Full Name:  Meredith Leanne Hawkins
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Social Class:  Lesser Noble

~~DISCLAIMER~~
[Meredith is a complete and total bitch!  Please don't take this personally and please let me know if her bitchiness ever makes you uncomfortable.  Meredith is intended to certainly make characters around her uneasy but never the lovely players behind them.  Please feel free to interact with her in any way you wish, respecting the traffic lights below.  Thanks, Love yahs]

@~~ Biography ~~@

Meredith is the only child of two lesser nobles from the city of Waterdeep.  Her father was a successful pottery salesman and her mother ran her own seamstress shop.  Having never really cared for sewing needles or shaping clay pots, Meredith lost herself in the fantastic tales of bravery and true love.  She became enamoured with her book, spending hours of her day pouring over books at the great library.  As she grew, her love of reading only deepened.  By her 18th birthday, Meredith  was fascinated with the study of Magic.  She spent hours every day combing through the library's dusty ancient tombs and decomposing manuscripts.  At night, after the staff had left for the evening, she practiced her somatic spells against the pillared walls of the library's great vaults.  It was the perfect time to study as a young mage.  The Hero of Waterdeep had recently returned from the Underdark and then entire city was adrift in ceelbration.  Everyone except Meredith.    Her fascination quickly grew into obsession.  First hours turned to days, then days turned into weeks until she spent entire months locked away in the Library's vault.  The great Temple of Wisdom, now her Tomb of Intellect.  

It was the Grimoire that had saved her.  She noticed it one day, sitting along a row of ancient historical tombs.  Nothing in particular had stood out about it.  It was thick, just like the others and its pages had dusted with weathered with age.  Along its spine, three golden ribbons roped around the cover and its ends were locked by an ivory skull.  The embroidered lettering along the front had faded with age into a copper green.  She could still make out the title, though she wasn't sure what it meant.  Perhaps it was one of the old elven texts.  In deep, thick block letters read "Kelvemor".  Meredith felt herself drawn to the Grimoire, keeping it with her always.

As the daughter of a noble family, Meredith carries herself with a distinctive grace.  Her wrists glitter with several thin golden bracelets, indicating her family's wealth.  From her ears, she wears an identical pair of onyx black tear-drop shaped pearls.  Each one compliments the liquid amber hue of her eyes.  Her high cheek bones and small button shaped tip of her nose match her full ruby red lips.  She carries herself with a refined air of superiority, addressing many travellers as peasants  and demanding  their assitance.  

Meredith has a small frame with petite features.  Her hips curve with a natural fertility for a woman her age, but she is by no means a poster girl for beauty.  Among friends, she remains somewhat bookish often downcasting others for their lesser than noble births.  Although much of her life was spent locked away inside the candlelit walls of the library, her complexion remains smooth and clear. As a child of Waterdeep she maintains a natural sun-kissed tan and a thick accent from the Sword Coast.  Apart from her plain and ordinary features, Meredith does have one tattoo along her left shoulder.  It's shape appears as a black serpent, similar in color to her Black Grimoire.  If parted from her, the tattoo will glow red hot and carve the shape of its outline into her skin until the Grimoire is returned.

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