[b]Name:[/b] Mysaren Fortier
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Description:[/b] 6'3, with her hair usually kept in long, black dreadlocks that go down to just above the middle of her back. She has dark brown skin, and deep blue eyes. Her face is littered with scars and burns. She's usually seen wearing long black robes with a red trim. Underneath, she just wears a grey tunic and black pants. She carries around a knapsack, which is filled with various books, ink, and parchment. She keeps a short sword on her belt for protection. 
[b]Occupation:[/b] Scholar at the local college. Works translating old texts for the library.


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	The library's lanterns were blown out one by one as the night crew worked to give everything ready for tomorrow. Mysaren bit the skin of her left thumb as she worked, right hand working diligently to finish her latest project. Ash shiasta yi ifieth, it's translation being, The history of the dark, was turning out to be a bit more interesting than her other translation jobs. Instead of some old farmer's logbook or the history of irrigation, it seemed to be about something the author referred to as Ash Harai Cas.

	In all of her other texts, she couldn't seem to find any other mention of Ash Harai Cas. The only words she could translate were Ash, which means The, and Cas, which means ones. So, the Harai ones. Harai being the word that was lost. It didn't matter much to her, though. The book seemed to be a rather niche read, speaking in almost entirely in metaphor about some strange, dark creatures that lived on the outskirts of the universe. Her head started to throb a bit as she read more about them, so she skipped ahead a few pages.

	The part she was working on now almost read like a ritual, talking of eyes of dragons and various plants and herbs. Summoning the Ash Harai Cas seemed to take a lot of work, and before she knew it, it was midnight. Her eyes strained from working by only candlelight, she shuffled the texts into her bag before gathering her things and making her way to her home. 

	Glad to be within the confines of her own property, she noticed a flyer stuck to the door of her home. Help wanted! Full time positions... The Silver Dagger?  She looked the flyer over a few times, wondering if it was perhaps some odd joke. It seemed to be completely serious, and it seemed like  quite the opportunity. Her interest in the supernatural and her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she held onto the flyer tightly, as if it would go away if she let go. Besides, she could always go with a bit extra money.

	However, it would be in poor taste to go this early in the morning, she had decided, so she slipped inside of her home. The flyer was slipped under her pillow, andt she quickly fell into a deep sleep. A shroud of darkness soon fell over her, and quickly overtook her.
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