Aurèl Reynard - [from Latin Aurelius 'golden'] Mireille's distinguished grandfather, the Red Fox's second son, he lords it over this junior branch with an iron fist. She inherits both her determination and her possessiveness from him.

Aimé Reynard - [from Latin Amatus 'love'] Mireille's elegant mother, from whom she inherits her appearance. Aimé was widely known as the most beautiful of elven women ... until her middle daughter came of age. Her daughter's ascension to avatar of Iofiel definitely made her mother jealous, and Aimé indulges in spiteful displays of vituperation toward Mireille on a regular basis.

Sylvené Reynard - [from Latin Silvanus 'woods'] Mireille's father, who both dotes on his daughters and shamelessly indulges his wife, often resulting in disasterous familial explosions, which Aurèl then steps in to quell -- somehow.

Christelle Reynard - [from Latin Christiana 'Christ's follower'] Mireille's more than slightly arrogent older sister, Christelle believes she will be the one to take Aurèl's place when the old elf dies, not knowing that her pride has already alienated most of the community from her. When she applies herself, Christelle is charming and fascinating to be around -- but woe betide her fiery temper!

Félicité Reynard - [from Latin Felicia 'happy'] Félicité is the repressed, beaten-down, abused third sister ... or so she'd like you to believe. She spends her days contradicting her name, drifting around L'arbre in a perpetual cloud of gloom and tellng largely false tales of woe to anyone who will listen.
LIKES:

• watercolour paintings ~ Mireille finds watercolours to be the most beautiful medium of painting. They are soft, elegant, but not sharp, blending easily and flowing.
• rock gardens ~ never dying and requiring little tending, rock gardens are Mireille's idea of a good place to find tranquillity, something in short supply in the Reynard household! Large outdoor ones are appealing, but Mireille prefers smaller indoor ones, constructed of gemstone chunks in wooden boxes.
• gemstones ~ the natural, if rough, beauty of the earth's adornments are a joy to Mireille's hands. She has a large collection of stones, ranging from rough to polished to faceted, and finds pleasure in running her hands through them.

• music ~ Oddly, the beauty of music doesn't appeal to Mireille; she finds more beauty in things she can see, touch, or smell. Her musical aesthetics have probably been spoiled from listening to Félicité's constant - and off-key - dirges.
• holidays and festivals ~ Stemming from the days before she became Iofiel's chosen, Mireille will always try to find excuses not to attend or participate in festivals, soured on them after many years of being forced on display for them.
• her hometown ~ Since becoming avatar of Iofiel, Mireille has felt that her home, beautiful and peaceful though it may be, is much too small and confining for the possibilities that have opened up before her.

• flower arranging ~ a quiet, soothing activity, Mireille finds that the precise art of flower arranging helps her to remain at peace in the often tumultuous Reynard household. Having to remember that flowers are fragile enables her to keep a decently tight rein on her temper, essential in dealing with her mother.
• meditating ~ Mireille began studying meditation at the age of ten, when her beauty first began to manifest, as a way of coming to terms with an inheritance she never wanted. While she doesn't resent her beauty as her mother does, when younger Mireille aspired to be a warrior maiden, and foolishly believed that being beautiful meant she had to stay home and be treated like fragile and precious crystal. Now she meditates partly out of habit.
• calligraphy ~ One of the skills required of a Reynard daughter, calligraphy is Mireille's preferred hobby. She can spend hours slowly copying a piece of poetry or famous saying in delicate lines, and experiences great frustration if she messes up. Commonly she will give completed calligraphy to special friends as birthday or holiday gifts.
• martial arts ~ Owing to her youthful aspiration to be a warrior maiden, Mireille began studying martial arts at the same time as meditation. She continued when she discovered that men would not necessarily care if she was interested in them to press their interest, and needed a way to discourage their advances. Now she practises the martial arts both as a way to keep her body in tone, and because she has grown to love the elegant and studied movements of the arts.

