Country Affiliation: Reim Empire
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D
Specialization: Strength
Age + Birthdate: 18, August 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
Myriel has always been an oddball among the other fanalis who had been free to wander the world on their own accord. That didn’t stop her however from being the alluring lady that she is today. Her life was quite simple before working as a slave had its perks, but with her freedom she suddenly felt freer than a bird. As a fanis she didn’t normally didn’t pay any mind toward her manner of dress as she made a great poster girl for opening establishments without feeling embarrassed.
Like most former slaves, Myriel had difficulties learning to cope with being the master of her own fate. The largest being her gullible/obedient nature. As she has been looking for jobs many people took advantage of her kind nature paying her wages that hardly befit the amount of effort she had put into the job. Recently, Myriel learned that they had minimum wages for certain types of labors which often causes her to whine still realizing that she had been duped for three years. This earlier servitude also makes her a great ally as she grows quite attach to those her treat her well and is always willing to pledge her loyalty to them.
Another interesting thing that people make note of when the converse with her is the imagination she has and her hopes for one day making something with her own two hands that conveys cuteness and courteousness.Often times one can see her gazing up to the marvelous sky giving faces to all of the clouds even when none are to be found to the normal observer.
Painstakingly optimistic. It could be pouring rain, just below the freezing point with the spawn of demons charging toward her and she would still be looking on the bright side of life. Practically nothing is able to ruin her mood except for comments on her inability to cook.
Myriel isn’t quite sure where it comes from but whenever she sees another person at risk of being injured her physical prowess snaps her into position usual taking the brunt of the force not matter how dangerous it may be. Is even more protective of her friends as she can’t bare to watch others in pain and to a certain point she almost enjoys it on a masochistic level.
Among all the gifts that fanalis are bestowed she probably would disgrace her entire race with how big of a clutz she is.It isn’t even a trait of hers that shows itself that often as when she fights her natural instinct seamingly take over providing her the grace that any of her kin possess but when she is doing menial tasks she seems to b e a complete and total spaz tripping over herself as if she was born with two left feet.
She has a possessive mentality believing that anything she receives or anyone who agrees to be her friend now solely belongs to her. Ironic enough as she use to be a slave and acting like she owns people who have just become her friend.
Likes:
Meat: Since she was young she had always preferred the smell and taste of meats over that of vegetables and fruits. She doesn’t despise other food groups at all but she does prefer it better.
Animals: Myriel always seems to wander about through the wilderness attempting to befriend the cute and fluffy animals.
Summer: The warmth, the rays of the sun, and the reasoning that she uses to practically wear anything she wants. The season doesn’t matter too much to her as she is marginally unaffected by the cold.
Dislikes:
Heavy Clothing: In general Myriel tends to flaunt herself off while in public sticking to light dresses that barely offer any warmth and the choice of her skimpier bikini like under clothes that give her mobility.
Insects: Pests to the entire world and a sworn enemy to Myriel. Although they aren’t that terrible in her eyes she often has silly dreams of ridding the world of them.
Spring: Often related to the endless storms and rain showers, Myriel indeed hates this time of the month as the water always soaks her to the bone it seems. She refuses to use aid from that of an umbrella to assist in the manner. This is the largest affect on why she wears so little as she hates having the extra weight of wet clothes more than being wet herself.
Aspirations:As a whole, Myriel could care less about the world and the path that its people take as she quite honestly doesn’t care enough to help protect the whole thing. Instead she finds her purpose in everyday life travelling about the empire of Reim assisting the little folk who often seek her employment. When asked by fellow travelers she would state that her motives were of no reason but to know that she was here to assists. Deep down beneath her bubbly exterior though she has a desire to seek others with high potential and make their dreams a reality as she has none of her own. Since she was a slave she never was born to believe in such silly aspirations but she was always talked to when regarding other people who wanted to gain power or become king which made hers clear to others.
Phobias/fears:Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. Since she was a child Myriel had alway been terrified of the darkness as the major form of punishment which her former master used was locking her up within windowless room. One day she was locked up without food or water for an entire day till she felt like she was going insane. She begged a pleaded for hours to be released but it didn’t help as her first master was a cruel one who left to enjoy the rest of his day. His other servant given strict orders only to release her when next morning came around. She was found curled up in the corner of the room crying from the traumatic experience at the age of seven. She was later released when slavery was abolished.
