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Elmyra "Alluring Melancholy"
Password 1 - Kitai's Debt
Password 2 - Sanctus Teamwork
Type ☆ TECHNIQUE MASTER
Affiliation ☆ Mercenary
Living Instability 'Mellow' Vampiric
100 Light Aura
Password 1 - Kitai's Debt
Password 2 - Sanctus Teamwork
Type ☆ TECHNIQUE MASTER
Affiliation ☆ Mercenary
Biological Record
Blood Type ★ She doesn't know, and you don't want to know either.
Physical Age ★ Twenty-four years of age.
Presumed Spiritual Age ★ Approximately one-hundred and sixty years old.
Height ★ Five foot and eight inches.
Weight ★ One-hundred and thirty-four pounds.
Historical Record
"Words are my guns; deeds are my blades." - It is true that some people were simply destined to never exist. That is how it should have been. When two souls become intimate, together do they birth into this world a fresh - new soul; one with an entirely clean slate, innocent beyond reproach. Therefore, if such a soul became an abomination, a mockery of flesh and the soul, would it be without sin to decide its fate. This was the dilemma presented to those two who brought forth this soul into the world.
Born from a lineage of Bounts, corrupted from the blood of an Akki. This poor, unfortunate soul, from birth was determined to be cursed. Her lips and skin were pale; she was a sickly, weak infant. But most of all, she was a Failure. Akki blood apparent to her mother immediately, by the instability that governed her presence, as well as the luminescent eyes that shined so bright. Indeed, as a baby, she was the very picture of innocence. In spite of her unstable blood, that it had been twisted, she was the image of an angel.
Motherly instincts are perhaps one of the most powerful - primal feeling that there is. Gazing down upon her new baby, even though malformed; a living instability, destined for a sheltered life, perhaps one of suffering. Her mother could not help but weep for her, a mix of joy and happiness, as well as lament. This mother cradled her child gently within her arms, and in that moment - despite reason, decided that she would raise this child, the one that she had birthed, innocent, as her own; she would not discard her, she'd be loved.
Despite her nature, the girl was always - unquestionably, reckless during her upbringing. Even from as early on as she could crawl, this infant would manifest several situations that put her life - as well as everyone elses - in danger. It was no fault of her own, as at this point she did not understand what she was; neither could she pronounce a word of English. It was unnerving for her mother, and placed an enormous amount of stress upon her.
It is common for those of nobility or born into wealthy families to live incredibly sheltered lives, this would be taken to quite the extreme for this child. To an outsider it might seem abusive, but the measures taken were all for the childs own safety. It was perhaps for this reason that the girl seemed to take to these activities as though they were normal. In doing so, it could have even been considered correct parenting by her mother. As later on in the life of this living instability, would she develop the habits of being cautious early on.
Even though she was always pushing her limits, attempting to climb objects she shouldn't, approaching perhaps one too many baby-crawl breadths away from the base of their mansion stairs - that made her mother almost always shriek internally; she was a well-behaved infant, within the parameters that her mother had set for her. Likewise, the servants were always in attendance for this infant girl, and knew full-well what she was. Nothing but the utmost care was given to her, all in order to ensure she'd live past infancy.
As soon as she was capable of understanding words, was the heavy responsibility of knowing just what she was - how she was different - placed upon her child shoulders. Ordinarily, this may have upset a regular child, it may perhaps make them reflect upon why they had to be different than the others; it might have made them lament being effectively always on the edge of death. Knowing that even so much as a slight scrape or bruise might end your life, was not anything to be taken lightly - and yet.
This girl, who had essentially been denied a childhood, gazed upon her mother with listless - melancholic eyes, and said; "I've always known it- so?". It was unnatural, and perhaps a little bit fearful to her mother, who was unsure if her little girl truly grasped the gravity of what she was. To her, who had the self-appointed task of raising the girl, therefore, she divised a method in order to get her to truly grasp how dangerous she was.
It was incredibly simple, all she did was take to her finger an apple knife; she drew blood. With an expression that garnered more wonder than shock, did the scarlet eyed girl gaze upon that crimson droplet falling from her mothers finger. In a delicate, soft tone did her mother convey to her child a message. "This would kill you." - she said. In nothing but a stern - straightforward manner, as the child, for the first time, felt a chill run down her spine; "Not just you, but everyone around you; the servants, and even myself."
Unfortunately for everyone, this did little to quell her behaviour; however, she did become much more self-aware of what she was, as well as the threat that she posed just by being around other people. It was the beginning of tension within the mansion, as at every day and most opportunities, the girl made a point to make jokes. Given her explosive disposition, these jabs were often at herself, in poor taste, and - much to the increased anxiety of each and every caretaker. "Oops, I almost slipped - hehe~".
Morbid by nature, her mother found these puns to be incredibly distasteful; however, most children had a rebellious phase, and this would have to be considered her own. At best, the only thing she could do was chastise her for putting everyone else within the mansion on edge, to which she would respond; "On edge? But I'm the detonator~." - to which her mother would sigh, without fail, each and every time. Deep down, her mother knew that this behaviour would not garner her child any friends; but that was okay.
It was better that she knew what she was, and was comfortable with such, than to have her always on edge because of it; or even frightened. In a way, it was a secret relief to her parent that she was like this. Even though her mother herself would never admit to it. However, most children are far more perceptive than their parents often give them credit for. Therefore, and to some degree, the girl knew it put her mother at ease. On the other hand, the servants certainly did not appreciate it; but she took joy from teasing them.
It was not without incident, such halcyon days were never destined to last forever. Resentment began to build up in the minds of her attendants, everyone she interacted with - frightened of her, apart from her mother, who was aware of the escalating dissatisfaction they had with her child. As a result of this, many of the servants ended up quitting their jobs, simply believing it was no longer worth the risk.
Owing without a doubt in due part to the girls' lackadaisical attitude to her volatile nature. Even though habits had been ingrained within her to avoid anything that might result in such a catastrophe, the manner that she conducted herself was often ill-fit for a child of status; much less the fact that, in their eyes, she was and always had been a monster. Much to the puzzlement of the girl, who could not understand in adolescence why that was.
