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PLAYER PROFILE
Player name: Emmy
Age: 29.
Contact: Starlight#2091; Discord. gravenrose
Characters currently in-game: N/A
Squicks/Triggers/Fears: None that I can think of at this time.

VOLUNTEER PROFILE
Name: Myira
Age: As a raven, Myira appears to be beyond her juvenile years and is perhaps 5 to 7 years old, though her type of raven tend to be longer lived than 'real life' birds. In her human skin, she appears to be about 19 years old.
Physical Appearance: Image (Slightly NSFW bc titty)
Point in Timeline: Myira has been forced to abandon her 'courtship' of Aelia for about six months and is brooding about it.
World Description: Myira's world is much like what might be called the 'normal' Earth though. Her part of it, specifically, resembles northern Europe in the early Middle Ages in the rather traditional fantasy sense. People live on farms and in small communities, the spaces between towns and cities are vast, dark, and dangerous. Magic and spirits criss-cross the land, making being out at night a dangerous proposition. At least for humans. Ravens are part of the magic of this world. Living in matriarchal societies, they pass down their own ancient magic of divination and weather control from mother to daughter, each learning all the histories of their lineage and the lessons of magic so that they can pass it on to their own hatchlings (or those of their brothers and sisters).

Magic is not easy and can be dangerous. It involves contacting forces that may be beyond your control and possibly giving of yourself to them.

History/Background: Myira hatched from her egg on the night of one of the fiercest storms that the Seven Pines flock had ever see and which had not been seen in any of the grandmothers' days or even any of the great-grandmothers' days. There was some talk passed down that perhaps there had been a storm like it in some great-great-grandmothers' time but she was around any longer to tell that story, so someone else had to tell it instead. The point, though, was that she was hatched from her egg as the wind roared through the pine boughs and threatened to almost rip lesser trees from the earth while rain pelted down and thunder shook the heavens. When fledgling Myira finally saw daylight, the storm had passed. Her birth meant that she was a storm fledgling and the most likely to inherit her mother's knack for the ways of witchery.

Like her clutch siblings, she spent her early days in the nest and while she couldn't see most of the world from there, she learned much. Her mother and grandmother would tell her of the world, of how the Skies had come into being first and gotten lonely and so made the birds and clouds and other flying creatures. But they needed somewhere to nest, and so the Skies had created the Earth and the Earth had made all the things that lived on its surface that did not fly, like wolves and humans and trees. She learned the ancient incantations of magic passed down from mother to daughter throughout the many generations of the ravenfolk. She learned to fly, fitfully at first, then in longer and longer stretches until all the sky could be called her home.

She learned how to find food, how to divine the weather, and how to speak to it to make it work for her. She learned which symbols scratched by beak and talon meant a safe roost, which meant hunters and which meant good food was nearby. She learned of humans, which were considered one of the more intelligent walking creatures (though there was argument among the grandmothers about whether it was wolves or men who were smarter and neither could seem to prove their point totally). Her mother and grandmother whispered to her of how to ward trees against rot and finally, when she was deemed old enough and responsible enough, she learned how to change her feathers for skin so that she could walk the Earth. It was an old trick, first learned by the grandmothers in days long past so that they could teach humans a few things and it had become something all witches could do.

At first, Myira found the whole thing frustrating. Walking? When she could fly? A visit to a farmer's field changed that. Myira saw a young woman about her age as humans go. She was the most beautiful creature that Myira had ever seen. So struck was she, that Myira began to take on her human form more often to befriend the human girl. She was careful not to reveal her true self, appearing only in her human skin.

Slowly, she grew closer to the girl, whose name was Aelia. The became close friends, closer than Myira had dared hope, though she found that she hoped yet for more even if Aelia seemed ignorant of the feelings her mysterious friend held for her. Myira poured herself into teaching the girl of the ways to feel the changing of the weather and how to find her way in the woods. One day she held Aelia's hand in her own, felt the warmth of it and thought that perhaps she did not want to go back to being a raven if it meant staying with Aelia.

It wasn't to be.

