Miz

Miz (a.k.a. Mizeri)

She is the eldest of three siblings, born and raised on the streets of Magnimar. Her physical differences from the rest of her family were a shock at first, but came to be seen as just a peculiarity - it certainly made no difference to the Magnimarite nobles who lived above them. Growing up, she always had a fascination with and affinity for fire, which eventually blossomed when she discovered that she could control and manipulate it - an awakening resembling those of sorcerers, but somehow different. With her family struggling to get by as it was, Miz decided to use her new powers to try and make it as an adventurer, adopting the name 'Mizeri' to take advantage of her appearance to strike a more fearsome presence than a teenage rat might otherwise afford. As Mizeri, she acts bold and brash, larger than life and uncaring who's offended by it - if the world is going to hate you, may as well give them something worth hating.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Miz is a three and a half foot tall ratfolk. Living on the streets for much of her life has made her physically weak, but agile and hardy.

Body Features

She is short and light, even for an ysoki her age, and her Cambion blood has given her short curved horns along the top of her head, and vestigial wings.

Facial Features

If one were to look very closely, they might notice that her teeth are a little sharper than those of most ysoki.

Apparel & Accessories

Miz is almost always wearing a dark armored cloak, and intentionally leaves it unfastened to show off her physical peculiarities. In her words, she has nothing to hide, and they make her look quite badass.

She sometimes wears a mask shaped to look like an ysoki skull to bolster her intimidating visage.

Mental characteristics

Gender Identity

Miz is confident in being a girl, though she doesn't place much value on traditional femininity.

Sexuality

She finds both men and women attractive - she favors relationships and friendships with other women, and had a girlfriend back in Magnimar, but physically prefers men.

Miz has a very casual view toward sex, having no proclivities toward sleeping together with someone she just met as a bonding activity - especially so after learning that her demonic blood rendered her infertile.

Failures & Embarrassments

While walking the streets of Magnimar in her preteen years, she was once captured by traveling performers and put on display in their show. As such, she has an aversion to such groups.

Mental Trauma

Miz still has internalized distaste for her appearance, and certainly notices the glances she gets from strangers. This often causes Miz to lash out if she's feeling judged.

Intellectual Characteristics

Despite a lack of formal education, Miz is fairly quick-witted. She sometimes feels self-conscious of her lack of knowledge on a subject and will try to feign understanding.

Morality & Philosophy

Miz is generally good-natured and values the lives of other people, but due to her upbringing views the law generally as more of a list of guidelines than actual rules. She knows how tough it can be to not have anyone on your side, and often jumps in to defend the underdog even if she doesn't fully understand a situation.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

While Miz is primarily motivated by money in the short term, she's also a hero at heart and wants to put more good into the world than bad during her life.

Likes & Dislikes

Miz likes drinking, favoring cheap halfling beers, and despite her size isn't easily intoxicated - this has been a major source of some of her income on the road, challenging unsuspecting men in taverns to drinking contests. Miz also enjoys the company of people who don't judge her by her appearance, people with whom she can turn off her boastful act.

She dislikes those who would hurt others or allow them to come to harm for their own gain. She's also wary of circuses, due to an unfortunate childhood incident.

Virtues & Personality perks

She is very caring with those that she's close to ("motherly" if you want your eyebrows singed) and will often put other people above herself as she did with her siblings growing up.

Vices & Personality flaws

Her caring nature can easily become overbearing, especially so if she's convinced she's right. It's not uncommon for her to butt heads with her family and friends because she thinks she knows what's best for them.

She can be slow to warm up to people given past trauma, and is quick to violence if she feels threatened.

Personality Quirks

Is left-handed. When thinking, has a habit of running a small flame between her fingers as bored students would a pen.

Hygiene

Due to growing up in the Magnimar slums, she is fastidious about her cleanliness, as that was imperative to staying healthy growing up.

Social

Family Ties

Her parents and two siblings still living in Magnimar whom she hopes to help move somewhere safer and nicer

Religious Views

Miz isn't overly fond of any of the core pantheon worshipped in Varisia, but does have a reverence for fire that borders on spiritual, and in times of doubt will meditate holding a flame and seek guidance in its warmth.

Social Aptitude

Miz is a bit wary of strangers, as she never knows what prejudice someone might bring to the table regarding her appearance, and as such there's precious few people outside her family that she allows herself to get close with.

In conversations she's prone to sarcasm and light taunting if not full on insults and intimidation, as she gets a rise out of angering those she perceives to look down on her.

