Name: Myshka Kuznetsova
Age: 45 (Young adult)
Height: 4'0" / 1.22 m
Weight 45 lbs / 20.4 kg
Race: Dwarf (Vampiric Offshoot)
Class: Bardic Shadowdancer

The last member of to join up with Wijit & Ribeye. Myshka's vampiric bloodline is considered weak but at the same time it is also respected. Her family can walk in the day without worry of the sun and have very few of the vampire weaknesses. The trade off for such convenience though is that some most of the vampiric strengths have also be snubbed from her bloodline; thus her clan is not as resistant to positive energy, can suffer critical injuries, can only summon creatures of the night and spider climb. They don't need blood as much as other vampires and can survive off of normal food sources societies have to offer; though, if they go too long without blood they decend into an uncontrollable frenzy. The Kuznetsov bloodline can reproduce through very meticulous means and can also create spawn, though only through a ritual that leaves the caster weakened. Through this ritual the subject becomes the caster's equal, so it is reserved for those the clan deem truly worthy.

Myshka is a runaway Viscountess to a land called Shareston. A dark province at the edge of a nation ruled by intelligent undead, the capital which is ruled by a family of the strongest vampiric bloodline. Her escape was due to her parents' constant barrage of suitors for her sent from the capital in which they resided as envoys of their land. Myshka is stern in her will to rule, but she felts she was inept and needed to broaden her scope. Her parents were against this notion but her resolve would see her flee the lands nonetheless. Taking appropriate steps after her departure across the sea, Myshka would change her look and demeanor. Despite her best efforts she retains her naivete, accent, and sense of right and wrong.

Upon meeting Ribeye at the coliseum and being thoroughly outmatched by him, Myshka became very curious of the big man. Despite her father's teachings of giants being destructive brutes, this man seemed gentle and seemed to regret the way the match went. To satisfy this curiosity she would track him back to the inn he was set up at, and engage him in quite the in-depth discussion. Though the conversation ran long, she would let him retire to his bed with a promise to meet up again. As she left the inn with a total shift in her outlook, she felt something else... something odd...