Many of these people, she had grown up with. As being sheltered to a degree of not being able to leave the estate - even her own room for most of the time, they were as close to what she had as friends; the girl might even argue that, to herself, they were extended family. It was a one-sided naivety, and those people were simply kind to her for two reasons. Foremost, she was a liability, one that could end their own lives if not taken proper care of. Then second, simply because it was their work. It upset her greatly.
As children often do when they are upset, they require a means to vent their frustrations. This was especially difficult for the girl, who was of such a volatile nature already. It might only take so much as a rough bruise to have her explode, there was no outlet for her to vent her frustrations. Therefore, perhaps in a level maturity uncharacteristic of a young girl, she decided such energy might be better put to use elsewhere, in a more productive manner.
This stage of her life, in young adolescence, was when she decided to attempt something new. Instead of cursing her existence, beating out her frustrations on others, the girl took to her lonesome - and instead decided to play an instrument; particularly, this instrument was the piano. In the exquisite estate of their family, the girl of course had access to a piano of great size and quality. It became her foremost way of venting her discouragement.
Indeed, it was a means for her to place her fingers upon an object without worry; each and all the keys producing a unique sound of their own. It was a joy for her to be able to do something, anything, aside from study in her homeschool - or have books read to her. For this reason, she naturally became quite adept at being able to play it over a longer period of time. Each of the remaining servants saw the effort she put into it, as did her mother; and each and every one of them agreed. Despite her devilish nature, when her hands were at the piano, did her fingers produce the quaint chords of an angel.
In the relentless wake of time, all will fade eventually. This is true of everything; bonds, people, objects, and even emotion. As a living instability, nonetheless one who originated with the cursed blood of an Akki, she was prone to live far longer than any of them - including her Bount mother. Despite the fact that she was a spiritually aware human herself, she was neither a powerful one - blessed with longevity, or individually had a means to prolong her lifespan; a half-blood. As were many the estate servants, who had dedicated their lives to this child.
At a certain point of age, this child had noticeably ceased to age. It was apparent to her mother at first, then to everyone upon the estate. In her most pristine, youthful form; did she remain for at least ten to twenty years longer until they had confirmed as such. It was in this time that another aspect of her child had changed. Whilst tentative at first, where the girl - now a woman, had once grasped everything in her hand with a meek disposition. Now, did the world around herself seem to bend to her will.
To say her spiritual might had begun to foster was an understatement, her might was unmeasurable even by the standards of most spiritual entities. To her, it was freakish and unusual; to everyone else, it was a worry. Whereas until now, despite living as an instability up until this point had granted a measure of predictability, the servants had been conceded a degree of assurance that such would continue remain the case. This change sparked fear in most; even if it would then later on lead to said essence of the woman finding stability in adult age.
Over a longer span of time did seasons change, days went by without reason. The very people who saw this girl grow up, watched as she had matured into a beautiful woman. No longer was she so fragile, as her surroundings were often more brittle than she was. It was a beautiful sight for her mother, as well as those who had chosen to stay. However, as they grew old within this house, they wished nothing more than to set her free.
It had been at least eighty years since then, many of the estate servants had already retired, leaving a decrepit old house; poorly maintained by her daughter, who still remained. Time was cruel, and both the mother and daughter knew this; they spent days together, the daughter would reminisce with her mother about her upbringing, whilst that self-same beautiful woman stood before her. Entirely grown up, she had become self-reliant to a much greater degree than her mother ever could have hoped.
Upon her deathbed, did the daughter loom over her aged mother. In those faint, glowing eyes did she see the angel that she had raised - and smiled. Holding an apple knife in her hand, the daughter was softly cutting the skin from apples; one's intended to be fed to her mother, when a hazy, muddled utterance escaped her tired lips. Unable to quite hear, the daughter leaned in closer, to hear the mellow voice of her mother. "I am so proud of you." - breathed into her ear like a gentle breeze of the wind. Likewise, the daughter smiled.
Placing the knife aside on a bedside table, she reached her hand down, and cusped her fingers within the grasp of her mothers; "I know", the strength in her grip absent, replaced with a tender caressing comfort. These are the only mellow words to escape the hushed lips of the daughter, to her mother not long for this world. In melancholic reminisce silence, those words linger heavy in the room; right up until the moment of her final breath. Tears shed only after the moment of her passing, they would flow like a cold stream down her porcelain face.
Personality Diagnostic
True to her convictions; Mira is known as a gentlewoman throughout her social circles. Without violence or aggression, effortless and ladylike in her demeanour. Subconsciously, this woman is a raised aristocratic noble at her core. There is no doubt to anyone who might catch a glimpse of her in passing; she carries the aura of supremacy, coupled with the weight of responsibility bearing down upon her shoulders. Elegant, but never forgetting what is the power that had birthed this stance - a price given of her immense responsibility.
That is in respect to hegemony over her own spiritual strength, a burden that weighs onto her actions; each and every pace she walks, item she holds, paid in thoughtfulness to her surroundings. 'Veneration', is how this lady might describe her view on the creations of others, and she takes a great courtesy to ensure that no such harm might befall them at her own hand. Thus, is she eternally bound to this creed, walking upon a tightrope at all times. Her aristocratic aura only a subsidiary of this essential truth; each creation of another, is as precious to her as though it were her own asset - under her guardianship.
Not enough people respect this in her own mind. Destruction is an easy accomplishment, it is a spectacle - all with its own charms. However, much more difficult is it to design and fabricate; to properly appreciate the intricacies gone into the creation of an item, structure, even the clothes upon the backs of others. Wasteful might it be to destroy that which has not yet served its purpose or lifespan. In time, all objects will eventually crumble to dust, and it is a tragic thing in her reflective gaze, to see this happen at a premature time.
