If you ask her where she is from, and if she's had enough to drink to feel mellow, Myarra would say she was of the Chiotan tribe of Great Anauroch.  If you ask her why she uses the word "was", she simply replies that they no longer exist.  She doesn't talk of that period of her life, saying that she's acknowledged her demons, but that doesn't mean she has to let them spend the night.

Of course, to look at her, one would assume her parents come from somewhere slightly even more remote.  Standing straight (which she tends to do around men that meet or exceed her height), she measures in at 6' 3".  Slim and well muscled, she's not physically that different from most warrior women, except for some extra traits not part of the standard human package.  Two horns stick out through the hair over her forehead (though if she fluffs it enough they're mostly hidden).  Harder to hide is the ashen-gray color of her skin.  And most damning of all are the large bat-like wings that protrude from her back.  Adding to the ambiance is her helmet, formed from the skull of a green dragon she killed in the Forest of Wyrms.

Less amusing is the nearly six feet of razor sharp sword she holds easily in her hands, or the look she gives that says that when she sends you to the nine hells, you might just be able to visit with her relatives.

Her tongue is as sharp as her sword, and her manner as rough as the sands of her homeland.  But she is true to those she chooses to call friend.