Mirabelle is the illegitimate child of a Magnimarian noble who arranged for her to be raised in Sandpoint by Titus Scarnetti. An astounding beauty, Mira has had to fend off the frequent advances of Lord Scarnetti while not alienating him to the point that he threw her out. Old enough to strike out on her own, Mirabelle is partially ready to cut her ties with him, but does feel a sense of duty for all the years that he supported her and provided for her. Mira knows that many in town snicker about her living with the old man and she endured frequent shaming as her entitled living, yet lack of a family name, signals to the community her illegitimate birth. Besides Lord Scarnetti, there are several other men in Sandpoint who have tried to seduce or take advantage of her.  Lady Scarnetti, in particular, is resentful of Mirabelle's presence and the effect she has on her husband. Mirabelle has learned to protect herself but is familiar with only the most rudimentary weapons. More often, simply uses evasion to avoid finding herself in an compromising situation.

For the last two years, she has spent time in Galduria attending a school for the arcane arts. In part this was at behest of Lady Scarnetti, who felt the arcane college was a good way to distance Mirabelle from her husband. It was here that she became a fledgling sorceress. She has proven to be a decent but not outstanding student.  The college is geared more toward wizards and Mirabelle was more interested in the social opportunities. She is determined to gather the wealth and power that will enable her to secure a proper position amongst the nobility. She has returned home to Sandpoint at the request of Lord Scarnetti. 

Lately she has devoted considerable energy to establishing the Artists' Collective, as a way to encourage beauty and good in the world.

Corrath el-Karam was born the 5th child to a poor family in the newly formed Kingdom of Kwanlai on the Eastern shores of Tian Xia. Lacking resources to raise a large family, Corrath was sold into bonded servitude to a ship's surgeon as soon as he was old enough.

His early years on the Jamuna were a trial for Corrath. He showed little aptitude for the healing arts, which caused friction between him and his mentor Skrieth, but eventually he did shine in his ability to mix tinctures and unguents. This set the foundation for his skills at alchemy and earned him his place on the Jamuna. In time the captain of the Jamuna gained enough money to buy charts for oceans to the far West and set out to establish trade routes between the nations of the Obari Ocean. Seaking fame and wealth he spent years plying the sea lanes farther and farther West.

Eventually disaster struck the Jamuna. While sailing in the Northern reaches of the Obari ocean she came under attack and was captured by slavers sailing out of the Shackles. Much of her crew were captured, including Corrath. He was clever, adept at language, and had a valuable skill so he was sold quickly and spent a time being traded from one owner to another. Eventually Corrath found himself in the service of a Chelaxian merchant who used him as a translator and bookkeeper. This new owner's travels took him frequently to the Varsian port of Magnimar. On one such trip Corrath seized an opportunity to flee his captivity and finally gained his freedom. He fled East to Sandpoint where he felt safe enough to settle down. Sandpoint, being a town with many mysteries, appealed to Corrath and he set out to start a career as an Investigator to earn both fame and fortune in this new land.

Unlike most people, Mark remembered the day he came into being. The cotton clothes he wore and the sturdy chair he sat in spoke of someone who valued quality. The room was recently cleaned with only a handful of trinkets proudly displayed on wooden shelves that lined the walls. The sun spotlit a hardwood work bench and tools recently oiled. And the book that sat on his lap felt heavier than should have been possible.

That day 20 years ago, and the following handful of weeks, would later turn out to be full of revelations that sprung from the book. The diary of his previous life. He was an Android. A synthetic being that was essentially Human. Olive colored skin, pumping organs, and short brown hair. He felt the instinct to insist he WAS Human. Well, if you ignored the silver metallic tattoos and synthetic blue blood, he was Human.

The book was made for him. Made by “Velin” as his previous life called himself. To educate and guide Mark in a way Velin never got to have. Bank of Abadar accounts and codes. Crafting tips so he could sustain himself when needed.  Guides on how to appear human in manner. Velin’s belief in Brigh, however, left the most impact on Mark. Feeling a deep connection with the Iron Goddess, Mark found himself strengthened and empowered in a way he suspected Velin would find familiar.

It also gave him permission to sell anything he currently owned. Velin did not want Mark to feel tied down by a life that was not his own. At first, Mark pretended to be Velin for the sake of security. When he felt more confident in himself years later, he donated most of what he had inherited and wandered West. Occasionally stopping and aiding smaller communities with engineering problems. Mending equipment and creating toys for those he met. Finding comfort in larger cities and briefly stopping his journey to record his own diary that he would leave for whoever occupied his body next.

Now, his journey has brought him to Sandpoint. A perfect place to rest while he works on his book.    

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