Many unique vistas and destinations are available for her to travel, it is her hope to someday witness them all; freedom was the epiphany Mira gained, long after her mother had departed, aspiration to appreciate each form of culture and individual. Truthfully, the lady is of an unnaturally calm disposition to all within her purview. It does not affect her whether it poses a threat to her or not, however, preservation of that she does deem curious enough to gaze upon is always at the forefront of her mind, and goes for people too.
As a matter of fact, this pertains to a certain kind of disassociation from herself. Insults that might be seen as personal to another, are only met with empathy when thrown callously onto her ears. How she might respond may vary to an enormous degree in circumstance, but whatever her objective, it is scarcely ever one brought about by personal anger or resentment. Having lived the length of a couple lifespans in human years, nonetheless within the world of the living, she has very much grown numb to petty squabbles.
Time and time again, humans might repeat themselves. Unto the perspective of Mira, there are equal parts in this. Beauty and disgust, love and hate, happiness onto lament. One cannot exist without the other, therefore she deems both as necessary; and will not begrudge a single soul for it. Behind almost each motivation is there a reason, and as creatures of equality, we are all free to choose. There is no true arbiter in any of the three worlds, or seven layers of hell; only individuals, doing what they think is right.
In that self-same regard, Mira has also made her own choice. Her own set of principles are her rules, ones that she decided upon herself. Nobody has the inherent right to tell her they are incorrect, neither does she herself retain such authority in return. Absolutely, she will fight when the integrity of her ethics are put under threat - but it is done in moderation; proportionate and proper to the circumstances, always. Rarely will Mira strike a blow in retaliation that is greater to one that she has been dealt, habitually at all times striving for an equilibrium.
Beneath such complex and philosophical thoughts, there is simply a carefree woman; one that unambiguously enjoys her days as they go by. Not often with a specific plan or goal in mind, only partaking in what she wishes to do in the moment. Seldom does she have a long-term plan, because Mira takes delight from the revelation of what might happen in any given scenario. Often without thought, she is listless - melancholic; furthermore, kind and gentle to those around her. Indeed, her charm is only surpassed by her gentle bearing.
★ Likes
Relaxing Music - Amongst the most joyous of her pastimes, it is only natural being that she herself is a fairly accomplished pianist. It is soft and harmonious tones that she partakes in listening to the most; however, she does enjoy most kinds of music.
Spectacle Explosions - Including lightshows, fireworks, and the like. It might seem contradictory to her preservationist disposition, however, there is undeniable beauty in that which is finite. Only lasting a moment, but leaving in its wake a lasting impression.
Roaming Travel - It goes without saying that the lady enjoys her journeys; often taking as much time as she might like in one place before wandering away to the next. There's an unquantifiable number of sights to see for one with her lifespan.
Aquatic Life - Most unusual at first impression, it is the unique aptitude that underwater life has for being almost alien - unique, that fascinates her. It is not uncommon to see her visiting aquariums and other such human-world facilities, and underwater habitats.
Culinary Appreciation - Not at all picky when it comes to her food eaten, most unusual for someone with roots in aristocracy, she enjoys many types of foods. Specifically, it is the effort and care that goes into the food which she appreciates most of all.
Architectural Marvels - In addition to the massive collaboration and work that goes into their creation, these works of art are enormous in size - define a landscape; they are often inspiring only to gaze upon. In this regard she wholeheartedly admires them.
Blatant Altruism - Above all else that is worthy of her admiration, is the selfless act of one soul helping another. It does not matter of which race or origin, it is a noble deed when committed out of the respect of one another. If only more were capable of such.
★ Dislikes
Vulgar Individuals - In particular, those who lack a certain kind of tact. It is less a matter of the words they speak, than the actions they might take, or the effect those might have upon others. It is because they are volatile, and often times difficult.
Destruction of Property - Any wanton demolition or dismantling of an item, building or possession that does not belong to a person. If it is a positive thing, or an awe-like wonder to gaze upon, then it deserves protection and preservation.
Asinine Discrimination - Some prejudice bears its root from fear or extensive history; she can sympathize with this. However, the vast majority of it is senseless or used as an excuse for violence, which she does not tolerate.
Loud Places - It is difficult for her to concentrate, but this more ties in to her usual mellow attitude. Without quiet of the mind, the body and soul will likewise be disturbed. So by extension she does not like when peace and quiet is interrupted by a racket.
Humorless Character - Quite often prone to making jokes, as well as enjoying others who do the same, it is only natural that those who have no humor are not very high up on her list of individuals; although sometimes, depending, they can be fun to tease.
Materialistic Aspirations - It is quite okay in her mind to aspire to obtain a sought after item; in particular if such an item holds meaning. However, those who are too materialistic often fail to appreciate sentimental value of what they own, becoming insatiable.
Habits, Flaws and Fears
Tranquil Disposition - It is her habit, or more or less an indirect result of her mental acuity, to remain calm at all times. To those who are unfamiliar with her, it might perhaps seem as though she were mocking; it is chilling, to always be confronted with nothing more or less than a wry smile after insulting a person - much less assaulting one. Within even such circumstances Mira would remain flawlessly calm, both internally and externally.
Cautious - Owing in large part due to her upbringing, Mira has always been cautious; most particularly referring to being aware of dangers within her surroundings, as well as how to avoid them. It is uncanny, because even after becoming so undeniably imbued with physical might, the living instability will still treat that which could once threaten her with a degree of significance. Avoiding any physical hazards to her person, if at all possible.
Self Aware Jokes - When and onwards, from the moment that the young lady had been made aware of what she was, did Mira make light of her own precarious mortality. It has an effect on people, whether they like it or not, to ease some tension for those who are aware of what might happen being around her - this is what she believes. Furthermore, even when this is not the case, the truth of the matter is... she just enjoys messing with people.
Habit to be Punctual - Conceivably, this could be a result of her aristocratic roots. It is scarcely often that Mira makes plans for anything ahead of time - but when she does, always is the woman right on time when you might expect her to be. Never too late or early, her ability to arrive at a set place and time is almost more than just an agreement to her; it is a promise. So, by this same line of thought, one might find her to be unexpectedly reliable.