Since childhood, Mireille's single dream has been to find a daring, handsome, loving man who would stay devoted to her and they could get married. All too often, she has found that the men around her have been either scared off by her beauty or scared off by her mother, or worse yet, assumed that someone so beautiful couldn't possibly have anything resembling a mind. Being chosen by Iofiel hasn't helped that situation any, but at least now she feels she has a legitimate reason to leave L'arbre and go out into the world -- where, she feels, there may well be men who will look past her astonishing beauty to see the loving woman within.
APPEARANCE: randomly generated using My CharGen

• Eyes: Mireille's eyes are slightly slanted, and a living shade of jade green. Liquid and brilliant, they can fill with tears or laughter at the drop of a leaf, but Mireille saves the drama for emergencies. She keeps no secrets, and her eyes often wear a frankly sensual expression.
• Hair: Mireille's curly, ankle-length fox-red hair is her best feature. It shimmers brilliantly in sunlight and deepens to a mahogany brown in moonlight or candlelight. Despite its tremendous length, rare is the occasion when it appears unkempt or disarrayed. Her preferred style is to have the locks about her face pinned back with an assortment of colourful butterfly-shaped clips, but she has been known to wear it completely loose, in a myriad of braids, or somehow sleeked up into a braided bun.
• Build: Standing at 4'9", Mireille is deceptively tiny. Completely proportional to herself, her arms and legs are long and elegant, concealing a wiry and moderate level of strength. Her salient trait is agility, not strength, and she takes best advantage of her flexibility. Long, shaped fingernails give her hands grace, and swift, deadly elegance is the trademark of her movement. Mireille is left-handed.
• Face/Skin: A pointed chin, matching the pointed ears of the elf, gives Mireille's face the delicate look of an artist's rendering. Narrow eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a slightly-too-long, pointed nose carry out the impression further. Sensual, full lips are just a bit too wide to keep her face in balance, but time tends to make most viewers overlook those slight flaws. Her skin is an even honey tan, making the green of her eyes very startling. On her right shoulderblade, a colourful and delicate tattoo of a butterfly hovering over a Lover's Lotus can be seen.
• Voice: Clarity is the most marked characteristic of Mireille's voice. Generally a pure soprano in tone, her voice, like her body, possesses remarkable flexibility. When she is feeling seductive or being especially charming, her voice drops into a husky alto register. Alternately, it reaches an operatic soprano level when she is being bitchy.
• Clothing/Jewelry: Mireille tends toward clothing that reveals the curves of her splendid figure without actually displaying anything this virgin girl isn't willing to offer. Shades of blue, green, and cooler purples complement her complexion, eyes, and hair; and backless, strapless, or off-the-shoulder gowns display her tattoo to effect. For riding or adventuring, split skirts are the theme of the day, with a vest-like top that often bares her arms to the shoulder. More formal occasions call for extreme elegance and formality in her dress, resulting in jeweled gowns fit for a princess. Other occasions, she is usually to be found in a long skirt.
  Typical jewelry ranges from lavish displays of gemstones (on any occasion her mother gets her hands on her) to more preferred simplistic medallions and rings. A copper disk with her symbol usually rides in the hollow of her throat, depending from a narrow black velvet ribbon. Silver and copper bands adorn her fingers, one a stylised butterfly filigree, another a two-toned twist, a third engraved with her name. Enameled disks pierce her ears, and a butterfly ear clip caresses her upper right ear. She also is usually wearing an embossed leather case at her left hip for throwing stars. She tries to keep a total of ten on her person at all times.

Mireille is a very romantic person. She enjoys relating to people, and matters of the heart are never routine or boring for her. While she is extremely refined, devoted, and discreet, a wild love affair is well within her capacity -- provided her partner is equally devoted. A jealous streak occasionally mars her deeper relationships.

Loyalty is the key to Mireille's deeper nature; loyalty to ideals, to companions, to family, and to self. Conflicts between these loyalties can immobilise her thinking processes, but all the same there is a clear hierarchy to her devotions, with her duties as an avatar coming above all. She expects others to meet the same standards she sets for herself, and feels personally insulted when someone fails in this. She thinks of those who have earned her loyalty as 'her people', and will defend them with all the ferociousness of a mothering fox. She is both possessive and protective, jealous and caring, and deeply resents anything or anyone who takes her people away from her.

