Miyale

.:Basic Information:.

Name: Kana
Character Name: Olor Rejo
Alias/Nickname:Miyale - Me-ah-lay- (means crescent in her language)
Race: Hutar (subhuman)
True Age: 20
Apparent Age: 18
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 115lbs
Hair Color/Style: Her hair is dark purple and dead straight. There are many tiny braids done in it and it's all pulled back in a semi-loose ponytail.
Eyes: Her eye's are a light granny-smith apple green and are large and doey with very dark, long lashes making it look like she's wearing mascara or eyeliner when she isn't. She does wear pale gray eye shadow.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos: Three scars on her right shoulder left from a demon's claws.
Physical Appearance: Miyale is, like all Hutar, very slender and looks extremely fragile. Her skin is pale as the moon and her lips are full and crimson red. Her face is delicately carved with soft rounded features. Her body is thin but shapely. Her dark lashes make her light green eye's pop and are the first thing you notice when your looking at her. Her body language is self-assured though not arrogant. She keeps her shoulders back and her head straight.
Occupation/Class: rouge/bard

.:Secondary Information:.

Philosophy: " Live with passion"

"Even when covered by storm clouds the light is still there, just beyond the shadows, waiting for you to seek out and find it. "

"Hey! Who are you , what are you doing and can I join in?"
Magic Schools: Slight skill with illusion.
Carried Possessions: A large black back pack with many pockets and pouches.
Clothing and Armor: Miyale wears on her head a beaded band with small gray-blue beads and gold coins that are only slightly larger than the beads. The coin that falls in the middle of her forehead as a star etched into it and from it hangs a gray-blue crescent. The pattern going out from the middle coin goes three blue beads, one coin, three blue beads etc. She wears large, thick, gold hoop earrings with a very large and shinier gray-blue bead attached to them at the bottom. Around her neck is a simple necklace of another star etched coin on black string. Also around her neck is a light lavender scarf with very light, thin, shadowy gray-blue stripes and coins hanging from the bottom. She wears a halter belly shirt. The top of this shirt has two goldenrod yellow stripes going across it, one where the shirt starts and one two inches lower. Inside the two lines is black. Then two more yellow lines go down from the bottom yellow line in a V shape to another yellow line at the bottom of the shirt. Inside the V is also black. The rest of the shirt is a dark blue. Around her waste is a sash much like the scarf but without any coins. It comes together on the left side of her and isn't tied together but is connected by a goldenrod pin that gives the two ends space from each other. The left most side of the sash hangs down and twists decoratively. She wears two skirts layered over one another. The top one is black and slants upward from the right to the left and has coins hanging from it. The bottom is blue and slants upward from the left to the right and doesn't have coins. The skirts, at their longest points, are knee length. On her upper arms she wears two bands. They are bordered with black and the inside is gray-blue. Her knee high, flat boots are also gray-blue. She wears thick gloves with flaring cuffs that are lined black and are, otherwise, light lavender.
Weapons: A rod that had belonged to her best friend Somali , three throwing knives and a dagger.

.:Personal Information:.

Likes: Miyale loves telling stories. She enjoys a good challenge almost as much as story telling. She's also a fan of mischief and often plays tricks, though nothing vicious (unless you've made an enemy of her). She loves crowded places and having things to do. She like's adventure and meeting new people, seeing new places. Change is usually something she welcome's. She enjoys playing her panpipes.
Dislikes:She simply cannot stand sitting around for long periods of time. She doesn't like being alone either. And one thing she hates is when people lump the Hutar in with common cutthroats. The only thing she hates more than that are people who pretend to be all goody goody but are really just conniving, scheming back-stabbers hiding behind masks of decency. The types who lure people's trust and then wrench out their hearts without even a shred of guilt or remorse. It disgusts her. It's a cowardly way to do things and she can't stand spineless cowards.
Merits: Miyale is fast, cunning and calculating in battle. Her fighting style has lots of flourish and resembles a smooth, fluid dance. She doesn't really use magic unless the situation becomes truly dire, preferring to rely on her own body's ability than some poofy trick of the light. Sheâ ™s very flexible and can work her way into small spaces. Out of battle she has a rather pleasant singing voice and has some skill playing pan pipes (why pan pipes? Even she can't figure out why she decided to go for that, she just did). She can dance well and, like any respectable Hutar, tell stories well. She can also identify common plants and such that are helpful with wounds or illness but hers is a limited knowledge.
Flaws:Though fast Miyale is lacking in strength, even by Hutar standards. If she were to ever get caught in a hold it'd all be over for her. Also she sometimes over thinks her strategy (or her enemies strategy) and ends up creating weak spots in her defense. Her body, although not as delicate as it appears, is still somewhat frail and she can easily find herself with broken limbs . She's also terrible at fixing things like broken water skins or torn cloth (people used to think one day she'd prick her finger with a needle enough times to sever her finger off). That being the case you probably wouldn't want her trying to stitch up a wound.
Worst Fear: More than anything she fears becoming a coward. She also fears being alone both emotionally and physically. It unnerves her, makes her paranoid and makes her home sick. But she'd never admit it, at least not as she is now.
Personality:Miyale is very energetic and is always on the move. She always has to be doing something, even if she's just jiggling her foot. Her seemingly never ending abundance of energy is bewildering to those who come across her because she is so during the night, when most people are to exaughsted from their day to even make conversation. She usually seems cheerful, bright, mischievous and carefree but her whole persona can change in a split second when the right situations come into play. She'll go from over-energetic and oh so happy to quiet, solemn and thoughtful when desperately serious situations come up. Miyale is very proud , very blunt and very reckless - the combination resulting in her getting into lots of scrapes. She's got plenty of fire to her and will rise to any challenge. She believes in change and isn't put off by things not being the way they used to be (depending on what kind of changes they are). On a subconscious level she feels that she must make up for her lack of physical strength by having a strong spirit. Due to this she has powerful convictions and deep-set morals that she abides by. Of course she doesn't set anything in stone, because she knows that circumstance is a major factor in applying those beliefs. To many she may seem a trouble maker at first glance but she's more than she seems. She may be moving about from thing to thing but she is observant of what's going on around her and little escape's her attention. Sometimes she will take breaks from her constant movement to simply sit, reflect and straighten out all the information she has in her head. She works hard to never look like she's afraid because cowardice is something she cannot stand and, in her opinion, is the very leech that sucks life from the world. But in reality she is very afraid because she knows her apparent bravery and ability to be nonchalant in the heat of danger is nothing more than an illusion. She wants to become stronger so that those illusions become real and she really will be able to face danger without fear. That is her goal. (This being, she's yet to realize the true nature of courage) Although she makes it look like she's perfectly fine by herself she is a person in need of companionship and trust. She adore's people and has a big heart , even if she's not mushy about it.
History:

