#lumenstellae

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character:Myron Alexius

Series: Magi

Age:20

Family Status:Pauper

Job: Bounty Hunter

Residence: Currently homeless

Personality: Myron is actually somewhat calm, until she goes into battle. She’s intelligent and apt at creating successful strategies, something that greatly aids her in her field of work. She doesn’t want the Fanalis to be seen as such a savage race for her brother’s sake, but even she can’t deny the fact that the rush of battle is…well, infectious. While she isn’t quite at RohRoh’s level, she has been known to become rather psychotic during fights, such as declaring the enemy as prey. She also isn’t known for her compassion, as she was rather cold in regards to Titus’s wish to live.

Despite this, Myron is very caring toward her brother, as he is the only family she has left. In regards to others, she can sometimes be rather callous, but she is generally rather civil. 

Background: Born a slave, it was Myron and her older brother for as long as she could remember. Born as half-Fanalis, they were immediately looked down upon. Their parents died early on in their childhood through an accident. Myron barely remembers them, however, but she does remember that her mother’s hugs were very warm. But after that, life fell down on their shoulders, forcing them to bear a terrible burden.

At their age, they were expected to take over all the chores their parents had, as well as the ones they usually performed. Cleaning, gathering water, feeding and caring for the animals…Every day she went to bed with aching muscles. Even if her mixed blood granted her enhanced strength, it was still a tough way of life. Especially since by the time they finished their chores, it was late at night, and they’d have to be up before the sun rose the next morning.

It was miserable, but she stuck with it, if only because her brother was there beside her. It was always just the two of them, sticking together. If anything, it only brought them closer as siblings, but it gradually became more than the two could handle—especially as her brother was pulled away for things such as gladiator fights. 

Their time together became less and less, which made Myron work even harder in an effort to be able to see her brother more often—but it was only for small portions of time a day.

And then eventually, the day came where she didn’t meet him. He was gone. First, she panicked, asking everyone he could find, but no one had an answer. At first, she feared that he had been killed in a match. In her despair, she began to slip in her duties, earning the ire of her master. 

Finally, a letter came—one she almost didn’t receive. Her brother was alive, adopted by a noble family. He would try his hardest to come back for her, and in the meantime, he encouraged her to escape. That was all the incentive she needed. That night, she plotted her escape, and when midnight fell, she unleashed the monstrous side of herself that she had always hidden for the sake of her brother.

By the time the sun rose, she was far, far away from the estate. She arrived in Delumine that afternoon, deciding that she would live here, making a name for herself in the hopes news would eventually reach her brother and they would reunite as soon as possible.

RP Sample: She didn’t like horses. She was fairly sure they didn’t like her either. They probably saw her as a predator. Might as well have been. Still, her brother was encouraging her, and she didn’t want to let him down. She was probably about eleven—that’s what her brother said, and she believed everything he told her. 

He helped her onto the horse’s back after he’d calmed it down. He always was better around them. The moment she was seated, the horse took off. It was apparently not happy to have a rider as it galloped and bucked, every attempt it could to make the girl fall off. 

Myron’s grip on the reins slipped and the next buck sent her flying. She hit the ground, the air rushing from her lungs. She vaguely heard her brother calling to her, rushing to her side. But her blood was boiling. Her entire frame shook as she rose to her feet, her eyebrow twitching. “You fucking shit!” She hissed. “I’ll fucking kill you!”