Mera

Mera is a former Commoner who was adopted by the Astralaria House. The heads of the house had an empty nest with no eggs in the first place, and Mera coming into their life was nothing short of a miracle. That is, until, Mera started showing signs of great power within. The heads may have not made much of a fuss about crests, but knowing that their newly-found heir has an untapped potential for heightened powers was just a bit too... tempting. And so Mera's childhood would slowly fill itself with classes not only in nobility and proper etiquette, but training in combat and sorcery. Certain subjects became banned from being discussed as time went on. Mera was not allowed to ask about her previous family. Mera could not ask why her memories were fuzzy in her early life, even if she was very young. Mera was not to ask why she could not play with the other children around her age on the island while she was stuck inside learning to parry with a saucer on her head for balance. It didn't take long before Mera grew to be quieter and stoic.

On her 6th birthday the heads of Astralaria surprised Mera by actually having a celebration for her. At a young age she already knew not to expect much, but was shocked to hear they had invited a House who has a child around her age. The child was... curious, a certain air about them, and that combined with Mera's almost non-existant familiarity with children her own age (let alone anyone outside of her adoptive parents and the House staff) made her stoicism grow. She sat in her seat, back straightened to the point of almost hurt, and watched as the adults mingled and spoke of their fortunes and matters of the government. Her eyes nearly snapped out of her head when suddenly a blur of orange ran up to her, with hands on his hip.

"Hey. You look kinda like a bitch."

"E-Excuse me? Such foul language at this age!"

"Oh please, spare the formalities. What's wrong with you, it's your birthday and you're not even excited?"

"What could possibly be exciting about a party with stuffy grownups crowded around to hear your parents' tales of how 'wonderfully talented' their child is, further cementing their grip on my being."

"....... You talk funny for a kid."

"So do you. I am Mera."

"Yeah, kinda know that already, but I'm Elijah. Nice to meet you I guess."