Midget Kai'Ironhand

Never turn your back.

Real Name: Michelle Silva
Joined Belegarth: 12 April 2011
Home Realm: Aquilonia
Secondary Realms: Acheron and Ered Duath
Unit: Redeemed
Race: Halfling-Goblin mix
Favored Fighting Style: Florentine
Secondary Fighting Styles: Club and Board, Single Blue

Events Attended: 3
Chaos Wars XV

  Volunteered: Trash Collection, Weapons Check
  Nominated: Sexiest Goblin Elbows
  Participated: Highlands of Chaos, Assassin's Tournament as Mark (Stipulation: hug on death) & Newbie Tournament

War of the Gate V

  Blarg stuff?

Samhain ..number

Appearance

Fully grown, the halfling made it to a overgrown size for her race (an extra ten inches, one would say) at four feet, ten inches, due to her goblin crossbreeding. The mix also left her to be far more thin than halflings generally were, and left her with no fur on her feet or curl in her hair. There is a tinge of green hidden in her skin that seems to become more apparent as she loses control. As the blood fights for control within, it also continues to affect the color of her eyes and hair, darkening and lighting as one gains more control over the other. While banding with the Redeemed, she often does colors such as blue, black, and silver, but when left alone to band with the Uruk-hai she reverts to brown and black clothing, even occasionally taking up a shield from their dead. After Chaos Wars 15, the last heirloom of her family--a silver armlet handed down since the beginning of the line--had been stolen away by one of the race of men, leaving her right arm naked to infuriate her. To make up for the bare-ness, she has enlisted in the making of leather armlets instead.

History

Some halflings are far more adventurous than they should be, adventuring around the continent--even to some places such as the Misty Mountains--and as such, fell upon an ill fate. It was while trekking upon the mountainsides in the late evening that a group of halfling travelers were attacked by a group of goblins, who proceeded to kill, torture, and rape all that were there. It was by mere luck of chance that a group of men were patrolling to stave off the raids that had been occurring in their villages that they heard the screams. Out of two dozen halflings, only three made it out again. Sometime later, a girl was born, and given the name Mishalar.

But not a one was prepared for the monster she was. A rare occurance of fowl crossbreeding, it was quickly discovered that when met with certain triggers (raw meat, shouts, the strewn weapons of men) would give her a poorer disposition--a split personality between her somber and crazed sides. She found a fascination at an early age with battle and murder, and as she aged her temper could be lost into something beastly. The Hobbits would not support such a child in their community and exiled the mother and child from their lands, leaving them to live in the wilds. They happened upon a town of men and would make their living in someone's attic, attending to the laundry or taking messages cross-country. It was on one of these ventures that Mishalar lost her sanity during an attack and not only slew the orcs about her, but her mother as well. After delivering the message (something about a trade of horses for weapons and other goods), she never again returned to her employer, but found an abandoned home in which she sat inside and talked crazy for weeks on end, making locals fear her sanity.

A dark man caught word of the crazy girl who, on occasion, had in fact attacked the men almost frequently upon her teenage years, and scouted her out. After a shuffle (in which she lost) with the man he laughed and said, "Quite the fiery little Midget, ain't ya?" and located her with a band known for their assembly of creatures from canine humanoids (such as Holo), undead, and banshees, among other things--the Redeemed. Here she was trained and given arms, never again to use her birth name for the rage it caused--instead taking the name from the stranger that sought her out. The unit in question was aligned with Uruk-hai, and so she has been known to battle alongside their twisted ranks, killing those that would mock and outcast her.

Alliance or no, however, if left alone without an ally by her side, she has been known to switch her tune. As a rage melted away and she found herself in a battle with no Uruk-hai left standing around her, she joined forces with those from Babylon in order to persevere, later leaving them to find those who retreated or survived once again. Her off-kilt sanity and dual personalities leave many parties unsure, but welcome the blades she brings with caution so long as a Controller is around, such as Kain Icefall or Forkbeard. Fiercely stubborn, she charges the battlefield even when barely able to walk, always pushing the line until forced to take leave for heal.