Name: Mika [ formerly Misuru ] [ will let others call her Misuru if they have earned the right ]
Stage: Prentice
Race: Ice Earthling
Gender: Female
Base Traits: Adventurous, Stoic, Dauntless, Petulant, Condescending, Greedy, Besotted
Personality:
Adventurous: Excitement, danger, the release of intoxicating adrenaline flooding her system forcing all of her senses into a heightened state of predator like clarity. The sensation was euphoric and addictive; each exploit regardless of the size left the girl filled with wonderment and a lustful like craving for more. Every experience Mika finds herself engaging in brings not only the chemical decadence that she enjoys but also a primal feeling of dominance when she conquers the challenge. The more difficult the task the more intense the pleasure she gathers from the end result.
Stoic: Despite her short-temper Mika is actually very tolerant in the face of hardship and pain, hiding her emotions behind a cold, silent exterior without complaint, for Mika it is easy to shrug off difficulties (both emotional and physical) because nothing comes close to the pain she felt when she got separated from Buru. The only person she ever confided in fully was her sister; she allowed the other girl to see her in a vulnerable state and exposed her softer, affectionate side readily. To other people, her lessers Mika shows what emotion she find acceptable, since people aren’t at her level of importance or worth she doesn’t think they deserve the full spectrum of her personality or any insight into what she is feeling, unless of course she is angry then they fully deserve every ounce of raw, hostile emotion directed towards them.
Dauntless: Perhaps it is Mika’s adventurous nature that helps solidify her fearless disposition or maybe it is her lack of fear that drives her exploratory spirit either way the girl is daring and reckless. No challenge elicits anxiety or trepidation from the youth she simply dives straight in and wades through the experience whether it is good or bad; frightening or enjoyable. Not that Mika would recognize a situation as being frightening, the fact of the matter her unusual amount of bravery coupled with her stoic disposition tends to nullify most circumstances that normal people would consider distressing. Due to this fact Mika is a daredevil with little to no self-preservation instincts when it comes to backing down or knowing her limits.
Petulant: Misuru, just like her other-half is quick to anger and is nearly always irritable and snappy to some degree, anything and everything is likely to set the woman off; unless of course that person is Buru whom is the only exception to her tetchy disposition. Similar to Buru the girl is a verbal firebomb but also packs a ton of heat physically and isn’t afraid to get into a fight. In moments of absolute anger Mika is extremely unstable and aggressive
Condescending: Just like her sister Misuru Mika knows she is better than others and seeing as she is better often talks down to her lessers. Unlike her twin Mika isn’t as hoity-toity and prissy, she doesn’t don a smile or stick her nose in the air instead she tends to glower and radiate a vibe that reads ‘Plebeian, don’t even think about making eye contact with me or I’ll end you.’ Mika is the sort of woman that would walk right up to someone and mock them directly to their face while smirking and daring them to give her a reason to lose her temper.
Greedy: Personal gain, whether it be monetary or other has always been something that Misuru believes that she deserves even if she has no claim to the spoils. The level of desire Mika feels for material things and the lengths at which she is willing to go to in order to obtain said items is far beyond that of how an average person reacts to the same sense of wanting. Even with everyday things such as food or items that she discovers that she enjoys such as blankets or other comforts Misuru finds herself unwilling to share and often becomes aggressive to anyone attempting to force her to share what she believes to her hers. Due to these self-indulgent tendencies Mika often not only goes out of her way to get what she desires but also overindulges in what she likes, since her birthfather is a herbalist the youth keeps herself sedated and altered to manage through the day and to cope with the ache she feels from the loss of her twin.
Besotted: Incestuous Misuru’s love for her twin sister run deeper than she would like to admit but has long ago accepted as her true feelings. Even as a youngling Mika recognized her attraction towards Buru as something forbidden but she couldn’t change how she felt. In youth it was easier to hide her emotions but as she grew older her incestuous feelings began to become more difficult to contain, no one she has ever met even comes close to the perfection that is her sister and the love-sickness that she feels consumes her every waking moment which is a large contributor to her irritability and need for coping mechanisms such as medical herbs and liquid substances.
Description:
[ hair reference ] Misuru Mika keeps her hair pulled back but often has a few loose bangs falling into her face, her hair color is dark blue. [ Unlike Buru, Mika has more bangs in her face ]
Her skin is a powdery even-toned, pale blue and her eyes I would enjoy if one were a deep shade of gold [ left ] while the other is a bright hue of yellow [ right ]. Mika has fair features [ such as a dainty nose, well-groomed eyebrows and thin lips, the hair reference image also really, really works for how I generally want her to look ], she has narrowed eyes with thick, long lashes. Her default facial expression is a smirk playing at the corner of one of her mouth. Also, I would love it if … her ears were extra-long, like hella long.
