Miora (Rella) - Finished
Dec 30, 2013 22:22:13 GMT -5
Post by Harbor on Dec 30, 2013 22:22:13 GMT -5
Full Name: Miora – she never knew a last name if she ever had one
Other name: Rella, Teela, Vera – she’s gone by a number of names
Playby: Jodelle Ferland
Race: human
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Carvala
Age: twenty-one
Gender: female
Birthday: sometime in the winter
Eyes: brown
Hair: a midshade brown, hanging loosely to her mid-back if she hasn’t put it up
Weight: 112 pounds
Height: five feet, three inches
Magic User: no
Preferred Weapon(s): her wit, her speed, and if those fail her, two small daggers she keeps hidden in various places about her person
Appearance: Miora—who is going by the name Rella at the moment—wears her hair down when she’s ‘off duty’ and up in some bland, useful fashion when she’s working. Since she daylights as a maid, a shop worker, a goat herder, or any other number of things, she wears only plain clothes made of durable cloth that will hold up under weather, with skirts just a little shorter than fashion wants them to be, and a little fuller as well, so she can run relatively unimpeded. She wears trousers when she’s pretending to be a man, but is glad that she is rarely called to do so because she finds them vastly uncomfortable. The job most people don’t know about is the one that calls her to assist all those whom the empire—or the empire’s minions—have oppressed or abused.
Personality: Rella’s nature is predominantly self-reliant, as she knows by now that others are absolutely not to be trusted. In some occasions she'll trust others only so far as what she can fix herself, but if she must, she will put her trust in another if only because she's in a situation where she knows she cannot help herself, and therefore it's take the chance of trusting another person or staying stuck. She's always preferred being active to being sedentary, and as a Varden sympathizer, slow feet will cost her fingers and toes. She's marked by her impatience, impertinence, and her absolute refusal to sugarcoat anything she observes, and she sees a lot while people are ignoring her. She speaks bluntly, unrepentant, stating exactly what she thinks. She's courageous because she knows most people won't waste their time arguing with a purposefully bland-looking young woman like her, and clever because with so little resources and so much ambition she's had to find unique ways to achieve her own ends. She learns quickly and efficiently, and rarely forgets a fact. She likes drawing but rarely has the tools for it, so she draws in the dirt. Loves insects, sees them as complex and beautiful tiny creatures that are mostly stepped on, misunderstood or ignored, and she loves music, even the awful kind.
Rella does have a quick temper, though, and while she's trained in a few forms of defense, most people are quick to let her alone when she gladly resorts to bites and scratches. What irritates her most is being ignored or overlooked or spoken over when she feels she has the right to be heard. She's rarely embarrassed, but when she is it's often because someone's caught her doing something feminine. She deemed early on that being 'girly' wasn't going to get her anywhere, so she does her best to prove she's just as good as any boy her age or better.
--->Likes: Music, insects, hiding, learning secrets, learning anything, making people jump, surprising people, doing her part to help
--->Dislikes: Politics, being ‘educated’ on the lesser of two evils, helplessness, vulnerability, any sort of imprisonment
--->Strengths: Quick learning, thinking on her feet, agility, resourcefulness, resilience, absolute stubbornness
--->Weakness: Others threatening the people she’s supposed to be helping, people who are genuinely kind to her, not knowing when to trust the kind people, and fearing that they are only pretending.
Family: Her only family was her mother, and her mother has been dead for years.
History: Rella was born in a poorhouse to a mother who knew neither her own last name or the name of Rella’s father. She grew up hiding between the mattress and the wall while her mother worked and did the best she could to raise her on a night-lady’s paltry earnings. When Rella was five her mother died of a long illness she’d had nearly all of her daughter’s life and the brothel owner threw her out because she was too young to work there herself. After falling in with a ragged troupe of children she learned how to use distractions and provide them so others could nip their skinny hands in and out of pockets before anyone ever noticed the difference. Being small and female meant she was almost always the distraction, but she was also useful as the thief because most people wouldn’t too much abuse a little girl who looked like she’d never had a proper meal in her life. Even if she was caught, which became a rarer and rarer phenomenon through the years, most of the time they let her go.
When she was eight a merchant Rella liked to visit grabbed her when he saw her running past one morning, pressed a copper piece into her hand along with a scrap of paper and told her to run the note over to the twine-maker’s stall two streets down, and be quick about it. She ran messages for the two brothers the rest of the day and she was so quick that soon all of the merchants liked to have her running their messages, even the more secretive kind because they knew she’d never been caught properly when she was running the streets, and she always got away. And their written secrets were safe, because Rella had not learned to read.
Rella made her way up into the world slowly, getting her first ‘real’ job sweeping out a blacksmith’s shop and keeping his tools maintained, doing all of the small tasks that he didn’t care to do himself. He allowed her to sleep behind the larger forge downstairs while he lived upstairs, and over the course of several years the two became close friends. He was the closest thing to a father that she’d ever had, and she quietly loved him for it while simultaneously stating with all the baldness that a child could muster that she could never love such an oaf of a man.
In time however she outgrew her space behind the forge and he prompted her to find her fortunes elsewhere. Having been recently approached by a man who was quick to recognize the fast talent of ex-ragamuffins, soon she was employed to learn things, to take jobs in noble or merchant houses and to make friends with the people inside it, whether or not they were friends to her. Rella learned how to fight properly, with her own fists and with weapons, how to spread rumors as if they were true, and most importantly, the people she now worked for taught her how to read. For the last four years she’s been gathering secrets and setting loose the people who were always meant to be free. She loves her work, but now she feels nearly as homeless as she did as a child. How can she call a sleeping space a home when she knows she will betray the majority of the people sleeping around her and then move on to another place?
Anything extra: Rella has been rather small for her age since she was a child, and when she was young the blacksmith she lived with told her it looked as if she’d never learned to thrive. As she got older and spent more time with people her age, she began to notice that she tended to bleed longer than others when she wasn't quick enough to block a cut, and her bruises always lasted longer than others'. She spent some of her small, hoarded coins to visit a healer six months ago who told her she’d probably gotten some lasting sickness from her mother, possibly from she’d made her living, but Rella didn’t have the money to pay for the herbs to keep her blood together, and the healer told her there wasn’t a cure.
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