Methiel

Name:	Methiel
Bond(s):	Purple Meizo'Fask and Houseki White Opal Meoda'Vuku
Bonded At:	Shivran Aerd
Homeworld:	Mythicalae
Species:	Vulpyr Fleshshifter
Age:	26
Sex:	Female
Height:	5'1"
Hair:	Brown, thick and wavy, worn long
Fur:	Dark auburn red, marked with sepia and cream
Eyes:	Black
Description:	Though three basic "forms" and all their intermediaries are available to Methiel, as a Fleshshifter, her favorite, most natural-feeling form is a half-shifted, anthromorph form. She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a human walking on their toes and with the features of a fox and soft, red fur. Her build is slender, with birdlike bones and an easily breakable, though graceful, appearance. In truth, she is fairly breakable, and knows well enough to stay out of physical danger if she can. Her entire body, wide ears to delicate toes, is covered in very soft, thick fur of auburn red, tinted on the extremities with a darker brown and in a pale cream from throat to thigh down her middle. Her tail is thick and bushy, the same ruddy shade as her fur and tipped with more sepia and cream, and dark brown hair tumbles down her back over wide ears and often half obscuring deep black eyes. Methiel's clothing preferences run to the gauzy and flowing. If she could manage it with her own meager funds, she would dress in nothing but silk and veils just for the sheer pleasure of the light fabrics. However, being fairly poor, she has only one outfit of such expensive materials, and keeps it for special occasions, making due from day to day with light linens and full skirts, often in a somewhat gypsy style.
Personality:	Methiel presents the veneer of a perfect gypsy: mysterious, flirtatious, mystical, and graceful. She can dance for her living, or read palms, or find meaning in the stars-- mostly hogwash, of course, but it makes people happy and pays for her to eat. She can also steal, cheat, and has even once or twice sold herself, when the more honest methods fail to keep her fed, all without loosing her bewitching smile. Depending on the circumstances, she can be persuasive, enchanting, aggressive, or gentle. However, none of that is really what Methiel is like. On top of everything else, she is an amazing actress, for nearly every day of her life is a lie. Truly, she is somewhat of a meek, shy girl who thinks very little of herself and would probably be happiest if she never had to see a living person her whole life, outside of perhaps a few friends-- though people she feels she can trust are few and far between. Not even those friends really know how depressed she often is, for even among people she thinks she trusts, she still puts on an act, so ingrained into her is the defense. To her friends, she is sweet and kind, the one who will always listen and understand-- the perfect confidant, who never confides, herself. Because most of her relationships are transient, excluding those of the wagon train she travels with, no one has a chance to realize just how secretive she really is.
Magic:	Methiel's abilities are fairly limited. She does have some minor divination magic and has average telepathic skill, but her major gifts are very limited in scope: she can shield her own mind, or someone else's, from all but the most powerful attempts at penetration or even probing, and she can control the impressions her own aura and mind emit. Farseeing, scrying, searching by aural or mental presence, and even once in a while physical sight she can fool, and by habit does fool, making it just one more way to hide.
History:	Despite her secrecy, general depression, and highly developed systems of defense, Methiel has actually had a rather standard, normal life for a Vulpyr. Her parents, though now either deceased or so far away that they might as well be, were caring and supportive, she had no siblings to steal attention away from her except a brother much older than she who acted more like another parent than a sibling, and she never went hungry or cold. She had to face the usual prejudices against Fleshshifters whenever they came in contact with humans, and had to hide whenever they came upon a rare Wyld dragon pack, but on the whole, the traveling life wasn't bad. Methiel and her family had to part ways when she was sixteen, for their own caravan of wagons had to make a hasty departure in more than one direction to avoid some Researcher's attack for subjects for one experiment or another. Her parents went one way, her brother another, and Methiel still a third, bidding each other fond, if brief, farewells and striking out on their own. Ever since, Methiel has been a working member of her own traveling team, but she has been as alone, within her own soul, as she could make herself. Though she has often thought about it, being a generally introspective person, Methiel can think of no reason for the way she is, how she hides herself away from anyone who might possibly try to touch her or draw her out. Knowing she has no excuse, far from helping her change, only makes her more depressed and more likely to retreat from showing herself to others. Someday, she's sure, she'll learn her lesson and start trusting people-- but that someday hasn't come yet, and neither is she actively seeking it.