Myr Forestria

### Relatives

Morayuki Kaguya (45, Mother)Morayuki Inaguri (47, Father)Morayuki Alitha (17, sister)Morayuki Sinisia (23, Sister)Morayuki Kamiya (27, brother)Morayuki Dinaros (19, Brother)

## Appearances

### Portrayed by

Myr

In the town of Shizukumura, in the Kingdom of Catania, there was a family of kitsune that only recently broke away from the life of the caravan. Kaguya- a then-18-year-old kitsune female, and her mate Inaguri, only 20, decided that they didn't want to raise their first child on the road. Kaguya gave birth to a healthy male with beautiful natural red fur, looking closer to orange, much like both parents. Splashes of white on the patterning doubled down on this being a good child. They didn't have any more children for a few years as they grew used to their new life. Four years in, they had Sinisia, who seemed to be another blessing. A pure white kitsune who had all the markings of a beautiful, shining example of the grace of the kami...

And then they had Myr.

## History

Myr was born in the 7th age of might, on the second of Arodus. It was high season for the harvest, and at the time Kaguya had been out. She was... Transfixed... By a mist, and seemed to wander into it before her husband could stop her. Not much had seemed to happen, though... But she spoke of beautiful people who wanted to see the child... Something called to them, and she had gone to them, almost in a daze. She hadn't even realized what was happening until it was too late, and while she was... afraid... At first, these strange, not-quite human creatures seemed more focused on their child, excited... Even exuberant. At first, they thought this was a sign from the kami that this would be another blessing.

When Myr was born with black fur- even a little- that blessing became a curse. Her fur was red- far too red, an unearthly, almost supernatural red... And her eyes, that deep purple, were no natural color... But to pair that with the tip of her tail and her ears being black as coal? Clearly, whatever had found Kaguya that night was no beneficial kami. Whatever it was, it had cursed their child, and possibly Kaguya. Still, they named her Mirin- after cooking wine- in the hopes that much like the way one cooks, her impurities could be tested and seasoned until she was just the daughter they had hoped for.

They tried everything for years. Exorcisms, magic of both divine and arcane origins... Nothing seemed to work. In the meantime, they had multiple other children, but they still tried to purge the darkness from the heart of their misgiven daughter... They were not cruel parents to the girl per say, but... It was clear she was never welcome. Myr was frequently left inside during festivals, made to do chores or work... She was frequently punished far harsher than her siblings, and any time she did something right there was no praise... Simply an utterance of hope that this was a sign she might 'get better.' This extended, however, to her siblings. Most of them, seeing how Myr was treated by her parents, realized something was wrong. That Myr was, in some way, 'wrong'... And as such, they spurned her. In much the cruel way only children can truly do. And Myr weathered the whole of it.

When her second tail finally grew in, however, her parents had enough. It was clear this... possessed child... This taint on t heir family... Was never going to get better. Was never going to heal. They grew cold to her, and what was once simply dispassion and prayer that she improved became disdain and hatred. She was never allowed out. Playing with others her age was simply not an option, and as such Myr tried many things to gain her parents praise. She tried dying her hair with berries, to turn the rest of it red or white... She tried promising to be good, promising to improve... And then, one day, she nearly even cut her own tail off, hoping that if that tail went away, they would at least go to the lukewarm they had before... not this coldness.

She was caught by her sister, Alitha, who immediately called on her parents, saying Myr was getting ready to attack them with a knife. Myr couldn't even say anything. She was immediately attacked, rushed down... She barely escaped from her nimbleness and agility, turning into a small fox and running into the woods... Hurt, alone, and afraid... She waited, and she cried. Somehow, though, when she awoke, some of the bushes nearby had grown berries... She wasn't sure how, but she ate before moving on, heading deeper into the woods, away from all that she called home.

