Post by cloudcontrol on Jun 24, 2017 21:20:35 GMT -5
{Myrithix}
"No tomorrow, no yesterday, just now. And I will fight for it."
"No tomorrow, no yesterday, just now. And I will fight for it."
Basic Information
| Name | Myrithix | Meer/mir-ith-iks |
| Nickname(s) | Rith |
| Race | Aman |
| Sex / Gender | Female |
| Age | 28 |
| Height | 8' 6" |
| Weight | 390 lbs |
| Occupation | Noble, Soldier (retired) |
| Residence(s) | Kaiator |
| Citizenship | Kaiator |
| Orientation | Asexual{⚪} |
| Martial Status | Single{_} |
| Alignment (Optional) | ___ |
Appearance
| Eyes | Glowing violet, hard and piercing, yet of a weary cast. |
| Hair | Ashen gray and tied back, though loose and thin when unbound. |
| Skin | Shining pale, reminding of moonlight and opal. |
| Ears / Horns | N/A |
| Physique | Powerfully built, yet lithely, with strong yet chipped hands and thick musculature that bears little trace of aught else. An old leg wound still troubles her on occasion, usually after bending it too much, though it mostly depends on the day. |
| Tattoos / Markings | None |
| Scars | Several over her body, though mostly in places out of sight, where armor was once pierced. |
| Laterality | Right |
| Bearing | In a word: intimidating. Myrithix bears herself with an untold weight and confidence, if not a somewhat rough demeanor. |
| Mannerisms | Dislikes harsh sunlight, and refuses to acknowledge difficulty. |
| Hygiene | Myrithix has little time or care for hygiene, but is not above doing so in her duties for court. |
| Fashion | Armors, usually, of the heavy or light sort, depending on the formality. She is not one to care for appearances, so much. |
Personality
Myrithix is blunt and direct to the point of rudeness, with little time for else but her own agenda. That's not to say she's uncaring, exactly-only that what she cares about is her prime and foremost goal. To her, all else is either a tool towards that goal, or meaningless.
But what is this "goal?" In battles past, the sight of her allies, her friends, her territory, torn down before her, even as she stood helpless...
She will not let that happen, not again, even if she has to inflict that same pain on her enemies.
Above all, Rith is stubborn, loyal, and without fear, though far from without err. Indeed, there are nagging feelings in the back of her mind, each night, that keep her awake: her failures, which haunt her, and the sinking feeling that she's getting something wrong.
But she cannot let those thoughts in. She cannot break. Myrithix will be the iron wall and cutting blade that will build a world without war, without suffering.
No matter what.
Affiliations
| Family ◆ | Colonel Arra (Mother) Lt. Colonel Thanix (Father) |
| Relationship ❤ | ___ |
| Friend ☻ | ___ |
| Acquaintence ☑ | ___ |
| Business ✎ | ___ |
| Neutral ☐ | ___ |
| Negative ☒ | ___ |
| Enemy ☠ | ___ |
Background
Present Times
Myrithix is taking her first steps in the path towards building a faction dedicated to the continued freedom, defense, and care of its own. At any cost.
Early Life
Even by a young age, it was proven that Myrithix was a born warrior, even as her parents. She enjoyed breaking things when she was little-by accident or no-and none dared challenge or bully her. Her reputation among her peers was always fierce, if lonely. But she never minded; she was focused on but one thing: military.
For her, it was perfect. Fighting was just in her blood, as well as a drive to protect the ones that mattered to her. So, she trained, grew in strength, learned from her parents the arts of war, and entered into the army as soon as possible.
She grew popular, grew known, though denied rank; to her, the real joy would be on the battlefront, so she thought, defending the lives of her comrades. And for the first minor skirmishes she was in, it was. It was terrifying, hard, and bloody, but she always won, always did her duty and held the line.
Until one day, the line broke.
The Argons, the terrifying, soul-devouring machines had finally come to her line, and she would hold them at all costs. At all costs.
But she couldn't.
This first true battle in Myrithix's life was grueling, painful. She could barely stand, yet still, the attacks rained down and down and down again. Comrades, friends she had known for years, fell around her in an instant, one after the other.
It ended in mass retreat, with all but her and a few others surviving.
After that, Rith continued her fight, for a while, but it was never the same. Those who knew her remarked how distant she was, how hardened against everything. Eventually, still never taking a promotion, a leg injury crippled her for long enough that she simply gave up. She retired, at last, burned-out entirely by her long battle.
On her return, she went to be alone. She set aside her armor, lance, shield, and simply walked on silently. For weeks, it hurt to sleep, and most time was spent in reflection of those days, and the quiet fear that lurked in her, of the world's turning. Weeks became months. Months became years.
Slowly, Myrithix began to recover. Speaking to a few people, here and there. Learning a few pieces of the world that had already started to change. Some horticulture, for a bit. Some jeweling, for a bit. Some writing, for a bit. She began to remember what it was like to live.
And slowly, she was able to confront those thoughts. Slowly, through effort of will, she sorted through them. Night after sleepless night, she viciously fought her memories. Day after burning day, she kept pushing herself to think, remember, and overcome.
Did she really? She thinks so. They still burn in her, burn like every wound she ever received. But now, she's moving. Breathing. Thinking. Feeling. And above all, she knew one emotion: bitterness.
Bitterness that the fighting still raged on, without her. That it raged on at all. Bitterness at her failures, bitterness at the life she strove for, all for nothing. Bitterness at the world, for taking everything from everyone.
Never again. Even if she had to break the world down. Even if it meant sacrificing freedom. Even if it meant sacrificing everything. Never. Ever. Again.
She took up politics. By sheer willpower and stubborn learning, she forced herself into the ranks of nobility, and ventured forth to create the new faction that will burn away every threat, standing free and proud on its own.
The battle never ended; only the field has changed.
And Myrithix is a born warrior.
Other Information
Combat*
Myrithix's history as a front-line soldier has given her great prowess as a Lancer. Though, her past leg injury, not to mention her memories as such a warrior, still haunt her at times.
Locations
Myrithix can be seen wherever she pleases, though Kaiator is generally a safe bet.
Gallery
WIP
Tags
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