Mika also has light facial scarring, that are pale in color. [ Scars ]
Crystal Placement: Mika’s crystals are the exact same as Buru’s except on the opposite sides because they are Mirror-Image Twins.
Clothing: [ bottoms and shoulder strap /minus the weapons and necklace ][ the furred top ] coloration Starting at her boots, the actually boots themselves are dark brown the surrounding fur is a sandy tan color, the straps that bind the fur to the footwear is a dark green. The pants are a drab brownish-green, the tasset around her waist has several colorations [ the belts are a dark brown in color with silver buckles, and studs, the fabric itself two or three shades darker than the color of her pants, the edges of her tasset are the same shade of brown as the belts ] the underskirt is navy blue. The furred sleeve on her right arm is the same sandy tan as her legging fur but the bindings are dark blue [ as are the bindings on her left arm ]. The capelet that Mika wears has white fur trim and is a powdery, pale blue [ the capelet is short on her and barely covers to the base of her breasts, her midriff is fully exposed, hnng~ ]. The shoulder strap is a sapphire blue with sunset orange markings in the leatherworking and white fur trim.
Accessories:
Mika has silver loop earrings in both ears much like the hair reference image. I would love if Misuru had one silver arm band on her upper right arm just like in the first clothing reference image.
History:
Misuru and Buru’s story begins many years prior to their birth, somewhere in the Jauhar rainforest just off the coast of the Chibale Isles. Young and full of yearning to prove herself an Alkidike by the name of Izuzue set out on a personal mission to expand her knowledge of Tendaji and lay claim to the lands that belonged to not only her but all of her sisters alike. The journey was not easy and many years of her life were spent honing her skills and fighting tooth and nail with the other inhabitants of the land until her expedition lead her to the furthest reaches of Zena where she met Xansa. Despite her aggression towards other races and her engrained sense of supremacy meeting the woman from the Ice Tribe proved to be love at first sight for the Alkidike warrior. Coming from an all-female society Izuzue saw no issue with her attraction towards the slim-figured blue-skinned beauty and just like the land she would claim the woman as her own and bring her back to her home as proof of her conquest. However unlike the territories that rightfully belonged to her and her sisters Izuzue knew that she couldn’t take her desired mate by force, she would have to win over her somehow even if it meant staying in the snowcapped region longer than she had planned for. In the months that followed Izuzue found herself enjoying the harsh climate of the treacherous mountain range, hunting in the snow proved far more difficult than in the rainforest which appealed to her test of skill and weapon mastery. The tribesmen of the village being extremely xenophobic as they were shunned the young-blade and kept her at arms-length from their people, it took time and numerous attempts before she was even allowed to walk around the settlement much less make trades with the tanners and artisans that dwelled there. Patience and persistence proved to yield results as Izuzue began her awkward courtship with Xansa, the young ice-prentice appeared to be the bashful sort, thankful for the attention but uncertain with how to act in regards to it; flattered yet too overwhelmed by the foreignness to comprehend the intimate implications it involved.
A brief period of time passed before Xansa’s father, a prominent trapper and fur trader of the tribe intervened. The confrontation was civil; the man addressed Izuzue’s intentions and politely informed her that his daughter was affianced to someone else in the village and that her objectives were disrespectful and unwarranted yet being the businessman that he was Iknik made a proposition that he knew the Alkidike wouldn’t refuse. The terms were simple he had a shipment of furs that he needed delivered to Tale, he would allow for her to complete negotiations on his behalf and lastly he required for her to obtain a dowry if she wanted to be given the opportunity to pursue his beloved only-child. Most of the conditions seemed reasonable especially when Iknik explained his reasoning, the dowry however was a foreign concept to the blade and at first she was certain it was some form of tree. After proper clarification on the word Izuzue realized just how primitive the patriarchal society of the ice tribe was, Xansa had no choice regarding who she married as long as the person had wealth that was the only deciding factor in her father’s eyes. Disgusted by the revelation yet fueled by passion the young Alkidike set out on her mission to Tale.
