Only the strong survive...

She was born Mika Josea Kitravitch, but she would not know this until her teenage years. Mika was adopted by a nice enough family, the Stedans, raised as a twin to their own blonde daughter.

When Mika finally ran away from home and took her birth name, she found out quickly that the world was a cruel place for a lone girl. The first kill was clearly self-defense, not that it would ever come to a court case. The young redhead had left the scene and disappeared into the slums of the Etoile Islands.

As she grew, Mika became spectacular at stealing for food and shelter. Her skill with a blade of any kind was unmatched.

At 25-years-old, she was listening in on a conversation that she shouldn't have and was recruited at gunpoint for a mission that would change her entire outlook on life. She nearly died that first day. Two comrades died instead. That same day, she came into possession of a pair of blades unlike anything she had seen before or had the opportunity to use. Twin graphine, monomolecular, blades that could be activated and deactivated from a pair of hilts. The heat that radiates from these blades are unbelievable. They can cut through damn near anything, they are so thin and sharp.

From that day on, Mika went into training to be a soldier to the infamous Fairfield and his crews of military-esque operatives. She attacked her training with such passion that she was exceeding all expectations for a humble artist and woodcarver. It wouldn't be long until she would get her own team to lead.

Birthday Art by the Dragon-Artist-Goddess

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