Facetious Attitude - Making light of otherwise serious matters is unfortunately something not only within her nature, but intrinsic to her personality. After having lived a long life of her own thus far, and having seen much in her time, coupled with how externally calm Mira is. One might believe that the woman is uncaring or haphazard. This is far from the truth - however, it is more that to her, downplaying of a situation makes it easier to keep an open mind. In either way or case, it is most often taken as an offense by many.
Excessively Laidback - Unusual, as Mira might perhaps be one of the most punctual person one could perhaps imagine. However, the fact of the matter is, that only applies to herself. When it comes to other people, she has little regard for what they think of her, neither if they properly fulfil on commitments that they might have made. Furthermore, whenever she has not agreed to be at a certain place or time, there is no place or time that Mira might do the things that she wants to do; beach at night to enjoy the stars, or forfeit sobriety in the middle of the day just to try out a new type of fine wine. Anything goes, really.
Doting Individual - After becoming particularly fond of an individual, Mira will go out of her way to dote on them. In a way similar to an affectionate older sister, sometimes maybe even an overbearing mother - depending on the individual. In this case, she can be quite the pest to be around, bearing gifts and compliments even when not asked for; at times of day or in the middle of situations that might not be so appropriate. It is natural for Mira to tease others quite often with her jokes and such, this goes doubly so for the people she likes.
Self-Appointed Responsibility - Taking on a responsibility that has been given to her by another person is isolated in occasion; almost never will Mira allow another person to push a responsibility unto her, no matter what the situation or status of that individual might be. That being said, she occasionally does appoint to herself her own responsibilities, regarding these as her most important commitments. In pursuit of these self-appointed commitments, she might exhaust herself - they are taken gravely to the extreme.
Pacifist Outlook - Whilst it is generally a positive notion to not crave violence, in the case of Mira; it is taken to a higher level of inhuman tolerance. Holding true to her philosophy of eye for an eye, retaliating always in equal measure is not so straightforward. To her, a punch does not equal a punch in return. It is difficult for her to measure exactly how warranted and measured such an action against her might be. Excepting a situation where a life other than her own is in danger, she is more than willing to overlook brutality against herself.
Blood Cravings - Why do people scream when they bleed? I can do it so much better for them, don't they know? To see another person wail in agony because of that pain is not something Mira enjoys. Thus, when satisfying her deep craving for the crimson liquid essence of mortality, her cascading breath rolling faint down the nape of said individual can be sure to lull them into a sweet sense of bliss. After all, for what reason if oneself enjoys of partaking in such pleasures should her subject not be allowed to delight in the fun too?
Passage of Time - Endless in the march of its measure, time is an irresistible force for many. It is a corrosive, invisible curtain draped upon each and every individual. In due moments that seem to pass by all too swiftly, one will find that eventually; everything crumbles away. Beauty is only temporary, and there is only a finite time to enjoy anything whilst it lasts. Even if you might be the singular person who manages to avoid it, the world still continues onward in its presence, watching as the seconds tick away - finite.
Travel the Three Worlds - Of all the great vistas, sights to behold and natural wonders of the world - manmade structures that reach into the sky; rainforests that teem with wildlife, coral reefs colourful and bright, snow-capped mountains that chill the bone, as well as their magma-spewing volcanic counterparts. This barely scratches the surface of what one might imagine is possible within the mortal realm, let alone the spiritual ones. Splendour both made by nature and man is immeasurable in its quantity - ever expanding, being replaced by yet another new thing to witness.
As a child that was once raised never to leave her house, now with the ability to go wherever she pleases, it is not something Mira will take for granted. Likewise, she wishes to ingrain as much as it as possible upon her memory; the sights, the feeling, the smell - cultures and their people.
Physical Summary
Much of Elmyra's wardrobe draws from the aristocratic roots of a bygone era, as such many assets of her clothing dates back to a time when frills, girdles and court dresses were a common practice amongst the general higher class population. If enquired about such dress choice, it is most endearing of her to claim these are the garbs she feels most suits her; a relic of a simpler time, and a far more extravagant one for herself.
Still, much of society has progressed forward in this regard, and so modern flairs to her attire are often made in adjustment to a modern era. Gothic garbs often produce the vast majority of items she wears. Every once in awhile opting for lavish dark eyeliner and deep coloured make-ups to compliment and contrast the pale white shade of her skin. At a glance, one might mistake this voluptuous individual for a doll; indeed, she has such a complexion.
Such panache in the modern world frequently is chalked up to the work of an savant cosplayer, and such it is not too infrequent for the woman to be approached by those wishing to take pictures. Unfortunately, this is a tad bit problematic for the woman; because, be it is a curse of her spiritual instability or otherwise, this individual woman does not appear to show up on regular human-world cameras, mirrors, or video footage.
Birthplace, Current Residence and Memorable Figures
Birthed into nobility within the British Isles, Elmyra is a far length from the place of her birth; and naturally, as a wanderer, this is to be expected. With the world as vast as it is, the woman does not see reason to remain in the place of her birth, neither does she have any sort of inclination towards residence in any particular country as a result. Speaking within a legal sense, she is, however, a citizen of Japan; if only for the time being. With such incredible variance to her residence, it is only expected that her memorable figures are vast, though scarce none have fostered any sort of attachment. This has remained the way since having left her home.
Fighting Style
Mastery over ones own spiritual potential is a natural necessity for those who are in tune with the other realms, and thus it comes as no surprise that Mira has made efforts to ensure that her own latent powers are kept in check and under control for when she must utilize them. If such an occasion were to ever arise, the single most fact that makes Mira a formidable opponent has to be the pure potency of her spiritual essence.
In that sense, not only has she been pampered in the early stages of her life, but her own approach to combat reflects this too. It is shown within a supreme confidence in her poise, the way that she has the utmost faith that the raw strength of her attacks will be able to pierce through any defence, and block any incoming attack. Such a thing might be viewed as overconfidence by many, if not for the fact that there is some truth to that unrivalled power.
