Name: Milania Aleksandros. First name pronounced ‘mi-lah-nee-uh’.
Nickname: Mimi. Prefers to be called such.
Age: 18.
Gender: Female.
Species: Human.
Position: Chaotic Good.
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills:Swordplay:
Though definitely not a master, she knows enough to defend herself and so far has managed to stay alive. She mostly uses light and/or small weapons (like knives, short swords, etc.). She has no talent for magic, so don't expect her to be firing off any spells in battle, or healing you with Cure.
Skills: She has basic survival skills—this means she can identify plenty of plants as poisonous or edible, hunt for game, create shelter, etc. She also is extraordinarily agile. Even at a young age, she was able to execute cartwheels and somersault. As she grew up, her agility continued to improve. She later developed remarkable acrobatic abilities, which allowed her to perform acts with balance and grace, in order to draw more of a crowd during her tribe’s ventures into town for supplies. Because of this, she is very fast and agile in battle. This especially comes in handy whenever she needs to flee a battle. She is also very flexible, able to contort herself and walk on her hands minimal difficulty. These abilities allow her to scale most surfaces very quickly and squeeze through small spaces.
Stealth: To survive during her people’s eradication back on her home world, she had to learn how to not be seen to survive. Granted, she can’t avoid detection all the time, but she’s pretty good at it.
Weapon/Items:
Mimi wields a cutlass of dubious legality. She’s very particular about it, so don’t mess with it unless you like getting punched.
She always carries at least three potions and three throwing knives (two hidden in her boots, one in her cleavage).
{::Drawbacks:: She often has to buy new throwing knives or go without. Due to this she mostly relies on her cutlass for battle. Knives are for sneak attacks.}Picture: Mimi (Please don't steal, I worked hard on that picture!)Appearance: Mimi has black, straight hair that falls just under her buttocks, and usually keeps it in a loose ponytail. She has blue eyes. She stands at 5’0” and is definitely not lacking in the curves department, or the muscle. She has many scars, but most have faded to the point you’d have to be close to her to notice them. These are the remnants of her torture in prison.
She wears a white shirt with short slit sleeves under a brown corset, and simple black trousers. She also wears a matching blue bandana and sash, and brown fingerless gloves. The only jewelry she has is her silver earrings and ruby pendant she received upon her grandmother’s death.
For special occasions, she removes her bandana and exchanges her plain garb for colorful, textured dresses and adds plenty of jewelry. You’ll never find makeup on her though.
Personality: Mimi is cheerful, energetic, and confident. She’ll tend to see the bright side of things and doesn’t downplay her abilities in the least. She has a good sense of humor, and likes to tease those she feels comfortable around. She’s also eager to learn new things. She will help those she thinks need it, but mostly expects others to carry their own weight when they’re able.
If you’re lucky enough to be her friend, she’ll be loyal to you always. She’ll give up her life for her friends if it came to it, and wouldn’t think twice. She also doesn’t like being alone very much, having been surrounded by people her whole life. If she’s betrayed, it usually takes a lot of groveling (and sea salt ice cream) to get her to give someone a second chance. She’s very good at holding a grudge.
And though she is generally a nice person, she does get jealous of others who have more than she ever had. She does (not to mention
says) plenty of stupid things. She doesn’t verbally apologize, so she tries to make up for it in other ways. When she’s frustrated, it isn’t unusual for her to go hit something for a few hours, so it would be best to avoid her at that time unless someone has a death wish.
Mimi is aware of her own sexuality, and is perfectly capable of using it to persuade others for her own ends (usually for a small favor). She has a penchant for flirting, but stays away from anyone who’s already taken. Anyone who is taken that still tries to strike up a relationship with her is subsequently given the cold shoulder. Infidelity is something she doesn’t have the patience for.
Original World: Nirethia. It was a very mountainous world, with dreadful winters and mild summers. It was separated into two rival kingdoms: Basaea (the West) and Jishai (the East). The only major technological achievement it could boast of was the musket. There were few towns and even fewer cities; much of the world’s population lived in small villages, often set near water for growing small crops and having fresh water for the animals. The people were generally superstitious, and didn’t like strangers. Magic was not very common, and widely despised by most people, except the Walkers—they were the only ones who practiced it openly.
Current World: Radiant Garden. She rents a room in an inn there, since she has no home of her own.
History: Mimi was born in a nomadic tribe called the Walkers. She was the only child of the leader and his young wife, who died in childbirth. Care for the infant went to the closest living female relative—her paternal grandmother. Once the tribe’s leader and chuvihani (or ‘witch’), her grandmother attempted to teach Mimi her trade. However, the child was soon deemed unsuitable for the role. Like many in her tribe, she found herself better suited for entertaining. She worked hard at mastering the trade, and at a young age, she started performing acrobatic tricks in the towns they visited to help support the tribe.
