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Name: Meer
Gender: Female
Stage: Child
Guardian: Naita
Personality: What a curious girl! Meer is always on the move (along with her little friend), and has the tendency to get into everything an everything. What she likes getting into most though is water. Whether it's a bathtub or the beach, she loves it! In addition, she seems extremely talkative and opinionated, so those who like silence, watch out!

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The characters herein are fictional.

Name: True name long since forgotten, goes by Naita.

Age: Exact age unknown. Roughly early-mid twenties.

Sex: Female

Birthdate: Once more, lost.

Marital status: Engaged.

Loves: Sable, vodka, BBQ sauce, her Feli squad, small shiny things, the open sea, lychees.

Hates: Confinement, loss of freedom, deep fried seafood of any kind.

Fears: Sock puppets.

Peronality: Hehe, coming soon.

History: Naita, as she is now known, grew up with her mother and three brothers in the Catalan village, Marseilles, southern France. Early in her life she developed a keen interest in the sea, and expressed a wish to sail. Obviously, it was not the done thing for women to become sailors, and so at the age of twelve, the cheeky child stowed away on the next ship to leave port, a tiny vessel named the "Ailing Albatross." And the name was the least of it's problems.

Having dressed herself in her youngest brother's clothing, Naita pleaded for a job once found. In return for bread and water, she promised she would be a cabin boy, and hoped to learn the trade.
The captain, a rather frugal old boy, agreed to this, and such a career on the high seas seemed imminent! And perhaps that career would have been successful, had Naita an ounce of talent for sailing, but alas, she was hopeless. She did, however, show a great knack for sewing the sails, and this kept her fed and housed.

One fine day, whilst sailing in territories unknown, (though territories unknown to Naita were generally anything more than a metre from her person) the cabin "boy" came by rather a bad accident. Namely, she stood in the way of the mast, and received her reward full to the back of the head.
As you can imagine, the skull of a human versus the mast of a ship is a rather easy battle to predict the outcome of, and the girl hit the water with an almighty splash.
She washed up, some time later, cold and bedraggled, on the shore of Port Gino. There she spent several hours comatose on the sand.
Incidently, the crew of the Ailing Albatross henceforth went bankrupt due to the cost of a new mainsail.

As the hours ticked by, the usual parade of people made their way by the passed out teen, a few stopping to gawk, one over-zealous young child poking her with a stick, and none helping.
At length, a pale woman in a red velveteen gown drew to a halt, eyeing the damp figure with a mixture of curiosity and dread.
Shaking the girl by her shoulders, the well dressed young lady called out to her a few times, recognising by the rise and fall of the chest that the child before her was in fact alive.
"My dear, are you alright?" she called, as the fluttering eyelashes and muffled groans announced her patient's success in being brought round.

"Where am I?" came the voice of the lost little sailor, quickly followed by, "Who the hell are you?"
To this exceedingly tactful greeting, the lady simply smiled politely and nodded. "I am Lady Naita Siri, and yourself?"
Quickly realising she had no answer for this, the sailor's silence spoke for her loss of memory, and with a sympathetic nature, Lady Siri had little choice but to take the girl in.

Before long, the girl's talent for sewing was noted, and she was hired as a dressmaker for the household, with a decent wage, free food, and board. All in all, it was a good life, until her craving for something unknown led her to count her wages, and venture into the world. This was not to say that she was ungrateful, however. Spending a portion of her savings on a brilliant red swathe of silk, the former sailor created one last, magnificent gown for the lady of the house before resigning.
As a final mark of respect, she took on the name Naita, that any success she may achieve should always be connected to her kind rescuer.

Many adventures marked her departure from Port Gino, and amongst her travels were the countries of England, where the Larrenby's intruded upon her notice (quite literally, Lydia walked in on her in the bathroom), France (though not, alas, to Marseilles, where her true identity could have been restored), where it is thought her fear of sock puppets was cultivated, and Australia. After wandering over many a continent, she longed for the comforts of a home of her own, and settled upon Gaia, as close to Port Gino as possible.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

The page that somehow had the misfortune to wind up in Nai's care.

What the...?

Meer, slightly more concerned with her little friend than her stunned guardian, arrives!