》Name: Merry Morgan
》Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
》Age: 136 - Appears 26
》Race: Nature Spirit
》Orientation: Pansexual
Merry has always been, though Merry hasn't always been Merry. For 136 years she has always been, and before that matters not, because she hadn't been then.
When Merry first began, she wasn't a Merry. She wasn't an anything, a terribly confusing state to be in. But the harsh rattling of crows greeted her new being, and sang to her new ears, and she found she liked it. Harsh but lovely, this was decided, and then it had always been too.
She had always been a crow from then. Before she wasn't, but before didn't matter because she hadn't been then. She was a crow now, was a crow always. Except when she wasn't, when she wasn't she was a woman, and she dubbed herself Merry, which she had always been from the first moment she was a woman.
Merry is a kind crow, a kind woman, she's always been. Except when she isn't. One hand to cause the hurts, and one hand to soothe them. She provides a balm for aches even as she creates them.
Merry is a canny crow, a canny woman, she'll tell anyone who asks her just so. Curiosity can lead to trouble, but answers usually follow. Answers and understanding go hand in hand. She'll tell anyone who asks that as well.
Merry is a curious thing, has always been since her ears first listened and she first heard the crows. Since her eyes first opened and she saw a woman weeping. Since her lips first parted and she formed questioning words. A curious thing is she, and no curiosity can go ignored.
As much as she watches, and teases, and plays, Merry is a very good listener as well. She'll tell anyone who asks her just so. She's always listened to a strange humming, a soft humming, a curious hum. She's always heard it, except when she didn't.
A hum she heard and a hum she followed. A hum she chased, but a hum she didn't find. She did find an island though. A curious island with curious people and curious things, and Merry decided she'd been there forever. Except when she hadn't been.