Miranda Rose

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Miranda Rose
Molly and Miranda
Also known as Andy
Class Wizard
Gender Female
Race Human
Alignment Neutral Good
Place of Birth Mostly Unknown
Faith None
HD 11


History

Andy travelled to Arkaz after hearing about the Nuvar Mage School, which she then successfully joined after less than a week after arriving on the island with her pseudodragon familiar, Molly. Since then, she's made herself a place in the school, and has been taken under Ronan Grey as his apprentice. She currently ranks as journeymage in the school.

Andy does not tend to talk about her past beyond hearing about the mage school and "finding" her spell book. However, from her accent to her mannerisms, she appears to be from an incredibly low-class background. She has an overwhelming fear of fire, but also seems to dislike bears quite a lot, despite having absolutely no problem with undead creatures, demons, snakes, bugs, etc.

Appearance

Because I forgot to write anything useful in her little examine box.

Andy is maybe five and a half feet tall and of average build and weight, though she has a good bit of muscle on her for someone who spends a lot of her life in a library. She has a round, young-looking face with a small, upturned sort of nose, fairly nice lips, grey eyes with short, pale lashes and rather sparse brows, and a large number of freckles. Her hair is ginger red, straight, fine, and dry, usually kept up and out of her face in a plain sort of style. She has small, almost embarrassingly childlike hands, with small blunt fingers and short nails, which she tries to keep as clean as her adventuring lifestyle allows.

Overall, Andy gives off a strong feeling of an overdressed commoner. She is usually friendly and "genuine" as a person, but has few true social graces; she mimics the gestures of others she sees, but always with a sort of unpolished awkwardness.