On the flip side, it does not come without practice either; Mira was born without the natural abilities inherent of her lineage, and this is true for both sides of the coin. As a result, the woman has turned to versatility and erudite tactics used to protect herself and her own interests. In spite of her elegant nature, the lady will not hesitate to dispose of anything deemed a threat to herself or her principles. This much is assured.
Blood Type ★ She doesn't know, and you don't want to know either.
Physical Age ★ Twenty-four years of age.
Presumed Spiritual Age ★ Approximately one-hundred and sixty years old.
Height ★ Five foot and eight inches.
Weight ★ One-hundred and thirty-four pounds.
Historical Record
"Words are my guns; deeds are my blades." - It is true that some people were simply destined to never exist. That is how it should have been. When two souls become intimate, together do they birth into this world a fresh - new soul; one with an entirely clean slate, innocent beyond reproach. Therefore, if such a soul became an abomination, a mockery of flesh and the soul, would it be without sin to decide its fate. This was the dilemma presented to those two who brought forth this soul into the world.
Born from a lineage of Bounts, corrupted from the blood of an Akki. This poor, unfortunate soul, from birth was determined to be cursed. Her lips and skin were pale; she was a sickly, weak infant. But most of all, she was a Failure. Akki blood apparent to her mother immediately, by the instability that governed her presence, as well as the luminescent eyes that shined so bright. Indeed, as a baby, she was the very picture of innocence. In spite of her unstable blood, that it had been twisted, she was the image of an angel.
Motherly instincts are perhaps one of the most powerful - primal feeling that there is. Gazing down upon her new baby, even though malformed; a living instability, destined for a sheltered life, perhaps one of suffering. Her mother could not help but weep for her, a mix of joy and happiness, as well as lament. This mother cradled her child gently within her arms, and in that moment - despite reason, decided that she would raise this child, the one that she had birthed, innocent, as her own; she would not discard her, she'd be loved.
Despite her nature, the girl was always - unquestionably, reckless during her upbringing. Even from as early on as she could crawl, this infant would manifest several situations that put her life - as well as everyone elses - in danger. It was no fault of her own, as at this point she did not understand what she was; neither could she pronounce a word of English. It was unnerving for her mother, and placed an enormous amount of stress upon her.
It is common for those of nobility or born into wealthy families to live incredibly sheltered lives, this would be taken to quite the extreme for this child. To an outsider it might seem abusive, but the measures taken were all for the childs own safety. It was perhaps for this reason that the girl seemed to take to these activities as though they were normal. In doing so, it could have even been considered correct parenting by her mother. As later on in the life of this living instability, would she develop the habits of being cautious early on.
Even though she was always pushing her limits, attempting to climb objects she shouldn't, approaching perhaps one too many baby-crawl breadths away from the base of their mansion stairs - that made her mother almost always shriek internally; she was a well-behaved infant, within the parameters that her mother had set for her. Likewise, the servants were always in attendance for this infant girl, and knew full-well what she was. Nothing but the utmost care was given to her, all in order to ensure she'd live past infancy.
As soon as she was capable of understanding words, was the heavy responsibility of knowing just what she was - how she was different - placed upon her child shoulders. Ordinarily, this may have upset a regular child, it may perhaps make them reflect upon why they had to be different than the others; it might have made them lament being effectively always on the edge of death. Knowing that even so much as a slight scrape or bruise might end your life, was not anything to be taken lightly - and yet.
This girl, who had essentially been denied a childhood, gazed upon her mother with listless - melancholic eyes, and said; "I've always known it- so?". It was unnatural, and perhaps a little bit fearful to her mother, who was unsure if her little girl truly grasped the gravity of what she was. To her, who had the self-appointed task of raising the girl, therefore, she divised a method in order to get her to truly grasp how dangerous she was.
It was incredibly simple, all she did was take to her finger an apple knife; she drew blood. With an expression that garnered more wonder than shock, did the scarlet eyed girl gaze upon that crimson droplet falling from her mothers finger. In a delicate, soft tone did her mother convey to her child a message. "This would kill you." - she said. In nothing but a stern - straightforward manner, as the child, for the first time, felt a chill run down her spine; "Not just you, but everyone around you; the servants, and even myself."
Unfortunately for everyone, this did little to quell her behaviour; however, she did become much more self-aware of what she was, as well as the threat that she posed just by being around other people. It was the beginning of tension within the mansion, as at every day and most opportunities, the girl made a point to make jokes. Given her explosive disposition, these jabs were often at herself, in poor taste, and - much to the increased anxiety of each and every caretaker. "Oops, I almost slipped - hehe~".
Morbid by nature, her mother found these puns to be incredibly distasteful; however, most children had a rebellious phase, and this would have to be considered her own. At best, the only thing she could do was chastise her for putting everyone else within the mansion on edge, to which she would respond; "On edge? But I'm the detonator~." - to which her mother would sigh, without fail, each and every time. Deep down, her mother knew that this behaviour would not garner her child any friends; but that was okay.
It was better that she knew what she was, and was comfortable with such, than to have her always on edge because of it; or even frightened. In a way, it was a secret relief to her parent that she was like this. Even though her mother herself would never admit to it. However, most children are far more perceptive than their parents often give them credit for. Therefore, and to some degree, the girl knew it put her mother at ease. On the other hand, the servants certainly did not appreciate it; but she took joy from teasing them.
It was not without incident, such halcyon days were never destined to last forever. Resentment began to build up in the minds of her attendants, everyone she interacted with - frightened of her, apart from her mother, who was aware of the escalating dissatisfaction they had with her child. As a result of this, many of the servants ended up quitting their jobs, simply believing it was no longer worth the risk.
Owing without a doubt in due part to the girls' lackadaisical attitude to her volatile nature. Even though habits had been ingrained within her to avoid anything that might result in such a catastrophe, the manner that she conducted herself was often ill-fit for a child of status; much less the fact that, in their eyes, she was and always had been a monster. Much to the puzzlement of the girl, who could not understand in adolescence why that was.