She grew a few years, reaching the age of 18 like this, simply learning... Sometimes, it was like something was coaching her, urging her toward some degree... How to hunt, how to climb, how to run, how to forage... Sometimes, however, she was alone. The worst times were the winter, where she as cold, damp, and barely able to cling to life and sanity. But every time, throughout summer and fall, things were easier. It was almost like she wasn't alone at these times, like something was coaching her toward some positive. Like she was no longer alone.

At the age of 18, however, was the worst of it. It was winter, cold and wet... And she was so very tired. She found what she thought was a safe place, clambering into a cave and getting ready to try to eat what little food she still had... When something grabbed her. She turned into a tiny fox and tried to run, but she couldn't escape the overwhelming strength of what had her. Some strange man in exotic robes of leather straps and cloth hauled her in, looking horrific and vile, before throwing her into a cage and mocking her. This started her long, difficult couple of years in the cages of the cult of Socothbenoth.

Somehow, these cultists thought her- HER- The cursed child... Was some kind of good soul to bend and corrode, to destroy... And so they tried many forms of torture and deprivation. Many would have quit, simply surrendered to it... Myr was used to mistreatment, but not to this degree. It made her wish many, many horrible things that she had never wished back home... But when summer rolled around, once more, she found she wasn't quite alone. Strips of soft cloths and food were delivered to her, almost like offerings of hope. It helped make the bleak, dark days in the cage somewhat easier... It was like her whole world was lighter... Something was trying to give her hope, even in this darkest pit of despair... And that meant something.

Myr suffered another year of torment at this, and it wasn't until the next autumn- She was now twenty, the 27th age of might- that she finally found her means of escape. It was after one of the gifts she was given when the broken and tattered girl reached... Desperately reached... touching the lock, just wishing she could turn into a beam of light and shoot out... And that's exactly what happened. Her entire body radiated in some way, her features changing into something less like she was but something... more. It felt almost natural, like dancing, when she reached through and suddenly was going through the lock. The cage was set up to make sure her tiny fox form couldn't get out, with the slats in the bars using some kind of magical force to keep her inside... But the keyhole wasn't, and as a cloud of light, she shifted through, before making her escape. Bruised, battered, and covered in scars from all manner of torture... And forever branded... But she escaped, and she ran.

Since then, Myr has been traveling the world, gathering more experience and experimenting with her transformation magic. Myr didn't always like being a girl... There were days when it was right, there were days when it wasn't... And so, some days, she simply chose not to be. This didn't always mean she was a male... Sometimes, she ended up anywhere on that spectrum, or nowhere. And with the ability to transform so adroitly as she now did, she could be anything. She had a lot of time to find who she was... Her entire life was spent simply surviving people who declared who she was, for better or worse... But now she had the chance to learn that for herself... And she was taking it...

## Appearance

Myr stands at about 5'7 and weighs at about 112 pounds, discounting her tails. This does vary based on how she feels on a given day, sometimes taller... sometimes shorter... Sometimes larger, sometimes smaller.... But on average she seems to stick to around this point. Her tails, however, were each individually as large as she was. Regardless of the form. She actually had to actively use magic to try to condense them, and one thing was a notable thing... no matter what, she could never actually hide her tails. People could easily tell what she could do at a somewhat larger scale by looking at her tails, and could always tell how much power she had left in the tank. Her magic, and yes, her powers... All seemed to stem from her tails, a common thing for kitsune... But she couldn't even really take a 'human' form, so-to-speak. Her tails simply were always there.

Myr dressed rather plainly. She has simply adventuring clothes that fit relatively well and were comfortable. A pair of pants, a white tunic, and a red jacket. These clothes were somewhat baggy as a girl, but as a guy they were a close fit, letting her switch between the two with relative ease. The jacket is something she seems relatively attached to, and usually tries to find some way of wearing it... Per her, the first article of clothing she got after her captivity. Typically, as a female, she has hair that goes down to her rear or mid-waist, based on her mood, and as a male she often had hair that sat roughly around her shoulders- but may creep down to her lower back sometimes. In all her transformations, she always has purple eyes, and this also appears to be as immutable as her tails are.

