Meryn trébucha vers la chaudière, une cacophonie de son qui remplit la pièce. Des cris, des cris, des bruits perçants qui ne faisaient rien pour ses nerfs. Tripant à un arrêt avant la chaudière brillante, sentant la chaleur rayonner par les vagues, Meryn fila autour pour faire face à l'arme pointée sur sa poitrine. Ses yeux s'éparpillaient, essayant déjà de tracer des itinéraires hors de cette situation.
Puis sa garde, plus effrayée qu'elle ne l'était, lui demanda de parler.
Ses yeux s'élargissent. Le regard de Meryn s'est brisé à travers la pièce pour Lily et Emma. Quand le gardien de Lily, celui en charge par le regard, a suggéré qu'on lui tire dessus, son souffle s'est arrêté dans sa gorge. Meryn a regardé en arrière son garde tremblant. Elle leva les mains lentement, une paume ouverte et éclaboussée, l'autre tenant le masque de Spook. Portant sa main libre à sa gorge, elle la tapota quelques fois et secoua la tête. Comme elle l'a fait, elle s'est penchée un peu vers l'avant. Son poids s'est déplacé vers les couilles de ses pieds, ses genoux légèrement pliés. Juste au cas où.
Meryn a apporté sa main vers le bas et pointé sur son nom, toujours épinglé à sa chemise. Elle s'est séparée des lèvres et a essayé d'imiter les formes de bouches faites quand ils ont dit son nom.
Name: Meryn
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.
Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.
She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.
Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.