Player: Kana
Character Name: Olor Rejo
Alias/Nickname: Miyale
Race: Human - Hutar
Age/Date of Birth: 22 / Harvestreap 14th
Apparent Age: N/A
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 124 pounds
Hair Color/Style: Royal purple, ends just where the butt begins and styled in thousands of tiny braids that hang loose. Her hair is curly when not braided.
Eyes: Miyale's eyes are the bright green color of a newtown pippin apple. They are angular, sensual and framed by very thick, dark, long eyelashes.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos: A thin scar along the side of her arm.
Physical Appearance: Miyale is the definition of sex appeal. While slender, almost fragile looking, her body curves in all the right ways in exactly the right places. Her lips are plump and wine red, her hips are pronounced, her chest perky and a fair amount of her hight goes to long, shapely legs. Her skin tone is the silky moon pale of her people. For all this, though, the true allure comes from the confident way she carries herself.
Occupation/Class: Rouge - Performer
Magic/Magite: N/A
Carried Possessions: Aofficial lock picking tools, hair pins capable of lockpicking as back up, a reversable hooded cloak in varying dusky tones of camoflauging on one side and browns and greens on the other.
Clothing and Armor: Miyale likes to wear tops that reveal her stomach, skirts that come above the knee and boots. She always wears a fair amount of jewlery. Generally it's flashy without being gaudy and sexy without being promiscious. There is always a headdress of some sort adorning her head.
Weapons: Throwing knives, a dagger.
Likes: A well told story, music, dancing, flirting, mischief making, adventure, crowds
Dislikes: law enforcement, humorless people, being stuck in the same place, truly bad people, cowards, disloyalty
Merits: fast, cunning, flexible, loyal, fun, pleasant singing voice, excellent dancer
Flaws: Frail, brazen, impatiant, dependent, minx, meddlesome
Worst Fear: Miyale can't stand the idea of being alone. The thought of it sends her into a panic attack.
Personality: Miyale is flirty, sensual, mischevious creature. She loves being a woman and shows it off with every sway of the hips. She's incredibly personable and outgoing, though she can have a bad habit for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. She believes in enjoying every moment in life and is always trying to fill her time with some activity or other, almost never staying still. She is proud, blunt and reckless. She is a person of deep pasions, when she loves she loves hard, when she's happy she's elated and when she's sad she despairs. These emotions are mostly internal, hidden behind a coy mask of bravado that she has perfected. Miyale is loyal, determind and very hard to sway. Confident and observant, she is often able to talk her way out of bad situations. Miyale is a person who desperatly requires companionship, though one would never guess it.
History: Miyale was born second of five children. She was born into the seventh hutar clan and enjoyed her life living with her people. A real scamp as a child, she spent a lot of time running around with her best friend, Somali, causing trouble and pulling pranks. Miyale was a very forward child and she was constantly socializing, enjoying every moment of life with her clan. As they grew up Miyale and Somali grew apart some what, due to Somali's courtship and eventual marriage. While they were still friends, there just wasn't as much time for each other and, while she didn't show it, Miyale took the seperation hard. Miyale then started spending more time with her family as she began rejecting her own suitors, none of whom had caught her eye. She stood by as her elder brother, Coren, married and was perfectly content to watch the rest of her siblings start considering thier own prospects.
The day came when it was time to select four hutar , two men and two women, for arranged marriages with other clans. This happened once every five years or so, roating the people in the clans to keep the blood fresh. One person would remain and thier new spouse would move to join the seventh clan while the other three would leave. Miyale's younger sister, Paeren, was among those selected, and she would be leaving to join another clan. Miyale didn't like it and was verbally outspoken against it as she didn't want any of her family so far away from her. She calmed slightly when the man who would become Paeren's husband came to visit for courtship, since he seemed like he might make her sister happy.
Miyale tried to be on her best behavior when the day of Paeren's wedding came, helping with all the cerimonial dressing and body paint and working hard not to tease her shy sister about the upcoming wedding night intimacies.
Soon her sister was gone, swept away to become part of the fifth clan. Miyale still wasn't particualrly happy that soft spoken, gentle Paeren had to go live among people she didn't know and wasn't comfortable with, but she hoped her husband was taking care of her. She wrote to her when ever she could but time passed and Paeren never wrote back. Miyale began to worry, though her family mostly told said that newly weds had many other things to do than write letters, and that she shouldn't be so concerned.
Months passed and Miyale never recieved any answers and so she decided to go and visit Paeren as a suprise. She had even come up with the perfect excuse: she had been through every man in her own clan and found them all lacking. She would have to look to the other clans to find a husband and, if she was going to do that, why not stop in on her sister first? It could hardly be argued with, she was getting older and her parents were starting to get frantic that she make a match.
When Miyale arrived at the fifth clan, however, things were not well at all. Paeren didn't want to see her. Miyale wasn't one to take no for an answer though, so she forced her way in and found her sister bruised with a black eye. Appaled, she demanded to know what happened and Paeren broke down. Her husband was cruel, he hurt her, did awful things to her. And yet Paeren didn't know what to do, he was her husband. Miyale didn't have any such uncertianties. She started packing Paeren's things, telling her they were leaving, going back home this instant. She'd have the man flayed alive if she could. She was stuffing Paeren's clothes into a bag when her husband came in. There was a moment of absolute stillness before he asked what they were doing. Paeren's husband was a big, lean, intimidating man, and inside Miyale's was frightened of him. He could hurt either of them easily and obviously had no hesitation when it came to violence. On the outside her face was set into a fearless, angry mask. She told him, her voice ringing authority, that she was bringing Paeren home and he was never going to touch her again. He was, however, blocking the exit. Miyale grabbed Paerens bag and her sisters hand to lead her around him to get out. He pushed them back, refusing to let them leave. His wife wasn't going anywhere and obviously needed to be taught her place. He moved to strike out at Paeren, Miyale got between them. There was a brief struggle, a sudden gurgle and he fell over with Miyale's dagger sticking out of him. Paeren screamed. Miyale stared. The moment was surreal and she told her sister in a shocked but conversational tone 'I think I killed him.' Everything hit then as she said it out loud. She had to run. To kill another hutar, one of your own, a brother or sister, it was an immediate death scenetence in most cases. It was to risky to chance that people would believe what they told them. Paeren's husband was well liked. She looked at her sister, paniced, prepared to get them both out of there immdediatly. But Paeren hadn't killed her husband, Miyale had. There wasn't a need to rip Paeren away from the saftey of the clan. The scream was already causing people to come see what happened. She quickly told her sister to stay, to tell them what happened. She retrieved her dagger and let herself be seen with the bloody weapon as she fled.
Paeren would be safe. She was far to gentle to do anything so horredous, the blame would be on Miyale. It meant she could never return. And so Miyale rode for a long time, knowing she was being chased. It was months before she felt safe. Still, she's yet to come to terms with life outside the clans. Living solo is alien to her, disturbing.