As her third incarnation, Mirrim appears as a small girl with dead blue eyes and white hair, often in leather, and carrying a straight razor. Her voice has rarely had any inflection or power behind it, being rather economical with speech and reaction as much as with emotion.
Mirrim is the worst parts of logic, the reason so many Christians disapprove of. Life and death have no meaning which makes apathy the only reasonable path, but that requires effort on Mirrim's behalf, especially with the memories of Mandra and her sensational ways. There is no logical recourse against apathy, but it is the second greatest sin against Mandra.
Mirrim's redeeming, tho most twisted, quality is her dedication to justice. She believes that true justice is willingness to suffer the same fate as the target of your wrath. Do you wish someone deserves to die? Then you should be willing to die for his death. Do you believe someone deserves rape? Then you should prepare for rape yourself. Not that Justice meant anything at the time of Mirrim's creation and the jury is still out on Mirrim as a deity, but like any character, she's grown into what she is.
I have my own demons, and now Mandra has hers. For somereason, this seemed to complete Mandra, and despite the disturbing implications about death, pain, and violation, she once told me she would never give the gift back. Watching Mandra cry is like watching perverts masturbate to children.