Mira was born in the year 1628 to unknown parents in Axios. Whether she is a half breed or of full elvish blood is unknown. She was taken in by the Layne family who had only one son, raised like their own daughter. The Layne family wasn't well off, in fact by most accounts they would be considered impoverished, but that never stopped the Layne's for trying to help Mira find her heritage. In 1638 the Battle of the Blood Road took Calder, Mira's adopted brother from their family, leaving Mira with a strong distaste for war. Through the course of history, Mira grew up in the world when war ravaged the land, and the descendants continually moved to newer places. Today she finds herself in Princedom of Fenn, hoping to spend vast amounts of time in their library and hopefully access information on bloodlines in hopes of finding her true heritage.
Mira is often soft-spoken, fair of hair and skin with pale blue eyes. She is of petite stature weighing in at 130lbs and standing Five foot three. She is frequently seen wearing a blue dress, occasionally dawning pants and a tunic when journeying across many lands. Many of Mira's qualities is that of a bibliophile. You will always find her carrying tomes, and her own notes, always wanting to advance her knowledge. When faced with a fight, Mira will usually try and talk her way out of a situation versus fighting. The only weapon she is adept at is a bow, and even then, sometimes the aim is poor. Her most negative quality is her inability to be decisive when presented with options, and the fact that at times, she can act brashly when emotions begin to rise, she also has a strong distaste for war and conflict even though she knows its a naive view.
Mira is a kind soul, who usually jokes that her personality and common traits fit nothing with her elvish brethren. She enjoys helping other people, and if she could have it her way, she would spend her life with a nose buried in a book versus fighting.
A broad smile stretched across Mira’s face as she took in the sights and smell and the man that spoke to her. She bowed her head slightly, to show respect. “Neither, kind sir, I am here to find myself.” She bowed again, leaving the man looking at her in a quizzical fashion, before the barest of smiles crossed his features.
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