There is a lot of spice in her nature, excess and extremes in her actions. She has a strong sense of justice, and she can fly off the handle when she feels she has been treated unfairly. On the surface she can seem docile and amiable, but underneath she'll fight at the drop of a hat. Her ideals are her guiding stars, and she sticks with them no matter what. There's also a streak of pride in her nature that restricts her from ever stepping below her natural position or station in life. Equally so, being secretive is entirely foreign to her; too proud to believe that someone could harm her by way of things that might be better kept to herself.

Mireille likes and enjoys people, and when someone crosses her or takes advantage of her, she's a little bewildered. Personality is her greatest asset, personal charm and attractiveness. A friendly personality and the ability to put her personality across makes people like her very much. The emotional balance, courtesy and friendliness inherited from her mother's family blends well with the stability, firmness, determination, and set purpose inherited from her grandfather. Aesthetic inclinations are strongly marked in Mireille, with deep interest in art or music.

Firmly set in her ways, Mireille dislikes any attempt by others to change her. While an open hearted and friendly person, she is more than a little self-centred and self-indulgent, enjoying surrounding herself with the luxuries of life. Fortunately for her, her family is well able to support this quality in her.
HAILS FROM: Ile: Ile de Bonté, the isle of kindness
Town/City/Other: L'arbre des Bijoux, the Tree of Jewels - In actuality, this is an elven community centred about said tree. Beautifully designed, the town is a series of concentric circular streets with three wide avenues spiking out from the central tree. The Tree itself is a work of art, a gigantic, once-living tree now covered with precious metals and jewels. Legend foretells that there is a spark of life buried within the Tree, and that an avatar will come to bring it back to glorious life once again.
HISTORY:

Born the middle daughter of the prestigious Reynard family -- albeit a minor branch -- Mireille grew up with all the privileges of a noble daughter. From an early age, her beauty was apparent. Her mother pressed her into service rather too often for town festivals, and thus began the pair's tradition of dissension. Mireille always felt she was different from her immediate family, and deliberately took up hobbies to distance herself from them.

The older she grew, the more distance she put between herself and her family. She spent less and less time at home, for several decades, until her grandfather put his foot down. He wanted her to be his heir. So Mireille would spend her days practising her meditation, her martial arts, and wandering the surrounding forest, and her evenings attempting to help keep the peace in the Reynard house while doing calligraphy.

It would be untrue to say that Mireille was unhappy growing up. She wasn't. Granted, her family wasn't really the place where she wanted to be, but she found contentment being a beautiful roaming forest maiden ... she broke quite a few hearts during those years. Once Aurèl made her come back home, she broke a few more just being her charming self to the various elves who visited the home. Mireille was always the most popular of the Reynard sisters.

She never dated, however. Somehow she always felt that none of the men she knew quite measured up to her standards. It didn't help that they were clearly more infatuated by her appearance than her personality, and she grew to resent this. She began to declare that she would only marry a blind man, partly simply to annoy her mother, who had ensnared Sylvené simply by being the most beautiful woman in the world -- until her daughter came of age.

The older Mireille got, the more beautiful she got, and the more Aimé resented her. One of the biggest reasons Mireille accepted Iofiel's offer was to get away from her mother and the expectations of her grandfather. She still has her old resentment of those who only admire her for her beauty, but now, at least, she can get some use out of that beauty, instead of having her family resent her completely.

