Miew

Miew, Clockwork Slayer

Miew
Status	Active
Race	Gnome
Gender	Female
Guild	Moon Mage
Instance	Prime

Description

She is Clockwork Slayer Miew, Battlefield Scribe of the Order of the White Rose, a Gnome. She has an oval face, almond-shaped brown eyes, and a small nose. Her curly brown hair is shoulder-length, worn tied back in an intricate five-stranded braid with framing ringlets. She has rosy skin and a slender figure. She is short for a Gnome. She is an adult.

Miew wears a delicate golden jes-rose circlet nestled into her curls, a prominent third-eye sun medallion resting against her forehead, and a pair of inventor's spectacles featuring thick, brass-rimmed yellow lenses and multiple retractable layers. Intricate, filigreed silver earcuffs adorn her pointed ears, matching her silver eyebrow ring and the various rings adorning her fingers as she works.

She is dressed in a heavily detailed, ivory and gold-threaded fabric ensemble featuring pearlescent, iridescent scaled-plate pauldrons along her shoulders and arms, accented by fine lace cuffs. A dark, weathered leather tool-strap crosses over her chest, anchoring her gear.

On the workbench before her sits a highly complex, miniature clockwork automaton shaped like a cat, its bronze and gold gears exposed and glowing from within with a faint, multi-colored arcane starlight.

History

The Clockwork Slayer & The White Rose

Miew serves proudly as a Battlefield Scribe of the Order of the White Rose. Despite her small, unassuming Gnomish stature, she has earned the formidable title of Clockwork Slayer. She approaches the complex, mathematical mysteries of Enlightened Geometry and Teleologic Sorcery with the precise mind of an engineer, mapping the battlefield's shifting variables just as easily as she touches and tinkers with physical mechanisms.

Primal Sight & Mechanical Wonders

Miew possesses a boundless, childlike fascination with the physical world, often distracted by a passing phrase: "Oo, peice of shiney! " Yet beneath this eccentric, whimsical exterior lies a brilliant arcane theorist. She prefers the bustling crowds of the Crossing, where she can seamlessly blend her love for inventing with her duties as a scribe. Her presence reflects this duality; she bends moonlight and tears open stable Moongates with cold calculation, always accompanied by twenty-five orbiting ebony slivers and a localized micro-climate of lazily drifting ruby drakes.