While transformed, her appearance tends to... mostly... Seem the same, but there is a very observable uncanny valley. The colors of her features seem to strengthen, the reds becoming more red, the purple becoming more purple... And she literally seems to glow with light. Her features always, regardless of how she chooses to transform, seem to take on an almost otherworldly grace and poise, and a beauty that was definitely supernatural. The canny observer often tends to find these connections may be similar to the fey- and an even more canny observer may directly link this to something very sidhe-like... But Myr herself appears to not have any knowledge of why her powers function like this, just how they work. It is interesting to note, however, that Myr's transformations always include some fey-like qualities and some light-based qualities...

## Personality

At a glance, Myr would very much appear to be a somewhat lonely hunter in the woods... If you don't see her using her magic. She's terribly bad at staying quiet, and seems to almost gravitate attention toward her, making hunting jumpier game like Deer and the like hard, and often crossing her with quarry like boar or the like, which might actually stand their ground and attack. She is wary of strangers, but very specific about hospitality, never leaving without leaving behind a gift for those who supported her, and never leaving a forest without at tribute to the woods she hunted. And she always tries to keep it equal.

Once someone gets to know her past this, however, they start to find a bit of a more bubbly personality. She's playful and fun-loving in an awkward way... Likes to crack jokes, maybe make a prank or two... The scars of her past, however, are not fully healed. She has trouble not talking about it, almost compulsively giving the full story and the truth, and seems to struggle with lying as well. It was almost like she almost compulsively put all that she was on the plate. But once someone knew her story and seemed to accept her, she tended to grow a lot more willing to interact with them and play in a way that sometimes almost seemed... childish...

One might wonder if someone, at birth, truly did place some massive, cruel prank on the girl...

## Powers and Abilities

### Transformation

Myr herself links multiple aspects to her transformations... She has an alteration component, where her body physically warps and alters, seeming to often deflect blows slightly and causing her features to become more elfin in some ways... She has a light component, where her body literally alters it's properties similarly to light... And a Fallen Fey component, which usually took the form of swirling leaves. This all happens at once, seeming to be tied to each other and a part of who she was. When seeing Myr in combat, it was like she wasn't even a kitsune and some strange creature of nature... Still humanoid, but only just...

#### Light

Myr appears to have multiple ways of bending light- both for herself and for those she deems prey. She wraps light around her equipment in such a way that almost makes it burn to the touch, and leaves behind searing wounds... But also wraps herself in light in such a way that she literally becomes light itself, moving in such ways not quite natural or possible for a normal person to move. To her enemies, she is able to mark them for allies, using light to highlight their movement and make them easier to hit... Or bind them in light, literally stopping their movement entirely.

#### Fey

Myr is, when she transforms, undeniably fey... It was almost like a portion of her changes entirely, and what she was isn't quite the same as her current state. Her eyes shift to match those of fey, and her entire coloration seems to intensify in a way similar to the first world. It was almost like she truly was a fey creature... And this isn't to speak on her effects and relation to the environment during this time.

### Life

Myr appears to be something of a moderately skilled lifeweaver, being nowhere near as good at it as a specialst... But she seems to manage, and is far better at preventative measures than the healing itself.

### Agility

Myr's ability to run, climb, sprint, jump, and swim have always been immaculate, almost like she belonged outside. This is to the point where she could run up and grab onto a much larger creature and hang on as they went, attacking all the while... and, in fact, this is even a method she has used to do exactly that.

## Family

Morayuki Kaguya (45, Mother)

Kaguya is Myr's Mother: A precocious and entirely superstitious woman, she places a large amount of faith in the concepts of the kami and Daikitsu. To her, Myr is a stain, and a clear sign to her that Daiktisu looked down on her flippant dismissal of the kitsune way of life, of not going to the proper festivals, of not adhering to the proper gods... She had gotten used to life in town, and Daiktisu disapproved, sending Myr as a message that she had lived an improper life.

