Welcome to Mykria

A once respected voice of unrest, you travel the wastes looking for an ear which suits you. Perhaps you were banished from your tribe for taking things too far or your audience wasn't ready for what you had to say.

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An adept stalker of those things that would creep towards warm blood in the night. Perhaps your greatest prize still remains unhunted or you seek out those willing to pay the price for safety.

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Bred to serve nobility, you now look to serve another. Perhaps your master died long ago or your loyalty escaped you for reasons only you know.

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Artisan and purveyor of trinkets and regalia, the more perplexing, the better. Perhaps your greatest invention has yet to take form or you swindle the ignorant for your own gain.

• Your blasts produce 2x more minerals.
• You gain more material from scrapping equipment.

Your obsession with revealing the secrets that the Rybian have left behind is absolute. Perhaps your last theory was too outlandish for your homeworld or you promised riches for revealing once lost knowledge.

• You get more boon choices while deciphering relics.

Designed for highly convoluted computation, you are a prize near many stars. Perhaps the banality of your tasks prompted you to set sail or your administrator's patience had expired.

• Cannot gain spirit.
• Liked by automatons.

Even as a youngling you've hoisted the wish of the divine to into this plane with unmatched fervor. Perhaps you are a peacebringer to those who fear death or you swiftly whisk the unworthy to their end to restart the cycle again.

• You start with a Holy Book*.
  
  *Holy Books can be signed by other players to recruit followers. Your Brawn, Speed, and Spirit are determined by how many followers you have.

You are an enigma to most, finding comfort in subtle spells and incantations. Perhaps you were trained by the greatest wizard on your world or you were a casualty of an arcane experiment.

• Revered by The Velvet Order.
• Hated by The Emerald Mask.

Your fascination of the ethereal is matched only by your abhorrence for those who would dare lay with The Velvet Order. Perhaps you were touched with the gift at a young age or The Mask found you in a moment of weakness.

• Revered by The Emerald Mask.
• Hated byThe Velvet Order.

Your delicate skin still breathes underneath years of parchment and plaster, your paranoia heightening near both liquid and flame. Perhaps you were never meant to escape or you made a desperate bargain with your makers.

• Your maximum health reduced to 5.
• You cannot gain brawn.
• Your spirit has no upper limit.

Known for midnight rituals and daytime consultations, your skills are worth more than a few scales on any sphere. Perhaps a exorcism went awry or you simply find yourself in Vorn seeking more esteemed clientelle.

• You start with a Witch Totem*
  
  *Witch Totems dispel curses from you or allies. It must be recharged periodically by ritual ceremony.

You specialize in cases, satchels, and storage of all sorts, eeking out a living off those that have more baggage than scales (emotional or material, often both). Perhaps your last recipient went missing or your assignment has led you here.

• Can can carry MUCH more than your average traveler.