Mysaren
Lieu: Blue Moon Tavern
Mysaren s'est déplacée à travers son argent de façon incertaine, en comptant soigneusement. Oui, elle en avait plein. Elle a regardé vers le haut pour voir une jeune femme avec de grandes ailes, une noire, une brune. Elle avait des cheveux plus longs, mais il a été soigneusement maintenu, et apparemment, le nom de la femme était Historia. Elle sourit doucement, prenant la main d'Historia dans la sienne. Historia était aussi significativement plus petite qu'elle, elle pouvait en dire autant. "Plaisir de vous rencontrer, Historia. Mon nom est Mysaren," Elle a dit, son accent épais mais sa voix était toujours stable et claire, "Je ne me dérange pas du tout. J'aime plutôt la compagnie." Historia semblait assez gentil, peut-être un peu naïf pour approcher au hasard quelqu'un dans une taverne, surtout quelqu'un assis dans le coin qui sentait horrible et était couvert de terre. Mais ça ne lui dérangeait pas, et elle a toujours apprécié un peu de conversation. Elle s'est levée et est allée s'asseoir au bar, assise à côté d'Historia, qui parlait à quelqu'un d'autre en ce moment. Elle attendait patiemment qu'Historia remarque qu'elle s'était assise là-haut. Elle voulait boire un verre, mais le garde-bar... le garde-bar était un peu effrayant.
Mais elle était toujours en alerte, ses yeux trainant autour de la taverne. L'endroit lui a donné une ambiance bizarre, comme si c'était presque trop beau pour être vrai. Mais c'était tout à fait confortable, et elle s'est retrouvée lentement en train de se détendre. Peut-être qu'elle exagère, ayant été dans beaucoup trop d'auberges de backwater où une mort était toujours au coin de la rue. Elle a tapé son index sur la table en regardant autour de lui, voyant une fille entrer avec un chat assez grand d'une sorte. Son épée se reposait encore confortablement sur sa ceinture, et elle n'hésitait pas à la dessiner au premier signe d'ennui, mais après avoir regardé le propriétaire, sa convoitise de sang s'estompait aussi vite qu'il était venu. Quelque chose au sujet du propriétaire, ou du moins, l'homme qu'elle a supposé être le propriétaire, l'a effrayée. Elle n'aimait pas avoir peur, mais quelque chose à propos du regard vide sur son visage l'a rendue nerveuse, et elle s'est occupée de cadavres pour gagner sa vie.
Name: Mysaren
Race: Bean Nighe
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Unemployed, robs graves for a living.
Personality/Interests
On the surface, she seems like a very easy person to talk to, someone who you can trust, someone who knows a lot about the world. On the inside, though, Mysaren just desperately wants to be accepted by people. One of her biggest fears is people not liking her. Mysaren can be seen as somewhat manipulative, lying and cheating to people often to get her way, although this is something that she is trying to fix. She's definitely not above dirty tricks in order to get what she wants, or sometimes needs. She's very good at feigning confidence, which is how she does her "job", by either brute force or pretending that she's supposed to be in area's that she's not supposed to go. Despite this, she's definitely loyal to those she cares about, and definitely tries to help her friends in family in any way she can. Mysaren is somewhat hot-headed, and has a very quick temper. On the inside, she's a very sensitive person, though. She takes a lot of things literally, and doesn't really appreciate jokes or teasing at all.
She cares immensely about her family at home, and her greatest fear is something bad happening to them. Her entire life has been spent trying to support them the best she can, even stealing and cheating in order to get money. She's often very cheap, not liking to spend money frivolously, even if she has money. She has a bit of a mistrust for anyone with large amounts of money as well.
Appearance
Mysaren is a rather tall women, having the look of a warrior. She's muscular, with a chiseled, prominent jaw and square face. She has short, curly black hair, which barely goes past her ears, although her bangs cover her eyes if not pulled back. She has dark brown skin, which is marred with various scars. Her eyes are deep-set, and blue eyes that look like the deep end of the pool. Freckles cover a large amount of her face, and are lightly sprinkled on her shoulders.
Details
Body build: Muscular, well built.
Hair: Short, curly.
Hair color: Black.
Skin color: Dark brown.
Eye/Iris color: Dark blue.
Height/Weight: 6'3, 185.
Notable Features: Freckles, her arms and legs are somewhat covered in scars.
Clothing Description
She tends to wear long, dark purple robes with a gold trim around the edges, and a hood. Underneath, she wears a black tunic, a normal pair of pants which are brown, and a belt, which is covered in various small pockets and bags. She carries a larger, messenger bag that's made of black leather and has several runes carved into it. She also wears thick, black leather gloves, and rather strong, worn boots, made for travelling.
Equipment
A spell book and several other books, a few healing and mana potions, various materials for her spell work, a shovel, a lantern, and a bottle of oil.
Weapon(s)
Her wand, a knife, and a small sword.
Powers
Due to her years spent living in the darkness, she has a heightened sense of sight.
Abilities
She is able to tell when someone is about to die, although she can't get specifics on who/why/how. It's usually just a loud, wordless muttering in the back of her mind.
Talents
Hand to hand combat.
Petty thievery
Her persuasive power.
Magic
Deals primarily in Necromancy. Talking with the deceased, being able to call upon them in times of battle.

Sessamaru - "He seems level-headed, but I am envious of his rather joyous personality."
Historia - "A naive little bird. I do hope she at least knows enough to stay out of trouble."
Saha - "Never much liked snakes."
Katelia - "An annoyance."
Julio - "He knows how to keep his mouth shut. I can respect that."
Azzrix - "Pompous ass. I can't help but respect his ability to kill rich people though. Keeps me in business."
Margaret - "I don't much respect greediness, but she's at least a good companion otherwise."
Naida - "Rather nice. Pretty cute as well."
Drubbins - "An idiot. Lovable, but an idiot."
Tahira - "One of them brainy types, and not so good with people. Kinda painful to talk with her."
Rimau - "He has a very similar sense of humor as me, and he's pretty friendly. I like him a lot."
Claire - "Rather shy, but not bad to talk to. Could be a good friend."
Viggo - "I can't stand him or his music."
Rouen - "Some pretty rich boy who thinks he knows how the world works because he's lived in a nice castle all his life."
Falen - "I respect him a lot. He kinda scares me sometimes though..."