Miyale was given the nickname crescent (Miyale) when she was only a few months old because her real name, Olor, seemed far to adult for a child (Olor means desire in Hutar). Her parents were Tamayo, a member of the council and Melriny a craftswoman. She was the third of 5 children . She was a very fast learner and adored tagging around with her parents and learning about what they did. When she felt she gathered enough of that she was off tagging around other people with different jobs.

She was in a constant rivalry with her older brother. Each one always wanted to be able to do things better than the other. Her brother , Gamil , constantly used backhanded methods to win. Sometimes it worked , sometimes it didn't but Miyale found it infuriating. However , no one would do anything about it- he was the favorite in the family. She spent a good deal of her time plotting against him with her best friend , a boy called Somali. He had been a run away they'd found and had been excepted into her Uncle's family as an adopted son. They were inseparable. They trained together, rode together, played together, learned together, played tricks together. He was her sole companion, her younger brother and sister kept to themselves because of Gamil .

She worked hard and became a Messenger in training when she was 18. Somali went on to be a warrior and , to her utter annoyance, Gamil became a messenger in training as well. You can imagine how much she liked that. Being in training required you to go with an already official messenger on all their errands. On one such ride she found herself going along with two other trainee's, Gamil and another trainee , a girl named Abyss . They were riding along when their trainer heard a branch snap to their left. He left the group to check it out and told the rest of them to stay where they were. Abyss was the first to notice the shadow lurking in the tree's. When it attacked Abyss was also the first to take injury. The creature leapt upon her, dislodging her from her horse's saddle. Upon seeing the rather large monster Gamil dropped his spear in shock and then road off a safe distance away and simply watched as Abyss struggled to detach herself from it's grasp and Miyale did her best to help. It saw Miyale coming and swung at her to get her away , clawing her right shoulder and then knocked her dagger from her hand before returning to the severely injured Abyss.

Miyale , not about to give up , picked up Gamil's spear , ran about the creature , dodged another blow directed at her and shoved the spear through it's eye and then it's neck. She pushed it off Abyss only to find the poor girl was already dead. Miyale then looked from the corpse to her brother , who was still a good distance away. Without a thought she mounted her horse and road over to him , his spear still in hand. She had every intention of ramming it through his heart for running away and leaving them. But when it came to it all she could do was hiss 'coward' at him. He looked pale , the little coloring he had drained from his face. She was glad. He'd be delt with when she told everyone that he'd abandoned them. Then , to her suprise , he snatched the blood covered spear from her hand and started screaming at her for running away and leaving them there and blaming her for Abyss' death just as their trainer reemerged on the road they were on.

He had laid the blame on her. He fabricated a story of how , after being injured , she'd taken to horse back and ran off , leaving him and Abyss on their own.Thier trainer believed it and , when they went back to the camp , so did most others. A trial still had to be held before anyone could decide anything but Miyale knew she would loose. Confined to her parent's tent she called for Somali. When he came she explained what happened and told him she had to escape. If she lost they'd probably boot her out anyway - and that was at best. If she won , which was unlikely , she would still have to deal with suspicion for a long time to come. She had to leave. Somali agreed to help her best he could. He helped her get together the things she'd need. He also gave her his favorite weapon as a way to remember and , with a long farewell and a hug , left to make a distraction. She never did find out what it was , but it worked and no one noticed her slip away from the camp. She unfortunatly couldn't bring her mare , Spirit Lady , with her. A horse was to easy to spot and to hard to take care of on her own.

Now she wanders place to place , never staying anywhere long.It's been about a year and a half since she left , but she is still very loyal to the hutar and misses them - but that's somthing she wouldn't admit , even to herself.