Disclaimer; Nothing in this story is owned by anyone but me. So far.
And yes, this is the character I use in stories, RP's etc etc.
Myra's POV:
I was running from the disaster that just occurred, those bandits, my village... First, I have to find a dry place to rest... I am running through a damp forest, cold and half dead from the blood lost those bandits caused me... A cave! Now I will retell my story... I was coming back home after collecting herbs for my mother, who was dying due to a bad fever. By the way, I am a 15 year old girl with a sick mother and no father that I know of... After I came back from my little 'hunt' to find many villagers from my village lying on the ground... Dead. I ran to my mothers house, dodging the spears sticking up out of the ground everywhere... As I eventually made my way to my mothers house, I found it perfectly fine. I went inside and my mother was gone. I searched the whole house trying to find her, but ended up getting scorched as my house went up in flames. I ran out of the house in time to survive, but I saw bandits running around, setting every house on fire, the one that done my house saw me and ran after me, cursing and throwing what seemed to be daggers at me. I was only hit by a few when I lost him in the labyrinth of a forest, luckily, I knew this forest inside out. That is how I ended up here, in this cave... I don't know how long I can live, but I promise, Mum, to get those bandits back... Soon. I don't feel too good... Maybe from the blood loss... Ugh...
Normal POV Myra passes out... Someone is running towards the cave she went to...
Vi's POV "Hello?! Anyone out here?!" Using my telekinetic senses, I have been tracking down the one lucky survivor from the bandit rampage... All I know is that she is a young female and needs medical attention quickly...