Miosil Ovani, elven witch

An elf who lost her family, and has been training to serve Pharasma, the Lady Of Graves, the Midwife. Miosil becomes unsatisfied with the limitations of her training, seeking more understanding, more sense, more tools to "right what was wrong". and her desire is responded to, by some force Miosil is not sure she understands.

(Note: I am not all that familiar with Golarion, so i devised a background which i hope can fit many places. some details are left unfinished on purpose, since i don't know the starting setting that well, and also to allow the DM to use this as she sees fit in her campaign)

More victims of the fighting. this doesn't seem to end... Miosil have labored with the rest of the caretakers, under the watchful eye of priestess Malenya, head priestess of their Pharasma worshiping monastery. Miosil went through the wounded, checked how they are wounded, how severe, if any wound had festered, or in short- who should be treated, and who should be helped to die. she was used to it by now, just part of the "sacred" work. as usually, while she checked a nasty gash to the torso, her mind crept back to her past...

"Father! Mother! where are you?" the small wood was on fire. the elven defenders were out in the woods- all would protect their home. the young ones were left at home. but it has been too long, and Miosil couldn't stand the old priest telling them to hide! she had to know! so she snuck out with a few of the other children, and ran...

the battle ground was awful, some of the raiders were slain, many arrows sticking from them, but so were many of the elves. people she knew, some she liked, some she cursed and hated. what would she give to have them back now! Miosil searched for her parents. finally she found them. dead as she feared, as she expected. tears ran down her face as she caressed their bodies, before exhausted, she fell asleep, the fire around her subsiding.

when she woke, she was emotionless. can't cry now, must first take care of father and mother. she took one of the axes and started digging near one of the few trees remaining unburned. she worked for hours, listlessly. her muscles ached, but this had to be done. some of the other children yelled at her, or just cried away, but she cared not. first honor the dead, then the living.

it was soon after she buried her parents that the caretakers of Pharasma have come, Malenya leading the second cell. (she was so young then! how fast do humans age!). they talked amongst themselves, took care of the rest of the bodies, and decided to take the children with them, take care for them. they had no one else now.

years passed, and most of the elven children left for some vocation or another, human foster homes who's parents will die before they reach adulthood. But Miosil stayed with the monastery. she has shown some talent, or more rightly so- the correct frame of mind to be a caretaker of Pharasma. too bad that she lacked the faith to follow through. always with the questions- "why did she die? why didn't they die? where is the justice? why does this happen?" and all those wanderings better left to the goddess.

the day was at end. again- a satisfaction at a work well done, a frustration at the futility of it all. We're like ants, taking care of the rotten corpse. she didn't have the strength to argue with Malenya. what was the point? the old woman followed the goddess blindly. Miosil went to bath in the pool of fate.( What a picturesque name they chose! Miosil was amused for the hundredth time) she lay in the pool and let her mind float.

images came flashing by- of people she saved, of people who died. many of them without any real reason behind it. many by wrong hands. If only... if only she could help... or prevent... or avenge... or DO SOMETHING! anything other than just burying their bodies! a cry of rage and anguish rose from Miosil as she rose angrily from the water. she strode to her clothes, when she noticed a Striped Owl sitting on her gown. Do you really mean it? do you wish to do more? will you act? will you dare? will you... sacrifice?the voice came into her head, sounding like hers, yet a bit different. the owl looked at her intently, with the most knowing and intelligent look she ever saw on an animal. on many people in fact.she could feel power in him. "Yes! yes i do! if just given the chance! but, who are you? WHAT are you?" The Owl cocked it's head sideways, and scratched her gown with a talon. if your commitment is true, then there is much i can teach you, but it WILL change your life...

Miosil is a fairly regular elven women, except for having dark hair for some odd reason. other races find it exotic, most elves found it a bit disturbing, which led to her isolation. she doesn't wear any special "witchy" garments, but rather practical working clothes, mostly light leathers she used to wear while working with the sick, wounded and dead. she does makes it her business to keep clean, though she is not afraid of any dirty or gory business.

Miosil is a practical young woman. extremely so. she is also quite passionate, strong minded, and insatiable in her desire to understand and make sense of the world. to others she might seem a bit rough and cold, but Miosil is in fact quite compassionate. she just believes that help should be given to those who need it, and not to anyone who can't get their act together and try and deal with their own problem.

Miosil is not much of a people's person, but she is quite fine with it. she believes that her talents shows true enough to those who need it.

As to her Magic connection- Miosil sees it as a means to an end, as tools, but also as a bit of an art. Miosil is fairly new at this, and is just learning how to use her new found powers.

I have purposefully didn't detail the source of Miosil' familiar (haven't yet even chosen a name for it yet). it could be played by me, or by the DM. i'd most prefer a combination of both. since the power source isn't specified either (though i'd like it to grant the Wisdom patron spells in return, since it's what she seeks) i'd love it to be part of the campaign somehow, learning what it is slowly, and coming to terms with it. this being a horror campaign, may make this very interesting.

i don't know how Miosil will develop, and i don't want to decide on it ahead of time. i'd like her to evolve through the occurrences and interactions that come. maybe she'll revel in her powers, maybe decide to try a different path. maybe come to see Pharasma's wisdom, maybe choose another patron god, maybe something else altogether.