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myrtoABOUT
Wings Most Splendid (loose translation) are an old school, featured-in-the-crumbliest-of-scrolls family of aasimar. Demigods! Bards and clerics! Legend places them in Setessa so long as Setessa has stood, entertaining the aristocratic class with artistic and occult talents they have nurtured and carefully conserved for centuries. As one can imagine, it's a genuinely huge bummer both to them and to their benefactors that they appear to be dying out. (More than that, they rarely pop out with wings anymore, which is more of a scandal than one might think amongst the "demigods" in Theros). In recent years, there has been serious concern that so much collected knowledge and prestige might be lost -- or worse, fought over, absorbed and abused by other factions.
Myrto is thus a hothouse flower: sheltered and tended to all of her life, made pretty and soft via privilege and social training. Her education in various arts began as a baby, with nearly every hour catalogued and planned for optimum health (talk about bummers). Freedom meant sneaking: to the beach, to the market, to the library. But don't feel too bad for her, honestly. All Myrto really ever wants is to be surrounded by beauty and perfection, and her family's idyllic seaside villa was hardly a prison.
Still, she's never really left it until now, as the year has finally come to seek training away from Setessa. And Theros entirely! Talismans and silks in tow, Myrto is determined that no one ever believe how piteously she cried and begged not to be sent away. Is she really supposed to fend for herself? At a university?? Alone??? At least anyone who sees her dance can deny her nothing. That's the plan, anyway.
Myrto is thus a hothouse flower: sheltered and tended to all of her life, made pretty and soft via privilege and social training. Her education in various arts began as a baby, with nearly every hour catalogued and planned for optimum health (talk about bummers). Freedom meant sneaking: to the beach, to the market, to the library. But don't feel too bad for her, honestly. All Myrto really ever wants is to be surrounded by beauty and perfection, and her family's idyllic seaside villa was hardly a prison.
Still, she's never really left it until now, as the year has finally come to seek training away from Setessa. And Theros entirely! Talismans and silks in tow, Myrto is determined that no one ever believe how piteously she cried and begged not to be sent away. Is she really supposed to fend for herself? At a university?? Alone??? At least anyone who sees her dance can deny her nothing. That's the plan, anyway.
personality
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empathetic . hard-working . creative . encouraging . sincere
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naive . sensitive . people-pleasing . sentimental . scrupulous
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spoiled . vain . melodramatic . dependent . nosy
appearance
Luminous skin. Naturally smells of peonies. Feathers fall out of her hip-length hair sometimes, the closest thing to Wings Most Splendid anyone in her family has seen for practically a century. Still, Myrto's heritage is immediately obvious.
Myrto is highly physically expressive, often talking animatedly with her hands (thus snagging her sleeves or accidentally dipping them in tea). She is used to being teased for her telling expressions, often hiding her mouth to obscure an errant smirk or frown. She wears spectacles for reading.
Myrto is highly physically expressive, often talking animatedly with her hands (thus snagging her sleeves or accidentally dipping them in tea). She is used to being teased for her telling expressions, often hiding her mouth to obscure an errant smirk or frown. She wears spectacles for reading.
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extra notes
Myrto would like you to know that her heart is broken and it's not her fault. The story goes that when she was ten years old, she found a strange book amongst her family's treasures that responded in strange handwriting to everything she wrote. At first it was just little things: answers to questions, greetings, doodles. Then it turned into paragraphs, jokes, letters. The letters turned into Cosmo, a boy her age living in Innistrad with so much knowledge of things she'd never heard of. Another world! He was very special and made her feel very special, too, until it turned out he was a tiefling. Put a wrench in things with the family, a bit, considering Myrto shouldn't have had the book in the first place and was restricted to vetted contacts only. Now they've broken up, and Myrto cried about that even more than having to go to Strixhaven. Ah! Nothing bad or uncomfortable could possibly happen there!