Profile of Muriel

The beauty of the sea is captured within the woman’s coat, the swirls of her flag colors raised high to mimic the ebb and flow of the ocean’s breath. Of greys and blues and whites the woman emulates her parents – the pirate soul of her mother, and the ice king of her father – almost perfectly, a split, her mother’s hue laid across that of her father’s hues in much the way she’d consumed him in their passions. The woman holds herself with the confidence of someone who knows her place and knows her skills, her talents, her way of life. With feet placed steadfast and with absolute surety, her gait is fluid and quick. Her voice a gentle siren’s rasp against the ear. With the gold hues that she so prefers, she looks out until the world with a chaotic, hungry gaze. Those very same eyes light up at any prospect of a challenge, any hope of being able to gain some kind of quarry that another cannot have, those eyes sparkle with the fact that she and she alone controls her own freedom.

Muriel was born into a tumultuous situation; a chaotic existence in which she survived and eventually thrived within. But, to understand, one must start at the beginning. The beginning, however, is also forged in a strange and chaotic situation. The encounter between Nevaeh and Rhelenso was something of a quick, heavy passion, both taken with each other, smitten, and hungry. In Nevaeh’s eyes, the man was not getting what he needed from the other woman who she could scent upon his pelt. She dealt the man his cards, and together they played a game of poker faces and smirks.

That is… until the hands came into play. Three days was truly all it took for them to satiate their passions for each other, before parting ways, never to meet again. But Nevaeh thought of him almost every day – especially when she gave birth to a single pup who shared the man’s grey and white, holding a mixture of her own hues within them. The daughter that was a strangely perfect melding of their pelts, hers laid upon his in a languid fashion.

The pirate woman gave birth to a daughter who was little more than a rebellious brat for the longest time… But eventually, the young Muriel forged herself into something of a forced to be reckoned with. Within the first year of life, she blossomed and proved more than once that she could handle the rough and tumble way of life that her mother was so accustomed to. The child made friends with thieves, murderers, whores, each of them enjoying and adoring her free-form spirit as it grew and formed into a pirate just like her mother.

Tragedy struck but only a few months before she reached her second year of life. Her mother, in a fight, fell and injured herself. What had distracted the woman, Muriel will never know, but she does know with absolute certainty that her mother loved her and wanted the best for her. In the woman’s dying breath, she divulged the last name of Muriel’s father – opening a world that she had never known. Now, the young girl wonders if any of her other family exist within the kingdom if any others fight against the King’s rule as she feels so-called to do, if only for the sake of her own freedom.