Appearance

Physical Description

Miläwşä emerges from the world of Umbrana with a presence that is as captivating as it is complex. At around the age of 12, her youthful visage is already etched with the tales of survival and the harsh reality of her environment. Her hair, dark and untamed, hangs loosely around her face, embodying the wild and unfettered spirit that likely guides her through her days and nights in a world devoid of sunlight.
 
Her eyes, vivid with the iridescence of emerald, glimmer with a mixture of defiance and wisdom beyond her years, perhaps a reflection of the life she has led thus far. The stark green of her gaze may remind one of the rare and treasured Lucerian stones, offering a semblance of light in an otherwise darkened world.
 
The canvas of her skin tells a story through its imperfections – it is adorned with spots of dirt and the unnamed filth of a life spent fending for oneself in Elphroc. These marks are not just a record of her daily struggles but a testament to her resilience and ability to navigate a world that's anything but forgiving.
 
Most striking, however, is the Thieves mark – a dark, swirling symbol that stands in sharp contrast to her natural skin tone. This mark, placed on her cheek, serves as a scarlet letter, a constant and unyielding reminder to those around her of her branded status. The design of the mark is intricate, perhaps belying the weight of its significance; it's not a badge of honor but a brand of infamy, warning others of her perceived untrustworthiness.
 
Despite the prejudice such a mark might invite, Miläwşä carries it with an air of resilience, perhaps even a touch of rebellion. It does not conceal her character but rather adds to the depth of her persona, hinting at the many layers that make up her identity in the world of Umbrana. Her clothing, practical and worn, suggests a life of utility and necessity, where survival is the foremost priority.
 
The portrait of Miläwşä is one of stark reality fused with a youthful spirit that refuses to be dampened by the darkness of her circumstances. Her features may not speak of the innocence typically associated with her age, but they do tell of strength, adaptability, and the raw tenacity required to exist in a world as challenging as Umbrana.

Mentality

Personal history

The tapestry of Miläwşä's history is woven with threads of tragedy and resilience. Following the heart-wrenching loss of her father, a void yawned open in her world, leaving her alone on the unforgiving streets of West Themar. Necessity turned her small, nimble fingers to the art of theft, a means to claw through each day's daunting quest for survival. Yet, as fate would have it, her lone act of desperation, one that would earn her the Thieves mark, became a paradoxical gift, drawing the attention of those who shared her brand.
 
These kindred spirits, marked by society as outcasts, saw in Miläwşä a reflection of their own hardships and a spark of potential. They were a fraternity of shadows, a Thieves Guild, where the marked found unity in their exclusion. In this fellowship, Miläwşä found a semblance of belonging, a distorted mirror of the family she had once known.
 
However, Miläwşä harbored a secret, a singular ability that set her apart even from her compatriots in the guild — her dominion over the city's lesser-seen inhabitants. Her whispered commands to the rats and birds turned them into her silent agents, an unseen network that could ferry treasures from their resting places to her hidden hands. The ease with which she acquired her spoils brought her renown within the guild's clandestine ranks, her talents attributed to a thief's intuition rather than the strange truth of her gift.
 
As her command over her animal cohorts expanded, her perception of the city and its labyrinthine ways grew unparalleled. The realization dawned on Miläwşä that the reach of her small army could extend beyond petty larceny; she could be the eyes and ears of the city, guiding the lost and weary through its convoluted heart. It was a pivotal shift, a metamorphosis from a life of taking to one of giving, of serving as a beacon in the tumultuous sprawl of Gaf Themar.
 
It was this unique mastery of the city's secret trails that established her as a city guide, an emissary between the heart of Gaf Themar and those who sought to navigate its complexities. Her youth belied a wisdom of the streets that far exceeded her years, and by the age of 11, her official title as a city guide was both her redemption and her pride.
 
Yet, despite the turn of fortune, the tendrils of her past life persist, an insistent pull toward the thrill of the clandestine grasp, the silent cheer of a successful pilfer. It is a battle she wages silently, an invisible struggle against the whispers of a kleptomaniac's impulse, a term she'd never use to define the conflict within her.
 
Now, still only 12 years old, Miläwşä stands as a testament to change, to the possibility of using one's gifts — however unusual — for good. Her existence is a delicate balance between light and shadow, a daily navigation through the dichotomy of her nature and her aspirations. And in the vast, breathing entity that is Gaf Themar, she remains a guide, a whisperer to beasts, and a silent guardian of the city's untold stories.

Education

In the sprawling urban expanse of Gaf Themar, education can come in many forms — not all of them seated within the walls of a classroom. For Miläwşä, the harsh tutorship of survival began at the tender age of five, with the cobblestones of West Themar as her unforgiving instructors. Each alleyway held a lesson, every shadowed corner, a stern lecture on the laws of the hidden world. Her curriculum was survival, her examinations daily, and her grades measured in the bread she could steal or the nights she could evade the cold grasp of danger.
 
The streets did not coddle; they were silent observers, imparting knowledge through the sting of hunger, the ache of bruises, and the quiet camaraderie of fellow urchins. It was in the language of the market's clamor, the rhythm of patrolling footsteps, and the coded whispers of the night that Miläwşä found her education.
 
Her advanced studies commenced under the auspices of the Thieves Guild — a more structured, if no less scrupulous, pedagogy. Here, among the brotherhood of the marked, Miläwşä learned the finer points of stealth and the strategic value of silence. She was schooled in the delicate art of the lift, the weightless swipe of valuables from pockets unsuspecting. There were lessons in lock-picking, in the subtle deflection of suspicion, and the critical study of patterns and timing that underpin a city's pulse.
 
