[center][h1][color=DA6BE5]Mira Andrul[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Human / 26 / Female
[b]Location:[/b] Kitchen[/center]

Though the sneering man may not have seen it, Mira lowered herself in a very formal bow, still wearing her cheerful smile throughout the many insults.  Such opinions were hardly new to her, nor did she imagine his would be the only sneers and jeers she would encounter that day.  It was simply her lot in the coven.  Certainly, she could have left at any time to start her own life... but who could possibly choose a boring "normal" life over one filled with magic and living history?

"Forgive me, sir, but I'm afraid you're mistaken on a few points," she answered, her tone still bright and friendly.  "The fault lies with me, however, for not introducing myself properly.  My name is Mira Andrul.  That name, I believe, should better apprise you of who I am."  Though they currently lived in hiding - witch hunters had gotten too close to them - Mira's parents were both long-standing members of the coven.  They weren't original members, but her great grandparents were.

Or they had been, more accurately.  They, too, had been claimed in the initial wave of hunts.  Her grandparents had served in their place, but alas, neither had found the power to achieve immortality.

"Be assured, however, that I have no intention of waving my great grandparents' name about like a flag.  I may not have magic, but I can still make myself useful."  She stood once more, beaming her best "won't be brought down" smile.  "So if you have need of anything, you need only say the word.  As the [i]unofficial[/i] servant girl, I'm happy to do my part."  So saying, she opened the pantry door and quickly gathered up her cleaning supplies.  After many years of practice, she was a master of carrying an uncomfortable amount of things at once!