Mireille Ashworth
Fighter, Eldritch Knight
Mireille Ashworth
Species
Half-Elf
Appearance
Mireille is a battle-scarred half-elf woman whose warm hazel eyes remain startlingly gentle beneath deep, chronic shadows of exhaustion. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a severe tactical braid threaded with copper wire, old identification tags, and one child's blue ribbon. Her face is narrow and weathered, with a split left eyebrow, a pale burn-mark curving from her jaw to her collar, and tiny flecks of silver at her temples. She moves with economical military precision, never wasting a step, yet her hands tremble faintly when she believes nobody is watching. The overall impression is of a tired schoolmistress who could dismantle a siege engine with a letter opener. Her most contradictory feature is her smile, which is soft, genuine, and almost maternal even while she is preparing to kill someone.
“Low, measured, and deliberate. Mireille speaks like a lecturer who has learned that every sentence may need to function as an emergency command.”
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Distinguishing Features
Glowing aether-burn scars form branching blue-white lines over her hands and forearms.
A split left eyebrow and a pale burn scar curve along her jaw.
A child's blue ribbon is woven into her tactical braid.
Her breastplate bears dozens of tiny repaired punctures, each marked with a date and a name.
Her hazel eyes become almost golden when her protective ward activates.
Voice
“A husky contralto worn thin by sleepless nights, with a faint metallic resonance when she speaks near active wards.”
Clothing
A heavily scuffed, spell-stitched steel breastplate worn over charcoal academic robes reinforced with hidden leather panels. Her sleeves are rolled to the elbows, revealing faintly glowing aether-burn scars across both forearms. She wears practical boots, fingerless gloves, a brass key ring, and a weatherproof cloak lined with handwritten emergency procedures.
Body Language
Mireille keeps her shoulders squared and her body angled between visitors and vulnerable initiates. Her left hand often rests near her sword, while her right hand offers tea, documents, or a steadying touch. When truly angry, she becomes completely still.
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