Race: Half-elf

Sex: Female

Age: 26

Height: 5feet 7inches

Hair: Crimson

Eyes: Hazel

Mylia lost her parents when she was quite young, leaving her no place to go but her uncle's. He was nothing like his sister, Mylia's mother. Instead of being caring, he treated her like little more than an animal. She didn't know if it was because of the Elven blood running through her or his hatred of her mother.

He had placed her in a small room in the basement of his brothel, doing chores after hours to earn her keep, only to be locked back in the room during the day. When she did something that displeased him, which was quite often, he would throw her in a tiny compartment hidden within the wall of her room. This developed a horrible fear of the dark within her delicate psyche.

When she became of age, her uncle began to notice she had grown into a very beautiful woman. It was something she grew to regret, for he used her as an object to pleasure men to make money. Slowly, day by day, he would let her out of her room to serve drinks, refusing his customers her charms until the right moment - a day Mylia would never forget.

Finally, after ten years, she was no longer the shy and sheltered girl she once was, and she had escaped. She traveled as far as she could, but nothing seemed to be far enough from the wretched man who he would not allow to be called her family. Coming to the Broken Dagger, she was able to attempt to change her life around, hopefully for the best!