Myr

[lithle]

Myr

Name: Myr
Age: Thirty-two
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Theft, Kidnapping, drugging
Craft/Rank: Master Vintner

Appearance:
Some people age well. Others seem barely to age at all. And then there are those like Myr, who become more beautiful as they age. Thirty-two, her face is lined enough that she looks older, early forties perhaps. But she looks like she's meant to be forty. The lines around her lips and at the corner of her eyes are laugh lines, they make her look elegant, refined. She's full figured and slightly heavy, with skin of soft tan.

Her eyes are brown and her hair is black, streaked with early gray. Or, it was. Newly arrived at Warden's, she currently has no hair, which isn't the best look for her. She looks fragile, vulnerable. Her gestures are smooth and she moves with delicate grace. Her speaking voice is a bit throaty and quite musical, she might have made as a harper, if she'd chosen that life.


Personality:

By all appearances, Myr is a nice lady. She's polite, well groomed, and intelligent. Most of her interests are refined ones. She loves art, music, and of course, good wine. Oh, and sometimes, she loves people. There-in lays the problem.

See, when Myr loves something, she really loves that thing. It begins to haunt her. She'll see a particularly beautiful belt buckle and it'll haunt her dreams. She'll know she has to possess it. She'll be incapable of enjoying anything until she has it. And if necessary, she will steal to make the item her own. And that's fine. A Master Vintner can afford to throw marks away on frivolities. A clever one can even steal the occasional item without getting caught. But Myr's interests sometimes extend to people.

She'll hear a young girl laugh and it will be a perfect laugh. And then, well, there's nothing for it. She has to have the girl. She's good to her possessions, be they shiny trinkets or beautiful children. She sees that they're kept shined or fed. She wraps them in finest cottons or dresses them in the most beautiful silks. But she doesn't share. Very few people see her treasures. Once they're hers, they're hers alone and it's the rare person she'll allow near them. She'll do everything for her 'things'. Except release them.

Other than the whole theft, kidnapping and imprisonment thing, Myr tends to be an extremely nice woman. When she still had access to her funds and craft, she was generous. Even now, she'll happily share a meal with anyone who seems a bit hungry. She can be a bit of a snob however. Warden's is full of rough sorts, a fact she finds rather uncomfortable. There are plenty she chooses not to mix with.

When she exerts herself, she can be charming and she's especially good with children. She loves kids, even those she doesn't desire to possess. She sees innocence in them and has a strong desire to protect that. She claims that's what she was doing.

Generally pleasant, Myr can be a bit intense at times, particularly when she's in the grips of obsession. While she usually hides it fairly well, the longer she's kept from an object (or person) she desires, the more unstable she becomes. She gets tense, snappish, and short tempered. She loses the thread of conversations. It's a bit like a duster hungry for a fix, really.

History:

Myr was born into her craft. Both her parents were Vintners her mother a Master, her father an apprentice who never bothered to advance further. They weren't Benden Vintners, and there are those who scoff at any other vintage. But they were quite skilled in their craft and Myr, at least, believes that Benden's reputation is less than well deserved. Tillek does quite well for itself, in her eyes.

An only child, born to privilege, it's unsurprising that Myr was a bit spoiled by her parents. She was given what she wanted and she, of course, found lots of things to want. Her life was fairly idyllic until she turned ten. Then her mother died. It was an illness, a sudden one, she was dead within days of falling ill. Myr's father fell apart and Myr's world fell apart with him. Gone the nice things. Much of what she owned was sold. It hurt her, to have them taken away. And even as she entered the vintnercraft herself, at eleven, the seeds of obsession were sown.

She'd have all the nice things back. All of them, and more.

She studied hard and advanced quickly. Perhaps, for awhile, success was obsession enough. Certainly, she didn't steal until she reached Journeyman. It was a Lady Holder's bracelet. Something about the way it caught the light. She broke into the woman's rooms, stole it. If she'd been a normal thief, one that wore it, or tried to fence it, she'd have been caught. But Myr locked it away in a box, taking it out only when she was alone, to study.

There were a few other objects over the years. Many she bought legitmately. Some she didn't. It wasn't too often. Myr's standards of beauty are unique and not every item is special enough to be part of her collection.

And then there was Amaleen. Myr first saw Amaleen when she was thirty and newly a Master of her craft. Amaleen was seven, the daughter of a duster and mostly ignored. But she had the most unusual eyes, gray and fringed with dark lashes. Her laugher was so sad, her form so delicate. It wasn't hard, for Myr to take her. It took little more than an offer of kindness and food. No one much noticed the girl's disappearance. Myr was wealthy, wealthy enough to afford privacy. She'd bought her own small holding, where she raised grapes and kept largely to herself. She kept Amaleen there. And Amaleen was young, shy, easy to keep.

The second child, a five-turn-old boy named Karow, was similarly easy to keep.

The third... wasn't a child.

He was a man in his late forties, with a laugh like honeyed brandy. Myr tried not to want him. Adults weren't easy like children. She seduced him but that was hardly enough. She didn't want a lover. She wanted a thing. So she brought him a skin of her best wine, laced heavily with fellis. She managed to keep him, drugged into compliance, for six months. He escaped while she was away on Craft business. After that, it was only days before they found Amaleen, Karow, and all the pretty trinkets locked in their pretty boxes.

Now, at Warden's, without her things, she's lonely, desperate, and looking for something new to own. She's dug herself out from a pit before. She knows she can do it again.

Other stuff: Myr isn't a pedophile. Just wanted to make that clear.