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A tall and somewhat pudgy Mi'qote of the Moon Tribe, hailing from a far off island range. Her skin is dark from the sun and healthy, her hair once red, has began to grow pale unnaturally, the red only clinging to the barest of spaces now, her smile easy and relaxed and her manner welcome and warm.

There are thirteen emotions, 26 base needs, 106 grand desires, 257 ephemereal qualities, 7 Bodily Humors, 13 points of Chakra and 108 leaves of the Tree of Sepiroth.

She seeks to perfect herself, body, mind, soul, spirit, aether, all. To become balanced, harmonious, and understanding. And the only way to seek wisdom is to seek others.

In the eyes of others, one finds clarity.

When out and about she is often quiet and would seem shy if not for the fact she seems completely relaxed wherever she is most often found, sit in a particularly shady spot, she meditates.

Due largely to her philosophical and scholarly outlook combined with her dedication to martial practices she has a wide and esoteric set of opinions, ideals, and faiths, and is usually happy to share them, often saying she swears she will believe anything told to her if the person telling her is willing to do the same in return.

She has no particular distastes or tastes, rather taking to any situation, stimuli, experience or substance offered her with a curious outsiders view, though her incredible desire to remain polite and treat each person she meets as a revered and respected individual leads to some taking advantage of her gentle and kindly nature.

Mi'amae's sense of direction is absolutely atrocious, and while she's perfectly capable of fighting or conversing blindfolded, her habit of leaving one or both of her eyes covered while walking around has lead to her rarely having any idea of where she might be and frequently stumbling into things or getting lost. She believes this helps strengthen her sense of purpose.

Her only vice? An old, long pipe she sometimes smokes from when completely at ease. Whatever it is she imbibes only further relaxes her and makes her decidedly sluggish and even more prone to philosophical converse.

She's incredibly nearsighted, and tends to meander rather slowly, sometimes bumping into things when she's moving due to looking at the sky or not the way she's going. Occasionally her parlance is a bit peculiar.