Makaria slumps on her well-worn desk with a defeated groan. The table mirrors the sound, but she can't even raise her head to care. If it splinters underneath her, so be it. Her day has been horrendous, so it may as well happen. An angry landlord hammering on her door at an ungodly hour of the morning, demanding coin she doesn't have. A prospective client refusing to pay for a job she has been working for weeks. A whelp of a lad threatening her with a dagger and telling her to turn out her pockets, which hold nothing more than lint.
  She runs a hand through her black hair, greasy and knotted, and taps an absent rhythm against her horns. Her crimson skin is shadowed in the dim candlelight flickering over her shabby apartment. She looks tired, so tired, with persistent dark circles under her even darker eyes.
  She lifts her head up, a stray piece of parchment sticking to her cheek, and brushes it away with an irritable gesture as she reaches towards a stoppered bottle. She takes a swig just as the candlelight sputters out, leaving her in darkness. Typical.

 

History

  Makaria was born to a family of highly talented magic users in the city of Waterdeep. Her childhood was spent in the care of the very best private tutors that the city had to offer, from whom she learned about arcane history, magical theory and martial arts. She was expected to follow in the footsteps of her family and join the Sword Coast Magi Militia (SCMM). However, Makaria kept an enormous secret from her family her entire life: she had no magical abilities.   Not wanting to disappoint her parents, she faked her way into the SCMM with a lot of charisma, some namedropping of her well-known surname, and a few spell scrolls that she managed to smuggle in. But she was only there for a few months before they discovered her bluff and kicked her out – personally done by Lieutenant Kaltari, her stern eldest sister. Ashamed and humiliated, that very night she got on a wagon to Neverwinter without telling anyone where she was going.   However, she didn’t give up on her determination to solve crimes. Joining the Wizard Cops had been her dream her entire life and she was determined to prove to her parents that she didn't need magic to be successful. She found the cheapest available apartment in the city, a small and dingy affair in the seediest district. She had only the meagre amount of gold on her person, an allowance from her parents that she would no longer be receiving. She opened her own private eye business, called Cloak and Dagger Investigations. For the past six months, business has been very slow and clients have been far and few. She has been struggling, to say the least.   Makaria was approached by a mysterious agency with a well-paying job, which involved investigating the mysterious wealth of the Mythereal family. She is currently under the employ of Faraam, the long-forgotten deity of war, recovering her lost memories.  

Appearance

  Makaria has crimson skin, a prehensile tail and black, gazelle like horns. Her teeth are slightly pointed. Her eyes are pitch black, as is her hair, which is long and often unwashed. She wears a dark, tattered coat and wields a quarterstaff. A hand crossbow is stowed in her pocket within easy reach. She speaks with a rather proper accent, which is a result of her family's strict upbringing.  

Family

  Her mother, Valour, is a retired spellsword who served as an elite soldier in the Empress' royal guard and a general in the Sword Coast Magi Militia. She has recently been elected as a Lord of Waterdeep. Her father, Thyreus, once served as an officer in the SCMM and now serves as a consultant on particularly difficult cases. She has three siblings. The eldest, Kaltari, serves as a lieutenant in the SCMM. The second eldest, Delight, is a soldier in the Empress' royal guard. Her younger brother, Zafaris, is an adventurer currently under employ of the Lords of Waterdeep eradicating evil to the south.