Mymyra Morwyn
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 28
A ruffian, a thug and a thief. Mymyra had a hard life growing up so she resolved to become even worse, every time it looked as though she'd reached a new low she had the uncanny knack to dig even deeper. If no one wanted to offer her any help, why not just take what she needed? Then a little more, for good measure.
It wasn't long before she'd moved on from her little hamlet to put her silver tongue and lack of morals to good use, selling miracle cures and fantastic trinkets before racing to spend her ill gotten gains and making for the next city along the sword coast. On more than one occasion she found herself on the reciving end of a beating, but all it taught her was to not get caught.
That might've gone on until the consequences of her own actions caught up to her, if not for the conspiring of fates to alter the dissapointing path she'd chosen to walk.
1361 DR Eleint.
On a road somewhere along the Coast Way, Mymyra wandered nursing an aching head from a night of far too much drinking and barely a few scant hours of sleep. Her mood was foul and the heat of the midday sun was doing nothing to ease it. A bend in the road passed around an embankment that lead down to a large clearing in the tree line, a curious sight before her.
A single figure occupied the clearing with spade in hand and a half dug hole before them, occasionally they'd pick at the packed earth with their tool of choice though their exhaustion was clear even at such a distance. The half-elf spied a box beside them, a small parcel wrapped in cloth- Treaure. It had to be something valuable if they were trying to hide it in a forest.
She waited and watched, concealed at distance by the treeline there's no way they'd ever see her. She felt almost smug, superior to them in so many ways. What a silly, thoughtless person they must be to hide something so precious so obviously! It was her lucky day! Her smug smile was enough to banish the foul mood that haunted her day, but it turned sour once more as she spied two grubby monsters across the clearing- No doubt with a similar plan.
The pair of goblins stalked out of the brush and towards the figure, in an instant she found herself charging towards them. Blade in hand she called out a warning to the stranger; years of running away from her problems had uniquely prepared her for this odd situation, charging directly towards someone elses.
A dulled, iron blade bit deeply into the first goblin while the momentum of her charge caused her to barrel over the second. A desperate scramble between her and the monster ended with her driving her blade deeply into it's chest. To the stranger she might've looked almost feral as she turned back to eye them and their precious cargo, but their reaction was anything but fearful.
The stranger stood there starring on in disbelief at the scene that had unfolded before him, lost for words he did nothing as Mymyra approached. She was ready to take what she'd rightfully earned but... There was something wrong, the aged man that starred back at her wore a hollow smile. Tears stained his cheeks and wet his eyes, a profound sadness that was evident even to someone so callous as she.
The hesitation was all that it took to throw everything she'd ever thought into question, she'd just *saved* someone. Despite her ignoble goal she couldn't bring herself to do anything to this old man, instead the only thing she could do was ask him if he was okay. Something neither of them most certainly were not.
The longest year had took it all from him; his magic, his means of income, his home... And now his familiar. A sickening realization turned her stomach as she looked to the box, horrified by what she'd nearly done to this poor old man. For the first time perhaps in many years, she cried.
Was it the unbearable guilt of her actions? The yet unknown satisfaction from boundless heroism? She couldn't have told anyone truthfully because she didn't fully understand it, but it did mark the start of her attempts to change. She might never be the perfect image of a hero, but she was going to try... Lest she slip back into her old ways.
So she walked, tears in her eyes and a thousand conflicting thoughts in her mind.
She wanted to be so much more.
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 28
A ruffian, a thug and a thief. Mymyra had a hard life growing up so she resolved to become even worse, every time it looked as though she'd reached a new low she had the uncanny knack to dig even deeper. If no one wanted to offer her any help, why not just take what she needed? Then a little more, for good measure.
It wasn't long before she'd moved on from her little hamlet to put her silver tongue and lack of morals to good use, selling miracle cures and fantastic trinkets before racing to spend her ill gotten gains and making for the next city along the sword coast. On more than one occasion she found herself on the reciving end of a beating, but all it taught her was to not get caught.
That might've gone on until the consequences of her own actions caught up to her, if not for the conspiring of fates to alter the dissapointing path she'd chosen to walk.
1361 DR Eleint.
On a road somewhere along the Coast Way, Mymyra wandered nursing an aching head from a night of far too much drinking and barely a few scant hours of sleep. Her mood was foul and the heat of the midday sun was doing nothing to ease it. A bend in the road passed around an embankment that lead down to a large clearing in the tree line, a curious sight before her.
A single figure occupied the clearing with spade in hand and a half dug hole before them, occasionally they'd pick at the packed earth with their tool of choice though their exhaustion was clear even at such a distance. The half-elf spied a box beside them, a small parcel wrapped in cloth- Treaure. It had to be something valuable if they were trying to hide it in a forest.
She waited and watched, concealed at distance by the treeline there's no way they'd ever see her. She felt almost smug, superior to them in so many ways. What a silly, thoughtless person they must be to hide something so precious so obviously! It was her lucky day! Her smug smile was enough to banish the foul mood that haunted her day, but it turned sour once more as she spied two grubby monsters across the clearing- No doubt with a similar plan.
The pair of goblins stalked out of the brush and towards the figure, in an instant she found herself charging towards them. Blade in hand she called out a warning to the stranger; years of running away from her problems had uniquely prepared her for this odd situation, charging directly towards someone elses.
A dulled, iron blade bit deeply into the first goblin while the momentum of her charge caused her to barrel over the second. A desperate scramble between her and the monster ended with her driving her blade deeply into it's chest. To the stranger she might've looked almost feral as she turned back to eye them and their precious cargo, but their reaction was anything but fearful.
The stranger stood there starring on in disbelief at the scene that had unfolded before him, lost for words he did nothing as Mymyra approached. She was ready to take what she'd rightfully earned but... There was something wrong, the aged man that starred back at her wore a hollow smile. Tears stained his cheeks and wet his eyes, a profound sadness that was evident even to someone so callous as she.
The hesitation was all that it took to throw everything she'd ever thought into question, she'd just *saved* someone. Despite her ignoble goal she couldn't bring herself to do anything to this old man, instead the only thing she could do was ask him if he was okay. Something neither of them most certainly were not.
The longest year had took it all from him; his magic, his means of income, his home... And now his familiar. A sickening realization turned her stomach as she looked to the box, horrified by what she'd nearly done to this poor old man. For the first time perhaps in many years, she cried.
Was it the unbearable guilt of her actions? The yet unknown satisfaction from boundless heroism? She couldn't have told anyone truthfully because she didn't fully understand it, but it did mark the start of her attempts to change. She might never be the perfect image of a hero, but she was going to try... Lest she slip back into her old ways.
So she walked, tears in her eyes and a thousand conflicting thoughts in her mind.
She wanted to be so much more.