Many of these people, she had grown up with. As being sheltered to a degree of not being able to leave the estate - even her own room for most of the time, they were as close to what she had as friends; the girl might even argue that, to herself, they were extended family. It was a one-sided naivety, and those people were simply kind to her for two reasons. Foremost, she was a liability, one that could end their own lives if not taken proper care of. Then second, simply because it was their work. It upset her greatly.
As children often do when they are upset, they require a means to vent their frustrations. This was especially difficult for the girl, who was of such a volatile nature already. It might only take so much as a rough bruise to have her explode, there was no outlet for her to vent her frustrations. Therefore, perhaps in a level maturity uncharacteristic of a young girl, she decided such energy might be better put to use elsewhere, in a more productive manner.
This stage of her life, in young adolescence, was when she decided to attempt something new. Instead of cursing her existence, beating out her frustrations on others, the girl took to her lonesome - and instead decided to play an instrument; particularly, this instrument was the piano. In the exquisite estate of their family, the girl of course had access to a piano of great size and quality. It became her foremost way of venting her discouragement.
Indeed, it was a means for her to place her fingers upon an object without worry; each and all the keys producing a unique sound of their own. It was a joy for her to be able to do something, anything, aside from study in her homeschool - or have books read to her. For this reason, she naturally became quite adept at being able to play it over a longer period of time. Each of the remaining servants saw the effort she put into it, as did her mother; and each and every one of them agreed. Despite her devilish nature, when her hands were at the piano, did her fingers produce the quaint chords of an angel.
In the relentless wake of time, all will fade eventually. This is true of everything; bonds, people, objects, and even emotion. As a living instability, nonetheless one who originated with the cursed blood of an Akki, she was prone to live far longer than any of them - including her Bount mother. Despite the fact that she was a spiritually aware human herself, she was neither a powerful one - blessed with longevity, or individually had a means to prolong her lifespan; a half-blood. As were many the estate servants, who had dedicated their lives to this child.
At a certain point of age, this child had noticeably ceased to age. It was apparent to her mother at first, then to everyone upon the estate. In her most pristine, youthful form; did she remain for at least ten to twenty years longer until they had confirmed as such. It was in this time that another aspect of her child had changed. Whilst tentative at first, where the girl - now a woman, had once grasped everything in her hand with a meek disposition. Now, did the world around herself seem to bend to her will.
To say her spiritual might had begun to foster was an understatement, her might was unmeasurable even by the standards of most spiritual entities. To her, it was freakish and unusual; to everyone else, it was a worry. Whereas until now, despite living as an instability up until this point had granted a measure of predictability, the servants had been conceded a degree of assurance that such would continue remain the case. This change sparked fear in most; even if it would then later on lead to said essence of the woman finding stability in adult age.
Over a longer span of time did seasons change, days went by without reason. The very people who saw this girl grow up, watched as she had matured into a beautiful woman. No longer was she so fragile, as her surroundings were often more brittle than she was. It was a beautiful sight for her mother, as well as those who had chosen to stay. However, as they grew old within this house, they wished nothing more than to set her free.
It had been at least eighty years since then, many of the estate servants had already retired, leaving a decrepit old house; poorly maintained by her daughter, who still remained. Time was cruel, and both the mother and daughter knew this; they spent days together, the daughter would reminisce with her mother about her upbringing, whilst that self-same beautiful woman stood before her. Entirely grown up, she had become self-reliant to a much greater degree than her mother ever could have hoped.
Upon her deathbed, did the daughter loom over her aged mother. In those faint, glowing eyes did she see the angel that she had raised - and smiled. Holding an apple knife in her hand, the daughter was softly cutting the skin from apples; one's intended to be fed to her mother, when a hazy, muddled utterance escaped her tired lips. Unable to quite hear, the daughter leaned in closer, to hear the mellow voice of her mother. "I am so proud of you." - breathed into her ear like a gentle breeze of the wind. Likewise, the daughter smiled.
Placing the knife aside on a bedside table, she reached her hand down, and cusped her fingers within the grasp of her mothers; "I know", the strength in her grip absent, replaced with a tender caressing comfort. These are the only mellow words to escape the hushed lips of the daughter, to her mother not long for this world. In melancholic reminisce silence, those words linger heavy in the room; right up until the moment of her final breath. Tears shed only after the moment of her passing, they would flow like a cold stream down her porcelain face.
Personality Diagnostic
True to her convictions; Mira is known as a gentlewoman throughout her social circles. Without violence or aggression, effortless and ladylike in her demeanour. Subconsciously, this woman is a raised aristocratic noble at her core. There is no doubt to anyone who might catch a glimpse of her in passing; she carries the aura of supremacy, coupled with the weight of responsibility bearing down upon her shoulders. Elegant, but never forgetting what is the power that had birthed this stance - a price given of her immense responsibility.
That is in respect to hegemony over her own spiritual strength, a burden that weighs onto her actions; each and every pace she walks, item she holds, paid in thoughtfulness to her surroundings. 'Veneration', is how this lady might describe her view on the creations of others, and she takes a great courtesy to ensure that no such harm might befall them at her own hand. Thus, is she eternally bound to this creed, walking upon a tightrope at all times. Her aristocratic aura only a subsidiary of this essential truth; each creation of another, is as precious to her as though it were her own asset - under her guardianship.
Not enough people respect this in her own mind. Destruction is an easy accomplishment, it is a spectacle - all with its own charms. However, much more difficult is it to design and fabricate; to properly appreciate the intricacies gone into the creation of an item, structure, even the clothes upon the backs of others. Wasteful might it be to destroy that which has not yet served its purpose or lifespan. In time, all objects will eventually crumble to dust, and it is a tragic thing in her reflective gaze, to see this happen at a premature time.
Many unique vistas and destinations are available for her to travel, it is her hope to someday witness them all; freedom was the epiphany Mira gained, long after her mother had departed, aspiration to appreciate each form of culture and individual. Truthfully, the lady is of an unnaturally calm disposition to all within her purview. It does not affect her whether it poses a threat to her or not, however, preservation of that she does deem curious enough to gaze upon is always at the forefront of her mind, and goes for people too.
