Species: Empyrean

Origin: Kalayangan

Age: early 20s

Nature: vessel – reliquary

Job: monk(?), conman(??)

Attack: ●○○○○

Defense: ●●●●○

Magic: ●●●●●

Deception: ●●●○○

Confidence: ●○○○○

Repression: ●●●●●

Likes: fashion, dessert, scary movies, tree frogs

Dislikes: noisy crowds, pridefulness, scorpions, white light

A mysterious individual who came from the spirit’s astral door. In the past, Meridian was a monk of the ancient Lingkawan tradition; a spiral who transcends the shackles of their material form and acknowledges their past and future lives as steps toward the golden path. Due to their upbringing, they possess a great knowledge of lost relics and a fluid conception of their gender. However, by becoming a reliquary, they effectively forfeited any degree of liturgical legitimacy, disgraced by the minuscule horns on their head. He prefers not to elaborate on how this came to be.

Mery is extremely self-conscious and scrupulous, clinging onto their lifelong beliefs despite the sinking reality of their own sinful nature. Often tempted by the luxuries of the material world, Meridian deeply resents their own weakness to an absurd, shamelessly self-flagellating extent. Yet, driven by guilt, he professes a lofty, likely impossible ambition to redeem himself by carrying out a quest to destroy a certain relic. His tendencies towards laziness and petty tricks don’t bode well for his prospects. Meridian, knowing he is already a wicked soul, does whatever he must to fulfill his ultimate fate. However, they will always return a favor.

Despite their inner turmoil, Mery does not express emotions well in the physical realm; when they do, their feelings are often inappropriate to the context. Often making ludicrous claims with a straight face, he’s an enticing puzzle for the astute sorcerer. Meridian sometimes claims to be the prophet who heralds the Zencarites’ long awaited spirit prince. Perhaps he doesn’t quite realize the gravity of his claim, given that the people of the Sorcerer’s Island treat him like a court jester. Contrary for a prophet of the apocalypse, they express a strong anti-reckoning stance – one that they are ostensibly willing to die for.

Meridian is terrified by his status as a powerful reliquary; he suppresses his large horns until he reaches his absolute limit. They would much rather be perceived as weak than as a threat, which they claim as “humility.” The four ring they summon may be used for teleportation; they also tend to skate atop them. When used to block, the rings can “steal” the impact. Since they were previously a ritual dancer, their physical form is adequate. In order to sustain himself, Meridian must occasionally sacrifice other relics.

Tjong came with Meridian from Tamanawan, Puri’s domain, where they had spent what feels like an eternity together. They share an innate understanding due to their strange shared experiences, but they are stark opposites in personality. Mery is oft frustrated by his boisterous obliviousness and his constant need to hover and scold them. Tjong thinks Meridian is a small-time villain, trying and usually failing to curb their schemes. Still, he defers heavily to them as a guide to the material realm.

The relationship between Mery and Ivrel could perhaps be described as a confessional-like. Having traded displays of great humiliation upon meeting, they are very candid with one another about their numerous misdeeds and sometimes trade existential musings. It’s thanks to Ivrel’s good will that Vita hesitantly accepts him.

Mery’s initial encounter with Odd is contentious. Audrist swears he will prove Meridian is a fraud, which seemed easy in theory, but… Meanwhile, Mery’s attempts to assuage him are poorly recieved. Although they consider each other threats to themselves, their roles cause them to spend a lot of time together. In time, some sort of mutual respect arose, both thinking the other is the only one who takes them seriously. Zee thinks they should just fuck already.

Puri cannot help but loathe Meridian from the bottom of her heart, and the sprouts of fondness that sometimes start to bloom only make her more resentful for it. She convinces herself she can quell her anger, but it will always grow back from that root. Meridian’s mutual resentment is always crushed by a wall of incomprehensible dread.

For that, Yani is forever sorry.