As one of the few retainers of the honorable Clan Miare, you are beholden to a number of responsibilities. These range from common chores - cleaning, shopping, or delivering tea when called for - to slightly more specialized tasks, such as the regular maintenance and updating of the clan's archives.

You were a scholar, once. To be precise, you were…

>A naturalist, fond of exploring the great outdoors. You've developed some skill in herbology and tracking as a result and can work your way around even the more fantastical creatures that roam the land. (Practical knowledge and a lay of the land have earned you respect and success. You know how to deal with trouble, and not just through violence.)

>An accountant, bookkeeper and master analyst of the clan finances. The vagaries of fortune are an open book to you; in another life, you'd have amassed a fortune to rival nations. (Problems that can be solved with money aren't problems. Don't let Reimu get her hands on you.)

>A cultural historian, knowledgeable in both myth and fact. You've got an artist's heart and an open mind; the village children love your stories, and if a few youkai drop by every now and then… Well, no harm, no foul. (A deft tongue and generous soul have won the hearts of many, youkai and human alike.)

All of Miare's retainers are held to a certain standard of education–part of why the estate remains so woefully understaffed.

Such was your life in the Human Village of Gensoukyo. Mild labor, familiar scrolls, and the occasional guest lecture at the local school whenever Miss Keine called for it and you had the time, which was not often.

Then the Madame announced her pregnancy, and suddenly what few hours you had to yourself vanished into thin air.

Of course, it's not as if you minded. If anything, the thought of a new generation for Clan Miare brings a smile to your face. The Master and Madame had been kind to you, what with being born into their service (courtesy of your mother, grandfather, and several following greats). They had often struggled for their own child, and no few nights had passed where your mother prayed for their success. When she passed, that banner fell upon you…

>Though you've never been particularly religious, despite everything. You acknowledge their existence and might, but dedicated worship to such whimsical beings leaves you discomfited. (A rationalist at heart. You can keep a cool head no matter what, but you might come off a bit cold.)

>Which you took to with fervor. You've had plenty of close scrapes in your life; without the blessings and protections of the living gods, you'd likely be in line for the Yama's judgment by now. (Sincerity shines through in you. There's a strength to such innocence, though it does have its own drawbacks.)