Mysaren
Lieu: Blue Moon Tavern
Mysaren a fermé la porte du cimetière derrière elle, sa pelle dans sa main droite. L'odeur de terre mouillée et de cadavres a toujours fait sentir Mysaren à la maison, et elle savait que l'odeur était attachée à elle et à ses vêtements en ce moment. Son sac était rempli de bijoux et de vêtements, et dès qu'elle s'est nettoyée un peu, elle vendait tout pour un joli dollar. Elle a découvert que vendre des bijoux chers sentant comme un cimetière était un peu trop suspect pour la plupart des gens. Maintenant, elle avait juste besoin d'un endroit pour rester. Elle avait encore un peu d'argent dans ses poches, assez pour une chambre bon marché dans une auberge quelque part. Un verre aussi sonnait bien, et elle a fait quelques maths rapides dans sa tête. Oui, elle pourrait se payer une bière bon marché.
Elle avait entendu dire qu'il y avait une taverne dans la ville de toute façon, un endroit appelé Blue Moon. Si c'était à elle, elle n'aurait jamais mis les pieds près d'une taverne. Les tavernes étaient toujours remplis de mort, un pauvre bâtard qui buvait sous ses pieds ou une bagarre de bar toujours sur le point de commencer. Les cris constants dans l'arrière de son esprit ont toujours rendu difficile le sommeil, et l'ont toujours gardée à l'écart. Mais elle n'avait pas le choix. Elle avait perdu son lit en roulis dans quelques villes, et elle a dû compter sur des auberges pour avoir au moins un toit sur sa tête. Après avoir glissé sa pelle dans une bague sur sa ceinture pour la cacher sous ses robes, elle enveloppa étroitement les robes de couleur prune autour d'elle et se rendit à la Blue Moon Tavern.
Dès qu'elle est entrée, quelque chose semblait parti. D'une part, il y avait un silence total dans son esprit. Pas d'horribles murmures et hurlements, pas de murmures, rien. Pas un bruit qui impliquait que quelqu'un allait mourir aujourd'hui. Le sourcil de Mysaren sillonnait et ses yeux scannaient la scène devant elle, sa langue coulant sur ses dents d'une manière nerveuse. C'était bizarre, et autant qu'elle aimait le silence, c'était trop bizarre pour elle. Mais elle a roulé les yeux vers elle-même. Elle avait sûrement l'air d'une idiote qui se tenait ici comme ça. Rien n'était le problème. L'endroit semblait bien organisé pour une auberge, propre et tous les gens, alors qu'un peu bouché, n'étaient pas bruyants ou trop odieux. Elle pourrait s'habituer à ça.
Elle a décidé de prendre un verre avant de demander la chambre, en prenant la place un peu. Elle a fait son chemin vers l'une des tables dans le coin et s'est assise, ses yeux bleu foncé regardant tout le monde comme un faucon. Quelqu'un est entré juste après elle, une fille qui avait l'air de se battre avec un ours, ses vêtements tapis et usés. Elle a étouffé un rire et s'est penchée sur la chaise, en creusant dans son sac de messager pour son argent.
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.

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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."
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Margaret - "I don't much respect greediness, but she's at least a good companion otherwise."
Naida - "Rather nice. Pretty cute as well."
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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..."