Post by Arizae on Mar 10, 2011 1:45:20 GMT -5
Name: Mirimel Keshan[/blockquote]
Age: 21
Race: Human
Occupation: Herbalist
Allegiance: Broddring
Physical Description:
Mirimel cannot claim to be a beauty when standing next to an elf, but one would be wrong to call her ugly or plain. She does not have the high cheekbones or perfectly shaped face like the long-lived people, but she carries a confidence all her own. Miri has a finely shaped body and is slightly above average in height standing at about 5’9”. She knows how to use much of this to her advantage and is used to getting her way. Normally this is a good thing as she knows what she is doing in her art, but it has also led to some not so wonderful circumstances as well. Her legs are long, finely toned and her hips are noticeable, if not overbearing. Followed by a thin waist and generous breasts she is cut in that much sought after hourglass figure. A gift from Nyx she will say with a coy smile and laughter, but it is also the result of a very active lifestyle and many of her own herbs.
Her face is not the most stunning, but it can turn heads if she holds herself high. Finally shaped lips, if only a bit too thin rarely part when she smiles. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost matching the shade of her hair which is near black. She will normally keep her hair tied back in a long tail, or simply put it up in a bun. Daily activities keep her busy, what with administering herbs to those that need them and she must not be bothered by her long hair. Miri keeps her nails trimmed and shapes them, mainly so it is easier to keep dirt from them. Despite her efforts they will often be dirty from all her work with plants and she accepts that as a part of her life. So her hands are a bit rougher than she would like and it is difficult to scrub all the dirt from them. This she does almost daily however, since she is the herbalist for her town she sees to the sick often and she believes in washing your hands. Especially around the sick.
As is proper for a young woman she wears dresses. Now she is not wealthy by any means, so she normally does well with a good set of woolen dresses. She wouldn’t wear the silk even if she had it, for fear it would be ruined as she worked among her herbs. Miri has a few outfits in her possession, though not many, and will wear what is needed when appropriate. Nothing overly special, even if she does get a few raised brows from proper village woman when they see the low cut of her dress. She enjoys walking around barefoot, and has rather tough soles for it. However she will don good traveling shoes or simple sandals when it is proper. Mirimel does not always stay put, and being young has not found the place she would love to be. So many of her herbs are collected in numerous pouches and satchels that she drapes around herself.
Since she still travels the world, searching for more plants to add to her collection and more villages to teach and study with she owns a single mule. The creature is near its middling years and can be incredibly stubborn. Miri can barely entice it and if any other living creature gets near it gets rather ornery. Miri named him Bloke, but usually ends up calling him by a very few choice curses. The only reason she was able to afford him was because a farmer simply could not get him to do anything and had given up. Bloke is very dark, almost black with the bit of white around his eyes. Classic big ears and a wide chest. A strong animal and incredibly useful when persuaded to do anything. The cart Miri uses is small and contains numerous potted plants as well as all her earthy possessions. It has a small cover over it to protect it from the vicious rains of the plains. Rather drab in its colors she doesn’t stand out much along any of the trade routes.
Personality:
Mirimel is kind hearted, but also a bit sly. She has been traveling on her own for a few years now and she has had to make due with herself. Without someone to protect her she uses her wiles to keep safe. She has put herself in some pretty bad situations by enticing men she should’ve have avoided, but so far she has not been too badly harmed. All the same it is a game to her and she loves using her looks to get men to come her way. She has been chased from villages as mobs claimed she was a witch. Miri can’t help but not blame them, she is an herbalist after all, and if she happens to steal their men during the night is that all her fault?
Loyalty is not one of her strong suits. She had a teacher, an aged woman that lived in the wilds and took her in, but Miri left her as soon as she was able. The young woman does have a soft spot for children and can be found giving out sweets to any young innocent eyes that come her way. This does not help with her witch image. She is light hearted and childlike herself. Miri considers herself something of a bard as well at times and will tell tales and sing many different songs for any that would care to listen. Within the few years she has traveled her cart has been a welcome sight to those few open hearted villages that see past her outward appearance.
Miri tries her best to be wry or witty, but it can come off badly at times. Her jokes can be inappropriate or simply not make any sense. This is due to her being raised far from society and her being somewhat limited in human interaction. She plays it as smoothly as she can, but she embarrasses easily. Overall Miri loves to learn and enjoys her craft. Studying herbs and simple potions or teas eats up a lot of her time. Many experiments have gone wrong and she has several amusing stories about the effects from some of the more interesting of leaves. Despite her childlike and flirtatious ways she does have a sharp mind. She learns quickly and rarely forgets anything. Though she is quite forgiving when others wrong her.
History:
Mirimel Keshan was born to a rather eccentric pair of lovers. Her father Leir and mother Ilia lived far into the wild on their own. They believed in living at one with nature around them and leaving very little imprint on the world. Her father used to take her on his lap late at night and tell her stories of far off lands and close by. Forbidden love and tales of vengeance, maidens that became warriors and heroes that became villains. She was enchanted by his magical tone at such an early age and did her best to remember everything he told her. Before long she would act out those stories and started to make up her own. Naturally her father made up a few of his tales, but he was also corrected her on the facts when she was retelling the histories and true stories of the few half-elves. When her father was away on his long hunts it was a sad time for the young girl. He traveled far and wide to support his family and was considered a great hunter and woodsmen by any of the few that had contact with him. Unfortunately one of the great sadness’s in Miri’s life came when her dear father passed away as she had just turned ten years of age.
Thankfully she was no less in love with her mother and Ilia cared very much for her daughter. The woman herself was no less impressive than her husband, and what Leir had taught Miri about the forest and its animals, as well as all those fantastic tales, Ilia instructed her daughter in the ways of herbs. She also taught Miri how to sing, and she herself had a very beautiful voice. Ilia would also make her daughter learn her letters and a scattering of the Ancient Language they had picked up. For they lived very close to elves and they were a constant threat. Leir had a standing truce with them and occasionally they traded. But in the end it all became naught as the elves struck down Miri’s father. Since then she has held a deep bitterness towards them. The elves did feel guilty to an extent, and made sure to leave the daughter and mother well enough alone. During those six years Miri learned more of herblore and began to tell her mother stories. When she turned sixteen she decided she had had enough. The stories had enchanted her, but she wanted to learn more, see where these events were happening.
Her mother grieved, but it was happiness that she watched her only child leave. Ilia would stay, for she was much too old to travel now, but she knew her daughter could not be kept off far in the woodland. So she watched the young girl go, and hoped for the best. Mirimel soon came into her own in the wide lands of Alagaesia. She acquired her cart and the mule, Bloke. Now she hopes to study the world abroad, bringing her herbs and her stories to villages and cities. She has gotten herself into trouble more than one time and has paid the price for it. But she remains lighthearted and positive. She will enchant the nations with her song and stories, and she will spread knowledge of healing herbs to those towns that are not blessed enough to have a mage.
