Meesha Daije
You don't know me. Don't pretend it's anything otherwise.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: River Siren
Fealty:
Valardin
Family:
Daije
Gender: female
Marital Status: married
Age: 25
Birthday: 3/30
Religion: Shamanism/Pantheon
Vocation: Sailor
Height: average height
Hair Color: sable
Eye Color: amber
Skintone: dusky
Description: Meesha Daije is a river siren with skin touched by sunshine. Her alluring amber eyes speaks of secrets that she only knows. Her long sable hair dances in the wind, flowing down her back. Her graceful movements make the most of her curves as she dances to music that only she hears. Many of sailor has fallen prey to the deadly flower with red tinged lips and blushing cheeks.
Personality: Meesha gets what Meesha wants, no matter what the cost is involved. She is not above telling a few untruths or running a long con to get a few coins or warm bed at night. Her winsome charm has often gotten the crew out of trouble or distracted a guard during their smuggling operations back before Athaur went and bended knee to the Oathlanders. If you think this little flower isn't without thorns, be careful. Hair pins are deadly weapons in her hands. Transitioning from con artist to valued house servant has not been met without a temper tantrum or stomping feet. Meesha is not daunted. She will find her place in this new city. Then let the men of Arx fall to her feet.
Background: Meesha may have been born a commoner but she was a little queen of the river growing up, being the jewel of her Mateo, her father, and Ieshe, mother. Beautiful baby with a full head of hair, her mother claims she was charming men from the moment she could open her amber eyes. After taking her first steps, Ieshe claims that Meesha danced where other children tried to walk. It was like she could hear the music of the night and her body turned it to living art. While she worked side by side her mother, sewing the sails and luring city folk to get their fortunes read by her mother, the girl craved for something more.
When she was fourteen, she set her eyes on marrying one of the chieftain sons. Of course, much to her dismay, they treated her like a little sister and constantly were pushing her off to Eshra. She had no interest in numbers or navigating. She was an artist, and Raqui eventually saw her potential as a distraction and got her involved as a lure. The sweet innocent smiles, the large amber looks were enough to turn many a man away from his duty. Of course Raqui taught her how to use her hair pins to jab and make a quick getaway so she could circle back and meet with the team.
No beauty and charm in the world could protect her from the day that Brand's dark magic took over her body and forced her to fight the fearsome House Thrax navy. It was a slaughter on the water, their tiny boats no match for the longboats manned by skilled warriors. She didn't even get to breech Arx's walls, waking up on the shore, coughing water and crying for her lost family and friends who had been murdered before the big battle. Life after Raqui, her mentor, has been darker, more somber and her dancing reflects her inner sorrow. By the time, she realized that Athaur would be taking the lead, his eyes already turned to Greenmarch, so there will be no marriage there. After eight months from the siege, when her son was born, she knew that she needed the safety of her old crew. While motherhood has done nothing to stop this dark siren, there is still a question on how she will fit into this new household. She is not going to spend her days serving. She is a queen of the river, not a servant.
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