Name: Mimas Nox

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[i][b]Appearance[/b][/i]

At a glance, Mimas seems like your typical barmaid with short brown hair, tanned skin and eyes the colour of fresh honey. However, if one were to take a closer look, it would be easy to realise there was something not quite right. 

Her clothes were made of cotton that was just ever so slightly too fine for someone of her pay, her jewellery too well made and her bag and belts made out of leather that was just too expensive. One might think she'd stolen these items but those aspects mixed with how well educated she was, it was apparent to just about anyone that she didn't fix the mould she was seemingly desperate to force herself into. 

Outside of the peculiarities, Mimas had a sweet smile and kind eyes with the air of someone that was just too kind. Always with an easy smile and a light laugh, the woman was a breeze of fresh air compared to the rough dockmen and scantily dressed working women around her. 

Mimas had a constant companion in that of her grey owl, a clever and protective creature that was never far from his master's side or shoulder. The pendant around his neck matched the collar worn by Mimas, the golden amulet had some sort of family crest but it was so worn it could hardly be seen on either of the necklaces. 

Even with her ever-present smile, it was said that sometimes you could see a deep sadness in her eyes. A sadness of someone who had loved and lost, over and over again.

[b][i]Personality [/i][/b]

Always the free spirit, Mimas hated staying in the same place for too long. She jumped from port to port, easily getting a job in whatever tavern she chose. With her easy-going way and ability to put people at ease, it wasn't hard to see why it was easy for the barmaid to find work. 

Although it was easy for her to make people like her, she always struggled to let anyone truly know her. Sure, she was an open book when it came to the simple things. Her favourite colour, what her drink of choice was, her favourite port, hell she was even happy to tell people how awful her exs had been, but anything deeper than that, you were better off trying to find Blackbeard's treasure. 

Beneath her smiles and laughter and effortless ditziness, was an intelligence she kept very close to her chest. She preferred people to underestimate her, it had it that much funnier when she pulled the rug out from under them. Be it playing dumb playing cards and then wiping the floor with her opponents, to outwitting the smarmy noble that would occasionally try to talk down to her because of her station. 

Outwardly, the woman was a ray of sunshine who could light up a room and make anyone's day just that bit easier. But, sunshine casts shadows and Mimas certainly had plenty of things that needed to be hidden in the dark. 

[i][b]Background[/b][/i]

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Mimas grew up as Luna Knight, the oldest child of the noble Knight family. 

The Knight family were infamous for being ruthless and unforgiving. Crossing their paths in a negative context was a surefire way to have a target placed on your back, and the backs of every person you ever loved. 

This was how Luna's family climbed the social ladder, killing or otherwise disposing of those in the way and never giving it a second thought. There were many rumours of the horrors the Knight family committed. One particular rumour spoke of a noble family that was slaughtered in the dead of night in the name of the Knight family. 

Luna grew up with no knowledge of her family's evil doings. As far as she was aware, until the age of 15, she had a simple family. A loving mother, a doting father and a sweet younger brother. However, when she turned 15, this illusion came crashing down around her. 

She had been too excited to sleep on the eve of her birthday, eagerly awaiting the morning and all the gifts she was sure she'd be given. Ever the impatient one, the teen had snuck downstairs in hopes of seeing her parents preparing for the next morning. 

While she did indeed see her parents organising her birthday gifts, the things they spoke of would haunt her nightmares for years to come. 

"Did you see how much blood that brat had? I thought it would never stop!" Her mother cackled with glee.

Her father nodded, chuckling in response. "Oh and the way his mother begged! Honestly, I am overjoyed I will never have to hear her shrill voice again! I am so proud of Felix, he did us proud. It's a shame his sister failed the pet test."

"Oh I know. I feared she would never stop crying over that stupid mutt. We should have killed him before she became so attached. But, she is a..soft girl. Better to keep her in the dark and marry her off as soon as we can."

Luna quietly ran back to her room, tears streaming down her face. This was not the family she knew and she refused to continue to refer to them as such. 

The teen packed what she thought she needed and fled in the dead of night, Luna became Mimas, Noble became nobody and a beloved daughter became a missing child. 

It didn't take long for Mimas to get a job cleaning tables and from then on, she was a tavern girl. Just another face in the crowd and if she had her way, it would stay like that.
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