Mirin Morayuki

*The space in the air seemed to ripple and fold, magic weaving and entwining as something curious happened... Before out of nowhere, in the dead of night, an explosion of energy leaked out into the world... And from there, deposited a single kitsune, withered and weakened, clutching a sword that slowly eeked the last of it's magic into the world, before falling deadened beside her... Slowly, the girl looked upon her new surroundings with tired eyes, seeing the movements her explosive entrance seemed to draw from the world around her as various creatures began to converge upon the spot, and felt the loss of power she now had... Without any means of protecting herself, she was forced to abandon the spot, leaving behind only what meager possessions she had... In the dark of night, a single fox ran for her life...*

"Come, now, you can't expect all of life to be easy... Well, if it's a question of my life or my pride, I suppose honor left the battlefield long ago..."

## Physical Description

### Hair

Red, with black tips on her ears and tails

## History

Born the scion of a noble family living atop a mountain peak, Mirin Morayuki once stood atop a crumbling world verging upon apocalypse, clutching her ancestral sword at her side, she sought to fight against the death throes of the planet she stood upon with the last vestiges of her strength... But as her family fell, she resorted to mercenary work, traveling the world with Kitsukiba, the one remaining sword of her family left. She reached the highest heights of power in this manner, fighting against the oncoming darkness as the solitary fire of hope of the world soon to be consumed... But in one last, final fight... Her light winked out, and the last of the planet was subsumed.

In reality, this was a twist of wild magic that shunted Myr into another world. Her power consumed in a blink, leaving her weaker than she had ever been... Her faithful Kitsukiba followed her, but it's power, too, was eaten simply stabilizing the rift that had flung her whole into this other world. Other entities likely would have been devoured by this process... Instead, her vitality and even her magic was drained, leaving her barely capable of standing when she arrived in the middle of a roadside in the night out to the east of the Eternal Blockade.

When she came to, all of her belongings had been scattered, and she was surrounded on all sides by monsters. She barely had the strength anymore to lift her sword, and could feel how dead her magic was compared to what it once had been. Fire barely responded to her, and the inner light that once coalesced about her form was barely existing... but she tapped into something quite a bit different. The magical energies that brought her to this world hadn't fully faded, and seemed to have settled on her like a thin veneer, replacing the magics she once possessed with some semblance of ability to control time and space...

Still, it was not nearly enough to deal with the situation at hand. Grabbing what little she could, Myr shifted, transforming into a tiny fox and fleeing into the night... For now, she could only hope to escape with her life... To have lost all that she was in a single mishap, and now in a position where she barely stood anymore was embarassing to her... But at that point, she made a vow that she would rebuild herself. She knew, without her, her former home was likely already gone... Trying to save the world she knew was impossible... And her heart of hearts ached at knowing this... But she couldn't let herself be consumed with this new opportunity... So first, she had to rebuild, and find what she could of her previous life.

Very quickly, however, she started to find... a particular issue. Her memories of her previous world... What happened... It was like a fog, a dense demesne where faces, names... It all faded to darkness, like whatever happened in that world carried with her, consuming it. She could remember much of herself, but not the world around... Like the pages were ripped from a book in her mind, and she could only go by certain, sparse details... A small part of her hoped beyond hope that she might recover some of these memories if she recovered her belongings... A desperate, if somewhat hopeless, endeavor...

## Appearance

Standing at roughly 5'7 in her female form- although her male form tended to come up a few more inches- Myr is a red-haired kitsune with a lithe and agile build... Something within her seemed somewhat off, however, as her body was weakened beyond normal and far lighter than it should be, almost whispy and ephemeral. While the mass of her form seemed mostly normal for one of her kin, it was almost like a part of her was not fully connected to this world, weakening her physical presence. This wasn't just in how she interacted with the world- causing everything to seem heavier, and weakening her impact on what she did... But also on how the world interacted with her. Things could lift and maneuver her easier, for better or worse. She could easily be manipulated by outside forces in a physical way... something that she now was far more concerned about than she was before.

She bears massive long, fluffy tails that seem larger in size than she is, making up the bulk of her body mass (her weight does not include the weight of her tails, however the weight of her tails also doesn't quite affect her ability to avoid the issues she suffers...) Upon sight, those who are able to understand magic can easily and quickly tell the kinds of magic she is capable of casting... From the slight warmth they emanate telling them of the natural magics she possesses, to the strange warping around her tails that come from the time and space magic (this information is easily visible, but tends to require an arcana check with a DC of 20 minus her level).

Typically, she dresses rather modestly, with a V-neck T-shirt in white, and a pair of black pants. She always seems to wear her red jacket, which shows signs of age and wear, but is still in good repair. It's not uncommon that she goes out of her way to try to keep it maintained, and a trained eye can likely notice the signs of stitching and repair work in various areas of the jacket.

She possesses few scars, with almost all of the ones she does have being superficial. One particular scar on her chest looks almost like she was shot with an arrow... But that couldn't be accurate, could it?

## Personality

Generally a bit on the playful side, Myr tends to appreciate the company of others, especially those that display a rather high amount of intelligence and capability. In fact, she tends to choose her company by and large based on what they are good at and how good they are at it. She tends to prefer female companionship over male, but does lean both ways. As a rule, she likes to play little games with others that overall tends to revolve around playful flirting back and forth with little actual end result, and in fact loves the simple act of flirting for no other reason than flirting. While she isn't against sexual encounters by any means, and will play about here and there, the has a particular level of respect for people who can simply flirt for the sake of flirting and expect nothing else out of it.

