Description: Meara is short but still somehow lanky, there's no better way to put it. All wiry limbs and sharp elbows, the build of someone who is always burning off more energy than she's taking in. Her expression at rest is wary, but strong emotions (and they are usually strong) bring light to her features. Sometimes there are even dimples! Suntouched brown curls riot around her head; dark eyebrows arch over watchful hazel eyes. In silks or in leathers, Meara is only, irrevocably, herself.

Personality: To strangers there's a reserved wariness to her, observant and close-lipped. But for those who get past the facade she is lively and full of wit and brash confidence. Her moods are writ large but fleeting, and she is quick to take responsibility for her actions. As little sister to two older and much larger brothers, she's grown into a scrappy and indefatigable young woman who knows her mind.

Background: Little sister to twin brothers Rorik and Mikael Kennex, Meara grew up as the pampered brat who got whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was to be just like her brothers. As soon as she could walk she followed them everywhere and imitated whatever they did, only she never got in the sort of trouble that they did. She was the baby! How could she be held responsible?!

Meara even managed to wheedle (and strongarm) her way into being the captain of her own ship...okay, boat...pretty small boat, and proved herself a fairly competent sailor and leader. When her brothers decided to head to Arx, of course she demanded to go with them. Unfortunately, she had to leave her beloved ship behind. Whirlpool in the harbor, you see.