Mrrsizha was born in a Khajiit caravan in Skyrim, and has had a talent for thievery ever since she was a kitten. When she turned twenty, she decided caravan life wasn't for her, and set out on her own; two years and a small crime spree later, she met her best friend, Fadali, and the two slipped off to Riften to escape the notice of the local guards.

There Mrrsizha met Brynjolf, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Mrr's generally quiet and observant, which coupled with her small size makes her seem meek to many of Skyrim's natives--nothing could be further from the truth. She has a reckless streak and is more than a little petty and vengeful to those who cross her, patiently waiting for the right time to return the favor--not that that involves murder. Usually. It's much more satisfying to ruin someone's life than to take it.

Deeply curious (some might say "nosy") by nature and fond of stories, Mrrsizha spends a lot of time exploring ruins and hunting for treasure--when she's not just stealing it. She particularly loves old legends, and her greatest ambition is to get her own name in the storybooks someday.

Despite her ambition, flexible morals, flagrant lack of respect for laws, and spitefulness, Mrrsizha is a surprisingly generous and kind person. Much of this is simple practicality--it helps to have friends in as many places as possible--but there's a touch of genuine altruism in there somewhere. She has a particular soft spot for other Khajiit and, oddly, Dunmer (thanks entirely to Fadali).