Meika

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Subtle Fire Notable Backgrounds Blessing Notable Merits Bardic Gift Enchanting Feature (Grace) Burning Aura Parlor Tricks Notable Flaws Paranormal Imperative Echoes Vulnerability Nature/Demeanor .../... Special Advantages Yes File:Meika1.png Description If humans are made of clay, then Meika has not quite finished being baked by the subtle fires of creation. She is a woman, precariously poised at the cusps of change, in the first years of being an adult. She has a slight build, barely reaching 5'3", but that doesn't keep her from seeming to be composed almost entirely of long limbs. She is a creature of perpetual motion, when she pivots, or dances, it is with a fierce grace that seems to make a dance partner of the very air around her, kicking it up like a willing dance partner. But even when she tries to stand still, she practically hums with barely contained energy. Her hair ranges from a light brunette to almost black depending on the lighting, but when the first and last rays of the sun catch it, when the warmth of a fire settles on it, these primal forces seem to draw out rich golds, ambers, and ruby's from the delicate strands. Her eyes are a rich deep blue shot through with gold, like lapis lazuli tucked away in forgotten crypts, in forgotten deserts. Her skin teeters between fair and golden, deepening easily even under the briefest encounters with the sun. But it's the smile you should be wary of and the promise of trouble that settles into the corner of her lips. "There is no story that is not a cautionary tale. None end Happily.” ― Alithea

Roleplay Hooks Calling Dr. Savage (any) Meika Savage has a modicum of fame in the right circles for having been something of a prodigy, graduating High School before others her age had even entered it, she went on to earn a Masters in Anthropology with a focus in Ethnography, and a PhD in Linguistics with an Linguistic Anthropology focus from UCLA where she still guest lectures routinely. (UCLA, Fame 1, Academics 4, Languages: A LOT) Did we go to school together? Were you a professor? An Advisor? I've seen the world...sorta (any) Despite her age, Meika has travelled a good portion of the world, though how much of it she's seen is subjective. Most of that time is spent at various Instituations of Learning, and archives under lock and key working. When Meika isn't lecturing, researching, translating, she's often writing about lecturing, researching, translating, traveling, languages and the evolution of people. Did I help with a translation? Did you bring me in to guest lecture? Were you in a lecture? Did we bump into each other at an exotic location on the one night I managed to get out for a bite to eat? Did you read one of my books?...oh dear god did you read it for fun? What are the Odds?(Any) Meika has a soft spot for gambling, she's not even that good at it! That doesn't keep her from showing up to a game with a cigar dangling from her mouth and a gleam in her eyes. Historically she's played in social games with academics after hours, but she's made an appearance here and there to test the fickle fortunes of fate. Have we played together? Who won? This is my Jam!(Any) Prodigy or not, Meika is still a woman in early twenties. She dances, karoakes, drinks, laughs, shows up at weird art installations, she exploring the world and her self by trying a little of everything! Anywhere, anyplace, anytime, I can figure out a reason she's there. Dust & Subtle Fire(Mage) Meika's just starting to dance into and out of magical circles. Maybe there was a sigil that needed looking at? Maybe you saw that burning aura of hers, or the way the wind whips about her, or how fires flare with renewed enthusiasm around her. Maybe you've seen some of the weird in her wild. (Echoes (fire and wind), Burning Aura), My Songs My mother's child is a savage She looks for her omens in the colors of stones In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers In the dancing of fire In the curve of old bones I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother's child dancеs in darkness She sings heathеn songs By the light of the moon And watches the stars and renames the planets And dreams she can reach them With a song and a broom As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveler in the dark Though I know not what you are Twinkle, twinkle, little star Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder what you are How I wonder what you are Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear, this one you'll save Better lock it in your pocket Takin' this one to the grave If I show you, then I know you Won't tell what I said 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is dead 'Cause I'm a goddess, I'm fuckin' flawless, let's not be modest 'Cause if you fuck with me, I might just change your life 'Cause I'm a goddess, make you a promise That if you fuck with me, I might just change your life Oh my one, rushing away With a bag full of bones I know the place you left Still won't leave you alone And it's strange It's very strange You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits runnin' in the ditch Everyone's out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch I like the taste of the poison I like the rush of the pain I feel it all over my body I can't get away I wanna walk on the fire Want the smoke in my veins I want a piece of the danger And breathe in the flames I come alive in the darkness You know that I love the game While there's a snake in the garden No one's safe Your Songs Where have you been all this time? All this time I could die in your arms tonight Your arms Just kill me a little bit Tighten your grip 'round my neck Show me the afterlife Like drowning in paradise It feels like real love You go to my head Hypnotize me with your sick magic, ay You go to my head Under my skin like a pin prick You strike a match, I light the flame I'd die for you Falling on my weak and willing knees to the ground Hands to my chest you showed me how The rumbling in my heart goes pound for pound Ohohohoh My body, my bones, you got me by the spine I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam Yet I know its true That visions are seldom all they seem But if i know you I know what you'll do