Hobbies & Pets

Miz enjoys games of chance, card games above all else, and tries to always keep a pack of cards on her person. Even if nobody else is willing to play, solitaire is always a good way to pass the time.

Speech

She tries to make up for her size with loudness when the time calls for it, sometimes too much so. When being sincere, Miz can have difficulty asking for help directly from others, often causing her hinting to be lost on the other person.

Miz is a young adult Ratfolk who wields the power of fire as a Kineticist. She wears an unfastened cloak for armor, indicating that leaving her Nephilim heritage exposed is very intentional.

Current Location
Sandpoint
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Alignment
Chaotic Good
Honorary & Occupational Titles

The Rat Queen (self-appointed)

Dragon - She was called this in Magnimar - both affectionately and to mock her - due to her horns, wings, and talent for fire.

Age
19
Birthplace
Magnimar
Children
Current Residence
Traveling
Gender
Female
Eyes
Amber
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dark red-brown fur
Height
3'6
Weight
55 lbs
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Known Languages

Common, Ysoki, Pyric, Varisian

Prose - Flight of the Rat Queen
Toliday, 16th of Rova, 4707.

Miz the rat downed her seventh pint of halfling beer and slammed it back down to the table, only to find the human across from her slumped down, head laying in the puddle still dribbling out of his sixth. She jumped to stand on her chair, quickly reaching across the table to scoop up his wager before it would be sticky enough to reconsider, then hopped to the floor and quietly left her opponent and her tab behind.
Ducking to a side street, she sat on a dusty crate and opened the coin purse to make sure she hadn't been swindled - fifteen gold, just as wagered. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen so much gold at once, let alone held it. Miz smiled to herself and dumped the contents into her own purse before she tossed the tallman's aside and hopped up to her hooves. She turned to leave, and found her path blocked.
Two people were at the entrance to her alley, one leaning against the wall of the bar and another watching her. Humans, from the look of it, though Miz couldn't be sure in the soft light of the quarter moon above. "Lookie here, Paul. She finally noticed us," the standing one said, prompting the leaning one to look her way.
"Greedy bitch was too invested in counting her steal to hear us," Paul said. "Hey. You cheated our friend, and we're here to get back what's his." He stood up straight next to his friend and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. "Don't make us make this ugly, freak."
Miz looked between the two of them, and kept her eyes focused their way as her left hand reached down to her hip. The two men tensed as she brushed her cloak aside, then visibly relaxed as she brought a half-mask in the shape of a skull up to her face and fastened it. "Sirs," she said, raising her voice, "you have the honor of addressing Mizeri, the Rat Queen. The wager was simple - I drank seven, your 'friend' not only five. His coin is mine. If you know what's best for you-"
"Liar," said Paul's friend. "You ain't even four feet tall, how're we supposed to believe you could put away four drinks like that?" He took a step closer. "I says you're a liar. And a cheater." He pointed at her, "those horns ain't even real, are they, freak?"
"No, no, Jazz," Paul chimed in mockingly, "I'm sure they're plenty real. Little demonspawn bitch can't make an honest living looking like that, can she? I bet they love you over at the Underbridge. Tell ya what, freak. I'll let ya keep the coins if you work your magic on me."
Miz's amber eyes shone bright behind her mask, and she laughed. "Paul, yeah?" she called over to him, and looked him up and down. "I'll have to pass. You don't look like you could please any woman, let alone someone as experienced as me." She winked to him, and orange ambers began to dance in the air around her. "Jog on."
Paul flicked open his switchblade and charged her, his angry swipe going wide. Miz ducked past him, then twisted to plant her hoof against the back of his knee - it connected, and his momentum carried him to the ground where his knife clattered to the floor and bounced out of reach. She started to run toward Jasmine, who planted himself low with his arms wide. "You've got nowhere to run!" he shouted, and Miz smirked. The embers dancing around her glowed hot, and with a burst of flame she slid past him faster than he could react to stop her, her hooves and paws drawing dust trails from the dirt road as she briefly came to a stop, then sped off down the street with a delighted cackle. Jasmine looked after her, and hesitated for a moment before he turned back to check on Paul rather than give chase.
Miz sprinted for several blocks before looking behind to check if she'd lost the men, then laughed and leaned against a wall to catch her breath. It was late, and few people still walked the street who didn't live there. She took stock of her surroundings, and realized she was a good ten minutes from home. The embers continued to accompany her as she walked the dark streets toward home - even if they did not provide much light, they helped her cut an imposing figure and would hopefully make any would-be mugger think twice.
