Meir is just as you'd expect him to be: Short, small, and child-like. He is innocence itself, with a permanent smile stitched upon his face and the fuzziness simply shining from his wee-little body -- Or maybe that's the mouse DNA showing, who knows. Still, he's a real cuddle-toy of a child, a living plush. All that's missing is a sign that says: 'HUG ME!!!', but I digress.
The boy is, as said before, short of stature. Half of that is due to his young age, but the other half is most definitely, most inescapably caused by the mouse DNA that is planted inside of his body. Meir is also a frail, skeletal little boy that carries little to no meat whatsoever. No surprise, really, being held captive for so long.
Meir's eyes are a deep green. Which is even more apparent when his hairdo is nothing more than a ragged blonde, almost pale, hairdo that grows to about his ears, and a skin that by technical standards probably doesn't even have a colour so pale.
The mute hybrid of the group that is frightened about every single inch his body dares to move forward. A child, really, that is still exploring the ever wondrous world called 'Earth', yet too much of a scaredy-cat -- Or should I say mouse? -- to walk into said world with his head held high. But hey, you'd be better of asking what doesn't frighten Meir, since that would kind of be the shorter answer. Despite that, he is very giving and honest, much like a child would be. His up-beat and cheerful demeanour is pretty much unwavering in the face of whatever crosses Meir's path. He could be frightened by something one moment, then smile and play games the next.
Meir, mute or no, enjoys talking with other 'nice' people. There's nothing that will brighten his day more than a smile on some other person's face -- Aside from, maybe, the sun. He has shown to be very social to where it actually becomes a case of being dependent on other people. Which is true, obviously. Meir's a mere child that doesn't know to distinguish the bad from the good in most day-to-day cases, but that probably makes it a good thing he's not alone in his struggles.
Which, brings me to another extreme. The... other extreme. Not going to wrap it in blankets, 'cause it's more than obvious that the boy is a gullible, easily trusting kid. What youngling isn't? It may make him an easy target for letting him do chores just for the sake of pleasing the person who asked, or, far worse, an easy target for someone with bad intentions to 'lure' him into helping, slash following. Overall, though, Meir's an innocent kid that just may have to grow up to survive his current dilemmas.
Dislikes: Mean people, Losing Fuzzles, Being Ignored, Work, "Silence"
Flaws: Limited ways of communicating, Gullible, Easily distracted
Talents: Very upbeat, Good sense of smell/hearing, Sneak-thief
Fears: Losing track of his family, Abandonment, The Big Bad World
Do you believe that the world is devoid of cruel parents? The one percent that would use their offspring to achieve certain goals? You believe they don't exist? Well, guess again. They bloody damn well do. Meir would tell you all about it if he was able to.
It's an intricate story, really. While most 'Hybrids' were made through the official, legal route. Meir was a result from a single father that selfishly used his only son as a means to earn a quick buck. Operation Mice, the science project with only one test subject: Meir. Funded by an underground organization, the boy's father worked day and night to turn his son into a half human, half mouse creature. If it was a success, Meir's father would be paid, and his superiors would have their future thief. If not... Well... That 'if' never happened. Nor did the other possibility. Not for long, anyway.
The boy would say he remembers nothing, other than the sting of some dart and feeling sleepy. He woke to Econ Prison, for reasons unknown. Official records state that Meir was put there because he was an unregistered Hybrid, an illegal mutagen experiment that had been deemed dangerous for national, and international, security should he fall into the wrong hands. While, unofficially...
"Fuffi...?"
Meir never goes anywhere without his trusted Fuzzles. His little fuzzy friend.
Sample Post:
Tiny little feet scurried about the dark, dimly lit hallway. Fast, but silent as a mouse, the young boy remained unnoticed as he tried to find the 'Big Man Room', or, in more adult vocabulary, the chief's office.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
Meir froze at the sound of heavy footsteps entering his sensitive ears. The mean people were still here! He had to hide! Quick, but where?!
*Flop*
Fuzzles, who had been sitting inside the blonde boy's hoodie for the duration of this mission, fell to the floor. Meir's eyes widened in fright and concern, his silent steps quickly taking him to where his fuzzy little friend had dropped.
Was he okay? Yeah... He was okay. What's that? Go inside?
Fuzzles had dropped in such a position that one of its stump limbs were pointing at hole in the wall. It was small, barely enough space to safe-keep Meir. The boy blinked momentarily, nodding to his fuzzy friend as he held the stuffed animal close to his chest and crawled into the little vent-like area.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
Fancy Italian shoes appeared before the vent, before Meir. They stopped, briefly, the sound of water oozing out of a tap nullifying the eerie silence before allowing said silence to return. The shoes left, as did the person wearing them.
Safe. Keep going. Don't stop now! The boy wriggled his fragile little body out of the little space, silenced footsteps taking him to the target office once more.
Drawer one... No.
Two... No.
Three...? No...
Four?
Tiny little hands rummaged through the generic storage box, eventually latching onto what fit the description of pictures, or, mugshots, really. As well as some weird paper with a whole bunch of adult words. Meir didn't understand a single sentence.
They looked ugly, the next even more than the former. Eyes darted to the forest-green hoodie. What was that, Fuzzles? Grab and go? Okay!
The boy exited the building in the same manner he entered, through the roof. A smile crawled onto his face. He had succeeded! They'll be happy now, right? Right? --
*Thump*
Huh? Did I fall? ... Wait- I feel sleepy...
Meir's eyelids dropped at the sight of two men walking up to him, his ears only just catching a few mumbles and rambles before he fell into a deep, long sleep.