Merel was born in a rich valley crossed by rivers, where the grass grew tall and the streams were full of fish. Her parents called her Blackbird for her dark pelt and her energetic nature. She was the first-born among four sisters. Life wasn't perfect, but food was always plentiful—and they grew up carefree and happy, running through golden fields and shady boughs. Yet such a land of plenty attracted the eye of many. Many who were not willing to share.

Great metal beasts turned their home to ash, and despite Merel's efforts to keep them together, the four sisters scattered to the four winds. Merel fled east, chased by raging flames and poisonous fumes. The world beyond her now-ruined home was a harsh place. Merel suffered, sometimes at the hands of Men—but more often at the jaws of her own kind. She learned to be sharp and wily, to be hard and cold--but she couldn't forget what it meant to be soft, either, for the world could be as beautiful as it was cruel. She learned to enjoy those moments of beauty as they flitted past, and all the while continued to search for her sisters.

Her search brought her to the coast. Her memory is hazy on exactly what happened—but she awoke in a strange new land, drenched by the waves. Even so, she picked up the scent of one of her sisters—and she wandered for some time, looking for the source. Just as she seemed on the verge of finally tracking her down, however, she was abruptly dropped into yet another landscape—similar, yet different from the one she'd been in before.

MBTI: ENFP (Campaigner)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Tarot: The Sun
Class: Rogue
Flower: California poppy