Myra Sunveil




Description - Myra is a small girl. Standing just 5'2" and weighing a slight 90 pounds. Her waist-length, golden hair hangs loose and seems to dance in the wind about her. Pale green eyes, once holding just innocence, now regard the world with an intentness belied by her mannerisms. A delicately crafted bow of wonderous quality hangs across her back, while a small harp is strapped to her belt, and a quiver of arrows rests on her left hip.



History - Myra was born of strange circumstances. What she first knew of her past, she presented to the Council in the following letter:

"To the Council of the Grey Company, Myra Sunveil sends greetings. The story presented herin is no less and no more than I know of my past. "My father was a high elven healer born in Evereska, on a world he taught me to call the Forgotten Realms. Elendill was his name. "My mother was a drow priestess of Lloth, born and raised in Skullport. Her name was Phyrra. "One would wonder, as I have, how this union came to be. Make no mistake, I do not pretend that what I know of this is the truth. I only know that it is what my Father has told me. "My mother, at the behest of her goddess, was sent to spread corruption among the surface elves. So it came to be that she joined a group of adventurers, posing as an outcast in need of protection. My father, I imagine, was much different then. "Over time he fell in love with Phyrra. After a few years of adventuring together, they settled just outside of Waterdeep... and had a child. They named her Myra. "After I was born, my mother revealed her true nature and tried to take me into the Underdark with her. This heritage is why I was fully named Myra Sunveil. My name implying the shadow I was to bring to the surface elves. "This, however, is where my tale becomes even confusing to me. Laina, who is really my cousin, was sent to live with my father when her mother (his sister) died in an accident. Father says it was at this time, both of us babes, that he took us and travelled to Sosaria to hide me from my mother. "My earliest memories are of my father's estate outside of Trinsic and our winter retreat on the Isle of Fire, and helping my nanny with Laina as a baby. I was nearly 60 years old, I believe. I remember nothing of the journey here, nor of my life before. And my father refuses to speak about it. "From then to this day, approximately 35 years have passed. I learned nothing of the world outside my father's walls until I left home, only a short time before finding Tel'Ruid. "My father, I fear was affected more adversely then he knows by his ordeal with my mother. He hated Laina for being a half elf, having taken on a new philosophy of racial purity. I think the only reason he did not shun me, is because I was *his* daughter. Though, while I was never without anything I desired, he did not spend time with me if he could avoid it. "While Laina was treated as a blemish to the world, I was treated as a princess - a nickname Laina still calls me to this day. I felt sorry for Laina, and tried to sway my father to be more kind to her. "When Laina reached the age of 15, Father fired our nanny - the only one who had treated Laina and myself as equals. It was at this time that Laina began to sneak out. I would always cover for her, and over this time, despite my father's attempts to prevent it, we became very close. "And I fear, dear Council, there is no more to tell of my tale. Take what you will, how you will. "I thank you for your time and consideration.

~Myra Sunveil~


Myra's unremembered years have been since revealed to her in Reverie. Her mother took her, upon her birth, to her home city of Skullport. There Myra was raised to fulfill her namesake of "Sunveil" up until her 55th year, when her father lead an expedition into the Underdark to retrieve his daughter. Once he had her, he fled with his daughter and his niece into a little known world called Sosaria. Since Myra gained admittance to the ranks of Tel'Mithrim, much has happened to her. Dreams of her first years of life haunt her. Dread spiders speak to her with messages from her mother. A bond sundered broke her heart. Dealings with Mord'sythe, Scion of Baal'morda - Daemon Lord of the Dead, have left her mind shadowed by the harrowing of the daemon lord. And even since then, a lich lord threatens her into cooperation to his deadly plans. Only time knows what Fate holds for this elfmaid, yet to reach her 100th year.



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