⋆ Even the longest con was never more than an assortment of moments that were in themselves very, very short ⋆
name
- it's meg. just meg. please, don't ever call me megaera; that was my mother's name.
- I'm twenty, and it feels like I've been twenty for a really, really long time.
- I'm female, last time I checked.
- I met a man once. We had a...strange relationship. It was four years or so ago, and I was young and stupid then. I'll never forget how much he broke my heart. Even now that he's gone he plagues my thoughts. I need to find a way to see him again, if only just once. For closure. His name was Jason, and he lied to me.
- Label? Well, I was a serving girl a while back. That's how I met Jason. After he left me to return home, I became a sort of runaway. I guess the best word to describe me would be thief. I'm the best pickpocket around, and don't you forget it. In fact, I just stole your coin purse. Here, you can have it back. The knowledge that I tricked you is the only treasure I need.
- Meg is small and built for stealth. She stands about 5'4" and weighs only around 115 pounds. She is set like the thief she is. She has long reddish brown hair that is often tied up or plaited in some way, and her skin is pale with a few freckles on her shoulders and nose. She carries with her a set of knives and a purse of stolen trinkets and treasures. Meg has pretty brown eyes that would shine even more brightly if she smiled more often than she does. Her voice is skeptical and cynical, and she has dimples that don't often appear.
- Meg was born in Athens and raised in a poor family. She had two older brothers who served in the king's army, and died at relatively young ages. She herself became a maid in the palace at age fourteen, working to support her last remaining family member; her ailing mother. Meg had never really gotten on all that well with her mother. Meg wanted to travel and to make a place for herself, but that was never possible for girls, and her mother strongly vetoed it. So she served the nobility begrudgingly. Her name does mean 'grudge,' after all. Two years later, a dark stranger came to the palace. He was handsome, and spoke of places to the far east and enchanting encounters with gods. Meg was entranced. She hung on his every word, and though he was visiting to court the princess, the two often had stolen moments alone, and soon developed a steamy, yet forbidden romance. Meg, young and innocent at the time, believed she was in love. She wanted to run away together, but he denied her affection, saying that the time just wasn't right. A few months later, he left, leaving only a farewell note for his besotted lover. Jason Ere, the mysterious traveller, had left for the underworld. Meg couldn't believe it. They had been visited by a god! Had it really been Hades himself? Was it she he was after? Meg tore herself up inside, wondering at what had caused such a mysterious visitor. But it was his absence that led her to never trust again. She ran away, leaving everything she had know behind, and started to get into pickpocketing and thievery. But she could never forget Jason, and never stopped wondering if he truly was the god of the underworld.
- Meg is cynical and sarcastic, always seeing the bad in things before the good. She hates to have fun unless it's at another's expense, and never, ever asks from help from a man. She is untrustworthy and flighty, but at her core she is brave, and that's what matters most, does it not? She is hard to explain, and easy to misjudge, but an excellent ally to have. Meg would rather be thrown in a pit of snakes blindfolded and forced to navigate her way through a labyrinth of flames than stoop to being rescued or helped by anyone. Basically, Meg hates everything.
fc: Ingrid Bolsø Berdal