The trip lasted several weeks, upon arriving Izuzue sought out the buyer and questioned him on the amount of trade-goods that would be exchanged, the offer she found was lacking and using her better judgment excused herself from the transaction and proceeded to find another buyer in the area. One of the local artisans offered her ten times as much in goods solely based on the coloration of the pelts, without hesitation Izuzue sold the items for the increased profit then returned to the original buyer with furs that were of her own craftsmanship. Selling the items for the agreed amount she quickly made her way back to Zena, she had sold what she had needed to, and the rest of the profit was the dowry that Iknik required, she even went so far as to have paperwork drawn up as a receipt of payment so that the businessman couldn’t say that she was cheating him out of his own earnings. Returning to Zena Izuzue half expected to find Xansa already married off to her male-suitor but to her pleasant surprise Iknik kept to his word. The trade-goods, letter and prospective new client all were enough for the man to grant the smitten Alkidike permission to interact with his daughter (as for the extra goods that she had obtained as her dowry the man took half as collateral, the remaining amount he invested into his own business so that he could afford to hire on the young-blade as one of his hunters).
Months went by and Izuzue juggled both her profession and her courtship of Xansa flawlessly, her skill as a huntress solidified her place in the tribe while earning respect from not only the residents of the village but also Iknik himself, which earned the Alkidike hunting trips every few weeks with the man and his top hunters; truly a very exclusive privilege especially for an outsider. Xansa during this transitional phase divided her time equally between Izuzue and her male-suitor, the iceling enjoyed both of their company greatly however once she opened up to the young-blade she found herself mesmerized by the other woman’s strength, intelligence, and exotic beauty; with Izuzue ( or Zuzu as she affectionately called her ) she felt safe and unrestrained as if she could be herself without needing to fear being judged. This of course became apparent when she actively chose to spend time with Izuzue instead of the man that had thought himself her soon-to-be husband, jealousy quickly followed and the actions the man took solidified the birth of the twins and the choice that both women would have to make.
Knowing his chances decreased by the day for her hand in marriage █████ decided that he had to do something crafty to reclaim woman for himself. During one of Izuzue’s hunting expeditions █████ used his natural albeit wavering charm to convince Xansa to join him for dinner, it wasn’t unheard of for the man to make such requests however normally the meals they partook upon were shared with her father in their company, dining with █████ unsupervised for whatever reason made Xansa nervous yet despite the weariness that she felt from the situation she agreed. The night was filled with awkward conversation, roasted meats and wine, so very much wine. It had been █████’s plan the entire time, at every moment he replenished her cup until the slender-youth was unable to stand. In the morning to come he made sure to stay in bed with her until she roused from slumber, he spun his tale of her seduction while intoxicated and how she all but forced herself upon him. Xansa of course knew better, she wasn’t stupid yet with what had been taken from her how could she ever face Izuzue again? She felt disgusted and betrayed and over the course of the next few weeks did her best to distance herself from the Alkidike, her family and the b*****d that soiled her. None of her attempts though seemed to matter when it came to █████, he was relentless and lacked the respect for her that he once seemingly held. Only once more did he manage to make her drop her guard and allow him access to her bedchambers, on that night her father had returned home early from his hunting trip. Iknik found his daughter bedded with the boy that at one time he considered his future son-in-law, if this moment had come sooner he might have rejoiced however the expression on Xansa’s face and the reek of alcohol solely on his child elicited rage rather than rapture from the man. Pulling what strings he needed to Iknik ensured the exile of his daughter’s transgressor and in the months that followed when her stomach grew rounded and heavy with child Izuzue was there to pick-up the pieces of the shattered ice-girl.
[ Part Two ]
Even at birth Misuru had been the daring one, cresting seventeen minutes before her twin to make sure it was safe for the other girl to make her grand entrance and that habit remained for the next eight years. Everything the youngling did was fueled by her devotion and love for her sister, learning to walk first had been an experiment to make sure standing on two legs was a safe idea; really it wasn’t but both mothers continuously insisted that they become bipedal even though being on all fours seemed to be the much more stable approach to mobility. Despite the whole ‘walking’ debacle everything else their mothers expected from them was deemed acceptable by the older twin and quickly encouraged towards her sister; Buru had always been the sort that learned better when shown how to do something while Misuru normally could figure things out on her own with little to no help, the only except being feeding herself even though the youngling grasped the concept soundly she simply preferred having others cater to her whims and dab her mouth clean whereas Buru took such pride in the fact she could do the task all by herself that she often would ‘help’ her sister by sharing her food.