As a matter of fact, this pertains to a certain kind of disassociation from herself. Insults that might be seen as personal to another, are only met with empathy when thrown callously onto her ears. How she might respond may vary to an enormous degree in circumstance, but whatever her objective, it is scarcely ever one brought about by personal anger or resentment. Having lived the length of a couple lifespans in human years, nonetheless within the world of the living, she has very much grown numb to petty squabbles.
Time and time again, humans might repeat themselves. Unto the perspective of Mira, there are equal parts in this. Beauty and disgust, love and hate, happiness onto lament. One cannot exist without the other, therefore she deems both as necessary; and will not begrudge a single soul for it. Behind almost each motivation is there a reason, and as creatures of equality, we are all free to choose. There is no true arbiter in any of the three worlds, or seven layers of hell; only individuals, doing what they think is right.
In that self-same regard, Mira has also made her own choice. Her own set of principles are her rules, ones that she decided upon herself. Nobody has the inherent right to tell her they are incorrect, neither does she herself retain such authority in return. Absolutely, she will fight when the integrity of her ethics are put under threat - but it is done in moderation; proportionate and proper to the circumstances, always. Rarely will Mira strike a blow in retaliation that is greater to one that she has been dealt, habitually at all times striving for an equilibrium.
Beneath such complex and philosophical thoughts, there is simply a carefree woman; one that unambiguously enjoys her days as they go by. Not often with a specific plan or goal in mind, only partaking in what she wishes to do in the moment. Seldom does she have a long-term plan, because Mira takes delight from the revelation of what might happen in any given scenario. Often without thought, she is listless - melancholic; furthermore, kind and gentle to those around her. Indeed, her charm is only surpassed by her gentle bearing.
★ Likes
Relaxing Music - Amongst the most joyous of her pastimes, it is only natural being that she herself is a fairly accomplished pianist. It is soft and harmonious tones that she partakes in listening to the most; however, she does enjoy most kinds of music.
Spectacle Explosions - Including lightshows, fireworks, and the like. It might seem contradictory to her preservationist disposition, however, there is undeniable beauty in that which is finite. Only lasting a moment, but leaving in its wake a lasting impression.
Roaming Travel - It goes without saying that the lady enjoys her journeys; often taking as much time as she might like in one place before wandering away to the next. There's an unquantifiable number of sights to see for one with her lifespan.
Aquatic Life - Most unusual at first impression, it is the unique aptitude that underwater life has for being almost alien - unique, that fascinates her. It is not uncommon to see her visiting aquariums and other such human-world facilities, and underwater habitats.
Culinary Appreciation - Not at all picky when it comes to her food eaten, most unusual for someone with roots in aristocracy, she enjoys many types of foods. Specifically, it is the effort and care that goes into the food which she appreciates most of all.
Architectural Marvels - In addition to the massive collaboration and work that goes into their creation, these works of art are enormous in size - define a landscape; they are often inspiring only to gaze upon. In this regard she wholeheartedly admires them.
Blatant Altruism - Above all else that is worthy of her admiration, is the selfless act of one soul helping another. It does not matter of which race or origin, it is a noble deed when committed out of the respect of one another. If only more were capable of such.
★ Dislikes
Vulgar Individuals - In particular, those who lack a certain kind of tact. It is less a matter of the words they speak, than the actions they might take, or the effect those might have upon others. It is because they are volatile, and often times difficult.
Destruction of Property - Any wanton demolition or dismantling of an item, building or possession that does not belong to a person. If it is a positive thing, or an awe-like wonder to gaze upon, then it deserves protection and preservation.
Asinine Discrimination - Some prejudice bears its root from fear or extensive history; she can sympathize with this. However, the vast majority of it is senseless or used as an excuse for violence, which she does not tolerate.
Loud Places - It is difficult for her to concentrate, but this more ties in to her usual mellow attitude. Without quiet of the mind, the body and soul will likewise be disturbed. So by extension she does not like when peace and quiet is interrupted by a racket.
Humorless Character - Quite often prone to making jokes, as well as enjoying others who do the same, it is only natural that those who have no humor are not very high up on her list of individuals; although sometimes, depending, they can be fun to tease.
Materialistic Aspirations - It is quite okay in her mind to aspire to obtain a sought after item; in particular if such an item holds meaning. However, those who are too materialistic often fail to appreciate sentimental value of what they own, becoming insatiable.
Habits, Flaws and Fears
Tranquil Disposition - It is her habit, or more or less an indirect result of her mental acuity, to remain calm at all times. To those who are unfamiliar with her, it might perhaps seem as though she were mocking; it is chilling, to always be confronted with nothing more or less than a wry smile after insulting a person - much less assaulting one. Within even such circumstances Mira would remain flawlessly calm, both internally and externally.
Cautious - Owing in large part due to her upbringing, Mira has always been cautious; most particularly referring to being aware of dangers within her surroundings, as well as how to avoid them. It is uncanny, because even after becoming so undeniably imbued with physical might, the living instability will still treat that which could once threaten her with a degree of significance. Avoiding any physical hazards to her person, if at all possible.
Self Aware Jokes - When and onwards, from the moment that the young lady had been made aware of what she was, did Mira make light of her own precarious mortality. It has an effect on people, whether they like it or not, to ease some tension for those who are aware of what might happen being around her - this is what she believes. Furthermore, even when this is not the case, the truth of the matter is... she just enjoys messing with people.
Habit to be Punctual - Conceivably, this could be a result of her aristocratic roots. It is scarcely often that Mira makes plans for anything ahead of time - but when she does, always is the woman right on time when you might expect her to be. Never too late or early, her ability to arrive at a set place and time is almost more than just an agreement to her; it is a promise. So, by this same line of thought, one might find her to be unexpectedly reliable.
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Facetious Attitude - Making light of otherwise serious matters is unfortunately something not only within her nature, but intrinsic to her personality. After having lived a long life of her own thus far, and having seen much in her time, coupled with how externally calm Mira is. One might believe that the woman is uncaring or haphazard. This is far from the truth - however, it is more that to her, downplaying of a situation makes it easier to keep an open mind. In either way or case, it is most often taken as an offense by many.