A sharp-eyed cousin spied Myira with her friend. Brought before the grandmothers to give accoun, Myira was admonished.Talking with the men was permitted, but this sort of closeness was a danger that could not be allowed. If Myira told the girl some smaller secrets, what stopped her from telling larger ones? Threatened with expulsion from the flock Myira was forced to refrain from her human form.

Aelia wondered what had happened to her friend and why she so often found raven's feathers and pretty stones on her windowsill.

Myira's fascination with the world of men turned into contempt, a contempt based on the fact that she could not be part of it in the way she wished. She began to look down on humans and found only faults with them. Why had she ever liked the girl in the first place? It was a way for her to disguise the yearning in her heart and the empty ache that sometimes stirred when she flew over familiar fields.

Noteworthy Positive Characteristics:

• Curious! I'm pretty curious about stuff and I like looking into things. Now, my mam might say that I'm too curious for my own good but she worries too much about that sort of thing. I just like to see hat makes things work and why and learn everything I can about the world. So I'd fly all over the place and then there was that time I spent a while with that human girl but... Actually I don't wanna talk about that none right now.


• Smart! My grandmam always said I was quicker'n the north wind and sharp as a talon. I'm real good at picking up things and learning how they work, mostly. I became a full-fledged witch even faster than I was expected to, so there's that. AND I worked out how to read human words. They're not that hard, honestly!


• Brave! Yeah, that's a good word for it. I ain't afraid of much and I'm not scared of putting my tailfeathers in harm's way if I gotta. Besides, how do you learn anything without risking a bit? And my mam always said that you don't learn nothin' if you don't risk nothin'. I only learned to read 'cause I started talking to a human a lot even if I wasn't supposed to. And I found some good scavenge that one time I followed the wolves even if they don't like sharing.

Noteworthy Negative Characteristics:

• Naive? I think that's how it's written. Anyway, I guess I don't always understand people or places that ain't ravens on account of the way they do things is stupid. Mostly it's just, why would I need to understand them if I'm a raven already? You don't need to worry about human customs if you're a bird!


• Cold/Callous - I guess I come off as kinda harsh to humans or others. Like, you know, if someone is dead they don't have a need for their eyeballs anymore and I'm hungry, you get what I'm saying? The world can be really harsh and unforgiving sometimes and you gotta just keep flyin' or else you'll be in a bad place crying about all the horrible things in the world.


• Quick-tempered - So, I guess I'm pretty flighty about this sometimes (heheh). I get angrt real quick when someone makes me that way but it's their fault for being stupid. It's fine to get angry sometimes, don't you think? Yeah. It is. And if I get angry at someone they deserve it! They totally deserve it. And they'll deserve every hex or curse I lay on them!


• Arrogant - I don't think it's arrogance but ravens are just better than humans and others. We got wings, we got magic, we know how to talk to the Wind. We're not stuck wandering around on our feet all the time... It just makes sense that we're better. That doesn't make us arrogant, does it? I don't think I'm arrogant anyhow.

Character Fears:

I'm not scared of anythin'! 'Cept maybe, uh, deep dark water. Ain't natural to have some place without air or touchin' the sky. And, um...

I guess bein' alone is something I'm afraid of.

Powers/Abilities:

• Divination: By performing the correct rituals and listening to the whispers of the winds or looking into still waters, Myira is able to get glimpses of things that may yet be, though seeing them does not assure that she sees a complete picture, that they will happen in the way that she sees it or that they will even happen at all.


• Shape-changing: Myira can take off her feathers and walk in a human form. When she does this, she seems to remove a cloak of brilliant black feathers that she guards with her life. Without this cloak, it is impossible for her to return to her true form. If the cloak is totally destroyed, she will grow sick and eventually die as her connection with her true self is cut off forever.


• Warding magic: Given the right materials and rituals, Myira is able to ward places and things against harm from magic, pests such as insects, or bad fortune. Inversely, she can also hex or curse places, things, or people to suffer from bad luck or to suffer illness.
  
• Weather magic: By invoking the names given to the winds and the clouds by the Skies themselves, Myira can call down rain and call up mighty winds almost on the level of a hurricane. This takes time, preparation, and materials which she must find herself and are not always available.

Personal Item: If she is brought in her human form, a cloak that seems to be made of shining, deep black feathers. If in raven form, nothing.


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