Hailing from the planet Dathomir, a matriarchal tribal world, Mirus is strongly accustomed to a lifestyle that is far simpler than many in the Galaxy are used to. As a Dathomiri, he much prefers a lifestyle without many of the creature comforts that most take for granted, making him come across as a very plain sort of person. While he is not entirely useless at technology, he does occasionally struggle with the more advanced pieces of technology and, in many cases, is not an adept hand behind the controls of a vehicle beyond the most basic speeder or using advanced computer banks.

Mirus serves the will of the Iron Throne, under the direct command of the Grand Master and the Herald, away from the politicking and infighting that shrouds the Houses and Clans. Everything he does is for the sake of the Brotherhood - his single-minded drive to serve his master, Muz Ashen, and safeguard the Final Way, is a key element in his choices and ambition. He serves two Dark Councilors as Praetor, often another as a Royal Guard, and can often be found in the halls of the Shadow Academy or the Dark Hall, coming and going as he pleases. However, to get to his station, he has had to sacrifice many friends and even the ties he has forged with others. Should someone be found subverting the good of the Brotherhood, Mirus is all too happy to cut them from his life. Even the Consuls and Quaestors-- even the Dark Council itself-- must be watched, for the greatest threat in Sith history has always come from within.

Women have been a central part of Mirus' life since birth - not because he is any kind of ladies' man, but because the society from which he hails is dominated by women and men are generally slaves or property at best. Fortunate enough to be family to a Dathomiri Superior Mother to avoid being a slave, Mirus is strongly accustomed to seeing women in positions of power. He has the tendency to defer to women thanks to this upbringing, knowing rather well thanks to more than one sickeningly brutal beating that traditional gender roles as many Galactic societies would expect simply do not exist.

Born in the crucible of war and cast in bronzium, the necessity of fighting the wars of Odan-Urr gave birth to the mantle of Titan, one that he refuses to cast off even in the Dark. Stoic and terse to a fault, Mirus has the very strong tendency to keep his thoughts to himself and bottle everything in, being as quick and efficient as possible in all things - until the time for battle rolls around, in which he will immediately proceed to release all that he has pent up in a storm of furious rage, relentlessly destroying every foe that stands in his way, often in unique and innovative ways. Certainly this has its downsides; it is not often that Mirus will express empathy or concern for others beyond a rare few, as well as (coupled with his general anachronism) giving him the air of an uncultured, warmongering barbarian.

Mirus has trained extensively on the Spike as a high-ranked member of the Grand Master's Royal Guard. He has the very strong tendency to fight on the front lines of a battlefield without thought and, as a trained Guard, when he has a target to protect he will fight hard to keep his charge safe. However, this is often at the detriment and cost of his own health and safety, where he could easily end up more injured than he would otherwise thanks to his own self-sacrifice for another's sake: it has cost him his life once before and could reap the same cost again.

Mirus is one of the rare few who prizes raw physical strength and power over the commonly-used dextrous perfection of the myriad assassins of the Brotherhood. With raw Might and Endurance, Mirus will do everything in his power to overpower and outlast any opponent that challenges him, embodying the philosophies of Djem So in doing so - and with an aptly-timed Rage, this gives him an even further edge. In battle Mirus will very often favour a two-handed grip on his weapon, maximizing the force he can bring to bear against an enemy. Whether applying this with a lightsaber, sword or even his fists, there is little he cannot crush in melee combat - however, the maxim of 'you can't hurt what you can't hit' always rings true, applied to both opponents faster than he and those at a distance.