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Free spirited pirate |
About Mirian Greyfeather
Previously a character in Savage Curse of the Crimson Throne and Savage Conan run by Scranford
Description (taken from the game thread)
Mirian stands by the window looking down on the street below. In her hand is the dented pewter tankard she keeps hooked to her belt when she isn’t using it. Her tricorn hat hangs on her chair at the dinner table, leaving her raven black hair swaying slightly in the evening winds along with the two grey feathers attached to her headband. The feathers are as much of a adornment as a vain atempt to further the cognomen “Greyfeather” in favor of her less flattering moniker “Left eye”. The title of course referring to the eye patch covering her right eye, rare source of insecurity for the otherwise very confident young woman. Her features are a perfect blend of two cultures. The healthy tanned skin and determinate posture of her arogessan father and lean and graceful build of her aquilonian mother. She wears a loose fitting light colored shirt held in place by a leather west. Long-necked leather boots run up her calves where her trousers sewn with both fashion and movement in mind take over.
Backstory
There is no honor among thieves. Mirian knows this first hand, a lesson she paid for with her right eye. She grew up in the port city of Messantia watching the ships come and go. The myriad of people and cultures arriving then departing filled her head with dreams of sailing the seas and seeing the world. Her father, a retired arogessan sailor turned fisherman, did not facy his daughter’s wild ideas, however. Being a traditionalist his plan was for his two eldest sons to carry on the new family trade and for his only daughter to be wed to a man of his choosing. Needless to say, the two clashed numerous times during Mirian’s childhood. Her spirited zest for life and his deeply rooted stubbornness. The constant bickering between the two of them got worse and worse. After one particularly spirited conversation Mirian decided to leave. A few months past her eighteenth birthday she ran away.
During her years mingling with the less than savory crowd of the Messantia port Mirian had made herself a fair few contacts. One of those was the zingarian pirate Ernesto da Costa, first mate on The Red Serpent, who offered her a spot on the crew. Mirian immediately accepted and the next day she was sailing away from her old life ready to start a new one. How ever, her new life as a pirate was short lived. Ernesto had not been looking for a new crew member as much as a scape goat. An ambitious man the zigarian was shooting for the role of captain. He had all ready secured the allegiance with a few key members of crew and was ready to stage the take over, all he needed was Mirian to take all the blame. He conviced the young girl that the captain was secretly keeping a bigger part of the loot all to himself and asked for her help to steal some of it back. Youthfully naive and eager to please Mirian was more than willing to play the part. When the ship next cast anchor the plan was set in motion. Ernesto, Mirian and four crew members picked the lock of the captain’s cabin and entered as thieves in the night.
What happened next Mirian only remembers hazily, and prefers not to think about at all. She remembers Ernesto standing by the bedside of the captain and thrusting a dagger into the sleeping mans heart. The next thing she knew one of the other crewmen pushed her around and drove a dagger of his own into her right eye. The next thing she remembers is waking up in a temple of Mitra, bandaged and cleaned. The priest explained a pair of fishermen had found her on the shore and brought her to the temple. Her eye was beyond saving but her other wounds would heal. Shortly thereafter she was allowed to leave the temple and, for the second time, start a new life.