At the same time things in her world became troubled, however. War erupted between the two kingdoms of Nirethia: Basaea and Jishai. Due to their nomadic lifestyle and known use of magic, they were targeted during the war due to a belief that they were spies of the enemy kindom (on both sides). Some Walkers tried to hide, or kept moving to stay ahead of the soldiers, but most were captured and executed. Mimi’s tribe was split during a raid, leaving her and her grandmother alone. For the next couple of years, Mimi took up odd jobs wherever she could find them to take care of her ailing grandmother. But eventually the old woman was taken by a fever during the harsh winter, leaving her all alone.
One day, while sleeping at an inn in a village near the borders of Basaea and Jishai, soldiers from the Basaean army stole her from her bed and dragged her to the nearest fort, Blackwall. It was the worst place anyone could be sent to, especially a Walker. There, she endured all manner of torture and constant questioning of her perceived alliance with Jishai. No matter how much she denied their claims, the Basaean soldiers continued their wicked treatment. Eventually, they realized that she would never make a confession, and slated her for execution.
Before they could hang her, however, Heartless descended upon Nirethia. The war had ravaged the land and its people, infecting their hearts with darkness. Nirethia was destroyed, but Mimi was cast off into another world. She awoke in Traverse Town, like many others before her, confused, wounded, and terrified. She was found in an alley in the Second District by an elderly couple (fellow survivors) and was taken to an inn. They explained the situation to Mimi, and offered to help her get back on her feet. Mimi declined, though, preferring to find her own way instead, as was her people’s way. She fell back on her roots, and became a street performer again. Afterwards, she was in the migration to Hollow Bastion, and continues her performances. There, she does errands for the merchants sometimes and quite enjoys the new, simpler lifestyle.
Role Playing Sample: “I don’t know anything…
anything…” Mimi hissed, lungs burning with need for air. Cold water dripped down her face, soaking her shirt and leaving goosebumps in its wake. She’d long lost feeling in her face, though she was thankful for that. With the beating they’d given her, she was sure she would be in terrible pain later.
“Oh, she’s a little liar. Dip her again, Reed.” One soldier, Allan, commanded. He was perhaps the nastiest of them. He had a love for inventing ways to weasel information out of his prisoners, even if there was none to be had. It was even more fun to play with the women, he always said. He never failed to remind her of that, being the only Walker woman in his grasp.
Mimi was plunged into the icy barrel of water again, her head held under by Reed as she flailed and twisted. Her hands and feet were clapped in irons, making her attempts to free herself useless. That didn’t stop her thought. She needed to do something, anything, to keep her mind off of the pain in her chest. Before she blacked out, Reed pulled her head out of the water, and Mimi gasped for air. By her reckoning, it was almost midnight. This would be the last dip, as they had rounds to do on the walls of the fort. She would get a few hours of peace before they’d resume their torture.
“Girl, do you know how long we’ve been having our sessions?” Allan asked from his desk in the corner of the dark, damp stone room. He was scribbling something on some parchment, his feathered quill shaking with each stroke. When Mimi didn’t answer, he continued, “Four months. And in that time, you have not confessed your treachery, and have not made attempts to redeem yourself by divulging information that could help our great country.”
‘Great country. Toad dung, that is.’ She thought, but kept it to herself. It would only earn her another beating, and she was too tired for that.
“We have decided that since you have not seen fit to cooperate, you will be forthwith executed in the king’s name at dawn of the first day of November.” Allan explained, smiling wickedly as he looked up from his parchment. “And do you know what tomorrow is?”
“The first day of November.” Mimi answered, a hollowness in her voice.
“Ah, smart girl. Yes, it is. Isn’t that kind? A quick death, not a horribly slow one.”
‘Death is death.’ Mimi thought.
‘At least I’ll be with my mother and grandmother again. Might be I’ll see father there too, if he died in the raid.’They threw her back in her cell, which she shared with five other unlucky souls. The youngest one was no more than seven, and was arrested for stealing bread. He had two other siblings to look after, but they were most likely dead now. And poor little Ivan didn’t look too far behind. With bruised and broken fingers, she grabbed the little boy and held him close as he coughed blood onto her drenched shirt. She sat with her back against the cold stone wall, just under the narrow window of the cell. Another prisoner, an older man who reminded her of her father, took off his raggedy shawl and draped it across Mimi and Ivan.
“They’re going to execute me at dawn.” Mimi said, patting Ivan’s back gently.
Rourke hung his head, burying it in his hands. “They’ll all execute one way or another, some day. Whether by hanging or burning, or starving, they’ll kill us all.”
