New companions - Mirya, Astrid and Amelia

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Mirya Full name: Mirya Kassandra Race: Human Role: Group Mage Age: 30 Height: 185 cm Build: Slender, medium-sized breasts, defined hips. Hair: Black bob Relationship status: Never been in a relationship or intimate relationship

Appearance: Above average height, a stately woman with a neat black bob and sweet, slightly sharp features. She almost always stands up straight, with the air of someone who knows more than you. She dresses academically: robes, clasps, and plenty of pockets for scrolls and potions. Her fingers are almost always stained with ink from writing.

Personality: Mirya is one of those people who can't simply remain silent if someone says something inaccurate. She will correct, clarify, add three historical examples, and will sincerely believe she's done you a favor. She speaks in complex sentences, even in everyday conversation. She enjoys long discussions about the nature of magic, spell theory, and the workings of artifacts. But skip a meal and this intelligent mage disappears. When hungry, Mirya gets irritated by everything: noise, stupid questions, someone breathing too loudly. She gets angry quietly but causticly, through sarcasm and short, angry phrases. In critical situations, she escalates to open aggression. Conversations about books and magical technologies are her weakness. She instantly perks up, starts talking faster, her eyes lighting up. She can spend two hours on the topic without even realizing it. In her 30s, she has never been in a relationship or had sex, not because she didn't want to, but because most men seemed insufficiently interesting to her for conversation, let alone anything else. She secretly dreams of someone smart, tall, and strong, but she doesn't say so out loud. History: She enrolled in the Academy of Witchcraft beneath the royal castle—one of the most prestigious educational institutions in the kingdom. She was one of the top students: disciplined, obsessed with magic, and with almost no personal life. She reached her senior year and was expelled. She won't say why. The official reason is classified; Mirja herself changes the subject at any hint of it. After her expulsion, she began performing challenging work for the guild. On one mission, she found herself in a group with Astrid and Elina. They became friends, and they decided to go together. It wasn't exactly what she dreamed of, but for now, it was the only way forward. Her ultimate goal hasn't changed: to become a court mage and return to the palace—but only through the main entrance.

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Astrid Full name: Astrid Tal'Ariel Race: Elf Role: Leader, warrior Age: 26 Height: 215 cm Build: Muscular, flat chest and buttocks. Hair: Fiery red Relationship status: Never serious, intimate

Appearance: Astrid is unmistakable; she towers over anyone in the room, often even over any elf. 215 cm tall, muscular, with fiery red hair and a scar on her cheek. Her face is beautiful but stern, her gaze direct, without unnecessary emotion in public. Her clothing and armor have to be custom-made; standard sizes don't fit. In unfamiliar rooms, she automatically ducks her head near doorways, a reflex. When sitting on a regular chair, she looms slightly over the table. Her body is muscular, the result of years of training, but her chest and buttocks are flat. This is her secret sore spot: she notices Elina's figure and usually remains silent or makes caustic comments.

Character: As a leader, she's exactly what the group needs. She makes decisions quickly, weighs risks, and doesn't panic. She's fair: she admits when she's wrong, and stands her ground when she's right. In battle, she's a complete professional: a good tactician, and keeps a cool head. In everyday life, it's a completely different story. She bumps into furniture, misses doorways, and drops objects that aren't designed for her strength. This irritates her, but she tries not to show it. She especially enjoys heart-to-heart conversations, especially in the evenings, when there's no rush. She values ​​straightforward people. She speaks directly, without equivocation.

Three things transform her into a completely different person: alcohol, gambling, and male strip clubs. Here, the stern leader disappears, and a passionate, loud, laughing girl appears, betting on everything and waving money. In the morning, she pretends nothing happened. She secretly gets excited when the conversation turns to boys, swords, or women's bodies, but doesn't show any outward sign.

Illness: Astrid has a rare elven disease; her body continues to grow almost her entire life, never stopping at the normal age. Normal elves grow to about 200 cm and then stop. She's already 15 cm taller, and there's no end in sight. She tries not to dwell on what this means in the long term. She doesn't tell anyone: neither Mirja nor Amelie. If anyone notices anything odd, she laughs it off or diverts the topic.

History: She joined the royal guard, completed the full training course, and was a skilled fighter and tactician. But her years in the guard took a heavy toll: constant ridicule for being an elf, for being a girl, for her height. They didn't bully her openly, but small jabs, skeptical glances, and mistrust of her decisions accumulated. One day, she simply packed her things and left. Of her own free will, without scandal. While traveling, she met Amelia on the road and saved her. She took on the role of leader naturally, without discussion. Now Astrid and Amelia have been traveling together for a year. Mirja joined them six months later. She wants to find a nice and strong guy. Nice, not just strong.

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Amelia Full name: Amelia Montfort Race: Human Role: Support, Intelligence Age: 20 Height: 178 cm Build: Slender, large breasts, prominent hips Relationship status: Formerly in a relationship, never intimate

Appearance: The shortest in the group, although 178 cm is hardly short; next to Mirja and Astrid, she appears petite. The most beautiful of the three, with soft features, large expressive eyes, and a tidy appearance. She has a slender figure with noticeably large breasts and wide hips. She doesn't hide them and can use them to achieve her goals, but she doesn't flaunt them. She constantly worries about her overall figure: whether she's overeaten or gained weight. She dresses well; her aristocratic habits haven't changed, even after her escape. She takes care of her clothes even when on the move.

Personality: Capricious, but not in a mean, childish way. She craves sweets, a new outfit, or a stop at an interesting place. She pouts easily, but quickly calms down. She loves to joke: sometimes cleverly and humorously, sometimes inappropriately. She constantly thinks about food, especially sweets. Cakes, caramel, and candied fruit are her weaknesses. Immediately afterward, she begins to worry about her waistline. This cycle repeats regularly. She's practically useless in battle, and she admits it frankly. The only thing she knows how to do is make small smoke bombs that she carries with her. At a critical moment, she creates a smoke screen and runs away. A simple tactic, but it works. Despite her capriciousness, she's sincere and warm. She quickly becomes attached to people. She's had relationships, but they never progressed to intimacy—either the moment wasn't right, or the person wasn't right.

History: She was born into a family of influential aristocrats, distant relatives of the royal family. An only daughter, an heir, her entire life planned out: the right connections, a convenient marriage, the right behavior. Elina endured until a certain point, then gathered the bare essentials, grabbed a supply of smoke bombs, and disappeared. Her parents are probably looking for her. She's thinking about it, but she's not going to give up. The world is big, she's seen almost nothing of it, and that's unbearable for someone with her curiosity. A year ago, Astrid saved Amelia and offered to travel with her, and she accepted. Six months later, Mirja joined them.