Mireille just wants to get away from old history, preconceptions, and lifestyles. She's ready to try new things, and she'll gladly go along with anyone in pursuit of that. She wants to change the world, for the better.
POWERS:

• Captivate : As the most beautiful female in the world, Mireille is charming and captivating all by her own self. However, the invocation of this spell means her charm can't fail. The avatar of Iofiel becomes so devastatingly beautiful that anyone who lays eyes on her cannot resist anything she asks. This is the mild version of this spell, and thus if she asks someone to do something that is utterly against their will, they can resist. Equally, it is possible to break away from her beauty enough to resist her will under this spell. On the other hand, even women, children, and old folks cannot escape the influence of this spell; they too will be captivated. Mireille herself doesn't like this spell much, and only rarely invokes it, feeling that it is unfair to compel people to do her will by her beauty; also ... well, people tend to follow her about after this spell has been cast on them. Captivate costs more energy then Style, but concentration varies by range of influence. She can attempt to affect just one person, a couple, a roomful, or anyone within sight range. However, it becomes progressively harder, without some divine influence, for her to hold the captivation for any great length of time the more people she's trying to affect.
• Captivate II : The more powerful version of Captivate, Captivate II overrides any ability to resist in the subject. However, Mireille can only cast this on one person at a time, two of she strains or has help. Anyone under the influence of Captivate II will remain at Mireille's command until some other avatar or angel/demon breaks the spell somehow. Alternatively, Mireille can change the spell so that instead of binding the subject to her by her beauty, she becomes blindingly beautiful -- literally. When variation 1 of Captivate II is cast, anyone within sight range that Mireille hasn't specifically excluded from the spell will go blind if they gaze at her for more than two minutes. She cannot cast variation 1 without specifically requesting Iofiel's help and naming the persons she wants protected.
• Style : the simplest of Mireille's spells, Style is what allows her to manage her mass of hair as easily as she does. With a snap of her fingers (and a little bit of concentration) Mireille's hair twines itself into whatever style she wishes, looking perfect. She can apply this to another person as well, but it takes longer and considerably more concentration, as she has to be able to picture the style they want from their description. Thus, pictures of the style obviously make this spell a lot easier to work. The more complex the style, the longer it will take for the spell to complete, but for such an easy spell there's very little energy output.

• Eyes: In wereform, Mireille's jade-green eyes do not change, a fact that is most startling. Seeing the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world looking out of the face of a fox, albeit a humanoid fox, can give one quite a turn.
• Hair: In wereform, the abundant hair that is Mireille's best feature spreads to cover her whole body with a coat of fox fur in the same shade. The fur is soft and warm, and her tail is tipped with shimmering silver. Typically she wears her hair in one long braid studded with razor-sharp bits of steel in this form.
• Build: Much taller in wereform, Mireille stands at 7'4", a looming yet still elegant figure with the face and body of a cinder fox, modified as needed to stand on two legs. Her strength is correspondingly greater, and movement slowed slightly, but still graceful and deadly.
• Face/Skin: Mireille's face becomes the face of a fox, with pointed muzzle, pointed ears, and bright eyes. A pattern of white fur on her right shoulder mimics the tattoo she wears in elven form.

Iofiel constantly courts Mireille's heart -- not seeking to win her to be his bride, but in order to keep her emotions free from constraint. This is a source of friction between them, but not the only one. Mireille feels that Iofiel's blessing on her is a curse that drove her apart from her family, and resents this. However, for the most part she realises that it is not entirely Iofiel's fault, and the pair do get along, especially when events bring them to battle with the demon avatars. Here they consistently work in tandem, Iofiel's greater knowledge of his granted spells easily complimenting Mireille's martial skills, the iron fist in a velvet glove. Although, caught a bit by his own granted power, if Mireille asks him for help, he will always grant it.
ARMOR:

Mireille's armour is constructed from hard but flexible bluegreen leather. It fits her form -- any form -- like a glove, showing every curve of the Avatar of Iofiel. The sides are a lacework of leather, and each lace ends in a faceted jade crystal. A carved cabochon of jade rests just above her breasts, circled by a filigree of silver. The top piece is sleeveless, and the leggings vanish into heeled boots studded with more jade bits. Silver bracers cover her lower arms, enameled with her symbol and inset with jade strips around the top and bottom. Fitted leather gloves encase her hands, and when in this armour, Mireille generally employs the 'Style' spell to bind her hair in a mass of small braids bound about her head, save for two or three which hang down her back.

