Myrrin

Nearing seven feet at times, Myrrin are a tall and slender heritage of deliberate mind and composed bearing. As varied in path as they are consistent in presence. They choose what suits them and pursue it with quiet precision, whether blade, spell, shadow, or scripture: Strength of build matters less to them than strength of purpose. Their skin ranges across the full spectrum of violet, a pigmentation whose origins even the Myrrin themselves have largely forgotten, though something older than memory still stirs in it. Many carry inked patterns upon their skin, markings that arrive through ritual, trial, or the quiet insistence of lived experience; recording what words cannot, in ways rarely shared and almost never explained. The shadows are theirs in a way that belongs to no other heritage; the most attuned among them move between unseen paths with an ease that suggests the dark was always meant to accommodate them. Some cannot do this at all. Never would one dare to say so.