Miusa ????
Sage of Wishes
Age: Unknown, though she looks about 23. She doesn't seem to age, but has apparently been teaching at Makai Royal since its inception.
Status: Ancient Incantations & Catalyst Magic teacher at Makai Royal.
Tea: Everafter.
Magic: Miusa is adept at many forms of magic, but the areas she is best at are within creation alchemy, and song-summoning. Deep in her past, she was a songstress, but she is rarely seen using neither song nor song-summoning anymore.
Personality:
A little girl with a fragile heart, sheltered delicately inside the shielding body of a woman time cannot touch. There is much about Miusa that can be seen from a glance alone: She is soft and quiet, gentle and kind, delicate and pure....yet there is a circumstantial air about her, an air of mischievous danger, confidence, and a fathomless feeling that you will never, ever know this woman's true story, her dreams, or her nightmares. Though seemingly delicate, there is very little that frightens her, or even surprises her. When she smiles, there is an empty feeling she has never learned to successfully hide, a feeling that exudes despair, loss, and indescribable solitude. Still, only the most thoughtful of people would be able to read into this, otherwise mistaking it for a social awkwardness.
Among students and colleagues, she is neither popular nor dreaded, though she is well-known for staring daggers into the student or professor who questions her age or beginnings; a question she will never answer, if it can be helped. Her methods of teaching are hands-on, and it's not uncommon for students to leave with a few cuts and bruises from her classes. Still, she shows nearly-maternal pride in her students when they succeed, but is not above punishing them in almost devious ways should they commit the heinous crime of stupidity or disobedience. She has ways to garner attention and respect in her classes, and these ways are to be feared and respected with a dangerous admiration.
Outside of the classroom, she is a much different person. Her girlish personality and inward fragile demeanor show through. She has an uncommon shyness around the male gender, always keeping her distance and approaching them only if she must, and always with a polite, reserved demeanor. Is it a fear, or is she simply bashful? Nobody really knows the answer to this question, but it is known she has never been seen with a man since even the most elderly of the town can recall. (Besides on the school grounds, of course.)
Long, long ago....
Miusa does not have knowledge of magic that keeps her from aging, or likewise preserves her youth, but is affected by a unique curse that happened to her so, very, very long ago.... long before witches thrived as they do now, before the Majin were birthed into our world. She was a witch in a time where witches were feared, hunted and killed, unwelcome from society, and all that was implied. All she had, and all she ever needed, was Runa.
The two girls found each other through magic, growing up as secret friends practicing a secret, dangerous art. All they needed was each other, in friendship, in magic, in company, in love. But, as it happened, their secret was discovered, and in the fight for their escape, Runa had killed many people with her magic in order to protect Miusa. They were young and scared, and had only wanted to help build a better life for everybody, and their wish for good would lead to their eventual destruction.
Little by little, witches were gathering together in those times. Most could only do a little magic, though some were unusually powerful, and they were the ones to incite the rituals which spread far and wide; rituals designed to open the gates that allowed magic to pulse back into the hearts of humans. Those rituals, however, all failed miserably, and it was not uncommon for those who participated in them to die trying to open the hearts of humans again.
It was in such a ritual that Miusa and Runa were coerced into participating. Their level of magic was far beyond the abilities of any other witch in that time, and if anybody had the ability to usher in the age of mana, it was them. However, they were fooled. They were confident in each other, that their strength combined could do anything, but the major ingredient in the ritual they were to partake were tears of betrayal. The grand architects of their demise tricked them into a situation where Runa would die, plummeting from the open-mouthed altar of the cliff-side shrine, believing Miusa had betrayed her for the love of a man. Miusa would watch the tears fall from Runa's horrified, sorrowful and betrayed face, and be held back when she tried to reach for her beloved friend's outstretched hand, as she fell further and further into darkness, disappearing in the ravaging froth below. She couldn't explain, she couldn't say she was sorry, she couldn't say 'I love you always'. And then, before she had a chance to do more than to cry out for Runa's name, she was flung over the edge, into the cold, waiting embrace of the frothing sea below.
How long had it been? How long had she been rocking with the waves, staring lifelessly into the starry sky above her? Was she breathing? Was she...how was she alive? As she pulled herself from the waters, drenched as if she had been entombed within the waves for years, she could feel something pulsing in her chest - a second heartbeat. Looking around the abandoned, graying beach, she could see no trace of Runa, or her body. No footsteps of people, not even the gulls were traipsing the shores.
Though not as she and Runa had intended, or even thought possible, the ritual had worked. Their sacrifice mothered the rebirth of magic into human hearts, and the birth of the Majin into the human world. For years, Miusa waited on those shores. She waited to die, but death never came. The years ticked by, little by little, then decade by decade, century upon century, and time would not touch her, and death would not reach her, and Runa never came back.
Present –
To this day, Miusa is one of the most wise sages of all, though none who know her realize this. Regardless of her wisdom, intelligence and talent, she never knew why she lived, and why Runa had to die. At times, she felt it was punishment for not being able to save her most precious treasure, at other times, she felt she had more of a purpose in which she must guide the young and inexperienced. For a long time, she struggled severely with the second heart pulsing in her chest....a Majin Seed. When her emotions were at their peak, it would try to grip hold of her, but she would not lose all she had left after losing Runa, and after much struggle, she was able to conquer it's influence, and control it instead. Possessing it has lead her to have more understanding of the Majin who now exist amongst humans, able to empathize and understand their intentions for the most part. She works towards a balance between Majin and Human, though she is not confident this could ever be attained.
Miusa is often prone to disappearing, returning every year to the same shores where Runa had forever vanished. Though centuries had passed since that fateful day, Miusa could never come to terms with what had happened, and had never been able to move on. Those few males who she did allow close to her could only get so close before she turned away away from them. She would never allow herself to feel the warm embrace of another living person, nor let them comfort away her tears as Runa once had. It was even too difficult for her to let them even a little close, because she knew eventually, she could feel the pain of loss again as they grew old and died, and she continued her ageless existence. At times, she felt quite badly for this, but she couldn't bear to explain to them what she was, and why she was, and that....they could never be Runa.
