<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/M5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>An Mekiv (An is her first name, but would prefer to go by Mekiv when addressed by non-Mithra)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Mithra (FFXI was my guilty pleasure as a young teen. :|)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'3"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>118<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Rhiannon<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/8988d896f30f51d74a4aa94d2c83862110c.jpg)</div><strong>Bio:</strong>Mekiv's existence in this world has been a rather boring and safe one, for the most part. Living in the forest surrounded Rhiannon, the little girl was always by her fellow kind, despite how small the race was represented there. Her father was never an incredible influence on his life, mainly because of his lack of presence in the first place. For all of her life, she's known only her mother and the small little tribe of Mithra.<br/><br/>Considering their natural affinity with nature and hunting, Mekiv grew up with the bow, sitting in the bush and trees in waiting more than she has ever been in her home. Learning and living with those of her race continued until fate decided that her life needed a new change of direction. On a particular hunt in the forests of Rhiannon with a few of her fellow Mithra, they were ambushed by a group of bandits, intent on earning a little coin through an ambitious slave market scheme. Despite putting up a fight, Mekiv was knocked unconscious from a blow to the back of the head, but not before seeing her mother's chest be pierced by a sword.<br/><br/>Riding in the back of a caravan blindfolded and apparently alone, the now sixteen year old Mithra figured out that she was going to be sold to the highest bidder in Rodderick. Perhaps it was fate's intention only to take Mekiv away from Rhiannon, as the bandits were dispatched by a road patrol looking to prevent such illegal behaviour away from Rodderick. With the somewhat exotic cat-girl in tow, the small force of freedom fighters made their way home to the illustrious coastal city.<br/><br/>The next three years of Mekiv's life were of rebuilding. A new city, a new home, and far too many obstacles were now facing the teenage hunter. With her abilities and maturity, she found herself joining a guild that did much the same as she had back home in Rhiannon, though on a much larger scale and for the sake of a profit rather than nourishment. Though skilled at this profession, it was not something that Mekiv would ever aspire to do for her entire life, making any opportunity to do something more adventurous an easy choice.<strong><br/><br/>Personality:</strong>Considering Mekiv's age, she is rather naive on a number of issues, especially those regarding politics. Before the incident, she was considered a bubbly, outgoing person, often going out of her way to make others happy and like her. Now, though slightly diminished, the Mithra maintains her upbeat outlook on life, but often times is seen as quiet and reserved when she thinks of her home, as well as the monogamy her day-to-day living.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Never really able to gain weight, whether it be in muscle or fat, Mekiv is a short and lithe girl. Her distinguishing features include her tribal facial markings, a pair of cat-like ears, and a tail. Dark red lines run across the girl's face, one above and one below the eyes. They trace around to the base of her ears, but are hardly ever seen underneath her brown, straight hair, often worn in a ponytail with a headband keeping the bangs out of her eyes. Despite being described as a cat, there is not a trace of hair on her body except for her head. (As to not bore you more, pictures!)<br/><br/><strong>Class/Job:</strong>Hunter / Archer<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>Bow crafted from the finest wood found in the forests of Rhiannon, arrows of the same nature, and a pair of small hunting knives designed for stripping the skin away from the meat of fallen creatures, though has been known to be used against the occasional baddy.