Myria Blackburn {Rogue}
[Myria: meaning 'sea of bitterness']
Half-elf, sharp features, green eyes, short auburn hair, sly and shady, multiple earrings, wears a bandana
[Myria: meaning 'sea of bitterness']
Half-elf, sharp features, green eyes, short auburn hair, sly and shady, multiple earrings, wears a bandana
Backstory
Once an exuberant child filled with sunshine in her sparkling green eyes, Myria's happy childhood was broken when raiders plundered and slaughtered her village in cold blood. The visage of her house blazing and her parents sputtering on their blood on the crimson floor of their home with tear-strained eyes was the last memory she had of her village, as her younger sister Moira and her were slumped over the shoulders of one of the raiders. The next few days were a blur as the raiders had the two young girls shipped to another port, and auctioned off like exotic animals in the underground slave market. The exotic beauty and ancestry of the young half-elfs were sought after by the pagans, who believed that drinking the blood or mating with one the half-breeds gave them youth and power. The raiders saw their foolish beliefs as a golden opportunity.
At twelve, Myria was sold as a slave to the noble pagan human family of the Paynes. Tamed by the magical slave collar which sent numbing, incapacitating bolts through her each time she resisted their orders, she had little choice but to comply. The Paynes trained her to do their dirty work - helping the Paynes obtain secret information and incriminating evidences against their political oppositions or rebellious civilians who protested against the high taxes and unfair treatment. Above her daily "chores", the Paynes used her as their blood prey. They enjoyed looking at her face contort in agony as they licked her blood off her stinging wounds slowly and deliberately. By the time she was 16, Myria's arms were filled with scars and she dreaded the touch of people, for she knew pain soon followed. She had learnt not to trust anything she saw; the world was unfair and filled with lies; and to never accept gifts, for they were likely laced with poison or curses, as she had so been well-acquainted in her line of work.
By 18, the once positive Myria had grown apathetic, cold and disinterested in the ugly world. On nights when she thought of taking her own life, the thought of finding Moira and escaping together would hold her back. She longed to find her sister desperately and to rid herself of the collar that imprisoned her.
Once an exuberant child filled with sunshine in her sparkling green eyes, Myria's happy childhood was broken when raiders plundered and slaughtered her village in cold blood. The visage of her house blazing and her parents sputtering on their blood on the crimson floor of their home with tear-strained eyes was the last memory she had of her village, as her younger sister Moira and her were slumped over the shoulders of one of the raiders. The next few days were a blur as the raiders had the two young girls shipped to another port, and auctioned off like exotic animals in the underground slave market. The exotic beauty and ancestry of the young half-elfs were sought after by the pagans, who believed that drinking the blood or mating with one the half-breeds gave them youth and power. The raiders saw their foolish beliefs as a golden opportunity.
At twelve, Myria was sold as a slave to the noble pagan human family of the Paynes. Tamed by the magical slave collar which sent numbing, incapacitating bolts through her each time she resisted their orders, she had little choice but to comply. The Paynes trained her to do their dirty work - helping the Paynes obtain secret information and incriminating evidences against their political oppositions or rebellious civilians who protested against the high taxes and unfair treatment. Above her daily "chores", the Paynes used her as their blood prey. They enjoyed looking at her face contort in agony as they licked her blood off her stinging wounds slowly and deliberately. By the time she was 16, Myria's arms were filled with scars and she dreaded the touch of people, for she knew pain soon followed. She had learnt not to trust anything she saw; the world was unfair and filled with lies; and to never accept gifts, for they were likely laced with poison or curses, as she had so been well-acquainted in her line of work.
By 18, the once positive Myria had grown apathetic, cold and disinterested in the ugly world. On nights when she thought of taking her own life, the thought of finding Moira and escaping together would hold her back. She longed to find her sister desperately and to rid herself of the collar that imprisoned her.