♔ Name: Mihr
♕ Age: Unknown, appears about 23, sometimes younger. (No younger than 18 ).
♖ Height/Weight: 5' 10", 120 lbs.
♗ Race: Angel, from Heaven. (No Clan) Lucian's Watchdog.
♘ Personality: She's straight forward, and considered blunt. It is almost impossible for her to lie, as she sees no use for it. She is intelligent, and graceful, and ever an optimist despite the circumstances she find herself in. She can be rather vacant, as she is not always present with her thoughts. She tends to cave around her charge, leaving her vulnerable, but she is driven and determined to do the duty tasked to her. She is a fiery spirit and can be considered brave. She fights against those who try to oppress her, and seeks peace and remembrance. She also tends to be intuitive although she doesn't always understand the things she senses.
♙ Likes: Light, Warmth, Peace, Music, Warm Rains, Summer, Lilacs, Peonies, Flora and Fauna, Memories, Histories
♔ Dislikes: Unnecessary Bloodshed, Torture, Being Derailed form her tasks, Excessive Darkness, Confinement, Bitter things, Cold Weather, Winter, Witnessing Mortal Deaths
♕ Biography: Created in heaven, when all the other angels were breathed into life, Mihr was born into the lush meadows of the kingdom above the earth. Her time there is not something that she can remember, but it is not a terrible thing to have forgotten. The centuries of existence in heaven serving her Creator as was her purpose were long and repetitive. Though she completed the tasks with vigor and happiness, it was all she ever did. Her mind was free and she sensed many ore things than a human, or even most immortal minds can comprehend. her soul was clean, happy, and pure as she worked at her tasks and served her creator. however, all things are not happy endings and rainbows, even in heaven. There was a rift drawn in the Heavenly Kingdom by those angels who began to view differently then the Creator. one angel in particular sought to break the "chins of servitude" as he had called it then. He called upon all the angels to deliver his case, and offer them a choice as well. It was not a pleasant sight. Many angels were caught in between with their loyalties. Some, like Mihr, did not get to choose at all.
When the Creator took it's wrath upon his opposition, and the undecided, the Creator started the fall. Banishing those angels who hand't chosen to remain in heaven, and those who were undecided, or simply hadn't had the opportunity to choose, all the condemned angels fell. It was a lengthy process, spanning over several days in which the angels that fell lost their minds and memories. While the fall was ancient, and most fell at the same pace, others fell slower, and were separated form the bunch. Mihr was one of these cases. Instead of merely falling for days, Mihr fell for centuries. Her mind, holding more secrets of the universe than many others took much more time to deplete. As she fell, sorrow coursed through her, and only when she arrived onto the Kingdom of Earth did she awaken with no sorrow, and only bitter confusion.
Stumbling around aimlessly for a time, Mihr had no purpose. She barley had a name. A woman gave her the name "Mihr" when she landed, claiming that the angel looked much like the depiction of the angel Mihr. of course, this was her true name, and upon hearing it, it shattered some of the confusion, allowing her to remember what she was, and where she had come from. When she asked the woman how she could repay such a great debt, the woman spoke of monstrous creatures that prowled in the darkness of night. That these creatures came in and stole away children and women and left their blood drained corpses upon the grounds of the village, or in their meadows. Mihr had not heard of this ever. She wracked her confused mind, hopign that it would jolt some memory, but it did not. Instead, she assured the woman that in payment she would stop these creatures form continuing to steal mortal lives.
her hunt began for these scary creatures, but when she found her prey, she didn't know what to do. There was already a rift in this separate select society. In the race called "vampires", two clans were at war, and one clan was putting away their children for safe keeping. Everything seemed to be chaos, but Mihr kept to her plan, seeking out those who appeared to be most violent. One man stood out to her. His violence was intolerable, and the worst she had ever remembered experiencing. Surely, Lucian Matkovic was a devil. He was no peaceable, and from what she could see, he would not be stopped form his habits in the matter of a few words. though she did try to reconcile with him simply, it would not be had, and instead, Mihr found herself acting as a shield between this violent vampire and his human prey. She does her best to remain as the wall, but her charge occasionally alludes her, though she will not give up until she has forced a change within his behavior. He too, acts as a force, trying to place a change in her, but proud as she is, she will not break. Many pieces of her have slipped occasionally to his allure and his force, but she stands proud, unwilling to back down, and so will go the constant battle between the two until a clear victor is crowned.
♖ Weapon: She knows how to use bow and arrows, as well as a double handed sword, but she is mostly only able to use her hands and her inner glow to blind those while she escapes with those who she is protecting, given that she does not recall the location of her own weapons.
♗ Special Abilities: Advanced Healing; as long as the blow is not mortally crippling in a permanent manner, she can heal given time. Small cuts heal almost instantly, deeper gashes can heal quickly as long as arteries aren't hit. She doesn't scar, as only an angelic weapon can do such. Inner Glow; she can produce her own light if she is at great health, so that she can preserve herself in the darkness. Age manipulation; especially when healing or when her body is under stress from sickness or wounds, her features may age or reverse giving her the ability to shift in age appearances.