Childhood for Misuru unlike that of her sister’s was one filled with intrigue and excitement, the girl would rush from one endeavor to the next and once she was certain it was without peril she would do everything in her power to make sure she shared the excitement with her twin and no one else; adventure awaited her around every corner and she couldn’t wait to experience more with the one person that she held dearest. As time progressed on and the pair came into their own as individuals Misuru found herself sharing far fewer experiences with her sister, it wasn’t that the younger girl disliked the things that her other-half showed her she simply deserved to be pampered more in a comfortable environment which Misuru found herself also enjoying, just because Buru didn’t want to have adventures with her didn’t mean that they couldn’t spend just as much time together doing things that were just as fun and far more innocuous. Misuru could have her thrills, return home to her sister, watch her eyes light up when she regaled her with stories of her endeavors all while not having to worry about the well-being of her twin; truly it was a relief not having to stress over the safety of her sister while allowing her to shameless impress the more docile girl with her exploits or receive copious amounts of affection just for being herself.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Misuru found this statement to be ever so true not only for herself but especially in regards to Buru, it seemed the longer she stayed away on her hunting trips with Izuzue the more excited and doting her sister would become. At first the youth thought very little about how much she began to look forward to returning home but as time drew on Misuru discovered that she didn’t just enjoy the attention her sister gave her but longingly ached for more. When traveling back to the tribe the last few miles were agony, not psychically of course but emotionally and morally; each step brought her closer to her beloved sister while stabbing her with the realization of just how inappropriate her feelings were becoming; Misuru was very astute eight-year old with a firm grasp and understanding on her downwardly spiraling moral compass.
The morning that would forever be known to Misuru as her ‘accident’ began as most mornings for the girls often did, they woke up, fed each other breakfast, helped the other dress and do their hair, then rushed out of the house to play before either of their parents could wrangle them into various chores. This morning however as they frolicked about, their merriment lead them to the fateful spot that would change everything. The blood had been enough to make both girls stop dead in their tracks however curiosity got the better of the older twin as she went to investigate the Cliffside. Within a matter of moments Misuru watched as her sister was pulled out of focus and the world around her spun out of control, blinding whiteness enveloped her senses and icy dread swallowed her whole. Small hands scrambled and clawed at the cascading, traitorous snow in a vain attempt to snag onto a hidden handhold of some sort but only numbing wetness greeted her. Then there was nothing, Misuru could feel the scream rip from her throat, never before had she ever let out such a noise, it was foreign and startling. As she fell with the blanket of snow fluttering around her she made out the strangled identical scream that drifted just over the edge of the cliff. Hearing Buru cry out for her silenced the youth as she plummeted through the frigid air, she knew that she was past the point of return, she was all too aware of the outcome that awaited her, within moments she would hit the jagged stone-teeth that waited for her below.
But she didn’t.
The blinding pain that reverberated throughout her skull and up her limbs suggested that she had in fact fell to her death but the throbbing agony that she felt clawing along every fiber of her being begged to differ with that notion. Forcing herself to sit up Misuru found opposition in the form of a large hand placed upon her shoulder pinning her battered frame back down on the cot that she resided in. The musky dwelling was dim in ambience, shelves were littered with jars and vials, herbs hung from the crossbeams of the rafters and small curtain partitions divided the rows of stiff cots that lined the furthest corner of the room. The man’s voice came out like frigid wet velvet, smooth yet cold almost as if it were sterile surgical steel honed to a keen edge for medical precision. His words made her head throb and instinctively Misuru found her hand gravitating towards the tightly wound wrapping across her forehead and the bandage pinned against the bridge of her nose, even in the small action the girl could feel fatigue claim her entire being and drain what little strength she had left. Again the man spoke this time with firmness in his silken baritone asking the youth what the last thing she remembered was, after several moments Misuru collected herself enough and informed the stranger about what had happened to her. The moment she spoke of the accident she couldn’t help but plead that she needed to go home to her mothers and sister, she told the man of her name and which tribe she belonged to but the herbalist insisted what she truly needed to do was to rest so that she wouldn’t agitate her injuries further. Arguing for what felt like hours Misuru finally gave in to the man’s request when he pointed out the fact that in her state she wouldn’t be able to travel and to simply focus on healing before returning home, begrudgingly she agreed and the nameless man lifted an ampule of bitter liquid to her mouth and eased it down her throat vowing it would help with the pain and aid her recovery.
