STATS

NAME	Mye'rin Tovanek	OCCUPATION	Adventurer
SPECIES	Viera (Rava)	ROLE	Shaman
AGE	62 (Looks 26 to other races)	MARITAL	Single

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT	5'10"	BUILD	Slim / Athletic
EYES	Gold	HAIR	Ebony

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Mye'rin Tovanek carries herself with the effortless poise of one who knows she will be seen. Tall and lithe, her frame is adorned not with heavy armor but with flowing cloth and gleaming ornaments that move with her as easily as water around stone. Her skin is deep and sun-warmed, her long dark hair falling loose save for the jewelry and cords woven through it, each piece chosen as much for beauty as for meaning.

Golden eyes catch the light with a steady gleam, framed by markings that draw attention to the crescent sigil that rests upon her brow. Her voice is low but carries, warm where others are sharp, coaxing where others command. When she moves, it is with deliberate grace - a dancer’s sway, a healer’s calm, and a spellcaster’s precision.

Hers is the quiet resilience of one who bends without breaking, who charms without yielding, and who weaves herself into the heart of a group without ever seeming to try. Where Veyl is shadow and Raine the storm, Mye’rin is firelight: bright, fluid, and impossible to ignore.

PERSONALITY Mye'rin is loyal to those she calls her own, her compassion as steady as her hand in the arts of healing. The shaman's calling lingers in her, a quiet current that shapes the way she tends to others - with patience, with care, with an ear for what is left unsaid. Once soft-spoken, she has found her voice upon the road, and does not hesitate to raise it when her beliefs are challenged.

Adventuring has honed her resolve. Where once she might have accepted duty without question, now she thrives in the uncertainty of the path ahead. She relishes the need to stay alert, to trust her instincts, to meet each twist of fate with open eyes. To Mye'rin, life is not about fulfilling the role others chose for her, but about seizing the one she has chosen for herself.

HISTORY I was born in the Golmore Jungle, steeped in the Green Word ere I knew its weight. My path was chosen early: to learn the sacred arts, to serve as healer and shaman, to mend what was broken and ease what ailed. I did as I was bid. I learned the chants, mixed the salves, laid hands upon the sick and the wounded. 'Twas expected of me.

Yet duty alone fills not the soul. I grew restless, slipping away to stalk prey in the undergrowth, bow in hand, trading incense smoke for the hush of the hunt. Out there, with naught but the beat of my heart and the whisper of leaves, I felt more alive than I ever did in ritual's shadow.

Worse still was the way of our people - men cast out to guard or called upon as little more than breeding stock, women bound to roles so rigid they left no room to draw breath. I could not abide it. Mayhap that made me unruly, mayhap dangerous, but I would not suffer the rest of my days smothered by a life I'd not choosen.

To break the Green Word was no trifle. 'Twas sacrilege, and the weight of it near crushed me. Yet heavier still was the thought of misery unending, of caging myself in tradition until naught of me remained. So I left. I chose the road, and whatever might come of it.

It was not long ere I crossed paths with another who had done the same - Raine Amour, a kindred soul, though her reasons were her own. Together we walked, quietly enough, or so we thought, until the shadows yielded a third: a male from the distant Veena tribe calling himself Veyl Ghostfeather, bowstring taut, claiming we two were so loud he could loose blindfolded and strike us both. Mayhap he meant it; mayhap he did not. He asked our purpose, and hearing it matched his own, he fell into step beside us.

That was some years past. We still walk together, still work side by side. Mayhap chance, mayhap fate, mayhap folly - call it what you will. To me, it is freedom.

RELATIONSHIPS

• Raine Amour, a Rava warrior woman she met while leaving her old life behind.
• Veyl Ghostfeather, a male Veena hunter she met while leaving her old life behind.

GALLERY

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