#i never really spread the mirka hype

[i-mybrunettelady]

Vladimira Jardottir, a biography

It is a marvel to me how this woman hasn’t been promoted yet. An excellent connection - a friendship with Commander Ainsaph, no less - followed by en even more admirable skill with a blade and a frenzy on the battlefield are all conditions to be made a Commander, yet Vladimira seems content with her position. A strange sentiment, for a norn. - notes sent to the Whispers by Commander Sulver, dated 1326 AE

Born in the far Shiverpeaks, in a settlement of nearby homesteads that dominate the norn culture, Vladimira grew up motherless, but not without a family; raised under the watchful eye of her father, Jar, whose name she proudly dons, her aunt, she and her cousin grew up like brother and sister and lacked for nothing. They were raised on norn legends of glory, told to them in words shaped more by the rough winds around them than trade and exchange of goods, thus it was expected that the children would one day leave home in search of it themselves.

Vladimira, or Mirka as she is often called, was the only one in her bloodline (that she knows of) to be born without any obvious affinity for magic. Her father is a necromancer, her aunt a mesmer and her cousin a guardian, and to make up for her lack of magic, she was quick to take to weapons. But what she couldn’t make up for was her lack of a guiding Spirit of the Wild. No Spirit spoke to her and it was this, combined with a search for a legend (as she felt was expected of her), that made her leave home at the age of 18 and become a hunter.

For years she wandered around the Shiverpeaks, earning a reputation as a brawler. When she was 23 she met a human who would become her good friend, fuck buddy for a month or so, and the Dragonslayer. Though she parted ways with her once their common paths were gone, she kept Nyra in good memory and had a short-lived, yet passionate relationship with a fellow hunter, but for all the reputation and friends she made along the way, she still felt purposeless and aimless.

Her life changed when she realised she was pregnant. She was in the middle of nowhere, trying to survive the way to her childhood home herself, and asked the Spirits to make the decision whether to keep the child or not for her. If it makes it out alive to there, she said, she’d keep it. If not, it simply wasn’t meant to be.

She made it, as did the child. The boy she had mere two months later was born in the warmth of home. But she didn’t have the time to properly enjoy motherhood before news of Risen reached their home. Mirka rushed to join the Pact, guided not by the ideal of glory that had guided her so far but felt empty, but by the urge to save the world so her son would have a life to live. It was in the middle of that journey that Wolf spoke to her and granted her the wolf transformation.

Her work with the Pact afterwards wasn’t an entirely continuous effort, due to her desire to raise her son. But she build a reputation as someone deadly with dual axes, a renewed (or maybe found) purpose in life and as one of the Commander’s good friends.