Mirv (storyline)
Mirv is on unique fellow.
Short, awkward, and always smiling, the stumpy shopkeeper has proven time and again that underestimating one's opposition is often the last mistake one ever makes. Stronger than even the most physically gifted and traditionally sized humans, Mirv feels comfortable and perfectly safe living alone in his abandoned Capital Ship turret that is both his shop and his domicile.
He's not particularly reclusive, but he does find it difficult to fit in with normal society on Delta V. He's just too... jolly?
So he has made himself comfortable on the outskirts of the barrens, between Central Station and The Bazaar. He is often seen starting out over the shifting sands of the barrens at the hulking husk of the once proud Omirion, the Flagship of Baelius' interstellar fleet that is now spread across the desert and held aloft by Varium stilts, but no one has ever asked him why he lingers in silence over the distant silhouette.
During the war, Mirv was a mechanic for aerial fighter craft. He often spoke of a time when he would become a pilot, but most just scoffed at him as many do when they revile the lofty dreams of others that they cannot see through their own cynicism.
Though, for someone who doesn't appear to have ever achieved his mightiest of dreams, he sure is surprisingly blissful. Perhaps there is more to this diminutive man than he would let just any traveler know. Until someone finds out his story, travelers still stop by his shop from time to time and see him staring out at the Omirion and smiling at the ship that was turned into a city and a home for those who escaped exile but not the War.
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