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Despite their penchant for trickery, the fox folk society is tightly focused on tradition, ancestral wisdom and respect for nature. Any kitsune that found themselves blessed with oracolar powers would feel honored. Any kitsune who had a mystical and deep connection with nature would swell with pride. Any kitsune who was chosen by spirits as their guide and medium would be grateful and overjoyed.
Mamise Iwani is not any kitsune.

As a child, Mamise was as playful and free as anyone can be, living in a small village called Tanalta, deep in the Gronzi Forest, listening to folk tales from barges over the East Sellen River, playing with her friends, and generally frolicking freely.
Then, on the twelfth day after her twelfth birthday, her world shifted. She was wandering the woods with friends, looking for fey, when a wave of nausea washed over her. She doubled over on the grass of a clearing, retching violently as she felt a vibrant energy taking possession of her body. Her senses felt sharper, her tail resonated with dormant magic, and suddenly she felt all the nature around her, plants, animals and creatures coalescing together in a single, painfully clear figure, glowing with life. As her friends were trying to help her, she felt the apparition blessing and cursing her, and convulsed while wild magic surged in her heart.
During the following days her family and her village explained to her that she had been chosen as an oracle, a receptacle for mystical power and magic beyond comprehension. She was thrilled at first, exploring her newfound powers with glee and curiosity, although she felt herself much more prone to disease and nausea than before. Soon, though, the taste of her new abilities turned bitter in her mouth as she felt her freedom stripped away. Having become a rare and precious gift for the village, she was watched over constantly, forbidden from wandering alone, coddled and protected as a helpless baby. To add insult to the injury, she was forced to spend her days with the village elders, hearing them babble about things she did not care about like trade goods and duties organization.
She endured twenty months. Twenty months of unanswered pleas to her family, twenty months of reclusion in her own home village, until she could not stand it anymore. She sneaked away from her village in the dead of night, heading northwards, as far as possible from home. For two days she wandered, thinking only of putting as much road as possible between Tanalta and herself, but, while descending a steep hill, she had a violent attack of nausea, and in a retch she slipped and hit her head against a root, losing consciousness. She awoke late at night, seeing small motes of lights gathering around her.
Mamose thought they were fey, but inside her she knew that these were spirits, the same spirits that had bestowed upon her the powers and the curse. Fascinated by the strange creatures, she spent two nights and a day communing with them. At the second dawn she watched the flight of birds to find augury, and the divination told her the road to keep. In her heart was a newfound respect for her powers, and she finally started viewing her being tied to the spirit world as much a blessing as a curse.

Roaming north, putting as much road as she could between the Gronzi Forest and herself, she arrived to a town in the lands ruled by House Orlovsky, alone but free. All the time she spent there she spent disguised as a human, so as to avoid attracting attention. When her money had run out, she used her guile and tricks to have herself accepted as a maid in the house of the local squire, Stavros Vorvani, head of a minor branch of the Orlovsky family. Her beautiful appearance, grace and charm had her hired, and in a few years she had risen to the high position of lady's maid for Erinda, Stavros' wife. The work was tiring, but not hard, she was trusted and respected by her adoptive family and she had some free time for herself to enjoy life, either in the village or with her fellow servants.
Things changed when Karlos, Stavros' only son and heir, returned home from his martial education. A tall and strapping young man, he immediately caught Mamise's eye just as she caught his. A random meeting turned into a flirt, a flirt turned into her free evening spent in Karlos' bedroom, one evening turned to many. The kitsune, though a consummate liar, fell for his honeyed words, promising to wed her, raise her status, lead her to a life of luxury, and, smitten, she believed him. Until the day when he was betrothed to the daughter of another local heir, leaving Mamise without giving her so much as an excuse or an explanation. Struck by rage but conscious that she had no chance for vengeance, she resigned from her job, took her savings and left town, not before having spread a few spicy and salacious rumors about all of the Vorvani family. A proclaim announced that adventurers were seeked to settle new, far lands. A perfect opportunity for her to run again.

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In both her forms, Mamise is lean and thin, her figure slender and youthful. In her natural form, she has auburn fur that turns to candid on her chin and chest, bright amber eyes and a continuous smirk on her face.
When in human form, her eyes keep the color, her skin is lightly bronzed by the sun and her shoulder-length hair are the same shade of auburn as her fur. Her body is skinny, hardly curvaceous, but graceful and attractive, and she usually covers it with revealing, light and eye-catching outfits, when she is not wearing armor (which she does not, unless she feels she has a reason to). She usually wears a light amount of makeup, and a hint of perfume.

Superficially, Mamise is egoistic. She likes to live a pleasant life, she is a glutton and a drinker and she seems no shame in this. She is not above tricking people to get an edge, deceiving without a second thought, bluffing her way through life. She has, however, a big, soft heart, and would have problems gaining an advantage from someone's downfall (unless, of course, she felt like such downfall was deserved). She would never swindle the poor, abuse the downtrodden or exploit the helpless, and she would die before depriving an innocent of his freedom.
She is bright and cheery, sometimes forcedly so, trying to enjoy everything that the world has to offer, delighting in revelry and company, although being forced to leave home not once but twice made her slightly reluctant to forge stable bonds. She knows a large amount of songs, from melancholic ballads to bawdy tavern songs, and will gladly sing at any time and place. Mamise enjoys flirts, but has no desire for a relationship, not after the scandalous end of her story with Karlos.
Her love for trickery knows almost no bounds. She might make terrible puns at inappropriate times or play practical jokes and she has a special love for disguising shenanigans. Luckily, she is also capable of laughing at herself should she ever be the butt of the joke.
She is no longer shy and afraid to show her magic, but right now she has little love for it, remembering how she was cast from her village. She stays most of the time in human form, reverting back when she is alone, but she is trying to stop this habit, after the bad experience with the Vorvani family.
She is terribly afraid of growing old, not being any longer able to enjoy life to the fullest and possibly turning into an oppressive, stubborn, obstreperous geezer like her village elders. Her bright attitude is, somehow, her way of avoiding regrets and being sure that she will be able, one day, to say "I have lived a fulfilled and joyful life".

A dip in Swashbuckler (Flying Blade, Veiled Blade) could be fun
"Fishing a knife from the folds of her frock, the foxfolk flings it at the furthermost foe."