Yet, the most profound and peculiar of her studies would be self-taught: the mysterious communication with the city's animals, her "friends" as she termed them. This was her secret scholarship, a discipline unknown to her guild-mates, developed through the bond of mutual necessity and the innate whisper of an unknown gift.
 
This strange communion with the small creatures of Gaf Themar became a resource of incalculable value, a living network through which Miläwşä could glean information and orchestrate her strategies. It was a solitary study, for there were no tutors in this esoteric craft, no guides but the instinct and the growing understanding between the girl and her tiny allies.
 
With the foundation of her past, Miläwşä's present pursuit of knowledge is practical and immediate. Her role as a city guide is yet another form of education — one that teaches her the stories and secrets of Gaf Themar's citizens, the human geography etched into the living map of the city's heart. Each day brings new encounters, challenges, and the continuous, unstructured education of experience.
 
In a sense, Miläwşä's entire life is an ongoing education, her mind a palimpsest written over with the lessons of each day's survival. She is a student of the streets, where the syllabus is written in shadows and light, and every moment is an opportunity to learn something new about the world and her place within it.

Personality

Motivation

Miläwşä's motivation springs from a well of primal and profound experiences, each one etching a permanent mark upon her psyche, much like the physical one that brands her face. She has walked alongside death's shadow more often than a child ever should, and it is this intimate acquaintance with mortality that fuels her will to survive. Her fear of dying is a powerful force, a constant whisper that steers her away from danger and toward the promise of another sunrise. It is not a paralyzing terror, but rather a sharp-edged caution that keeps her senses honed and her mind alert.
 
This visceral dread has sculpted her into a creature of resilience. The streets of West Themar did not offer the luxury of yielding to fear; they demanded the courage to face it, to understand its contours, and to navigate through it. Each escape from violence, each successful evasion of the guards, and every night that she managed to find food and shelter reinforced the lesson: fear could be a guide, not just a foe.
 
Contrasting her familiarization with death is an unyielding sense of hope. It's a testament to her character that amidst the squalor and the strife, Miläwşä harbors a belief that her fate is not irrevocably fixed. Her life, though marred by misfortune, is a game of chance that she is determined to win. This optimism is not the naive sort; it's been tempered by reality's cruel furnace into something steely and determined. She sees in her abilities, her newfound friendships with animals, and her position as a city guide not just a means of survival, but a pathway to change her stars.
 
Her determination to rewrite her destiny is fueled by the tangible proof of her own capabilities. Every time she successfully navigates the treacherous pathways of Gaf Themar or eludes capture through her unique connection with her animal confidants, she is reaffirming to herself that she is not powerless. She is the mistress of her fate, capable of steering her life away from the darkness that once seemed inevitable.
 
Miläwşä's motivation, therefore, is a delicate balance between the fear that keeps her alive and the hope that propels her forward. They are the twin engines of her existence, driving her to cling to life with a fierce tenacity while reaching, always reaching, for a brighter tomorrow. Her journey is a testament to the human spirit's ability to endure and to aspire, even when cast in the harshest of lights.

Social

Birthplace

Outside of Gaf Themar on the road

Current Residence

Homeless

Contacts & Relations

Miläwşä’s web of contacts is as complex and varied as the streets of Gaf Themar itself, ranging from the shady figures in the underbelly of the city to the more respectable, albeit competitive, members of the City Guide Guild.
 
The Radwae Inn Thieves Guild is a network of allies, enemies, and those who float somewhere in between. It's a factional world, a miniature society where bonds are forged in silence and sometimes broken in betrayal. Among them, Miläwşä has a handful she might call friends – those few who have seen beyond the mark on her face to the person beneath. These bonds, often solidified through shared hardship or mutual benefit, are her lifelines in the dark. Yet, not everyone in the guild looks upon her kindly. Her unique skills and the secretive nature of her animal companions have brewed a quiet envy and suspicion among some. These are her foes, lurking in the shadows of camaraderie, waiting for a slip, a sign of weakness.
 
Within the City Guide Guild, the air is thick with unspoken rivalries. Here, competition is fierce, as each guide vies for the attention and coin of the city’s visitors. It’s a cutthroat environment where trust is scarce, and alliances are rare. Miläwşä, with her intimate knowledge of the city’s pulse, commands a certain respect, yet her youth and unconventional entry into the guild have marked her as an outlier. She navigates this world carefully, aware that the veneer of professionalism masks a seething contest for dominance.
 
Miläwşä’s relationship with the proprietors of various establishments is more transactional, yet no less important. Taverns, inns, and restaurants are waypoints in her daily travels. In exchange for steering clients their way, she often receives meals, coin, or information – currency in all its forms. These relationships are a testament to her social acumen, her ability to negotiate and trade favors. They also ensure she has her ear close to the ground; tavern talk can often reveal more than official proclamations ever do.
 
Lastly, there’s the silent network that whispers through the alleys and flies above the rooftops – her cadre of small animals. This “army” is an extension of Miläwşä herself, a manifestation of her will and a reflection of her survival instinct. These creatures, bound to her by an unseen force, are her scouts, messengers, and, at times, her protectors. They are more than mere contacts; they are her eyes and ears, a natural intelligence network that keeps her informed and, often, one step ahead of friend and foe alike.
 
In the end, Miläwşä’s relationships define her as much as her abilities do. They are the threads that connect her to the fabric of Gaf Themar, a city of light and shadow, where allegiances shift as quickly as the wind through the streets.