She does have a much more serious side, however, that tends to show itself in battle. As a combatant, or while "working" as a mercenary or adventurer, there is a tonal shift to Myr that becomes more like a razor edge, a lot of that playfulness falling away and being blockaded with an iron face. She is, after all, a woman who has fought against the tides of apocalypse, and while not every battle is quite as important, she knows how important the loss of a life can become... So once life or death is on the line, her entire mannerism becomes far more cold. In battles where she knows lives aren't at stake, however, that aloof nature she showcases tends to be a lot more consistent... But combat is one of the areas where she is definitely a lot more... competitive... She wants to win, wants to be on top... Losing is something she hates, and it tends to show in her manner.

As far as relations to other people go, Myr is generally a very caring person toward her allies, and will often take extra steps to see to ensuring everyone has what they need... but personal, closer relations tend to be a bit more of a give-and-take. Her competitive nature here also tends to come into play, and even if someone manages to prove the dominant in the relationship, it'll be challenged frequently... As an individual who loves this kind of thing, where there's some interplay, Myr tends to get somewhat annoyed quickly if she is only ever on the "bottom" of a relationship, and only ever being on "top" tends to make her bored. To this extent, she somewhat tends toward somewhat odd relationship types that involve multiple people to scratch that itch.

As per sexuality, while Myr is capable of changing her gender around at will, she does have certain guidelines on how she uses this... She is perfectly happy to enjoy the feeling of male and female alike, however someone in the relation has to be a girl for her to truly enjoy it... She doesn't particularly find being in her male form with another guy very enjoyable. If she gets dominant with someone consistently, she has a tendency of getting attached and possessive of them, and very firmly dislikes it when they go out looking for others... If she gets dominant over someone and they end up sticking to her, Myr will often make a point of seeing to maintaining a long-term relationship with them and providing for them however she will. While in a relationship with a guy, she might stick to that guy for a while and not do anything with other guys so long as she's with them... But will typically expect them to understand and respect that if she only is with a guy and isn't allowed time with any girls, she'll get frustrated, which might be a barrier to lasting relationships with men who are particularly possessive themselves.

## Loves

Myr adores chocolate and pumpkin as a general rule when it comes to treats, and will often go out of her way for such. If offered chocolate as a reward for doing something minor, she'll often consider it more than enough pay... While she won't really accept that for major quests or anything, in times or places where it's rare, or for particular situations, she might... Chicken anything is her favorite food, and she could go weeks eating nothing but chicken for dinner every day and never tire of it, especially with her knowledge of how to prepare it in different ways. That said, as a result of her cooking ability, she tends to get bored or tired of foods that are below her ability to cook herself. In some ways, this makes it somewhat hard for her to eat out or the like... Typical 'tavern food' doesn't quite do it for her.

She likes her alcohol, but tends to only drink in moderation. Wine, mead, beer... She'll drink the harder stuff, too, but tends to put that in even firmer moderation, for while she definitely enjoys it, she simply doesn't have the kind of constitution she once did... And only drinking a couple of drinks and then being put into the ground by it hurts her pride as someone that could once down an entire bottle of hard whiskey and not even feel it.

## Fears

Primarily, after she lost the bulk of her memories, one of her biggest fears is that finding her stuff won't give them back. She lost her memories of her family, and much of who she was before, only remembering her lost power and some details and facets... The idea that so many people who were important to her could be lost to her mind forever is morbidly terrifying... But this comes with another fear of things robbing the rest of her memories... And even moreso, that maybe her memories aren't just lost, but warped. Who's to say that how she remembers things is the truth of the matter? What of her memories are actually what happened in the world? What of her memories are things she associates from other things she experienced? What if Mirin Morayuki wasn't... truly... Mirin Morayuki?

## Hobbies

Myr really likes cooking, and often enjoys cooking food that was hunted on a trip. If she or her companions brings back fresh game or forage, trying to find a way of preparing it while out and about with what she has on hand becomes something of a game to her. Good food and drink tends to be high on her list of enjoyment, and playing with other people in her little flirt games is an occasional past time that leads her out to the occasional tavern or inn for no reason other than to flirt back and forth with people. She also has a tendency of collecting certain valuables she finds quite questing, usually gems of certain colors or pieces of art or valuables that speak to her, like brushes, combs, goblets... It's not uncommon for, when working out the kinds of things looted from going through a dungeon, for her to pluck out a choice piece of treasure and claim it for her little collection of shiny things.

## Family

Even before the destruction of her world, Myr's family was long dead. She once was a part of a noble line, or perhaps a shrine... At this point, the memories of her family are faded from her mind, and all she knows is that they were part of the previous world, and they were killed in the spreading darkness. This, itself, hurts her far more than most of the things she forgot... More, even, than the fact that they are dead... The fact that she can't remember them is one of the most painful aspects of her past.

## Friends

As with her family, her friends are now lost to her memories and to the world she came from. Some of her adventuring companions were particularly strong, and she has vague memories of nights before the fire, or drinks... The occasional duel... Feelings of mixed pain, love, and laughter... Faded, like shadows consuming the light... This, too, is something that pains her greatly, and leaves her hurting.

## Enemies

As of now, she has no memories of any enemies from her previous world, and the ones she would have had are likely long dead... That does not mean, however, that she might not make more while here...

## Aspirations

For now, Myr mostly wants to reclaim what she lost... Her equipment, and hopefully with it, her memories... Before carving a new place in this world, hopefully with a family to love and protect. She's not sure what this new world has in store for her, but without much frame of reference, most anything at this point is new and has little basis of comparison... But instinct still guides her knowledge, and researching what she can about the world is one of her top immediate priorities. The more she knows about this world, after all, the easier it is to find her place in it.