Morayuki Inaguri (47, Father)

While more practically-minded than Myr's mother, Inaguri still loathed Myr. In part because she seemed so... outlandish... It was hard to relate to her as his child. A part of him wondered if the creatures in that mist had taken his actual daughter and given him this... creature. And he was vocal about this a few times, but never in front of Kaguya, who still thought it was truly their daughter, just a message that they had failed. He refused to accept failure. They lived a good life, until "that thing" came along.

Morayuki Alitha (17, sister)

The last daughter the family had, Alitha had orange fur similar to her parents, just the average fox as any. She was far more sympathetic to Myr compared to the others as a child, and seemed to not understand why they treated her so badly... But steadly and slowly caught into it, starting to blame Myr for everything that went wrong, including the things she did. It was an easy scapegoat, and a way to be able to get away with things. After having caught Myr with a knife, she thought it would be funny to exacerbate the situation, not realizing how grave it really was... In secret, she regrets her choice, believing she had doomed her older sibling when her father came back and said that 'demon would never harm their family again.'

Morayuki Sinisia (23, Sister)

Sinisia was a very pragmatic girl, and didn't really hold much of the superstitions that her family had. Her sister had black hair, so what? It looked cool with the red, and some days she secretly wished she looked like Myr did. It certainly got some of the village boys looking, and that... was where the jealousy started kicking in. Myr got the eye of one of the boys she particularly crushed on, and to some degree, there was a little resentment for that... But she still never did anything against Myr... The day that this all went down, she had been out of the house... She had known what Myr was doing to a degree, that she was getting more and more desperate to try to 'fix' herself... So when she was told Myr had a knife and was going to attack the family, her thoughts immediately went to how much worse Myr's life got after growing that second tail... And figured the family was never actually in danger. If anything, there was some relief that Myr was gone, hoping that Myr wouldn't try something so drastic... But she was sure her awkward sister would survive out there.

Morayuki Kamiya (27, brother)

The eldest brother, Kamiya actually saw Myr as rather unfortunate. He was the protector of the family, and to some certain extent this included his awkward younger sister. This, sadly, meant that he had to pay some lip service to Myr's inner darkness, knowing his parents... But it was also him that continued trying to convince his mother that maybe just one more purifications... just one more attempt... Hoping that one day his parents would realize Myr didn't need to be cured, just accepted. Sadly, this still meant he was part of the treatment his sister got, even if he saw it as the only way to make sure he could play both sides to try to get her accepted. To some extent, he still to this day feels he failed his little sister, and has spent some time in the past trying to hunt the woods, looking for signs of her... At least a body to bury. He still hasn't, which gave him hope that she was still out there.

Morayuki Dinaros (19, Brother)

Dinaros had every advantage of being young but none of the advantages of being the youngest. He hated his older siblings, he hated his younger siblings, he hated his parents... But more than that, he hated the sibling that got the most attention. Myr was, to him, an anathema to all he was. He had hoped the girl would just leave one day, so when he found out she did... He was thrilled. And then she never showed up again... Never continued to appear in town... Never continued to be part of his life... He wasn't so sure after that. He didn't quite want her back... but... she was okay... wasn't she?

## Enemies

-Followers of Socothbenoth

-Followers of any type of demon Lord

-Followers of any type of fiend

In that order. This includes the fiends themselves... Myr has no illusions to eventually killing all fiends or even killing all of Socothbenoth's followers, but this doesn't change the fact that she holds a strong hatred for fiendish magic after her capture and subsequent torture. Myr hates fiends, but to a degree she isn't sure if she hates the people who follow them more or less... Still, it was easier to tell a fiend for a fiend than a worshipper for a worshipper, so the fiends were the ones she focused on.