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PHYSICALITY

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Description
Lithe in form, the petite figure is reminiscent of the old ages' tales of beauty. Though small, the hourglass shaping is still evident, offering up womanhood if her other features were unable to claim so. Raven locks stream loosely to her waist, ever flowing with the wind. Beneath a heavy brow, ominous eyes often pierce, seriousness and deadly intent at times filtering through their soft blue tint. Her nose points upward as surely as any ski-jump, leaving plump, peach lips on display. Symmetrical in features, the fey brings about a sense of beauty despite the pointed ears, translucent wings and change of race. Her gowns are loose and flowing, blending easily amongst the flowers' reds and blues as if she herself sprung from their very buds. Barefoot, beads are interwoven within her clothing, proof of too much time on her hands amidst spinning through her duties in life.

Appearance
Hair: Her raven hair streams to waist-length, threaded occasionally with various flora weaved into small braids amidst her lustrous locks.
Facial Hair: N/A
Eyes: Aquiline hues peer forth beneath ever-furrowed brows, the care and concern filtering heavily though the rippling pools of blue.
Build: Petite in frame, don't mistake the woman for lacking agility. Lithe like all fey, the small frame hides muscle definition with ease.
Skin Tone: Porcelain in hue much like the famed dolls, the fey queen could easily blend among the life-size ones if her mind was so given to such a task.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: Light as a whisper on the wind.
Voice: Soft as the rustling of the leaves in an autumn breeze, her words hold a melodic note akin to the hummings of nature working within us all.
Handed: Left, though the task at hand may lend favor to her right appendage in time.
Body Markings: In lieu of a crown to adorn her features, a simple, leaf-like drawing is emblazoned upon her forehead, marking a sign that she is rightful queen. On her torso lay a mass of twisting designs much like a cross with the face of a most noble animal in its midst -- a tribute to her loving husband and commemoration of being his.
Scar Tissue: No scars mar her form, and if they were to do so, the etchings would be so faint as to be untraceable.
Unique Body Features: A pair of translucent wings sprout from her shoulder blades, shimmering all colors of the rainbow in direct sunlight and otherwise tinting to an azure blue with glittering edges.

Name
Mireille Mikel

Nickname
Orlaith

Title
Queen of the fey

Race
Fey

Visual Age
Roughly twenty.

Factual Age
Since the sands of time first collected trees to bear young ones, or, more accurately, she hasn't counted years the way a human mind would.

Gender
Female

Sexual Orientation
Ambisextrous.

Mage Ranking
N/A

Class
Priest

Specialization
Cleric

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MENTALITY

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Personality
Ever calm in demeanor, Mireille can be the silent queen, seated quite like a statue while listening to complaints or charges against her kingdom. Though, a cheery air quickly breaks a smile onto her face leaving the harsh appearance rend asunder. Easygoing is quite possibly the best way to put her into one word, though her emotions tend to change faster than night and day. Each given moment is a chance to see the change from acquiescence to another's demands to a blinding rage that leaves no man unharmed. Through intellect, though, the woman is rarely nonplussed, thus sparing her the dull looks as a result of miscommunication.

Quirks
Mireille is a stubborn woman, much too proud of her race and strengths and too little concerned with what may conquer her. She would sooner woo and persuade than to draw back an arrow to its notch, though a smile often hides well-concealed lies for the sake of saving her kind's lives. Known through and through for being upfront in her wishes, all words she speaks flow with the undercurrent of what is truly meant to be said no matter what pours forth in its stead.

Moral Alignment
Chaotic Good.

Virtue/Creed
Mireille believes purely in peace. Where there is no peace, she sees hatred as the breeding ground and would prefer to stray far from it. Though, with ingenuity and a knack for patience, her belief is held that all problems can be solved with skill in understanding.

Motivation
The destruction of all that is sacred wreaks an unbearable cost.

Fears
Fear only fear itself or else you will soon find yourself cast out from the land of the living.

Goal
To secure the safety of her people and all who have scattered over the wide world is the only lasting dream of the queen. Any threat to that must be ousted.

Likes
If a truly golden heart crosses her path with words that create no mask of illusion, her favor is nigh immediately swayed. Though betrayal can oft end this with bitter rampage, kind words and honest help are a much appreciated -- and easy way -- to return to her good graces.

Dislikes
All who dare to cause threat, whether by force or lack of intention, meets with her immediate loathing, even if guised well at first. All allies to this foe will be disliked without further investigation, her mind too set that a traitor of any races' cause deserves a swift death.

