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It seems that only two or three years ago, Maerigan appeared out of thin air upon the doorstep of Elune’s keep. Nothing more than a wispy teen, she was taken in by that dottering old castellan, Nester. Quickly, he became a grandfatherly figure for her, seeing to it that the youth had a start to her new life. Perhaps he saw something within her that reminded him of his own family. Having no children of his own, she filled the void of family for him and an affection bloomed for now his adopted granddaughter, as he often called her. Together, they tried their best to find her family - after all, it was an island. How far could they have gotten? Well. They were never truly successful and Nester claimed it was his duty to steward the girl. If she showed even the slightest talent or inclination to a subject, he afforded her the lessons. That is, until the fairly recent attack on Elune where Nester lost his life. She mourned him, and having no place to go continued to be a presence in the keep, working primarily in Nester’s stead to manage the keep but in her spare time pursued her own interests. However, the winds of change began to blow. House Seryn began to grow and with her duties lightening, she proved herself loyal, trustworthy, and willing to take on a challenge. Soon, she accepted a promotion to a Ministership that would see her through to Arx and a brand new chapter in her life.

Smooth, porcelain skin embraces a svelte frame that holds only enough meat on its bones to just fill out a feminine hourglass figure with a narrow waist and slender limbs. Narrow hands with spindly fingers speak of a life without much hard labor - instead, revealing a practiced nimble nature and quick dextrous tendencies. In contrast to her pale countenance, she possesses long and sometimes wild ebony hair and bold, expressive eyebrows. Her mouth is wide, her lips soft, and her rare smiles seem to hint at something only she knows. Perhaps her most striking feature, however, are her limpid, burdensome coal black eyes. They aren’t unlike a mirror changing with the shifts of light and her unbroken gaze brings with it an unsettling intensity.

Almost always serenely composed or stoic, she is able to hold her emotions in strict abeyance. She is neither timid or afraid to speak her mind though many have come to regret assuming her silence speaks of weakness. She is calculating and patient and time spent in her company reveals her to be perspicacious with a keen mind. She is dedicated to reason and practicality and finds joy in pursuits of the mind. Some might assume she may be droll, dry, and boring but this is far from the truth. She has a hidden passion for the artistic, often shutting herself up for days or weeks at a time to focus on her own creations. She is also quite charming when she wants to be, with a surprisingly wicked sense of humor.