Face-Claim: Cerberus from Shingeki no Bahumut
Hair Color: Crimson
Eye Color: Scarlet
Height: 167 cm (5'6")
Weight: 54.9 kg (121 lbs)
Appearance: Myriel’s wardrobe is rather limited as she only ever owned one outfit and set of undergarments. Generally she is watched through the town square by a mass of onlookers as she skips through town in her purple and ebony decorated dress. When she is feeling hot and can’t stand the soft gentle touch of the skirt brushing against her thighs she tends to swap into what appears to be a ruby red bikini top that would make most elderly turn their head. Usually Myriel cheery can do attitude is accompanied by graceful ribbons that trail two feet behind her with jubilation. Her poise and grace is much like that of a feline always jumping up or climbing about on rooftops being easily bored with the commonly treaded path.
Rukh Alignment: Light Rukh
Special Traits:Myriel is odd as she seemed to have been born with cat ears which isn’t normal but not an unlikely trait in this world.
History:Myriel was born in the Plains to a small group of free fanalis with her loving mother, father, and baby brother. She was raised for the first three years of her life till slave traders raided their company taking a few members of the small group while all the warriors were out hunting. Stolen away from her family she began at a young age to question what the motives were behind people. Since she had just started retaining her thoughts she wasn’t particularly sure of what her captors had in store for her and was easily influenced. She remembered asking one of them who seemed to be shocked when the girl was being so genuine of what was happening. The manner in which he spoke would have made many question his true profession as he told her that she was being reallocated to a place that could better fit her needs as her father was having trouble providing. Ignorant and young she accepted this at face value and continued to woo the hearts of the slavers.
After being taken across the sea on with this odd crew she began to question why the other slaves weren’t allowed out from below the deck. The most common answer was that they were sick or that they were too rowdy that they would have tried an mutinied against them because they didn’t want to move from their original home. After the long voyage the crew had actually grown quite attached to her some almost feeling like keeping her on the vessel as she lifted their spirits. The thought however was quickly lost though when they heard that a noble was willing to pay twice as much as they were intending to sell her off at. Thrown away like a bone to the wolves she began to wonder why they would have left her as they gave her no explanation. Was this her final stop this was her new home and family?
The man who had bought her out from the jolly crew was less than accommodating as them. Seeing her beauty as a young child she knew that as she grew older that Myriel would be worth every penny although the manner of which she was treated was not correct in his eyes. As the years passed he would allow her to grow up merely as a child among the slave with a few minor jobs primarily scrubbing the floor. As she grew older though it began to grow more and more apparent of why the rest of her people were locked below the deck. The first time she shirked her responsibilities she received punishment in the loss of her lunch and dinner. But as she grew older the punishment grew crueler to physical and eventually the psychological trauma that has made her fear the darkness.
After being held in captivity for so long she had a strange moment where slavery was abolished thus sending her master into a spiral of rage and depression. Free to wander and go where she pleased. At first she seeked employment at the food stands, many venders were trying to take her charm for their own service as she was able to win the hearts of the women with her gentle demeanor and the eye of the men. All of these jobs paid well enough but do to her nature they were trying to have the lowest price they could get away with which was easy considering her ignorance.
Eventually she would leave them though when she had earned enough for travelling and sought out dreamers.
Role-Play Sample: Rein’s glorious streets were always such a marvel to see when the sun beamed down upon them. The marvelous stone building and Colosseum were surrounding the fanalis girl who now was pondered her next job and what it would entail, sadly for her though this day was anything but glorious. The vibrant glow was instead covered with a deluge of rain clouds that had blotted out the sun for the past two days. Along with the mood of the civilians who were all tucked away in doors, Myriel found a small columned passage nearby to take shelter in. Unfortunate for her she had already been charging through the downpour for an hour trying to find some form of shelter that wouldn’t have involved imposing upon another individual.
Now drenched to the bone both her traveling pack and clothes felt heavy as they weighed her down. Perched upon a small railing that seemed to be used for assisting the elderly as they walked along the path. She was whining as she began to peel the dress off that all but plastered to her skin with little luck. With poise and grace that would have caused birds to grow envious of her balance until she got the blouse over her head.
A piercing shriek was followed by a clang as she tumbled down from her perch. She barely managed to slow herself down now blinded by her outfit as her head collided with the lower side of the wall. The next portion tossing her to the ground as the mess of clothes smacked against it leaving an imprint of her wet figure upon the ground. The drenched clothes were now suffocating the poor kid as she desperately pulled at it finally tossing it off with a powerful heave back out into the downpour. Dressed in her skimpier enjoyable outfit for when it rained she whined as her dress continued to be inundated with water from the side lines.
“Great now I’m gonna have to hang all these up to dry again and I can’t get my dress without going back out their.” A catlike whine escaped from her pursed lips as she sat and waited out the storm.
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