Full Name: Mistia Chesari
Nicknames: Misty, The Barber's Daughter
Date of Birth: Shortly after The Shattering
Age: 12~18 (Reports vary considerably on her true age)
Race: Half Elf
Gender: Female
Hair: Dusty Blond /Gray
Skin: Pale White
Eyes: Ruddy Brown
Height: 4'6\"
Weight: 65lbs

Place of residence: Freeport, Beggar's Court
Place of Birth: Freeport, South Freeport
Known Relatives: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased)

Religion/Philosophy: None

Occupation: Brigand
Group/Guild affiliation: None
Guild Rank: None
Enemies: None

Likes: Emptiness
Favorite Foods: Bread, Smoked Turkey
Favorite Drinks: Water, Pineapple Rum
Favorite Colors: Brown
Weapons of Choice: Barber's Razor
Dislikes: Too much sunlight, Summertime
Hobbies: None

Physical Features: Pale skin, a soulless, empty, gaze.

Special Abilities: None
Positive Personality Traits: None
Negative Personality Traits: Homicidal
Misc. Quirks: Partially posessed by her father's spirit.

Played by What Famous Person:
Theme Songs: Switchblade Symphony - Gutter Glitter

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Mistia confounded me at first, as well. I didn't understand willing slavery. I still don't, but it doesn't make me nervous anymore. I suppose when it was so unfamiliar to me I feared I might be drawn into it, in some way. As if I couldn't guarantee I would not crave it myself, since I didn't understand what made it desirable in the first place. I don't fear anymore, though. I would never let someone reduce my identity to a vessel, a mirror for pain to be written on. . .to nothing. Even calling someone \"master\" or \"mistress\" would be an exceedingly daunting challenge.

Mistia is a lovely girl, but she is clearly broken. Variaen assured me he would understand if I'd prefer her company. . .and I certainly have noticed a trend towards seeking comfort in the arms of those similar to oneself, here. . .

But still. Even were I to crave female companionship, why would I desire one so far below me? Sweet though she is, sex is business to her. . .and her sense of self-worth is lacking.

*there is an \"x\" notation at the corner of this entry, as if denoting it is not intended for the actual book*

The most damnable thing about her is that you never know if she's telling the truth or not. Did she enjoy your time with her, or was it just business. She can look you in the eye and say, \"Oh, this I actually enjoyed...\" and you never know, you can't can't know.

I've come to suspect that something else is lurking in the heart of this young courtesan, something not of her own making, or her own will. I shall have to bring this to someone's attention.

Ahh, Miss Mistia. What can I say other than.. I like her and enjoy her company. Especially when my master is unavailable. She is interesting, knowledgable and I hope to learn more of her and the things she knows. She is easy enough to talk to and holds no judgememnt in her eyes or tone over my choice. And one of the fewer people who has taken the time to talk to me. Even if it was at the request of my master. I am pleased anyhow. Perhaps, if I am to leave his employ she could teach me her trade. But for now, its is a pleasure simply knowing her.

Having known Mistia since she was brought to Freeport as a child, it's been interesting watching this capable girl grow into an even more capable young woman. She's delt with a lot of loss recently, of family, friends, and loves. Something haunts her I do not yet know about, but we shall see what comes of it.