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The de Mercatria family were merchants; and, as the monarchy fell and gave rise to the council, their wealth and their power grew to rival the nobility of old. Naturally, their pride and corruption grew proportionately, as well.
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To this ostentatious line Myriaventre Acraseia Bounnevea de Mercatria found herself born, the third out of five children. From an early age she was taught how to handle the affairs of business and politics, but she found herself not as adept as her siblings. To make things worse, she did not seem to hold any promise in magic that could be used to create or handle merchandise. She was deemed a failure, and her parents considered just marrying her off for clout. Naturally, this made her a gloomy, repressed child.
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A twist of fate lead her to find her true calling, when she was around 20 years old. The de Mercatrias made a show of being pacifists who decried the use of magic in combat, even as they hired mercenaries to guard them and to destroy their enemies covertly; but at a whim the family head decided that perhaps their children should learn a little self-defense. It was here that the closeted Myria learned swordsmanship... and she found that she was good at it.
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She was very good at it, in fact, that she found that she even excelled in magic that augmented her martial combat. She became obsessed with this one thing that she excelled in, and she wished to become even better at it. She sneaked out of their compound to participate in all sorts of matches, underground or illegal or otherwise. She found in one of these matches a mentor, who, while harsh and crude, allowed her to polish her magic from an instinct into a skill.
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Of course, at this high point, everything comes crashing down. She had managed to join a couple of Sorcerer's League matches, and these were a bit more public than what her family could ignore, and they put their foot down on her violent hobby. She was imprisoned in their mansion, but finally coming to terms with the idea that her family would never support what she wanted, she cracked. Laughing hysterically, she broke out, obliterating all those sent to guard her in a show of force.
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She ran away to the seedy district of Fersen, and found that her martial skills were prized as a mercenary in the Black Market. Here she also learned of the Grimm Troupe, and found herself admiring their ideal of anarchy, having despised how she was shackled for most of her early life. With a little effort, she managed to find the secreted remnants of the revolutionary group, and joined them.
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Years passed. She appeared in the Sorcerer's League again, and began selling her services in Augury Square as well. With her return to Rosa, she found that her family had decided that she was not worth the time to chase. That was all well for her; she'd cut ties with them, after all. Instead of the name of de Mercatria, she began calling herself Myria of Blades. The rest of her name was too long anyway.
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Eventually, she advanced in rank among the Troupe with her flawless skill and ruthless demeanor, enough to become one of the its leaders, the one in charge of Rosa, at 25. She has a laissez faire approach to dealing with her subordinates, but it has proven effective.
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Soon she would bring freedom to all.
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Additional Notes:
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- She likes to fight.[break]
- She likes cute things and cookies.[break]
- She hates smoke, and will cut off your cigars/pipes/etc. if she smells them in the vicinity.[break]
- She really likes to fight.[break]
- She may actually spare you even if she beats you, if she thinks you'll be an interesting opponent in the future. She also dislikes attacking helpless people... because they can't fight back.[break]
- Have I mentioned she really likes to fight?