__________________QUICK STATSName Ifamira "Mira" Blighte
Age 35
Gender Female
Species Elven
Ethnicity Vaguely Serenian/Connlaothian
Height 5'10"
Orientation Bisexual
Occupation Medium for the circus
Residence Cirque du Fantasma
Credit: Paizo Inc. (2016)
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here__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionHeterochromia is probably Mira's most notable feature, her left eye green and the right gold. Her features lean toward "angular", or perhaps simply "thin", and she often wears a dark, smokey khol around her eyes which stands out starkly against her fair skin. She also has a tattoo curving up along her left side, just over her ribs and beneath her breast: it's a small, intricate collection of runes in jet black ink that twists about halfway down her rib cage. She won't tell anyone what it means.
Her hair is long, black, and sleek, a dark curtain that she often utilizes to make her performances and/or general services more mystical.
She favors dark, heavy clothing, often wrapped in a cloak of some sort, whether she's working a crowd or simply lounging in her tent.
PersonalityOff the clock, Mira is a bright, bubbly person with an easy laugh and a grin that can light up a room. She tends to gesture wildly when she talks-- particularly when she's telling stories-- and often paces with an excess of energy.
Though friendly, she's not necessarily a naturally
trusting person. She's very adept at deflecting personal questions about her life or her past with a joke or a question of her own. Still, she tends to like people, and they seem to like her.
When she's working a crowd or serving a client, Ifamira embraces the shadowy reputation that cloaks most necromancers, pitching her voice low and throbbing and often making intense, uncomfortable eye contact with her clients.
She thinks this is hilarious.
Magic/AbilitiesA top student of Kia's Court as an adolescent, Ifamira only studied the
theory and
history of necromancy, she
swears. It's not like she
practiced it!
This, of course, was a huge lie, and one that eventually got her expelled from her fancy mage school. She didn't seem to care much. She enjoys conversing with spirits, and though she typically doesn't practice reanimation, she will occasionally have a skeletal pet or two lounging around her tent.
Spoiler
Due to a...rather odd mishap some seven-odd years ago, Mira also has a strong and still befuddling connection with a lesser-known god of death. (Well, he's more of a psychopomp, really, but he calls himself a god of death.)
Mira's parents are well-to-do elven mages and scholars in Arca, and they expected their daughter to grow up and follow in their footsteps. Needless to say, what with the way she turned out, they don't have much contact with her anymore.
But she doesn't care. The circus is her family now.
HistoryIfamira Alexandria Leanne Blighte was born to a relatively wealthy family known for producing talented mages. It was of course expected that Mira would be the next in a long line of magical scholars, and that she would take up their family's mantel when the time was right.
That...didn't exactly go as planned.
After spending a majority of her adolescence studying magic in Arca, Mira decided she was bored with the "traditional" schools of magic, and she wanted to study something new, something exciting. Something maybe a little dangerous.
So she took up necromancy which, if not
strictly taboo, was certainly frowned upon. But, as it turned out, she happened to be very gifted in communicating with the dead, and she found she was having a grand old time playing "should I/shouldn't I" with the laws of nature.
Such experimentation eventually found her expelled from her school, and while
she didn't seem to care much, her parents certainly did. She was more or less disowned-- which didn't really bother her all that much. She'd never really liked the stuffy atmosphere of the manor anyway.
Then, when she was twenty-eight, she found herself at a party in a tiny village near the border with Adela. She didn't even really know how she wound up there, but people were drinking and laughing and telling stories, and she was having a good time, so why question it?
And so when a pretty young woman with eyes like a calm sea and a smile that promised trouble asked if she wanted to see where the
real party was, Mira's response was-- predictably-- "Hell yes!"
She was led out into the woods, where the girl who'd been serving as her guide introduced her to a group of equally friendly-- and astoundingly attractive-- young men and women from a variety of races and ethnicities, all of whom praised her guide for finding such a "perfect new friend".
Already thoroughly drunk, Mira didn't think much of this, especially when the music and dancing started. She threw herself into the festivities, to the delight of her new friends, and when a cup of dark red wine was passed around, she drank without question.
A few hours into this revelry, what appeared to be a man in a dark, hooded cloak appeared at the edges of the celebrating crowd, just out of sight of the light from the flickering bonfire. He seemed to be the organizer of the festivities, as all Mira's new friends fawned over him and continually referred to him as "sweet Master".
To be perfectly honest, Mira doesn't remember much after that. She danced, she laughed, she kissed someone-- possibly quite a few someones-- and then there was nothing but blackness.
When she woke up, she was in a strange room, wearing clothes she
certainly hadn't been wearing the night before. Wondering just
how out of control she'd gotten, the necromancer managed to stagger out of the small bedroom and out into the common room of what appeared to be a lovely little cottage tucked away into the wood.
All her new friends were there, save for the hooded figure who had been their host the night before. And each and everyone one of them bowed to her, and called her, "Madam Priestess".
Because, as it turned out, the party she'd been to was a sacred rite to The Shadow Guide, a lesser known deity who is meant to guide the souls of the recently departed through the Veil. A sacred rite that is often called, "The Shadow's Wedding" or "A Tribute to the Bride in Black".
When this was explained to her, Mira nodded along, thanked her new friends politely for their hospitality, and excused herself back to her new room so she could freshen up and greet them properly as their new high priestess.
Luckily, someone had fetched her pack from the inn, so she slung that over her shoulder and bolted out the window. She'd spent a majority of her life running from responsibilities, and she wasn't about to stop now.
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