City ElfAppearance:Character Type:
Bard, Assassin & DuelistTalents/Spells:
~ Dirty Fighting
~ Below the Belt
~ Deft Hands
~ Dueling (stance)
~ Dual Weapon Training
~ Dual Striking
~ Dual Weapon Sweep
~ Twin Strikes > Find Vitals
~ Song of Valor > Song of DistractionSkills:
~ Coercion > Improved Coercion
~ Stealing > Improved Stealing
~ Poison Making
~ Trap Making
~ Combat TrainingEquipment:
Tier 4 max, one piece of tier 5 + 2 journeyman runes placed where you want.Main Weapon
: Red Steel Longsword (tier 5)
+ Journeyman Slow RuneOff hand
: Veridium Crow Dagger (tier 4)Armour
:: Complete Leather Armour Set (tier 3 light armour; dyed dark red)
+ Journeyman Barrier RuneAccessories
~ 'Oathkeeper' Ring
~ Sailor's Charm NecklacePersonality: Professional. Cunning. Observant. Patient. Quick-Witted.
As a trained Antivan Crow, Mireia hides behind a façade of many faces. Those who witness her true, far more serious visage, are often unfortunate enough to in fact be visited by their Angel of Death. Chosen for her Elvish Beauty and gift of alluring voice, she has no qualms with using her female attributes to seduce her mark. While her silver tongue can be persuasive and incite the confidence that her daggers will soon strip away.
As just another pawn for the crows though, Mireia has indeed suffered an identity crisis. After all, she has over the years, lived many lies. Sometimes it is far more entertaining to be Esmerelda the Buccaneer, than it is to be Mireia the Orphaned Crow. Her skewed perspectives on life and death have at least confirmed one aspect of her true personality; her obsession with fate and fortune. At times, she is both dare devil and pleasure seeker, in whichever means necessary. Sometimes, life is a great joke, other times, it is death who has the final, far more serious laugh. In fact, one might wonder if her laughter is ever genuine, or if she is merely reciting another song. Is she ever truly pleasured, or does she feel nothing?Backstory:
One only needs to hear the accent upon Mireia's tongue, to instantly know that she hails from Antiva: The north eastern trade nation of merchant Princes and a broken line of Kings. But far more importantly, it is the home of the most deadly assassins in Thedras. So deadly and famous are the Antivan Crows, that not even the Qunari dare to tread on their soil.
Born an unwanted love-child in the Antivan City Alienage under a much different, forgotten name, 'Mireia' experienced a City Elf upbringing that lasted only six years under her parent's roof. The father, who frequented the tavern far too often, one day fell to the desperation of selling his children to 'slavers', all three of them. Times were hard, especially in the Alienage. Money was scarce, especially in the hands of an alcoholic. The slavers just so happened to be agents of the crows, who specialised in recruiting orphaned children to train as elite assassins. The orphaned siblings were of course separated, and to this day, Mireia has not encountered either of them. Or perhaps she has, but neither no longer recognise each other?
Forced into the Crow training, both the beauty and downfall of being a female assassin in Antiva, was that Antivan women had strictly defined roles. They were considered pure and delicate, and certainly not allowed to participate in combat, among other things. Who would expect the pretty elf bard to wield such a deadly dagger? Yes, Mireia was not only training to deliver a killing backstab, but to also more generally entertain. In a way, fate and fortune had smiled on her. She received an education beyond her Alienage roots, while the Antivan whores tutored her in the Arts of pleasing others to please one's self.
At 13, she was finally ready to work. Simple tests really; thieving jobs and small tasks. By 15, she was an accomplished pickpocket and good with the gambling games. Sometimes she would even dress as a boy. When she came of age though, her exploits advanced, and the jobs she received begun to take more advantage of her Elvish assets. Aged 20, the crows sent her overseas. At first, to study on board a ship to adopt the identity of a pirate merchant. Then, to complete her mission in Ferelden under a disguise she would use again and again.
Over the past five years, she has waited to be called back home, and longed for Antiva again. But the crows keep sending their scrolls, and she has found herself lingering far too long in muddy Ferelden. First, in Amaranthine City, then, in Denerim. She flies like a true Crow, and disappears without a feather to trace. By her fifth year however, she wonders if the Crows will ever ask her to return. Especially with the news of the Blight on the horizon, she longs evermore for the smell of warm leather and the sound of rattling merchant pouches. One mark in particular leads her to Lothering, of all the rotten places. A hideaway who owes the Crows; a fitting place to hide as not even Mireia wants to set foot there. But she does, and entirely at the wrong point in time. A whirlwind of events leads to her being set-up, and confused, for just another elf slave. So she's swept up in the Battle for Ostagar, serving the human soldiers. At the brink of battle, fortune smiles on her again. She slips away, and a good thing that she does! Else she would not be alive to engage in the next chapter of her life...