Mimi had no reply. Instead she turned and eased a loose stone out of place. Inside were the earrings and ruby pendant her grandmother had given her on her death bed. She replaced the stone and held her grandmother’s jewelry in her hand, wondering what to do with it. If she wore it to her execution, they’d just take it from her and melt it down for raw materials to use in the war. If she just left it in the wall, it would sit there for all time, eventually rusting away. Neither option held much favor. So, once Ivan had fallen asleep, she went to the corner where the prisoners did their business and hid the jewelry inside her womanly parts. That way, when they buried her, the earrings and necklace would be lost with her. They wouldn’t be used for the army’s needs then.
Deciding sleep was pointless now, with her execution in only hours, she waited for the sun to rise. She supposed an hour passed when Ivan’s coughing stopped, and he grew still. Mimi placed her head to his chest, but could hear nothing. She laid him out in the center of the cell, gently placing Rourke’s shawl on top of him. Rourke wept, and Mimi sang Ivan’s favorite hymn.
Rosy streaks crept across the black sky. Mimi took this for daybreak, and stood to meet the soldiers that would be coming for her. But as she waited, no one came. Instead, a curious smell filtered into the cells. Some of the other prisoners in the long cell block had a good view of the courtyard, and shouted that there was a fire outside. The soldiers seemed to be scattering and dying, one prisoner said. It looked like some strange black figures were cutting the soldiers down at a frightening pace. Something about that alarmed Mimi, even more than when she was told of her execution. At the sound of metal clanking against stone, Mimi turned to look at the door to the cell block where she saw one new recruit. He had keys on him.
“You there! What’s going on?” Mimi called out to him, face pressed against the bars to get a better look at him.
“I don’t know! I don’t know! They came out of nowhere. Black creatures, so fast! Killed so many, didn’t have any warning!” the young boy rambled, “Captain said to watch over prisoners, make sure they didn’t leave. Has to be some trick of Jishai.”
‘No,’ Mimi thought, ‘Jishai has no tricks like this.’ The Jishais would never attack at night, on a mere prison. They attacked during daylight, on fortresses, to show how they feared nothing and conquered everything. This was something else.
The young soldier fell against the bars of Mimi’s cell, holding his sword to his chest as he asked his gods to protect him, when an explosion rumbled the walls and floor. He took off, leaving most of the prisoners behind. But more importantly, Mimi had swiped the jail keys off of him. Quickly, she unlocked her own cell, and hurried to free the other prisoners. She left the two cells at the end of the hall untouched though—those held the rapists and murderers. Before she left the block, though, she grabbed the map of the castle from the turnkey’s desk.
She and the other captives fled through the halls, eager to escape the fate of the soldiers. She warned them to keep together, as they reached the hall where the fort’s temple resided, but a few broke off and headed for the front gates. When Mimi heard their screams, she turned her smaller group to the kitchens. They were further from the courtyard where so many soldiers had been cut down, and were in the opposite directions. If she was right in reading the map, the kitchens opened out into the forested mountains that acted as the border between the kingdoms. That would be their best bet.
They passed through countless hallways, sometimes having to turn around and double back if they missed the right turn. Every misstep sent Mimi’s heart racing. Every one could mean a bleak meeting with the mystery beings that had descended upon the fort. When finally she smelled bread baking and meat roasting, she knew they had almost made it out. But their luck, it seemed, had run out. Someone behind her screamed, and she instantly knew they’d been found. Whether by soldiers or the black creatures, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Neither one was a good thing.
Without looking back, she barked at whoever was still behind her to run. She dashed into the kitchen, swiping a bloodied knife off a cutting table next to the door, and through to the open back door where she saw nothing back black. Just as she set foot through the threshold, several pairs of round, yellow eyes appeared in the blackness of the night. Mimi screamed, slashed at the dark beings, but they covered her. Her world turned black.
“Poor thing, she looks like she’s had a rough time of things.”
“Darling, no one has an easy time of losing their world!”
Confused, Mimi opened her eyes. An old man and woman stood before her, worry etched into their wizened faces. For a moment, she thought the old woman was her beloved grandmother, come to guide her onto the next world. Mimi tried to stand up, but she only succeeded in flailing her legs and arms around uselessly.
“Don’t move around so much. You’re hurt pretty bad.” The man said, “We need to heal you first.” Slowly, as if not to frighten Mimi, the women reached out and mumbled something. Mimi winced as she felt her skin stretching, knitting together where it had been split open during her time with Allan and Reed. Looking down, she was amazed to see the woman’s hand glowing, and her wounds healing almost instantly.
The old woman retracted her hand and stood, and the man held out her hand for Mimi to take. “My name is Bertrand, and this is my wife, Gemma. Let's go to the inn and get you a nice bed.”
Mimi looked at the hand, and back up to the elderly couple. They were strangers, from a strange place. But what other option did she have? She needed answers. So, she slowly took the woman’s hand in hers.
“I’m Milania Aleksandros. Just call me Mimi.”
((I hope this isn't too long. And this is probably overdue anyway *four months, what?!*, but I wanted it to be perfect.))
*huggles*