Excessively Laidback - Unusual, as Mira might perhaps be one of the most punctual person one could perhaps imagine. However, the fact of the matter is, that only applies to herself. When it comes to other people, she has little regard for what they think of her, neither if they properly fulfil on commitments that they might have made. Furthermore, whenever she has not agreed to be at a certain place or time, there is no place or time that Mira might do the things that she wants to do; beach at night to enjoy the stars, or forfeit sobriety in the middle of the day just to try out a new type of fine wine. Anything goes, really.
Doting Individual - After becoming particularly fond of an individual, Mira will go out of her way to dote on them. In a way similar to an affectionate older sister, sometimes maybe even an overbearing mother - depending on the individual. In this case, she can be quite the pest to be around, bearing gifts and compliments even when not asked for; at times of day or in the middle of situations that might not be so appropriate. It is natural for Mira to tease others quite often with her jokes and such, this goes doubly so for the people she likes.
Self-Appointed Responsibility - Taking on a responsibility that has been given to her by another person is isolated in occasion; almost never will Mira allow another person to push a responsibility unto her, no matter what the situation or status of that individual might be. That being said, she occasionally does appoint to herself her own responsibilities, regarding these as her most important commitments. In pursuit of these self-appointed commitments, she might exhaust herself - they are taken gravely to the extreme.
Pacifist Outlook - Whilst it is generally a positive notion to not crave violence, in the case of Mira; it is taken to a higher level of inhuman tolerance. Holding true to her philosophy of eye for an eye, retaliating always in equal measure is not so straightforward. To her, a punch does not equal a punch in return. It is difficult for her to measure exactly how warranted and measured such an action against her might be. Excepting a situation where a life other than her own is in danger, she is more than willing to overlook brutality against herself.
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Blood Cravings - Why do people scream when they bleed? I can do it so much better for them, don't they know? To see another person wail in agony because of that pain is not something Mira enjoys. Thus, when satisfying her deep craving for the crimson liquid essence of mortality, her cascading breath rolling faint down the nape of said individual can be sure to lull them into a sweet sense of bliss. After all, for what reason if oneself enjoys of partaking in such pleasures should her subject not be allowed to delight in the fun too?
Passage of Time - Endless in the march of its measure, time is an irresistible force for many. It is a corrosive, invisible curtain draped upon each and every individual. In due moments that seem to pass by all too swiftly, one will find that eventually; everything crumbles away. Beauty is only temporary, and there is only a finite time to enjoy anything whilst it lasts. Even if you might be the singular person who manages to avoid it, the world still continues onward in its presence, watching as the seconds tick away - finite.
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Travel the Three Worlds - Of all the great vistas, sights to behold and natural wonders of the world - manmade structures that reach into the sky; rainforests that teem with wildlife, coral reefs colourful and bright, snow-capped mountains that chill the bone, as well as their magma-spewing volcanic counterparts. This barely scratches the surface of what one might imagine is possible within the mortal realm, let alone the spiritual ones. Splendour both made by nature and man is immeasurable in its quantity - ever expanding, being replaced by yet another new thing to witness.
As a child that was once raised never to leave her house, now with the ability to go wherever she pleases, it is not something Mira will take for granted. Likewise, she wishes to ingrain as much as it as possible upon her memory; the sights, the feeling, the smell - cultures and their people.
Physical Summary
Much of Elmyra's wardrobe draws from the aristocratic roots of a bygone era, as such many assets of her clothing dates back to a time when frills, girdles and court dresses were a common practice amongst the general higher class population. If enquired about such dress choice, it is most endearing of her to claim these are the garbs she feels most suits her; a relic of a simpler time, and a far more extravagant one for herself.
Still, much of society has progressed forward in this regard, and so modern flairs to her attire are often made in adjustment to a modern era. Gothic garbs often produce the vast majority of items she wears. Every once in awhile opting for lavish dark eyeliner and deep coloured make-ups to compliment and contrast the pale white shade of her skin. At a glance, one might mistake this voluptuous individual for a doll; indeed, she has such a complexion.
Such panache in the modern world frequently is chalked up to the work of an savant cosplayer, and such it is not too infrequent for the woman to be approached by those wishing to take pictures. Unfortunately, this is a tad bit problematic for the woman; because, be it is a curse of her spiritual instability or otherwise, this individual woman does not appear to show up on regular human-world cameras, mirrors, or video footage.
Birthplace, Current Residence and Memorable Figures
Birthed into nobility within the British Isles, Elmyra is a far length from the place of her birth; and naturally, as a wanderer, this is to be expected. With the world as vast as it is, the woman does not see reason to remain in the place of her birth, neither does she have any sort of inclination towards residence in any particular country as a result. Speaking within a legal sense, she is, however, a citizen of Japan; if only for the time being. With such incredible variance to her residence, it is only expected that her memorable figures are vast, though scarce none have fostered any sort of attachment. This has remained the way since having left her home.
Fighting Style
Mastery over ones own spiritual potential is a natural necessity for those who are in tune with the other realms, and thus it comes as no surprise that Mira has made efforts to ensure that her own latent powers are kept in check and under control for when she must utilize them. If such an occasion were to ever arise, the single most fact that makes Mira a formidable opponent has to be the pure potency of her spiritual essence.
In that sense, not only has she been pampered in the early stages of her life, but her own approach to combat reflects this too. It is shown within a supreme confidence in her poise, the way that she has the utmost faith that the raw strength of her attacks will be able to pierce through any defence, and block any incoming attack. Such a thing might be viewed as overconfidence by many, if not for the fact that there is some truth to that unrivalled power.
On the flip side, it does not come without practice either; Mira was born without the natural abilities inherent of her lineage, and this is true for both sides of the coin. As a result, the woman has turned to versatility and erudite tactics used to protect herself and her own interests. In spite of her elegant nature, the lady will not hesitate to dispose of anything deemed a threat to herself or her principles. This much is assured.
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