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Jira

Traveling gem cutter and enchanter, with her brother seeking answers to the questions of their past.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Eyeofthenyte

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People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.

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Gem Cutter & Enchanter


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Jira stands tall and slender, approximately six feet tall. It is quite a deceiving height as most see her hunched over her work table cutting gems, reading books or enchanting items. When not hard at work her feminine figure is apparent, yet her whiles are far from overbearing. If it weren't for the timber of her voice and the cut of her clothing, at a glance she could be mistaken for a very slim or effeminate man. Coupling her full height and the often distant gaze of her grey/blue eyes alone make her seem aloof. Her voice has a lilt to it yet her demeanor adds to the standoffish persona. She is very focused with a task at hand, nearly to the complete exclusion of everything around her. Yet to the few that know her, mainly her brother Cyric since they have been on the road, she can be a pleasant but quirky woman.

When it comes to her brother she is often annoyed at the protective streaks he goes through and exasperated by his impulsiveness. Yet the common retort is that she would plan until the end of the world came. In her work space she keeps things always in their place with a near compulsion. As a young girl folks joked that their father enchanted her to keep her from making messes about the house and store front.

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Since the pair travels via large gypsy style wagon drawn by a horse she holds very few items. Aside from common sturdy traveling clothes a single fine dress and a few pieces of jewelry kept from her parents all she has are the required tools for her profession. Quill, ink, parchment, a massive tome normally locked an an especially fortified looking strong box, gem cutting tools and other such items.

The jewelry kept from her mother is a matching set necklace, earrings, two decorative hair combs of onyx and sapphire. The other two pieces are a pair of rings. The first, silver with a garnet set in it, a barrier ring that can last for three minutes. Upon expending it takes a full day to become usable again. The other, a thin platinum band with three finely cut diamonds, a ring of storing that can contain a single spell of moderate power. After the spell is used it requires a full hour before being able to place another spell inside it. If a spell is too strong for it the item with either shatter upon the storing or after use of the spell. These two items were her creations to prove her her journeyman status was nearly complete.

Her skill set lies is the keenness of eye and sharpness of her mind. With her all excluding focus she excelled in the family business of enchanting and gem cutting. Unshakable resolve and dexterity link the two siblings yet their uses couldn't be more different.

So begins...

Jira's Story

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#, as written by Sambea
Tamara blinked at the Mishqua when he talked about the wrong coat and was going to correct him when he called her a kid and asked where her parents were. She glared at him for a moment before the bartender handed her her drink. "Cyric... Cyyyrrriiicccc. Okay! It is stuck in my brain. Please to meet you to I am Tamara!" She said and watched him for a bit before letting him get back to work. Her head slowly turned back to Davien, "I am seventeen. I think I surpass the need for my mommy and daddy." She said before smiling. "So... are you from around here? I just got here. Took me..." She said and counted on her fingers. "Three months, two weeks, and four days to get here." She laughed before looking over who came in and stared for a second before going back to Davien.

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#, as written by Davien
Davien hadn’t considered how long it had taken him to get here. In fact, he hadn’t taken the time to consider how long it had taken for him to get anywhere in quite a while. He repeated the question back to her. “Am I from around here?” He gazed into the middle distance as he slid his gold towards the bartender with another polite thank you. He truly wanted to answer, but couldn’t quite bring up the name. “I’m simply from around, I suppose. I’ve been travelling for… a little while now.” He conveniently left out that it had been decades. His ears perked up as the door swung open. “Even so, that’s quite the time to travel. Especially alone at your ag…” He stopped himself short, putting a thoughtful finger on his muzzle. “Height.” He cringed a bit, realizing his impromptu answer was just as bad as his instinctual one. Offering a shrug and a small smile he looked back at her. “Why did you come all this way? What is here for you to seek?”

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The middle-aged man looked over his current patrons with a curious glance. They were an odd bunch, but each one had managed to pay for his, or her drink and meal. He couldn't complain, but the Mishqua was the oddest to make an entrance. Underneath the cowl, he could see the muzzle of a fox-like feature, but he wasn't going to question the man's origins. That'd be bad for business. He shrugged at his thoughts and rose a brow at Tamara, but only when she repeated his name back in the strangest speech. There was something unusual about her too and it wasn't just her age or height. Her species hadn't been seen in this area for quite awhile, but he didn't feel the desire to pry a customer for their past.

Again, that'd be bad for business.

