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I'm A Kitty. :3; In an alternate dimension, Miroir is a cat. Here, she just acts like one.
Topic Started: May 22 2010, 01:44 AM (123 Views)
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Because she's probably going to forget which threads need attention, if we don't write them down.


Name- Miroir
Age- Mid-twenties (she’s not certain)
Gender- Female
Species- Human-ish
Height- 5’ 2”
Weight- Hey, that’s private!
Origin- Earth

Appearance - Adult human woman, five feet two inches tall; tanned skin; lush figure; bright blue hair with orange-streaked tips, long fringe over right eye.
Attire – Long fingerless gloves; tight jeans; knee-high platform boots (2-3 inch heels); various t-shirts/tank tops, occasionally leather motorcycle chaps and/or jacket.
Items/weapons - Motorcycle (non-functioning); helmet with tinted visor, set of keys.
Visual References-

Strengths- Enthusiastic!!, determined, hardworking, friendly, courageous, always willing to try new things, excellent alcohol tolerance.
Weaknesses - Extreme hydrophobia (rain, lakes, large rivers, ponds, bathtubs...), stubborn, oblivious, poor reading and writing skills, small vocabulary, blind in right eye.
Natural abilities - Good night vision, reasonably strong, speedy.
Hobbies/talents - Fishing, getting into trouble.
Favourite activities - Exercise, meeting people, exploring, trying stuff.
Least favourite activities - Anything involving water.


Personality- Bouncy, vibrant, and often outrageous, Miroir will throw herself into the middle of things without thinking twice... Or once.
She seems to have stopped maturing around age fourteen; one might think she was a child in a grown woman’s body. Everything interests her, be it a passing butterfly or a fiery explosion, and she will likely run over to investigate while ignoring all surrounding mayhem in the process. She barely ever acts her age, and gets along with children and teenagers much better than those of the more mature persuasion; her high voice and constant excitement tend to grate on their nerves... Not that one would expect her to notice, without having it spelled out in large, bright font.
Even then, she might simply admire the signage rather than read it.
Though Miroir appears to be flighty, she knows what she likes, be it people, places, or things. Once she’s decided something is worth her time, good luck getting rid of her; she’s persistent, stubborn, and perfectly willing to play ignorant when it suits her.
But beneath her almost lunatic exterior hides a woman of steel, who approaches few and stays close to even fewer. Miroir holds her core deep beneath a thousand eccentricities, her shield and mask to hide behind so that she can interact with people on a regular basis. It’s the only way she knows how to deal with things, at the moment... Perhaps with time, she’ll open up a bit more.

History- Unlike nearly everyone else magically brought onto Planet, the PIF made a remarkably good choice for this woman. She misses nothing from her old home, and is looking forward to an exciting life in the Weyrd.
Born in a no-name backwater to parents who really didn’t care, Miroir grew up with no friends, no understanding teachers, and no direction towards much of anything. She struggled with reading and writing, and with few other options available, dropped out of school and moved away at age 15. The young girl fell into the party crowd, and started drinking and getting high; eventually, she became addicted to the popular drug Red Sanity.
Things only got worse from there. As with most addicts, she lived for the next fix, staying with her dealer and doing whatever he told her to...
Until he was arrested, tried, and sent to prison.
This left Miroir with nothing, literally- the police were going to seize the house in order to search it for evidence. Before they arrived, she stole the man’s motorcycle and some money before driving as far away as she could. After finding a seedy motel, she locked herself in a room with a loaf of bread for a week, and kicked her habit the hard way.
Her life reclaimed, Miroir had to decide what she would do next. She chose to drive to the largest city in the country, get lost in it, and become someone new. So she got onto her purloined bike, rode off towards the setting sun, and was promptly PIF’ed.

