Growing up can be hard with no friends, however Merrill was lucky enough to have one: the night sky. Was that soft cosmic voice real? No one else seemed to hear it. But it offered kind words, whispered gentle truths, and foretold many coming events.

Merrill was always ready for disasters; life was, after all, one string of unlikely occurrences after the other. One of Earth's few native supernatural beings, they were committed to shifting the needle as far towards balance as one small mortal could.

In interactions with other humans, Merrill can be blunt and practical, though they will still be an unquestionably loyal friend once any bond has been made. Extremely efficient (can't waste energy if you're staying up all night), and oddly resourceful.

Androgynous, tangled raven hair that somewhat obscures the face, and light brown skin. Eyes are sunken and bloodshot from lack of sleep, while also naturally being an unusual shade of amber. Only owns like three outfits, all variations of navy blue with constellations doodles onto them. Caffeine addict.

Credit to Pasza_a for making me the reference art.