Name: Mira Williams? Alice Martin? Wendy Murray? It's hard to tell anymore.
Age: Somewhere in her mid 20s
Gender: Female(in base form)
Affiliation: Silver Tongue
Alignment: Rebel Neutral
Appearance: Her form is ethereal, looking like a semi-translucent, white, reflective surface in the shape of a feminine humanoid, with no other features.
Weapons: None in base form.
Abilities: Her abilities consist of the ability to change her form to that of any creature she can see, one at a time, with a cooldown of 1 post in between shifting from one alternate form to another. In her copied form, she shares the abilities of the copied individual, the knowledge of these abilities, competent experience with them, and fragments of memories and personality picked up from the copied individual. The longer she holds the form, the more of the other person's personality she copies, along with the experience of having their memories, but being unable to recall them on command. In base form only, can float to an extent and travel through reflective surfaces.
Personality: She seems to be a curious person, but other than that one trait, her personality seems relatively unstable. One minute, she could seem nice, like a curious child, while the next she could be an angry rage to be dealt with, or quiet, or anything in between.
Bio: Fragments of memory all seem to meld together for her, making recalling her own life before...this...difficult. All she can tell is that her parents were...well, they were. Whether they were good or bad can't be determined, but they kept her alive, at least. It wasn't until she was 17 that her abilities manifested, that much she remembers clearly enough. She was walking with her friends in the woods when something came barreling towards them. Instinctively, she shoved her one friend out of the way, getting hit by whatever it was, knocking her out. When she awoke, she was...this. Then she was her friend. Then her other one. Her mind was already being attacked by this strange ability. She felt her friends' fear of her new form, before she ran off into the woods in a confused, scared, and distraught haze.
Next she remembers, or next she remembers that she knows was her own memory, she met a man. She doesn't remember his name, but what he called himself: Silver Tongue. He seemed nice. He accepted her, and he even said he would be there for her, if she was there for him. From then on, she worked to help him how he needs, in return for his care, and the care of his other friends, the work usually consisting of going out and finding stuff out about people, and returning to him with whatever information she could gather before it melds in with the rest of her memories.