Trivia
- Miroir has a dislike of being touched; the occasional pat on the arm is all right, but don’t try and hug her unless she’s done so to you, first.
- The only way she will take a bath is if the water is scalding hot. She would prefer to take showers, but that requires technology that’s rather lacking on Planet.
- Her tastes are very similar to those of a cat: she loves fish and warm sunshine, hates water with a passion, and will chase the occasional yarn ball.
- Because Miroir’s vocabulary is limited, she has a tendency to use words that don’t quite fit the situation. She’ll say something is ‘nice’, ‘good’, or ‘pretty’ rather than ‘kind’, ‘sweet’, ‘gentle’, or ‘beautiful’, or even to describe things that others wouldn’t consider to be positive. It’s not that she can’t analyze things more deeply; she just doesn’t know the right words to express exactly what she thinks.
Edited by Fade, Jun 2 2010, 09:09 PM.
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Here's another post, to put stuff in!




What is she doing now?!

Can't Always Get What You Want
After crash-landing on Planet, Miroir wanders to the only bar in town. Chaos will probably ensue.

Training... Of A Different Kind
At the training green, Miroir meets Jessabella and Tatsu. Then a Panthera shows up. Chaos ensues.

Let's Play!
Miroir wants to go flying with Melissa. Other people and wyverns show up. I'm betting that chaos ensues.

The Search
In which a whole gang of people, including Miroir, go on a quest that may or may not be epic. Chaos will definitely ensue.



Just follow the trail of smashed stuff.

Anarchy From Above Wyvern Bonding - Finished!
Wyverns attack the Wandering Dragon, and Miroir shows up to make friends with Melissa. Chaos started before she got there. Really, I swear!


Pleased to make your aquantance... I think.

Kallile - A bartender at the Wandering Dragon. She was worried about me.
Thorn - Patron of the Wandering Dragon. She gave me a ring, for some reason; it's shiny!
Yanoro Nicolae - A guy at the Wandering Dragon. He bought me food, and he's nice!
Jessabella - That's Jess-jess! She's pretty, and strong, and really good at fighting!
Tatsuko - I met her at the big green space. She's just little, and she has fluffy bunny things!


Look, a shiny!

Melissa, The Pour Your Misery Down Terror

(Only Happy When it Rains – Garbage)
“You want to hear about my new obsession?
I’m riding high upon a deep depression.”


Bashful and pudgy, this odd Terror has willingly relinquished most hope for a bright future. Her body is more masculine and geometrical—all angles—than it is curvaceous and feminine. The exception is her slight potbelly, the product of too much pillaged livestock. She has an innate awkwardness on land and in the air; in general, she’s one of the most inept Wyverns you’ll ever come across. Her scales are a demure tan with darker browns and a few black stripes marking their surface. Her eyes are a doleful dark brown, almost oil-colored, large and pitiful. As for her crest, it’s a standard coffee-color, the final add-on in an outfit of plainness.

Since she was born, she’s had no talent for making a nuisance of herself. When all of her childhood friends grew into their deadly claws and teeth, she settled for killing placid cows rather than raiding nearby villages. She’s a humdrum sort of gal, and she accepts her sorry lot in life with an Eeyore-like disposition. Her favorite habit is sighing wistfully towards the sky. She puts in a grand effort to become a more standard Terror, though. Deep down, she knows that she was not put on this earth to screech and flaunt her claws, but she likes to make half-hearted swipes at the innocent now and again. She’s so accustomed to this depressed, underachieving state of mind that she is quite selfless, the sort who will stay behind and watch the children while everyone else goes out to party. As this motherly ‘designated driver’, she plays her part well. She’s also a fantastic listener who especially enjoys tales of misery and woe. She can relate to the browbeaten sidekick, the nerdy sister, the matronly secretary. Having welcomed sadness into her daily emotions for so long, she can distinguish it in its many forms, and is an excellent tool for catharsis. And, because she considers herself a lost cause, you’ll never have to worry about her biting your head off—though she will constantly remind you that she’s a failure by virtue of this fact. And she might chew on you a little. Just to say she tried.
Edited by Fade, Jun 8 2010, 03:53 PM.
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