Strengths
Defense is her priority, though her true strength lies in the ability to use the elements both as her disguise and as her aid in stealth and the thrill of the hunt.

Weaknesses
Her greatest strength, and at times, favored weakness will always be Galizur, her other half.

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ARMAMENT

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Body
Slightly sheer fabric, with suede at its edges, conceals her upper torso, knotted and tied with a blossom betwixt her breast and along her upper arms. Low slung on her hips a layered skirt hangs. Cerulean makes up the gist of its coloring, with magenta strips overlaying it and winding round the top in a braided belt. Her feet are often left bare, though, rarely, a pair of suede boots will cloak them in the winter months, coming up just short of her knees. A pair of spiderweb-hoop earrings with tassels stream down from her ears, matching beads with trinkets wound down from her necklace to pin to clothing and dangle from her belt, both gifts and meager power assistance alike.

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COMBAT PROWESS

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Combativeness
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Very Poor - Being small in stature leads to the general assumption that her muscle mass is less than that of her larger, human counterparts. This, in effect, grants her no leeway when it comes to unarmed combat, which is avoided at all costs, whether by using nature as her aid or equipping herself with anything that has the potential of coming into play as a weapon.

Melee Combat:
Excellent - Whether steel or wood is in her grasp, she will soon render herself master of whatever weapon she's come to possess, thus making for a dangerous adversary.

Armed Combat:
Poor - Unused to these mechanical inventions of the day, her use of them is rare -- as are her abilities to fire them. Without the strong ties to nature, her powers are rendered useless, making this weapon type a last resort.

Magic Combat:
Above Average - While her specialty lies in healing, a few minor spells are in her library of a cerebrum aimed toward deflection and defense.

Mounted Combat:
Average - Only when her beloved changes form will she take to mount, often preferring her own sure footing to an unsteady ride.


Racial Abilities
Entwined at birth with nature, Mireille has the ability to call upon nature and animals alike as her aid.

Natural Talent
Naturally gifted with a bow and arrow, archery is both her hobby and main weapon for casting down any foe.

Class Skills
Possessed with the grace of nature, Mireille has the ability to heal with mere touch and well-thought intent, giving of her own energy as a product of Nature's bounty.

Spells/Powers
Healing is her main and only course as an option. Whether it be defense or otherwise, her skills elsewhere are limited.

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EQUIPMENT

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Memorabilia
The lodestone of the ages, inherited from an elder of the village at a young age, lies encrusted in her bow to huide all arrows straight to the heart of the matter.

Accessories
A suede arrow pouch lies along her spine. a ram's horn is strapped against her hip, used in calling out to nature's guardians to come to her aid.

Weapon
Weapon Name: Lucinious
Weapon Type: Ranged
Material: Port Orford(esque) oak dominates the bow with linen tied fast as string for it.
Ammo: Osage orange wood makes up the shaft of the arrow, obsidian rock dominating the end as a means to cure negativity with her opponent's death.
Length: 27" Draw Length, 66 Length.
Weight: 5 lbs.
Weapon Description/Info: See memorabilia for related information.

Weapon Name: Sephira
Weapon Type: Ranged
Material: Forged out of various gems and metals, her scepter glistens with untapped strength, ready to be taken and used on any enemy that should come her way.
Ammo: N/A
Length: 7 feet (Taller than her for varied reasons that will be explained later)
Weight: Approximately 20 pounds.
Weapon Description/Info:

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BACKGROUND

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Group Affiliation
The fey are wed to this queen's heart of hearts and no matter of bribe or threat can tear her attentions from them.

Faction
The Rebellion

Marital Status
Wed to Galizur

Relatives
All who are attuned to nature in some way can stake a claim on relation, though Mireille believes it only to be the hearts that beat the same as proof of relation in spirit.

Origin
Mother Earth

Social Rank
Queen

Occupation
Ruler

Blood Pact
N/A

Bio/History
Once an ever present race, the fey vanished from existence for what seemed like a millenia. Guarded by their secrets of the past, the race became only legend. Though, the call for them to come forth has arisen just as the rising of the supposed God king, and the mysterious world lurking on the brink beckons one and all. Not for the faint of heart, the land of the fey offers a treasure to be found and no place for the faint of heart. Only those who find this rumored treasure, pledging devotion to their rebellion, can find true favor with the fey... or so it is said.