She thought about the two men who'd attacked her, Paul and Jasmine. They claimed to be friends of the guy she'd drunk under the table, but they hadn't actually used his name. She didn't recognize them, either, and thinking back realized they'd had some sort of accent from a place she couldn't even guess as to where from. Putting those together, Miz reasoned they'd likely been sailors stopping by in Magnimar who thought they could make a quick coin off someone who wouldn't fight back. Hopefully, that meant they wouldn't know her, either, or think to complain to Jaijarko. The last thing she needed was that scumbag knowing she had gold coins to clink together. And just in case he did hear…
Still several blocks from her home, Miz hoisted herself up some scaffolding and the embers around her died down, leaving her in near total darkness. She found herself in a small hidey-hole above what passed as a market street in Rag's End, small enough that it was almost never occupied when she needed it. Getting herself as comfortable as she could against the hard wood, Miz took off her mask and pulled her cloak over herself, pulling just enough from her inner fire to keep her warm through the night before drifting off to sleep.
Morning greeted her gently, pale sun straining to reach her through autumn clouds and the musty planks around her. She listened to the light din of business below her as she woke up, then carefully crawled out of her sleeping spot and dropped down to the street. She stood, stretched, and straightened her clothes, before joining the small crowd of shoppers. Out at the docks, Miz drew a lot of eyes for her appearance - even in a city as large and well-traveled as Magnimar, an ysoki was a rare sight, let alone one with cambion blood like herself. Here at home though, here in Rag's End, she was old news. Just another one of the unfortunate souls trapped here without much opportunity to leave.
She wandered over to a fruit stall, standing on the box that had been set in front of it for shorter patrons like herself, and waited. The Halfling girl who ran the stall was grabbing new stock for the counter, and soon turned around to greet her. "Miz! What a surprise. What brings you here this early?"
Miz leaned forward onto the stall, grinning up to the clerk. "Oh, y'know. Was out late earning my keep. Figured I'd stop by on my way home."
The clerk giggled. "You? Must've been a fine gentleman to appease your standards. I bet he gave you a nice, juicy tip, didn't he?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Miz smirked, then leaned in to give the halfling clerk a gentle peck on her lips. "Morning, Sam. I was out late drinking, and managed to get some money off the guy. Some idiots tried to shake me down for it after, but I gave them the slip."
Sam laughed, smiling. "Good girl. Better with us than them. Anyone we know? I hope you stayed out of trouble this time."
Miz shook her head, and thought back to what she'd concluded before sleeping. "I didn't recognize them, I think they were sailors. Didn't seem to know who I was, but it was kind of a lot of money. That's why I stayed the night here, just in case. Actually, I have a pretty big favor to ask of you." Miz looked over her shoulder, then hopped off the box and slipped behind the stall where she opened her coin purse to show Sam how much she'd won.
Sam's eyes went wide, and she stared at Miz. "What are you gonna do with it? What if...?"
Miz nodded. "I know. I'm going to play this safe, just in case. If he did tell Jaijarko... Well, I'm not going to go by home, just in case it's being watched. Could you tell my family that I'm going to skip town for a bit? I know, it's a big ask, and I'm sorry-"
Sam cut her off with a hug, which was quickly returned. "I understand, Miz. I've always known... I mean, look at you. The Mouse Queen Mizeri has always been bound for greatness. I've known you since we were both little, and it's time for you to spread those wings of yours for a bit." She started to pull away, and Miz opened her mouth to say something but Sam cut her off with another kiss, soft and delicate. "I know you'll be back. Listen, there's a little town about three days east of here, Sandpoint. My family's from there. There's some big festival happening there soon, maybe you can take a little vacation and enjoy yourself for a change." She hugged Miz again, giving the rat a kiss between the ears.
Miz held herself there, the warmth of her inner fire dwarfed by what she felt whenever she held Sam like this. The fur around her eyes felt wet, and she squeezed Sam all the tighter before pulling away. "I think you're right. Who knows, maybe I could even cut it as an adventurer, I'm getting pretty good with my fire. I'll send you a message when I can and keep you updated, alright?" Sam nodded. Miz fished for her coin purse and pulled out one of the gold coins, slipping it into Sam's palm. "For you, and them. Stay safe, please. I love you." She gave Sam another kiss, then ducked into the alley behind her stall.
Miz would sneak her way to the Seacleft, the massive cliff that separated the two halves of her home city, and find a way to the top of it. If she was going to strike out on her own, she'd need supplies. Get ready world, here comes Mizeri.

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