The point of Mireille's armour is less protection and more display of her form, whatever it may be. However, imbued with the magic of Iofiel, it will indeed protect her to a point.
WEAPON: throwing stars, elaborately jeweled and constructed from diamond-hard titanium. At least ... those on display on her person are elaborately jeweled. The ones she throws apparently come from somewhere unseen and seem to be made of razor-sharp steel.
SYMBOL: stylized iunirabu (Lover's Lotus)
POWER: Silken Fist [de soie poing]: the throwing stars Mireille flashes about appear to be gaudy and useless trinkets, but her power enables her to transform their beauty into deadly strength. Mireille's weapons are specially fashioned for use with this power, and she cannot use it on just any weapon. But with her throwing stars, she can magically alter their composition from bejeweled titanium to razor-sharp and unadorned steel and back while they are in flight or in her hands. Once they strike, she has no more influence over them until she retrieves them. Although even Mireille is unsure of the exact design of the spell, apparently what happens is that when she invokes the power her angel switches the decorative star for one far more deadly, then replaces the decorative star at her command.

The arboretum of the Reynard house was filled with a deafening babble of screams and chatter. Most of the members of the Reynard family were squared off against each other in the sort of battle that was all too common there. Mireille slammed down her calligraphy brush. "I think I'll take a walk." Silence filled the arboretum as she strode out past Félicité, skirts swinging with her determined stride. Behind her, the babble broke out again. She could hear her mother's shrill voice shrieking, "Mireille, you come back here!"

Leaning against the cool wall, Mireille took a deep breath, releasing as much of her anger as she could. A gentle breeze brushed ringlets off her neck. Opening her eyes, she went to her room and quickly changed clothes. She stepped outside, revelling in the wind that ripped her hair out of her face and plastered her clothes to her body. A storm was rising, blotting out the sunset, and no-one was on the streets of L'arbre des Bijoux but her.

The Tree gleamed in the gathering dusk. Mireille bent over the pool between the roots of the Tree, posing a bit before catching herself with a giggle. She splashed her face, and when the ripples cleared, a second face was reflected beside hers. She shied back, instinctively startled by the sudden appearance of someone who should not have been able to sneak up on an elf. Stepping backward, she bumped into a solid form that closed arms around her.

Mireille tensed, preparing to fight back, and the arms let go. Immediately she spun around, and met the eyes of the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Or was it a man? The figure seemed to blur and shift through forms, the only constant being the sheer astounding beauty of it. Her mind froze, only automatic processes continuing. She blinked, and suddenly the figure was just a man, a very handsome man, but a man.

"Who are you?!" She gulped, realising that this man could do anything to her if he chose to captivate her again.

The voice rumbled through her chest, seeming to carry an otherworldly power. "Iofiel."

Mireille's mouth fell open.

Iofiel smiled, and her knees went weak. "You are lovely under any emotion," he said, putting a finger under her chin. She slapped his hand away reflexively. His smile didn't change. "Keep that fighting spirit, Mireille. You will need it, as my Avatar."

"What!?" she blurted. "No. I can't."

Iofiel just looked at her.

Mireille tried to back up, away from his suddenly frightening figure, away from the new future he offered. Hadn't she been wanting to get away? Hadn't she wished she has an excuse to leave, to make something of herself besides another Reynard councillor for L'arbre? "You're the Angel of Beauty. You just want me for my beauty!"

Iofiel looked stunned. "But ... no ... you have misunderstood! Your beauty is indeed stunning, but I would never choose an Avatar based on appearance alone -- even for myself!"

"Why should I believe you?" Mireille took up a fighting stance.

"That is why I want you!" Iofiel took a step forward, and Mireille bristled. "You have a fighting spirit. You may be the most beautiful woman in the world, but a beautiful doormat does me no good. I must have an Avatar who is willing to fight for what is right."

She lowered her hands, eyeing the Angel. He seemed sincere enough, although for all she knew Angels could lie as easily as they breathed.

"I know what you want," he continued persuasively, "You want to make a difference. You want to change the world beyond L'arbre des Bijoux, beyond Ile de Bonté, and I can help you do that. Jsut take my hand, Mireille. Let's go make some changes."

She eyed him again. To be able to do good in the world ... Mireille laid her hand in his outstretched one.