gender + pronouns: cis female +she her
race: half human, half drow elf
stats: STR: 10 / DEX: 12 / CON: 15 / INT: 11 / WIS: 13 / CHA: 8
skills: divine magic (specialties healing and divination), tracking, hunting, navigation
typical inventory: quiver & longbow, leather armor, silvered shortsword, small bundles of herbs, scrying bones, explorers pack, 40 tal
languages: fluent in common & elvish, competent in celestial & infernal
+ well-meaning, curious, independent, rational, honest
- awkward, shrewd, gullible, tactless, stubborn
She was Meira’s mother in everything but name. The witch had found her on the day of her birth, crying loudly while swaddled in rough burlap, a lone babe abandoned in a deep in the woods. She had been left to the mercy of the wilds, probably in hopes a creature would drag her away into nothingness the very day she had been born. When the witch of the wood would tell the story of finding her, she said as she picked up the whimpering infant for the first time, a calmness immediately settled over the Meira. At first the witch thought she was near death, her skin cool to the touch with a greyish-purple hue. But her startling yellow eyes immediately focused on the witch as Meira was lifted off the ground into her aged but careful arms, and a rare spark of charity was ignited while the witch gazed into those golden pools. She tucked the child into the wicker basket filled with flora she has been collecting, and brought her deeper into the dark woods to her home.
Meira spent her entire childhood in the wilds, far from any village or town. With the exception of the witch and occasional folk seeking her caretaker’s divinations or spells, she existed in solitude, finding comfort and company from nature. She was servant, student and daughter to the witch, with often the line between the three identities blurred. The woman taught her how to heal with the right tinctures, how to read the stars for navigation and how to read runes for answers. Meira never considered leaving the witch; she was all she knew, and it was impossible to be released from the weight of a life debt that began at infancy. Death was the only thing that would have separated them, and in the end he came to claim the old woman first. Meira spent a year alone in the cottage after her guardian had passed away, her first twenty-four years having prepared her well to survive on her own. She tended to the witch’s clients who still came for help- for love potions, prosperity spells, and answers to questions they weren’t prepared to have answered. But after a year with only the animals for company, she boarded up the windows of the home she grew up in, packed a small travel bag with the old woman’s spell book carefully tucked within, and made her way out into the world for the first time.
After being rooted to one spot for so long, travel shockingly felt natural to Meira. She made her way across the Fade, both on foot and horseback, soaking in culture from the edges of society. She took a few jobs as private guides for scholars and merchants, her unique abilities to navigate and hunt, coupled with divine magic, made her a desirable escort for vulnerable parties. This funded most of her traveling until a member of the King’s Gambit recruited her, and there was something about being part of a thing bigger than herself that left her unable to resist.
[OVID] was the one who first told Meira about the Gambit, luring her in with tales of companionship, bonding and mutual prosperity
The distaste she feels towards [TATSUO] is mutual. In her first month in the Gambit they had offered to join her on a mission, and it was clear they were fundamentally different people by the time they completed the task. Meira avoided them the following month just to save herself the irritation.
[VASHKA] was one of the first to welcome her into the Gambit, but the second she locked eyes with him she could feel the hex rippling through his aura like poison. At first she had to fight the urge to avoid him, but his kind and quiet nature quickly won over her sympathies. She has kept an eye out for anything magic that might help him with his plight, but neither has address her search for a cure.
Likeness to what she looks like as half drow & Inspo Board
