Mia Croswell

Name: Mia Croswell

Age: 19

Gender: Female!

Jobs: Second in Command to Nor, and owner of Her Mother's bookstore where she works when she doesn't have school or Tribe business.

Description: Mia is exactly five foot, with an extremely pale complexion. Was often referred to being the ghost in the class in school. Long lavender hair, which is surprisingly naturally that color, hanging to mid-thigh. She keeps it in a high pony or twin ponies, especially when fighting. Wears semi-formal clothes daily even to tribe meetings if Nor lets her get away with it. Otherwise to formal events she wear a red Chinese silk dress that is easy to move in, wears black pants under dress for emergencies. Tends to act more of a cat then a salamander.

History: Mia grew up under Nor's father's rein with her mother. She helped her mother in her bookstore, named Artemis after the ancient Moon goddess of the far off Greeks. Her father was a solider, for the army. He often not home so Mia knew little of him, though she knew he was protecting her by doing this job. During one of the last attacks she lost her father. For months later her grieving mother was missing in her life. Until one day her mother just withered away, finally taking her own life. Mia fought poverty from then on, took a bit but she managed to not let it show at school. When Nor took control of the tribe she applied for the second in control position.
After high school she more often then naught worked hard for her jobs. Being vice-president in school helped for the job. The way she met Nor was unsure they both didn’t seem to ever speak of it.

A Role-playing Example: Mia’s lavender eyes (again natural, not enhanced in any way) narrowed in fury at the lion she faced. It had followed her away from some younglings that she had come upon when hunting for the enemy. Nor would be angry if she let them get to them younglings thus she ran. Catching the man off guard she turned and headed towards him.
Her hands were not her best weapon and she attempted to avoid conflict as much as she could. This she couldn’t do however. She raise a hand slightly, the other slipping down the side of her leg. She regretted leaving her scythe with the older kids to protect the group until she could find Nor or mothers to send to while she fought but she couldn’t seem to find anyone. Her nails glistened as the lions attacked, she rolled to the side jerking out her hidden dagger, hoping it would be enough. His brute strength against her small size and her speed, this was not good odds. As the fight begun she managed to lay a few while dodging heavily aimed attacks, when suddenly Nor came racing in, followed by a few other warriors. She managed to let them know about the kids before she passed out. Her lost of energy leaving her vulnerable, as she was unused to fighting without her scythe.