Cyric smirked at Jira, his sister and only living relative. She could get underneath his skin, no doubt about it, but he didn't dare show it on the surface. There was something charming about her, but now he knew why their father could never marry her off. Sarcasm and coyness was never flattering from a lady. His expression softened and he patted her on the head with equal sarcasm.

He murmured something underneath his breath and within moments, the entirety of the bar glowed with a dim golden light. In quick succession, everything was organized and cleaned. He could have always cheated with a cheap enchant, but he enjoyed the manual labor. Work gave him peace of mind and an escape from reality, but he doubted Jira would understand the pleasure in that. Since the death of their parents, Cyric had managed to spoil her too much. She was able to be leisure and enjoy her books, or learn more spellcraft and gem crafting, while he worked the bar.

That would all change in awhile and he was certain she'd be in for a rude awakening.

"If you want to be able to afford those books, I'd recommend tending to the customers." He snapped back and ignored her comment about enchanting his boots with a quickness enchant. The bar was already cleaned and organized from his previous enchant, but that was such a novice spellcraft, that he acted indifferent by its ability. To an outsider, they might marvel at the simple feat, which always brought in more customers, but his mind was concentrating on something else. "We don't have the luxury to sit around and eat bon-bon's, Jira." He smiled at her and spoke to her in a jovial tone, but there was a hint of truth to his words. If they didn't pull in more customers, or get money from quests, they'd have to fund their lifestyle another way.

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At the flash of brightness she glanced up and sighed with a slight shake of her head. She didn't understand his need for inefficiency. They had discussed and even argued at length about it many a time, his enjoyment of it was puzzling to her at best. She slowly lifted a hand and fixed the unnoticeable mussing of her hair from the pat on her head. "Yes yes... I'll get to the others soon. I'm finishing this. It is research for the commissions I received today. The few customers won't much matter when the payment for these is collected, Cyric."

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She paused and looked back up, puzzled again, "What's a bon-bon?" she wasn't too tied up with luxuries like sweets. Even as a child she preferred functional over flowery, much to the irritation of their mother. Nor was she concerned with marriage or children, the little sowers of chaos that they were. The books however she saw as a necessity. None of hers were stories of fantasy that flitted one off to worlds unknown. They were all spellcraft and reference related items. Much like her understanding of his need for manual labor, she knew he understood her desire for these items just as little. It was one of the many paralleled differences that these two had.

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She continued to the end of the next two pages before closing the book and placing it back into the satchel. A whispered word and the bag was properly sealed from the intrusive eye. Should one attempt to open it all that would be found is a few odds and ends. Sliding from the seat she stood and looked about. Slender of form but tall she peered about the room easily assessing those that were present.

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#, as written by Sambea
Tamara listened to him and shook her head, smiling a bit. "A bit, huh?" She asked before thinking about her answer. While doing so her eyes looked about as the place seemed to clean itself before looking back over towards the bartender and the girl who had walked in previously she had seen some magic, given she did some herself, before looking back at the Mishqua before her. "I just go where my feet take me. Plus I help those in need on the way... and I like food and culture." She shrugged before smiling. "And I am young, so I might as well see the world while I can." She said and poked at her drink before taking a sip.

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#, as written by Davien
Davien felt a tingle ripple through his fur and down his spine as he shook his head unconsiously. The room began to glow as items floated about and organized themselves. Well, good to know he still had the “sixth sense” about magic. Listening to Tamara made some part of Daviens soul reignite for just a bit, reminiscing on when he was young and full of wanderlust. Giving a small chuckle and taking a swig of his ale, he nodded.
“Travel leaves you speechless… Then turns you into a great storyteller.” He said with another chuckle, before his eyes grew distant and smile faded.
“I knew someone who said that a lot.”
His paw habitually reached down and touched the top of his satchel, this time feeling the cool leather and brass buckle. Upon the mention of food, Davien realized he hadn't eaten in at least a day. Or two? Eh... Who remembers. Davien hoped food was still being served, as he looked over towards Cyric, waving a paw in the air as his cowl fell off his head, ears popping out from underneath as he waved.

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After the items had been organized and he managed to get his sister to respond, he listened to the patrons with a vague interest. It appeared that Tamara was a traveler, which might make for an interesting conversation starter. The other one, Davien, still had him perplexed. He had never seen a Mishqua up close and personal before. At the same time, he wanted to treat him like any other patron. Cyric wiped his calloused hands on his work pants and went to tend to Davien. His sister was still meandering off to the side. He rolled his eyes at her behavior and decided to do the job himself. Cyric stopped in front of Davien and nodded.

