist. She befriended each and every one of them. On one of her stops in a town, she found an old tome, simply titled: Manual: Ranger. Flipping through the pages, she saw hundreds of ways to befriend animals, to teach them combat, to command them. Without a thought, she bought it.
Just outside Nordbotten on a year long job, a pack of grey wolves had been killed by a wandering group of salesmen and their guards, disregarding the wolves' passive nature to humans. While investigating the pack, Points found a pup that had survived the massacre, clinging to its mother's neck. Points took the pup that day, and has had him ever since. She named him Pirsan, and taught him to guard along the roads at night, to help in fights, to play during storms. He has since been her closest companion, her most trusted friend, and her greatest ally during fights.
Points has spent years in the travelling mercenary band that she's grown to know as home. Years before she returned to Antiva with them, years before she heard rumors of the clan that once was her family. But, once she did hear rumors, waves of memories crashed over her. How happy she had felt as a child, how much she had loved the halla under her care. The love she had felt for her mother, the anger at her father. It was at that time that Mythra, no longer Points, decided she needed to return home.