Description

Personality

Meir is very erratic. She will go with the flow one day and become angry enough to whip up a hurricane in the Mediterranian [or whatever large bodies of water there are nearby...yeah...] in the next. She can be kind to those she cares for but otherwise is very sarcastic and hard. She has unbelievable strength in her powers. Also, she is sure of herself and is a good listener. She will learn from her mistakes and others.
Enjoys: spring, bare feet, the company of one or two people, an open sky, outdoors, nighttime, magic.
Hates: being confined, indoors, large crowds, wintertime, reading, and sitting still for extended periods of time, technology, most humans in general..

Equipment

Physical Weapons:

She prefers a sharp, small dagger. She CANNOT shoot an arrow if her life depended on it.

Magic:

Vessels like she have been around for millions of years. They are a very rare breed and slowly dying out. They have been known to have a range of powers in which they are familiar with and powerful at, such as hers: telepathy, the ability to speak to those who cannot be seen [spirits, ext], speaking and commanding animals, telekinesis, clarivoyance.
And the ones she exells in:
Spellcasting, tracking, and controlling water.

History

Meir was born in a cave by the ocean to two parents who died in the war against humans. Meir followed the army that led her parents to the village when they captured them, the only thing in her posession a silver dagger she'd grabbed that one of the soldiers dropped. She watched her father get beaten and murdered, yet she knew if she burst into the camp she would be killed trying to save him. And she'd watched him get shot a little way up. He would've died without her risking her life. But when her mother began to be beaten and raped by a local armyman, she couldn't take it. She rushed out, dagger in hand, whispering words she'd never heard before, but they flew from her mouth- "Dylena jae la vue pierre," and many more. It was a very complex spell trudged up from the depths of her soul. But keep in mind she was only ten at the time. Even with her coming powers, she was no match for three of them, let alone an entire human army. She was captured by the Captain of the raid. He studied her for a while. She never forgot the look of his cold, appraising brown eyes as he examined her, skyclad. He ordered her to head to the dungeouns, still without clothes, and proceeded then to torture her for information on the wearabouts of the Elite army. She could tell him nothing, even if she knew of it, for the Elites had one another swear oaths to never speak of it without permission from another.
This went on for four months. She got little to no food and often lived off the small grasses she plucked- growing in from the cracks in the slabs of concrete that was the floor. When the Captain had finally satisfied his curiosity, he sent her to the gallows to be killed, but not after feeding her large amounts of food to give her cheeks sufficent color and put a little fat over her portruding ribs. They clothed her in rich clothes, soiled them with dirt, then led her to be hanged. She refuses now to allow her memory to return to the beating they gave before they were to hang her, but luckily the local river had flooded due to excess amounts of rain within the last months, and flooded the campsite with roaring waves. Later, Meir acknowledged her feat. After rescuing another local girl- this one was human and a year younger than her- from the dungeouns before escaping; the two began to travel from town to town, killing any soldiers who stood in their way. When most of the Elite ended and her human friend was killed by a soldier, Meir disappeared for many years. Only she knows where she went and probably won't speak of it. She returned when she heard of a gathering of Elite to take on the mighty force of the Elite, to avenge herself, her friend, and her parents.