Once again blinding pain tore through her body, settling at the base of her skull and radiating over her left eye then across her nose, just as the day before the dank scent of the herbal poultices and various concoctions that littered the shelves was the first thing that filtered through the agonizing fog that settled on her senses. Again a strong hand pushed her back to the cot and once more the icy chill of his voice requested that she tell him what all she remembered, unlike the previous day clarity and recollection didn’t come as quickly to her. A thick haze obscured her memory but after a long while bits and pieces fell into place and Misuru answered his question, she informed him of her name, her mothers and sister and what tribe she came from; in reply the stranger fed the girl a thin broth and gave her water then again administered the bitter liquid that made her fall into a heavy slumber while numbing her aches thoroughly. The routine became daily, Misuru would wake up, the man would ask her the same question, fed her then give her the medication that made everything feel so much better. Each day recollecting the events that led up to her fall became more and more obscured in the haze that seemed to linger in her head, weeks passed and not only did Misuru forget the details of her accident, she was aware that she had two mothers and a beautiful sister but she couldn’t recall where they were or why she wasn’t there with them; all she knew was something bad had happened and that was the reason she was hurt and had something to do with the fact that she couldn’t go back home to her family.
Weeks bled into months and during that time Akim, the healer that specialized in herbology began physical therapy with the girl, Misuru recovered quickly from the atrophy that she suffered from constant bed-rest, each day her limbs found strength returning to them but the fogginess that settled in her head refused to lift. Gradually Akim presented the girl to his village, the first time she opened her mouth to introduce herself she would stammer out ‘Mi---‘ then trail off as if confused, the healer beside her finished for her stating that her name was in fact ‘Mika’. To the girl it sounded vaguely familiar, there was something about it that seemed to fit; besides what motive did the older man have in lying about something so basic? Truly it had to be her name; in fact she sort of liked it. It held an air of regality to it yet sounded fierce at the same time, it was perfect just like her.
The tribe was a small logging community with two active sawmills that provided most of the residence with a steady source of income. Mika quickly learned that because so many of the villagers chose to work at the sawmills that the community lacked core professions such as hunters and other artisan classes. That gap was exactly the reason that her father stole her away from her mothers, she was skilled and he deserved the retribution, he had been cast out of home because of the savage outsider and his children had forcibly been kept from him, he was owed this and the monetary gain was simply an added bonus. Suiting Mika with a fine bow and well-constructed arrows he sent the girl out to pay off the debt she had accumulated through the use of his ‘services’.
In her youth Mika ran circles around the other hunters of the community, her skill was second to none and her drive to pull herself out of debt with Akim motivated her to push herself past her limits to reach that goal however as time went on Mika developed a dependency on sedatives and other herbal substances to shave off the boredom of her monotonous life and deep-rooted ache that she felt in her heart, every night she dreamed of the love of her life or rather remembered reveries of the life she had forgotten and woke up screaming as it all disappeared into a thick haze. It was the heavy feeling in her chest that Mika couldn’t tolerate after she came to, a handful of pills or a sip of some brew took the pain away but also dulled her senses. Years of chemical addiction felt the prentice apathetic and unresponsive, she seldom picked up a bow and spent most of her time free-climbing cliff faces, she was drawn to them for some unknown reason, she felt that if she could manage in conquering the heights and make it to the peak that some revelation would reveal itself but Mika always fell-short on her ascension, her stamina just wouldn’t allow her to make the arduous climb on her own. Then came Je’one, the young man was a solid wall of moving muscle. His father owned one of the two sawmills in the village and as such the boy knew how to scale even the most difficult of surfaces, their friendship was more than unlikely, the pair singularly was aggressive, stubborn and violent but together they were far worse. Fist fighting, insults and overall un-pleasantry towards each other knitted their relationship in a patchwork of bruises and a shaky mutual respect. Around age sixteen Mika found herself once again laying on one of Akim’s medical cots, she and Je’one had ventured away from the village and found themselves scaling a relatively low bluff; upon cresting at the peak Mika simply dangled over the snowcapped edge then let go as a floodgate of suppressed memories assaulted her. The fall wasn’t steep enough to inflict serious injuries but the shock the event left her in caused for concern. Akim did what he could to repair the physical damage that she sustained all while unknowingly leaving the lies that he had told her for the last seven years to unravel as she laid in bed plotting her revenge. She had told him everything when she had been a little girl and yet he forced her to forget her home, her mothers, her darling Buru and even her own name, the man was a fiend and she vowed to one day make him suffer tenfold but first she had to get back to her sister, she had to bask in the glow of her treasure just once more before evoking her ire upon the man known as Jazzom Akim. Over a year has passed since Misuru left the confines the logging community, even though she was born and raised in Zena and taught to track at a young age locating her tribe proves to be a difficult task not only due to the treacherous terrain but the unpredictable climate with its sudden blizzards and hail storms that make travel impossible.
