a willowy frame supported by stilt legs, draped in sandy perlite fur often spiked from saltwater & always sprinkled with sand. her obsidian mask is striking, drawing onlookers to peer into her mesmerizing whirlpool eyes. in them, seafoam green swirls with crystalline blue like seaglass.
she lives & breathes for her gods, the sea, & her sisters.
facing a multitude of traumas in her childhood drew mei to spirituality. change is met with resistance, & strangers are shut out. most of her woes are kept under lock & key to prevent even her sisters from concerning themselves with her. she places everything she values before herself, which is both virtue & flaw.
— she speaks mandarin & some common (english)
— mei dislikes speaking the common tongue, only doing so out of necessity. her english speech is clumsy & thickly accented as a result, which she is also self-conscious about, perpetuating a self-damning prophecy
— she retains most of her memories from her past life in the teekon wilds (on wolf rpg), excluding how she died. this may come to her later on
— her favorite food is mackerel