♕ Age: Unknown, appears about 23, sometimes younger. (No younger than 18 ).
♖ Height/Weight: 5' 10", 120 lbs.
♗ Race: Angel, from Heaven. (No Clan) Lucian's Watchdog.
♘ Personality: She's straight forward, and considered blunt. It is almost impossible for her to lie, as she sees no use for it. She is intelligent, and graceful, and ever an optimist despite the circumstances she find herself in. She can be rather vacant, as she is not always present with her thoughts. She tends to cave around her charge, leaving her vulnerable, but she is driven and determined to do the duty tasked to her. She is a fiery spirit and can be considered brave. She fights against those who try to oppress her, and seeks peace and remembrance. She also tends to be intuitive although she doesn't always understand the things she senses.
♙ Likes: Light, Warmth, Peace, Music, Warm Rains, Summer, Lilacs, Peonies, Flora and Fauna, Memories, Histories
♔ Dislikes: Unnecessary Bloodshed, Torture, Being Derailed form her tasks, Excessive Darkness, Confinement, Bitter things, Cold Weather, Winter, Witnessing Mortal Deaths
♕ Biography: Created in heaven, when all the other angels were breathed into life, Mihr was born into the lush meadows of the kingdom above the earth. Her time there is not something that she can remember, but it is not a terrible thing to have forgotten. The centuries of existence in heaven serving her Creator as was her purpose were long and repetitive. Though she completed the tasks with vigor and happiness, it was all she ever did. Her mind was free and she sensed many ore things than a human, or even most immortal minds can comprehend. her soul was clean, happy, and pure as she worked at her tasks and served her creator. however, all things are not happy endings and rainbows, even in heaven. There was a rift drawn in the Heavenly Kingdom by those angels who began to view differently then the Creator. one angel in particular sought to break the "chins of servitude" as he had called it then. He called upon all the angels to deliver his case, and offer them a choice as well. It was not a pleasant sight. Many angels were caught in between with their loyalties. Some, like Mihr, did not get to choose at all.
When the Creator took it's wrath upon his opposition, and the undecided, the Creator started the fall. Banishing those angels who hand't chosen to remain in heaven, and those who were undecided, or simply hadn't had the opportunity to choose, all the condemned angels fell. It was a lengthy process, spanning over several days in which the angels that fell lost their minds and memories. While the fall was ancient, and most fell at the same pace, others fell slower, and were separated form the bunch. Mihr was one of these cases. Instead of merely falling for days, Mihr fell for centuries. Her mind, holding more secrets of the universe than many others took much more time to deplete. As she fell, sorrow coursed through her, and only when she arrived onto the Kingdom of Earth did she awaken with no sorrow, and only bitter confusion.
Stumbling around aimlessly for a time, Mihr had no purpose. She barley had a name. A woman gave her the name "Mihr" when she landed, claiming that the angel looked much like the depiction of the angel Mihr. of course, this was her true name, and upon hearing it, it shattered some of the confusion, allowing her to remember what she was, and where she had come from. When she asked the woman how she could repay such a great debt, the woman spoke of monstrous creatures that prowled in the darkness of night. That these creatures came in and stole away children and women and left their blood drained corpses upon the grounds of the village, or in their meadows. Mihr had not heard of this ever. She wracked her confused mind, hopign that it would jolt some memory, but it did not. Instead, she assured the woman that in payment she would stop these creatures form continuing to steal mortal lives.
her hunt began for these scary creatures, but when she found her prey, she didn't know what to do. There was already a rift in this separate select society. In the race called "vampires", two clans were at war, and one clan was putting away their children for safe keeping. Everything seemed to be chaos, but Mihr kept to her plan, seeking out those who appeared to be most violent. One man stood out to her. His violence was intolerable, and the worst she had ever remembered experiencing. Surely, Lucian Matkovic was a devil. He was no peaceable, and from what she could see, he would not be stopped form his habits in the matter of a few words. though she did try to reconcile with him simply, it would not be had, and instead, Mihr found herself acting as a shield between this violent vampire and his human prey. She does her best to remain as the wall, but her charge occasionally alludes her, though she will not give up until she has forced a change within his behavior. He too, acts as a force, trying to place a change in her, but proud as she is, she will not break. Many pieces of her have slipped occasionally to his allure and his force, but she stands proud, unwilling to back down, and so will go the constant battle between the two until a clear victor is crowned.
♖ Weapon: She knows how to use bow and arrows, as well as a double handed sword, but she is mostly only able to use her hands and her inner glow to blind those while she escapes with those who she is protecting, given that she does not recall the location of her own weapons.
♗ Special Abilities: Advanced Healing; as long as the blow is not mortally crippling in a permanent manner, she can heal given time. Small cuts heal almost instantly, deeper gashes can heal quickly as long as arteries aren't hit. She doesn't scar, as only an angelic weapon can do such. Inner Glow; she can produce her own light if she is at great health, so that she can preserve herself in the darkness. Age manipulation; especially when healing or when her body is under stress from sickness or wounds, her features may age or reverse giving her the ability to shift in age appearances.