"What can I get ya?" He asked Davien in a friendly tone. He nodded at Tamara's words. "Wise assessment. You don't want to be stuck in one place. I wouldn't recommend it." Cyric spoke from his own experiences and his families. Unfortunately for them, they had to give up traveling for awhile, but he'd give anything to be back on the road. In fact, it could be the reason why he had been feeling restless as of late. The idea of being stuck behind a bar wasn't his favorite past time, but it did give them decent coin to spend and keep a roof over their head. He wanted to give his sister a form of stable life, but he also knew that traveling was in their blood.

He waited for Daviens order and cleaned a glass with a rag to keep himself busy.

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Davien flashed some teeth in his best attempt at a smile, looking towards Cyric but not directly in the eye. He looked down and fumbled again, pulling up more gold.

“Fish? Just any fish. Oh, but don’t cook it. Please.” He never could understand why humans and the like ruined food by burning it. Baring his teeth again, he extended his paw with a few more coins, simply assuming what he had offered was a fair price.

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Following a brief pause she started in motion and began to move about the establishment. Taking finished plates and empty glasses. She made it about and refilled glasses now and again setting a pitcher down on an empty table only to come back to it after navigating through the room. With an arm full of dishes and the other hand carrying a pitcher she disappeared to place them in their proper spot. Re-emerging she frowned a bit, "The cook is a rather lewd fellow." she shakes her head slowly now noticing the Mishqua, having not seen one before.

"Intriguing... where is it you come from? River lands? It would stand to reason with your request of fish..." she began to rattle off question after question, "Do you get along with creatures that don't speak but look similar to you? How is your hearing? Your sight?" she kept going. A hand lifted but she placed it back down quickly and gripped onto her skirt to keep from doing it again. She also managed to keep a little bit of a distance, that is to say she wasn't nose to nose but it could be considered uncomfortably close. This was one of the downsides to attracting her attention.

A double take and the look on her face was one of pure puzzlement as she notice the diminutive being there. Jira had made her mind up that the small being would have her turn but her focus was set for the moment.

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Tamara listened and then looked confused, "What did they say? I just said some things." She said and looked to where he ordered. "Can I get the clucker strips. Thanks." She ordered and then looked at the woman. She asked a lot of questions and blinked before shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink. She made an ahh sound after and laughed a bit. She loved rootbeer so much and only had it sometimes since she was busy drinking water like an old person. Tamara looked around and not many people were in before she just ended up looking back up at Cyric and smiling.

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#, as written by Davien
As the woman rushed up to the Mishqua, mind full of queries for him, Davien could almost mouth the questions back to her as he had fielded the fray. He was after all, a Mishqua in a humans world. He was used to questions, but not rapid-fire like this.

“Em…” He tried to answer the first question. Before opening his mouth again she was onto the next.

“Well… em..” He began to wring his hands together, getting a little more anxious. The questions kept coming, getting Davien a little more flustered.

“Um… Well I come from…” When she had gotten to asking about his sight and hearing, he gave a little huff of offense, his tired mind taking it the wrong way for a split second.

“It is fine! They both are!” He snipped. He wasn’t old yet, besides, how would a human know to ask about that! The mysterious lady leaned in closer to him, causing Davien to reflexively back up a bit into his booth, ears pinning back slightly. He bared his teeth in another smile, scooting a bit back into the seat.

“Who are you?” He asked as politely as he could, still a bit frazzled by all the attention. He wrung his hands with slight anxiety.

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The cook was busy in the back with current orders, but he wouldn't mind another. Cyric listened to his sister barrage the poor man with intrusive questions. He smirked at how Davien handled himself with Jira. She could be a handful, but it didn't seem to phase Davien in the slightest. As for Tamara, she was an interesting one as well. He smiled at her in return and refilled her rootbeer without a word. "On the house." It was the least he could do, after his sister pestered the both of them. Cyric delivered the clucker strips to Tamara and put the steaming meal in front of her. The scents wafted through the room and created a welcoming atmosphere.

"Here you go, Miss." Cyric distracted himself with counting inventory and then went back to Tamara. "So, where are you from?" He asked, while he got another patron a whisky. Cyric slid the drink toward the customer and went back to more orders.