Myara Nishto

Name: Myara Nishto
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Shapeshifter
Status: Single



Appearance: As a fox, her fur is plain brown and she has blue eyes.

Personality: Myara usually laid back and kind; however, she will snap at those that think it funny to irritate her. She has a somewhat short fuse when it comes to adults (foxes and humans alike). She is somewhat more patient with children because (more or less) they are cute. Though she tries to be kind to whatever living thing crosses her path, she has no qualms about attacking someone that attacks her.

Her instincts as a fox tell her that it is okay to kill for food and self-defense; suffice it to say that she is not squeamish toward blood. It has gotten to such a point where she has lost empathy for the dead—what is one insignificant life, more or less?

Her greatest fear are hounds, especially those that hunt. She'll shy at the sight of even the most friendly dogs. This is a great irony of her character: though she is fine with killing others, she fears death.

Abilities/Skills/Weapons: She has two forms: a human and a fox. She is most accustomed to being a fox and therefore cannot be rid of her fox ears as a human.

In addition to her two stable forms, she can transform into a bear and a bird; however, these forms are very unstable. The thing about her unstable forms is if she stays that way for more than a few hours, or something goes wrong, her body will try to transform into everything at once and, unable to take such a strain, it will fall apart.

Due to the fact that her most effective form for fighting, the bear, is very unstable, she instead chooses to mix various explosive potions and then toss them. At this point, she can only mix the most basic explosive potions. Otherwise, she will use her teeth and claws as a fox to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

History: Her mother was a fox and her father was a shapeshifter. Make of this what you will.

Myara spent the first few years of her life as a fox. She got used to hunting and thinking as such; so when her father came 'round to help her mother with rearing their child, they argued long and hard as to weather Myara should be brought up as a human or not.

After a year of arguing, they reached a compromise: Myara would be raised as a human, but she would never learn to shift into any other animal but a fox. The father took Myara to his cottage at the edge of Arelia Village. He had to tie her to a tree to keep her from running away.

Over the next few years, Myara learned to be a human. Though she could never completely get rid of her ears when she transformed to a human, she managed to work around it: she often wore a hat in public. However, she was distant and often went back to her fox-like ways; her father often saw fit to keep her tied to the tree in the yard.

One day, when she was ten years old, Myara managed to break the tether and escape. She had only wanted to see her mother, who had disappeared in the last few years. It was easy to find her mother—it was rather hard to miss the stench of her blood.

Myara was shocked to see a pack of hunting hounds catch her mother and bring the old fox's life to an end. It was only when the hounds turned to her did Myara hastily turn into a human and flee.

Her father comforted her: "She was only a beast, dear. A stupid beast. They are not known for their affection."

Make of that what you will.

...

Her father, besides being a shapeshifter, was a chemist in his spare time. He taught Myara to make various potions: potions that exploded, potions that grew plants, potions that made a person's hair grow. Myara delighted in making potions. However, she was a slow learner when it came to chemistry so she in her 18 years could only get a hold of mixing a simple exploding potion.

She began to transform into a fox more and more as she grew. Her hunting skills as a fox grew rapidly, and her instincts as a fox began to outweigh her instincts of as a human. It was only when a passing traveler remarked, "that's the only thing you can shift into?" that she decided to experiment with other forms.

Myara tried first with a bird; she'd always wondered what it was like to fly. She had no luck in the first month of practice; however, after some intense meditation, she managed to transform into a sparrow. Her father, seeing her sudden interest in transforming into other things, cautioned her of one deformity that ran in their family: unless she was well-acquainted with the form, that form would be unstable. He told her of his aunt that had tried transforming into a mink and ended up with her limbs—well, we'll leave that to the imagination.

Happy that she should be interested in expanding her shapeshifting prowess, Myara's father sent her to travel the world and practice as many forms as she could until they were stable. Myara was ready to leave in a fortnight; she kept the collar that had kept her tied to the tree as a memento.

Other:
+Likes—raw meat, being a fox, sleeping near a fireplace, swimming
-Dislikes—vegetables, hunting hounds, dogs in general

Theme Song: The Pikmin title screen music. I kid you not.

Roleplay Sample: {The Mother Incident}

Tug and tug and tug, ignore the choking feeling, just pull, claw at it—now, chew! Yank the rope one way then roll back as it gives way. With a shudder, get up and turn tail on that old prison. What was there but an old man unwilling to let his daughter have her freedom? What else was there but to run, free as an autumn zephyr?

With a happy yelp, leap forward, legs pumping, the wind whipping through dark brown fur, eyes stinging. What does it matter? All there is is the feel of the grass as it crumples underneath, the clods of dirt that fly behind as frantic paws fly ahead. The morning air is sweet in young lungs, the sharp cold refreshing.

And then, a thought races across the mind.

Mamma.

Yes... that was the goal. It was such a long time since her form had curled around the youngster, so long since her rough tongue had tugged against the matted brown fur. Another burst of adrenaline comes, and the feet are again moving forward, endlessly, until the nose twitches with familiar scent. A delighted turn, a happy yip to greet her.

Then the sounds of a pained howl, the growls of hungry dogs. The scent of fresh blood. There is no more breath left, only a dizziness as the eyes stare at the unmoving mother fox.

Fresh growls as the hounds sense another fox nearby. A jolt of panic as the shapeshifter realizes that she's the only live fox around for miles. Tears sprinting down human cheeks, a human with fox ears running away.

That was the end of mamma.